forum I'm bored so... Character chat anyone?

Started January 10, 2019 by @CurtisFamWriters

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Amber: (turns back into a human) I don't know what to do

Tiffany: (walks back in)

Amber: (thinks) Not again (rolls eyes)

Loch: "Nah, we don't even have kings, they just aren't a thing, well, we have them but they don't rule, they're only really there to have children." she shrugged "But yes, to each their own…" she said as her face darkened and smiled toothily

Gloam: she didn't know what this quarrel was about though the only thing she was focused on was the stench of the thing she would call an "ember stick"

a winged humanoid with hastily tied back ginger hair fell from the ceiling, splaying out as he hit the ground. he was quickly joined by another, who fell straight on top of him with a whoop and a crash.

syriant (the ginger): [coughing] "get the hell off of me, you bastard! what the fuck?"

ángel (the other one): [he quickly rolls off, standing up and grinning down at syri] "sorry, maybe you should get stronger ribs." [he looks up and notices the others] "whoa… we've got company apparently. who're y'all?"

syriant: "calm down with the fucking contractions, southerner. yea, who are you guys?"

Suddenly, a swirl of purple specks appears in the air. A black dragon appears in the center of the whirlwind, and the purple specks fall to the floor, melting into nothing. On the dragon’s back is an athletic looking man with orange hair, fox-like ears, and green eyes. He wears a white shirt and orange vest. The dragon scans the room with purple eyes, grunting in frustration.

[syriant lets out a small scream and swears loudly]
á: "calm down! its just people. and a dragon."

Loch: the green-blue dragon whipped around before snapping "Watch your language, there are children here!! And not to mention a RainWing!" she growled, her spines rasing aggressively

Gloam: "Three dragons, if you know how to count. I could teach you if you want."
she said, trying to match Loch's tone but failing as Loch herself snickered at the comment

[syriant squeaked, hiding behind his massive feathered wings]

á: "oh, sorry! my attention was drawn by the newcomer. 3 dragons and a rainwing, neat!" [he pauses] "oh. i forgot to mention, i'm ángel! this big loser is syriant or suriant, whichever is easier to pronounce. we're aasimar, and we come from the forgotten realms. you guys are..?"

Foxchild(the man) slid off the dragon and kissed its nose affectionately, looking around at the people in the room.
“How did we end up here? Father Wick is going to have some explaining to do when we get back home!” The dragon rolled it’s eyes, pressing its wings closer to its body so as not to accidentally whack anyone.

Hearing the question, Foxchild spun around and smiled.
“I am Foxchild. This is…let’s go with Ender.” The dragon waved a wing in what looked like a hello.

[syriant looks hesitantly out from his wings, eyes shining with apprehension. he has a long smear of dirt on his face, and ángel looks just as mussed]

ángel: "wonderful to meet you, foxchild! of what race are you, and if you're comfortable with telling us where you come from please do so."

Loch: rolling her eyes as well but at the "three dragons and a RainWing," she didn't even bother correcting them

Gloam: "Are you a NightWing?" she asked the black dragon

Ragnor: The dragons where I'm from are ruled by the Supreme Dragon King
sighs, closing his eyes
Though the relations between dragons and man is very rocky, to where both sides would rather kill each other off
I can't really blame the Dragon King though…having your mate killed by man, leaving you to care for your two chicks, the heirs of the Dragons

Eilander: remains hidden in Ragnor's jacket, continuing to tremble uncontrollably, still absolutely terrified

syriant: [he folds his wings a little more, emerging from the mass of feathers] "what are 'nightwings' and 'rainwings'? they a kinda lizard?"

[ángel hisses at his blunt question, shooting him a look but saying nothing]

Loch: she was barely even paying attention to Ragnor at this point "Yeah, yeah that's terrific."

Loch: rolling her eyes as well but at the "three dragons and a RainWing," she didn't even bother correcting them

Gloam: "Are you a NightWing?" she asked the black dragon

The dragon looks confused, and shakes her head.
“What is a NightWing?” She says.

Foxchild pats Ender’s snout.
“I’m a where-beast.” He morphs into a sleek fox.
“See?” He smiles, though it looks creepy on a fox face.

Loch: gives him the 'boi' look "Uh, they're dragons, she's" points at Gloam "a RainWing, and I'm a SeaWing. And NightWings are just cocky dragons that are so full of themselves that they can't even see that they don't have any powers." she grumbled "They're too much for my taste, and their breath smells like death itself." yep, definitely salty about something

[ángel finishes his deathglare and looks around, trying to get an idea of the company here while syriant gives a disbelieving look to ragnor]

sy: "no, really? where we're from it's almost the same, except better." [he seems to remember himself and flattens his expression, hands twitching]

Ragnor: Raises an eyebrow, then simply shakes his head, mumbling something in an unknown tongue

Eve: Continues to pet Eilander's head, then looks up to her master. Lays her ears back
A lot of them are quite young compared to us…do try to have patience

Ragnor: Finishes his cigeratte, crushing it under a boot. Picks up the small dragon that is Eilander, placing him in his lap. Starts to pet him gently. Glances to Eve out of the corner of his eye
Can you blame me?

Eve: Sighs
Remember, they're from their own worlds, so our rules don't apply to them…

Ragnor: Growls under his breath
Still…

Eilander: His shivering calms down, if only slightly. Curled up tightly in Ragnor's lap

[as syriant finishes his monologue he turns to loch]

s: "don't give me that look! i come from the fucking forgotten realms, dragons are just called DRAGONS."

[ángel gives him a withering stare and he glares back]

Gloam here are their wip wikis))

Loch: "Well from that point of logic you would be called a human! you're like, the same thing; picking fights with everything that you dislike in the slightest. Now woman up before I make you." she snarled at Syriant