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legionworld2017-10-24 12:16 am
agnominal) wrote in 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?
----
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. ]
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.
----
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?
----
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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Zenyatta floats to get a better look at the dragon's sides and above. It doesn't seem like the dragon is fully trapped; it's more of a tight squeeze in a narrow hallway. The dragon needs to go someplace larger.
"I would offer my biome for your use, but it is far too cold. We will have to borrow another habitat until the magic wears off. I will reassure others that you are friendly and ask if we may borrow some space. Does that sound like a plan? Please blink three times if you would like to try this."
And of not... Zenyatta will try to think of another way to help.
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He wasn't particularly prone to feeling claustrophobic, but now wasn't the time to test what it would take.
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"Greetings," Zenyatta starts before the custodian has a chance to scream. "Could you point me in the direction of a large biome? My friend here could use the space."
The custodian looks to Zenyatta, to the dragon, to Zenyatta, to the dragon, and back to Zenyatta. Then he mutters something about not getting paid enough for this mess and more loudly rattles off a location of a grasslands biome. And then he mutters again about needing a raise and walks off in the direction the running mop went.
Zenyatta thanks the custodian (though the custodian didn't wait around for thanks) and then turns to the dragon. "Shall we try that place?"
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The dragon blinked three times, since that seemed to be the sign Zenyatta was looking for. A place to stretch his limbs would be more than welcome, and someone to help navigate? So much the better.
He might have asked how Zenyatta was finding his new form, but so far he'd only been able to make garbled growls when attempting to speak. Better not risk alarming anyone nearby with the noise.
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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."