[ the dark shadow that sweeps overhead makes another pass, once, twice, before landing somewhere in the place they're all currently occupying where there's enough space for him.
neatly he arranges himself, folding his wings around and under him not terribly unlike an enormous, oversized cat. not a single feather out of place, a long neck snakes over to join approximately where the rest of the crowd is assembled before rumbling: ]
[ like, undead, corpsey, very long dead and not just the technicality of most things killing their food before they eat them. i've said he's probably part vulture so like. gestures. ]
Unless you mean to say that whatever filth is poisoning his mind would make him even worse than that?
[He's imagining that it's because sometimes dragons are too small to like, hunt dragon food and thus some kind of Yamato-sized dragon has to live by scavenging. Very sad. Much consumption of roadkill.]
I was wonderin' if he got experimented on or something to be that crazy... but I guess you don't always have to be experimented on to be crazy.
[ in other words, an entitled dumbass. a moron. the product of the greatest minds of our time working to create the biggest moron who ever existed. take your pick.
does the swear fit his usual manner or deportment? maybe not, but he's allowed. ]
Yeah, the way he talked now matches up with how he sounded when I spoke with him at the party. I don't think he was even tight-lipped because of state secrets or anything, he just hated wizards that much and assumed I was out to get him.
eventually sends a very small, very soft gust of wind his way. in fact, two of them, aimed such that they might be thought to be headpats if one didn't know better.
there there, ahito. your hard work has net you two not-headpats. pat, pat. ]
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neatly he arranges himself, folding his wings around and under him not terribly unlike an enormous, oversized cat. not a single feather out of place, a long neck snakes over to join approximately where the rest of the crowd is assembled before rumbling: ]
Aɴ ɪɢɴᴏʙʟᴇ ғᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴀʀʀᴀɴᴛs ᴀɴ ɪɢɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.
I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ғʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ. Bᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ's ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.
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He's not even a wizard, though. You don't know where that's been.
[Is it even worth a snack.]
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[ like, undead, corpsey, very long dead and not just the technicality of most things killing their food before they eat them. i've said he's probably part vulture so like. gestures. ]
Unless you mean to say that whatever filth is poisoning his mind would make him even worse than that?
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[He's imagining that it's because sometimes dragons are too small to like, hunt dragon food and thus some kind of Yamato-sized dragon has to live by scavenging. Very sad. Much consumption of roadkill.]
I was wonderin' if he got experimented on or something to be that crazy... but I guess you don't always have to be experimented on to be crazy.
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Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ. Sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅs ɪᴛs ᴏᴡɴ ɪʟʟs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ.
Eᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴜsᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Oᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ— ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ.
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Mhmm, mmhm, that’s why you get things like guys trying to blow up the capital and stuff. It’s pretty normal.
[Didn’t he just say it was crazy. Sometimes there are just mundane strains of crazy.]
... You’ve got a pretty low bar for lucid, though.
[Then again this dragon was around for longer than he was (probably), maybe the pilot guy just got stage fright eventually.]
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[ in other words, an entitled dumbass. a moron. the product of the greatest minds of our time working to create the biggest moron who ever existed. take your pick.
does the swear fit his usual manner or deportment? maybe not, but he's allowed. ]
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[Dude's just fuckin dumb.]
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[ his tone is still arid enough to put a desert to shame. ]
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[He! Worked! Hard dammit!!!]
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eventually sends a very small, very soft gust of wind his way. in fact, two of them, aimed such that they might be thought to be headpats if one didn't know better.
there there, ahito. your hard work has net you two not-headpats. pat, pat. ]
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What a weird sensation.]
...Thanks?
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unless ahito was watching for robin's magical signature or something. ]
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A tsundere]
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