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

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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-24 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Though she wasn't cowed by the dragon, she wasn't ignorant of the threat, the size and likely the fire breath. It was as impressive as most things could get, but she wasn't afraid. Her rifle moved with the dragon's movement, aimed at an eye, ready to pull the trigger on an instant.

This was her home. It didn't matter that this had been Sombra's biome; she had lived there the entire time she had been in this world. More a home than her own biome had been. This place had housed arguments, laughter, teasing, brooding, affection, pettiness and lust. More things than she was ever supposed to be regularly exposed to. Family.

And right then, it felt like all she had left that she could remotely call her own in this damn dimension. Had she been capable of them, tears of anger and determination might have glistened her eyes. Instead, she held her ground, unwilling to be intimidated.
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-25 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, dragons in fairy tales were intelligent and it simply didn't occur to Widowmaker that this one might be someone she knew. So she maintained her position, kept her rifle at the ready. And would for a while.

...but eventually, even she would get tired of a standoff like this.

She didn't lower her weapon, but she decided to speak to the dragon. "Look here, dragon. This is my home. Do not damage anything or set anything on fire, because I will kill you." Her eyes narrowed. "Hopefully, you will disappear soon in a puff of magic, along with this freeze."

Widowmaker wasn't expecting an answer or the dragon to even understand her, but she lowered Widow's Kiss a bit.
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
A single eyebrow raised at that nod, but after the dragon settled, Widowmaker let her rifle hang down at her side with one hand. Using the other to pull the jacket more closed about her, she found herself heading back toward the beach house, but she stopped before she got too close that the exact location could be picked out.

Sure, the dragon would disappear soon (it better), she still needed to protect the safety of the beach house. From what she knew, only her, Reaper and Sombra had known the exact house they had made their domicile. Which meant it was just her knowledge now. It needed to stay that way, so she found a place on the beach to settle down on, rifle across her legs, where she could see the dragon.
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-26 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
At the movement from the dragon, Widowmaker was instantly alert with her rifle in a ready position. At least until she saw what it was playing with, then she lowered it.

"Not shiny enough for you?"
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-26 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Another eyebrow raised, she turned her gaze to the bottle. Hmm. She thought she'd cleaned up all of Sombra's mess. Apparently not.

"I do not have any more. What was left has already been drank."
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-10-26 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The dragon was brooding. Widowmaker had plenty on practice identifying brooding and sulking thanks to Reaper. It was rather pathetic to see a dragon doing it.

"Shouldn't you be looking for some 0lace warmer?"
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[personal profile] araignee_du_soir 2017-11-02 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Tch. How irritating." Widowmaker grumbled, shifting her rifle but not moving to get up or raise it. "Dragons are supposed to be able to take humanoid form in stories. That would make this easier. Or if I had spare telepathic earplugs."

Then again, that would've meant putting said earplugs in a dragon's ears. She had no desire to get that close. "At least then I could find out why you have decided a frozen beach is a good place to rest."
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[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."