Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus

[deathstiny]

Characters: Wrathion and YOU
Setting: Around the Tower and Room 2-20
Format: Brackets but I will match!
Summary: A baby black dragon is summoned into a horror tower...
Warnings: None

A. Room 2-20

[The denizens of this room will no doubt be woken up by the sounds of a reptilian creature in severe distress. There's a belch of flame that appears shortly after the sleep paralysis wears off completely and Wrathion floats out from the bed, somehow managing to look irritated despite his lack of human expression.

He only floats for a second before landing on the bed and giving a curious glance around the room. There was no way he was still in Pandaria anymore...so what exactly was going on?]

B. Cafeteria

[Now that he more fully understood the situation, Wrathion was ready to explore a bit. He had decided to heed the initial warning given to him and headed in the direction of the cafeteria, taking care to adopt his more human form as opposed to his natural form. It didn't quite erase the intimidating glowing red and slitted stare, but it was certainly easier than trying to talk to a dragon only slightly bigger than most human heads.

He's not shy about approaching people. In fact, he seems to make a point to make eye contact with anyone who might glance in his direction. A sharp toothed, but charming smile awaits those lucky individuals.]

Greetings, denizen. Perhaps you might take a moment to speak with me about this place.

C. Hallways

[Walking along innocently by yourself? Of course you are. That is, until you spot a black dragon whelpling perched somewhere in your line of sight. Is it a monster? But then since when did monsters wear indigo collars? Maybe you should try talking to him, since he's staring at you with such big red glowing eyes.]

D. FREE SPACE

[Specify a location and I will follow your lead!]

Comments

Hallways

[evokingfool]

[Oh shit, it's a monster.

Only Minato just stopped and stare at the dragon, warily and curiously. His grip on his sword's hilt tightened...until he saw the indigo collar.

As far as he knows, the monsters never wear the collars unless they're residents. Maybe he can confirm it first...if he die as a result, he can say he tried.]

Hello, Dragon-san.

[deathstiny]

[And, just like that, the dragon chuckles. Its a strange cross between something human, and something distinctly reptilian the way his voice scratches. He might be insulted if not for the circumstances.]

Dragon-san. That is certainly a new one.

[evokingfool]

[It's certainly not the most oddest thing that happens in his life yet, but it's definitely uncommon and weird. Minato naturally slips into how he usually address strangers and acquaintances, calm and polite.]

Do you prefer if I use something else?

Cafeteria!

[seventhsong]

[The overwhelmingly pumpkin listings on the menu means choices are a bit slim for mealtimes, but for someone new to this 'taste' thing, just one variety is actually a good thing. Today Lorelei is trying pumpkin soup.

Or would be, except there's a fellow he doesn't recognize in the cafeteria (which is in fact most people), declaring that he's looking for information.

Lorelei blinks once or twice owlishly. This doesn't quite look human to him. Did humans normally have eyes that color? Certainly Jade did but this is emphatically not Jade. But he can't quite pin the dragon-in-human-form as anything but oddly colored.

Who knows how what amounts to an elemental in human shape might appear to Wrathion's senses though.]

I will be happy to help, but I'm unsure how much information I have will actually be useful. At worst, I know who to point you to!

[Lorelei's mouth doesn't move when he speaks, nor does he use telepathy, but he's perfectly audible anyway. Sound tricks!]

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion is able to sense power in this one, and that is what seems to spark his interest more than anything. Upon Lorelei's acknowledgement Wrathion will stand and stride closer, regal and fearless.]

The only useless knowledge you could give me is that which I already have at my disposal. Tell me -- what manner of creature are you?

[He takes a moment to give the other being across from him a once over, not the least bit shy.]

[seventhsong]

[Fearlessness easily matched; perhaps Lorelei should be concerned, but he ... isn't. And he seems awfully pleased. Meeting new people is always fun! Wrathion's regard is returned, with a constant edge of cheerful interest.]

Ahh. I am..

[There's a pause.]

How to explain it to an offworlder is a bit of a challenge, since I'm not sure you have any background. A moment.

[He's still not speaking the way most things do. He rocks back on his heels a bit, thoughtful. It takes him a good minute to come up with what he thinks will work.]

The world I am from is made of seven different particle elements. In order, they are darkness, earth, wind, water, fire, light and sound. These particles are called 'fonons'. All things are composed of these in various mixes. However if one takes a single element and concentrates it so there are no other fonons present but that one type, you may draw the attention and presence of the sentience of that element. The humans of that world, Auldrant, call these 'Aggregate Sentiences'. I am the seventh; they have named me Lorelei, for my true name is unpronounceable to their kind.

[When he speaks of humanity, it's with something very much like affection. He LIKES people. There's another of those pauses, and green eyes widen.]

I apologize if it's rude, but is it normal for your kind to have such vivid red eyes? It's very striking.

hallways

[chainsawn]

[ Sorry, Wrathion. But Urotsuki's first approach to whatever unknown thing she seems, both in this place and in her dreams, is to get out her effect - the chainsaw one, that is. Out of nowhere it appears in her hands as she stares back at the dragon whelpling sitting there before slowly taking a few steps closer. ]

[deathstiny]

[It doesn't seem to bother him any. After all, he is a black dragon -- few things on Azeroth were more feared than his kind, once upon a time. Yet Wrathion was already perfectly aware that most people around here were not from Azeroth, so they would be much easier to bargain with in theory.

He sits perfectly still before his head tilts and he replies to her, wryly.]

You would cut down a potential ally on first glance? For shame.

[chainsawn]

[ ..

Huh, it spoke. That doesn't usually happen in her dreams. It doesn't mean that she makes the chainsaw disappear - she's still just holding it in her hands even now - but she's at least not ready to attack him, apparently. ]

You don't look like the other things here. [ As if that's her reason for summoning her chainsaw. It sort of sounds like an explanation.. ]

Cafeteria

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Those glowing red eyes catch Richtofen's attention, so, unfortunately, he ends up making eye contact. He forces a smile onto his face when the man starts talking to him and tries not to tense up too visibly.]

Oh-! Uh. Hm. Did you just call me a-- Never mind.

[He lifts his arms with the intent to cross them, but stops himself at the last minute and scratches his arm awkwardly. He gives the stranger a chuckle.]

Sure, I would be honored to give you the newbie speech. [Through gritted teeth, though still smiling, he quietly adds:] Like I have done seventeen thousand times already...

[deathstiny]

Excellent. A prepared speech will make this go much faster. Please. Sit.

[With one of his strangely gloved and clearly clawed hands, he gestures to the seat opposite him, taking one of his own.]

I will let you know if there is anything you need to skip. I am not overly fond of wasting time, you see. I'm certain you understand.

C

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer, of course, notices the dragon.]

...What, are you the Tower's newest monster?

[He holds out his hand to summon Gae Bolg.]

You've got one chance to show that you aren't.

[deathstiny]

[Summoned weapons are nothing new to Wrathion. In fact, he seems interested, and gives it a once-over before looking up to Lancer. His wings unfurl, just in case he needs to fly out of reach, but he stays put for the moment.]

I should hope not.

B

[terreifying]

Cool!

[Rei grins as she meets the dragon's eyes.]

You talked! So what do you wanna know about here?

[deathstiny]

[ooc: In prompt B, he appears as a human. :)]

[Wrathion takes a moment to take a seat and steeple his fingers.]

Whatever you are willing to share, of course.

Roommate reporting!

[notagiraffe]

[Taiki woke up suddenly at the noise, Gohran appearing beside him in wolf form, Sanshi standing protectively next to him as all three watched the fire breathing creature.

Taiki noted the collar though, and the white suit.] Um... sorry... are you alright?

[deathstiny]

[The suit doesn't last long. The second he seems to realize it is restricting him in any way, he'll begin to shred it with his claws. But then he seems to notice his roommate and his guardians.

There's slight irritation from the whelp as he drops down on the bed. His voice comes out as something that sounds much older than he appears, accented with an almost reptilian hiss.]

Have you summoned me here, mortal?

C

[keybearer]

[Dragon, you say? Well, it just so happens that Riku's wandering around with a dragon of his own...

Said dragon chirps and trills upon seeing Prince and scrambles his way. New friend? Is it? Is it?

Fists clenching, Riku trails behind his pet and tries grabbing onto his tail.]

Hey, watch it! We don't even know if it's friendly, you dork.

[Alas, it seems that Riku's words have fallen on deaf ears because his little dream eater's trucking right along. Hopefully Prince won't mind his enthusiasm.]

[deathstiny]

[Unfortunately, Wrathion does seem to mind. This creature, while certainly nothing like any dragon he's seen before, is definitely dragon-like. Though a dragon himself, his relationship with the rest of his kind is highly unstable. Being a prized gem while still in your egg is enough to give anyone a complex.

His wings unfurl defensively, as if he's trying to make himself look bigger and the fins along the top and side of his head lay backward. However, he is intelligent to recognize that this other creature is simply overenthusiastic, and not necessarily trying to attack him.

But that doesn't mean he'll be friendly with it. His glowing red eyes focus on Riku.]

Do you plan to give me a reason to be friendly, mortal?

C - because dragons. :3

[earthshards]

[It's only the feeling that he's being watched more keenly than usual that Terra stops to investigate the source. And upon setting eyes upon the small black dragon, he can only really do one thing.

Stare right back for a few seconds, clearly surprised and holding back some other kind of emotion.

A dragon. An honest to goodness dragon. A tiny one, at that. Somewhere in the back of his mind, that part of him that had held on to childhood wonder was going '8D A real dragon!'

What, he had a 'dragons are cool' phase when he was a kid.

Three seconds, and the Keyblade Master crosses his arms, tilts his head very slightly to the right, and adopts an amused look.] Dare I ask why you're staring? I doubt I'd be a good meal.

[Light help you, Wrathion, he's trying to be funny.]

[deathstiny]

I have yet to develop a taste for mortal flesh and have no interest in starting now.

[Wrathion is drawn to power. The cleansing of corruption had done nothing to change that.]

You will need to find someone else if that is something you are interested in.

Hallways

[absentapothecary]

[One couldn't just sit around in one's room all day... that was boring. And the old routine of heading out, hunting down monsters, and harvesting their useful bits was sort of comforting, in such an odd place. Thus far she had blown up a few 'orcs' (they didn't look terribly orcish to her, but that's what the other folk in the tower called them, so...) and salvaged a bit of their gear. That load that she carried made her slower to assume a spellcasting stance when she spotted the little black whelp.

But she stopped before the first sparks of flame could burst forth in her hands. It had a collar. It was a resident, then.]

....hello?

[She hasn't lowered her hands yet, however.]

[deathstiny]

[Oh, well isn't that interesting? He supposed it would have been foolish to assume that he was the only denizen of Azeroth here in this odd tower, but the thought occurs to him as well that this undead creature may not be what it appears to be.

But since she didn't attack him on sight as most Scourge would have done, he is inclined to assume the former.]

Greetings, citizen of Azeroth. At least, I presume as much -- you bear a striking resemblance to the Forsaken I am familiar with. You are wise to stay your arms.

Cafetitty

[hystericull]

[Halfway through his plate of pumpkin pancakes, sporting a mug slathered in fifty-percent facepaint and fifty-percent syrup, sat one particularly morose, particularly sloppy alien boy. Neglecting utensils, he attended to his breakfast in a blatantly unorthodox manner, shoving pairs at a time of grubby fingers into the torn-apart pile of sugar and fluff before raising multiple pieces to his fang-filled maw.]

[It was a dull morning, as they always were, and he'd fucked his sleeping pattern up so badly that he wasn't sure whether he'd conformed to the mostly-diurnal schedule of the rest of the tower or if he'd just given up on sleeping altogether. Either way, his eyes were more sunken in than usual, emphasized in part by the dark gray circles carefully painted around them. His hair stood, matted and negligent to the laws of gravity, as if he'd been sleeping for years, though that was "just how it's all was to motherfucking grow". His oversized t-shirt and pajama pants hung loosely from every angle of him, threatening to fall off with every twitch of a muscle.]

[Gamzee regarded the stranger with the same air he did most: aloof, skeptical, condescending. He was in no mood for a battle while there was still food to be inhaled, however, so the decision to indulge this pompous annoyance was simple and immediate. What an eyesore. This motherfucker looked like he'd drop more frilly drivel in one sentence than the amount of pancakes Gamzee could shove in his mouth - which was a fucking lot.]

[Without pause to his ritual of being an organic garbage disposal, Gamzee's yellow eyes flicked up from his meal to give Wrathion a once-over. He shoved five more torn-up chunks of sticky sweet pancake in his mouth, letting the syrup drip down his chin.]

The fuck's all a prissy-ass motherfucker like yourself be wanting the deets on? Gotta be more fuckin' specific with a brother, bulgezit.

[deathstiny]

[SOMEONE HAS A CRUDE TONGUE ON THEM but that's fine. It doesn't seem to ruffle Wrathion any. Half of the slang is lost on him, which probably helps.]

Happily so, mortal. Any information you are willing to provide will help. Please, sit.

[He gestures to a nearby chair, but jumps right into his questions as well. The Black Prince doesn't like to be kept Waiting.]

Have you taken residence here long? I don't believe I've met any creature resembling your appearance before.