AUDIO / backdated a little

[notoriousdeathmonster]

Hey, so, if this thing really works like it's supposed to and it repeats whatever I say to it to everyone else... [SIGH.] I could kind of use some help. If anyone's by the feeding area? I need someone to go in there for me and get me something to eat, because whoever built this magic flying boat just HAD to cover EVERYTHING there in WOOD so I can't go in there without setting the whole thing on fire –

[She breaks off with a huff. She is really kind of embarrassed by having to ask for this – she does not like it at all. What's a good way to stop yourself feeling embarrassed? Oblique threats, probably. So:]

And, well, if nobody does go get me something, then I'll have to work out some other way to get food, and I'm pretty sure no one's going to like that.

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[acerbic]

[ Scales. Well. That certainly lends to something—but he's not getting excited just yet. ]

All right. Where are you? I'll plunder the kitchen for some meat.

[notoriousdeathmonster]

I'm just by the kitchen, I only found out I couldn't go in when I got there.

[acerbic]

All right. Sit tight, I'll be there shortly.

[ . . . ]

Anything I need to look for to know who you are?

[notoriousdeathmonster]

Well, apparently there aren't a lot of other dragons around here, so I'll probably be pretty easy to spot.

[acerbic]

[ !!!!

An actual dragon. One that talks! He doesn't even think Flemeth can talk while she's a dragon.

Be cool, Hawke. ]

Can't say I've seen too many around here, no.

[ And if this is going into action, he literally will be there fairly soon with a tray of various meats he "borrowed" from the kitchen. Hey, it's not like he knows how big she is or anything. Never hurts to give a little extra. ]

[notoriousdeathmonster]

[As promised, Peril is hard to miss. She's kind of hunching, trying to take up less space, but that doesn't change the fact that she's over six feet high at the shoulder, with orange scales and impressively large gold wings. Her blue eyes narrow suspiciously as he approaches, but she perks up a little when she catches sight of the tray of meat.]

Is that for me–?

[It had better be.]

[acerbic]

[ Okay. So. It's a real dragon.

A real, honest to Maker dragon. Talking. A talking, walking—well, they all walk—dragon. At times he's wondered if he could talk to one, what sort of conversation he'd have. Fire? Killings? Is he actually scared of them or too in awe? Does he act nonchalant? Let his excitement out? Ask for a ride???

Of course, he does none of those and just sets the tray down near enough to her. ]

As promised.

[ There's only a very brief pause while he folds his arms over his chest and looks her over, very obviously curious. ]

So... [ he drags it out as if he's thinking while he speaks ] Actual dragon or a strange woman parading around as one?

[notoriousdeathmonster]

[She leans down to sniff the tray, but she stops short of actually eating it when he asks that question.]

What...? Of course I'm an actual dragon. I should be asking you if you're a real scavenger, everybody knows they can't talk.

[acerbic]

Well, as it happens, [ he states rather proudly, ] I am not a scavenger. Or, at least, not anymore.

Where I come from there is a woman who can shapeshift into a dragon. Though... she never told me how to do it. So, just curious. Never met a dragon who could take. Normally they just screech and spit fire at me.

[notoriousdeathmonster]

Oh, I mean a... human. Scavengers are just what they're called where I come from. Because they like to steal stuff. You know, like dragons' treasure... And they can't talk either, they just make these tiny squeaky noises and try to poke you with their pretend claws.