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LOCUS ([personal profile] agnominal) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2017-10-24 12:16 am
Entry tags:

dragon dragon, rock the dragon

Who| Locus and you!
What| You couldn't really have a 'Game of Throne' event without a dragon. So. Have a dragon.
Where| Hallways, various biomes, eventually the training facilities.
When| Game of Throne event
Warnings/Notes| n/a



In the midst of everything that's going on, you might be forgiven for overlooking the transformations of a number of Legionnaires. There's more than enough going on to draw anyone's attention.

But it's a little hard to ignore a large, winged black dragon that is trying its best to make its way down a hall that is almost too small for it. Certainly too narrow for its wings to unfurl, and when it pauses to huff in annoyance, smoke and sparks filter through the hall in drifting clouds. There is a deep, unhappy rumbling from the creature, but it doesn't appear to be aggressive...per se.

Just largely annoyed by its inability to get anywhere fast. And it has to remember not to swing its tail or move too quickly, lest it smash into something.


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The biomes offer a little relief. One might happen through one of the areas and hear what almost sounds like snoring. A low, rumbling, steady noise, that has no apparent source. None that can be seen, at the very least.

Of course, that leaves the danger of wandering smack into a very irate, very large creature trying to have a nap somewhere comfortable. And how awkward would that be?


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Of course there are some areas meant for stretching ones legs, for flying about, and for experimenting with ones powers. Here, the dragon eventually lumbers, settling for setting a few dummies on fire in the hopes of taming its annoyance.

It's working to a certain degree, at least.


[ Want a custom encounter with the beast? Let me know, and I'll put down a starter. ]

araignee_du_soir: (8L)

[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-11-08 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
At the scratching, Widowmaker lifted her rifle up to look through the scope at what the dragon was doing. Which was drawing a--

"Oh." Clearly this wasn't Sombra in dragon form, which meant it was: "Locus. I should have recognized the brooding."

Getting to her feet and resting the rifle on her shoulder, she started to walk away. "I will still kill you if you destroy anything. You at least still have York."
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2017-11-11 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
The Chief hits a panel on the wall and an elevator opens up, much larger than most of Legion World's.

"Freight elevator. Should put us right off the hab deck."

Does a dragon even understand concepts like an elevator and a hab deck? Probably not.

"...There will be room."

The dragon is lucky it got the best explainer on the station.
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2017-11-11 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Cramming himself into an elevator with a dragon: A new experience. But the Chief hits the buttons anyway.

Elevator rides are always awkward. He has some kind of idea that maybe people talk in elevators, but what do you say? Easier not to. Besides, this person is a dragon anyway.

When they arrive, he steps out and makes a presenting gesture with one arm. And lo, a space big enough for a dragon.

...But he's going to have to babysit it, isn't he. It's a dragon. It might break something.

"Please don't break anything."

It's going to be a long day.
orbislife: stylized spray of Zenyatta's head as a ball surrounded by orbs (greetings from the payload)

[personal profile] orbislife 2017-11-11 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
He was waiting for the dragon's signal, and with it, he continues down the hall. It takes Zenyatta a few more times to ask for directions before they reach the biome the custodian suggested. Only twice did someone scream in terror before Zenyatta could explain the situation and calm them down. Zenyatta's memory of Legion World is not as precise as it was when he was an omnic.

He opens the door to the biome, thankfully large enough for a dragon to fit through. A large, grassy area under a bright blue greets him.

"I believe we have arrived. It looks quite pleasant."

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