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towerofanimus2013-10-12 11:06 pm
deathstiny) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-12 11:06 pm
Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus
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!]
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!]
C - because dragons. :3
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.]
no subject
[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.