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Gaian Knight / Tiamat (maxed) Cost of Experience (2) The Hand That Breaks the Fall (6) Grim Only Doing Good When I'm Having Fun (1) Nocturne Monkeys on Parade (2) Please roll GK/Tiamat's posts over to Nocturne to bring her up to 10 posts / 2pp. Ref point to Nocturne.
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"27," pondered Matt, watching Riley leave over the top of his glass. "Nice." He seemed to mean it. But that felt like a topic that would get him evil eyes, or whatever, so he moved on. "Bog's only good if you want to smell like bog. I guess I've only been to the one, though. Two?" He leaned over, glancing at Fang. "Was the other one a bog?" "A marsh," said Fang. "So just the one. But it didn't smell great, and the humidity was awful. My recommendation: be a city witch, do all the brewing and jewelry from the comfort of somewhere with AC and indoor plumbing." "And parks," said Fang. "And parks."
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"Now, Cricket. Compliments will get you everywhere." Natalia stood to the side of the hallway, brought each foot up behind her to undo her shoes, and proceed to step out of them like they'd decided to glue themselves to the floor. It was a good trick, only slightly marred by taking a moment to make sure they were neat and well out of the way. "Besides, wouldn't it be much better to be all that and mysterious?" Which only left entering the place proper, and she was going to have to do that eventually so it may as well be now. "Do you take last-minute reservations?" she asked the voice down the hallway, pausing a moment to inspect the living room. "I couldn't find any reviews for this half of the establishment, but the word of mouth is good and I'm not picky about the menu if the price is right."
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Teagan had been finishing up with her scratching, one might hope, craning her head around to eye the new scales growing in to fill the gaps. She tapped one with a wing-claw, and seemed satisfied. "You would steer it with bait," she answered, bringing her head back to the conversation. "Which is why we may not do so, and why we will definitely not do so while the local flower deity can barely stand unassisted. Do keep trying, though." That was a lot of teeth. It was probably a grin, and definitely a little smug. "I intend to follow you until you give up and rest a bit, and would delight in seeing you get the same speech from every person you meet. Until it got old," she said, "and I got bored, and began to eat people. Best you listen to Gabriel while you can, but don't let me stop you."
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Nocturne rolls a 13.
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"It got into my head, at the start of it," mused Teagan, rubbing a wing against her newly-growing scales. "It tried to show me my fears, or shames. To draw out an emotional response. It worked better than I'd have liked." Scratch scratch scratch went the wing, another pair of dead scales falling to the ground. "It did actually strike me, but it did so in the form of an old memory; I think it drew power from our pasts. It could change quite fast. I would also not recommend speed as a defense, nor assume that it must be in your head to act against you." She'd been looking upward as she scratched, reminiscing, but that thought brought her attention back down to earth. "I say 'it', in my ire and contempt, but while it seemed...undirected, it was not mindless. We made it angry, in the end; I could bait it into attacking me instead of the children. That too is a weakness, and it only struck at me with my own memory, not the children's. We can't be sure that's a hard limit on its power, but it seems possible."
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Teagan made a hissing noise somewhere between pain and satisfaction, but she let Stesha tend to her with only the strictly-necessary protesting. By the time she was done her side looked far better, at least; the dragon swung her head around to inspect it, approvingly, gently scratching old scarred scales away to reveal newer ones - fresh, not fully grown in, but a better sight than the old. "...thank you," she said, with something approaching a dragon's humility, "though I would not have asked it. You seem drained as it is." She shook herself, flexing the now less-injured wing muscles as best she could without bowling anyone over. "Which returns us to the question at hand. Your people would benefit to know you are up and moving. They may not benefit in believing you to be less than full strength, but you've never claimed proper godhood so I'm unsure how much you care." She paused, cocking her head, and added, "....with my wings working properly, now, I could simply fly you out. It may be sufficiently dramatic, if you don't feel up to speaking to crowds, or teleportation. Or you could give your worshipers a rousing speech on your return."
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"I will mend," insisted Teagan, none-too-subtly drawing her wing forward to cover singed and ragged-looking scales. She'd cleaned the soot off of them, at least. "I'm fortunate that it drew forth one of my brothers and not my sister. She would have made a far more honest attempt to kill me." She seemed to find the thought amusing. "The worst is healed; the rest will correct itself with time. The new scales will itch coming in - perhaps I will trouble you for a dragon-sized aloe plant when the time comes." Several tons of dragon rose to its feet, stretching as much as the walls would allow. "Your people await, if you've the energy for it - we did not tell them much beyond the necessary, but word does get around. We might leave more quietly, otherwise - I believe the Knight was checking on your daughter, who will be pleased to see you again."
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Teagan took a moment to crane her neck around, peering at Gabriel long enough to be satisfied that he did, in fact, have his eyes closed. Then, and only then, did her tail coil back around her body to let him - anyone - approach unthreatened. "The children are fine," she assured Stesha, settling back against the wall to provide room to everyone. She rather liked the size of this garden; she might have to bother Tarrant for one of her own, later, or hide away here for the sun and quiet. She crossed her forelimbs at the wrist, more at ease than she'd been in a while. "They did well, though it was unpleasant for them. It killed you and managed to knock me out, but I'm not certain the young ones had anything as powerful in their memories for it to draw upon as we did. I understand that it eventually fled, rather than risk capture or defeat."
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There was a dragon coiled around the inside of the walled garden where Tarrant had 'planted' Stesha's body - Teagan had planted herself there almost as soon as she'd been able to move, and aside from scratching something arcane and draconic into the walls near her torso she'd not moved since. She'd opted, instead, to glare balefully at anyone who tried to enter the place without the absolute utmost respect. That had been a fun diversion while her ribs knitted back together. Dragons valued all treasure, and magic flowers who were also friends were no less treasure than gold - possibly more so, for all that they were ephemeral. So she was there, too, when Stesha's flower spat her out. A great head lifted on a great neck, turning to eye a hero reborn with some amount of warm of humor. "Stesha," she rumbled. "Welcome back. Next time, I will ask the Knight to make you something dignified to fall into."
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"Ah, well then," Natalia drawled, turning her head back to raise an eyebrow at Jenny. "I suppose I'll have to hope it isn't contagious. I'm not sure I have the budget to include so many colors in my wardrobe." She didn't hesitate to step past the threshold of someone else's home, but she did display the same careful curiosity she's shown downstairs, scanning the place like it was alien and full of unknown dangers. "You don't ask questions about a girl's biology, Cricket, honestly. Still you can ask me about how my powers work, I'd never forbid it. I'm simply not inclined to answer those questions, or else I'd lose my air of mystery - and then where would I be?"
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"A later date, I think, but very soon," said Gaian Knight - though his attention was clearly elsewhere. "If this happened once, it'll happen again, and we want to know as much as possible before then." Broken earth was bitterly convenient; he wouldn't have to relocate any grass. Rocks and dirt flowed up from the ground along Fleur's trajectory, coming together like something alive to form a large stone archway - very large, which was easy enough to build but not so easy to fill with a golden-tinged portal to Sanctuary's open green fields. It was worth it to not leave anybody behind. With one hand directed at the portal, the other brought Tiamat's prone body forward on a gentle wave of earth. That certainly didn't make things easier, but he was just able to maneuver her through to greener pastures, plus or minus some uncomfortable-looking wing-folding; Fleur was much easier, earth gently wrapping her up in a shape more like a seed than a coffin before floating her through to home. "I'll make sure she's somewhere sunny and safe before I head back," he said, visibly relaxing as the structure of the portal collapsed down to a more reasonable size. "I'll park Tiamat there, too, for now, and stick around long enough to make sure she's as okay as she looks. We'll be in touch if anything changes, for better or for worse."
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Bereft of any specific job to do, Dragonfly scanned the room, eyes settling on Keres' broken body. Keres' probably broken body. The body Keres would have known would be captured, which was convincingly damaged, but.... A quartet of her drones bent into existence, silently floating off to attach themselves to the ceiling around where Keres laid still. Dragonfly didn't like gambling. She turned her attention back to the screens, cocking her head. "Agent," she said - or, rather, thought, the sound coming not from her but from the simulation, a small winged sigil popping into existence to give a source to the voice. She wasn't turning the room microphone back on if she could avoid it. "Do have to ask what you'd prefer done with your body. Single bullet, not irreparable - but non-trivial. Once everything's done we - or your team - could probably get or make a new one, but we understand if you're...sentimental."
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Gaian Knight (MAXED) Cost of Experience (9) Dragonfly (MAXED) Where Do We Go? (2) Wraith (MAXED) Auspicious Season (2) Grim Only Good When I'm Having Fun (1) Masque Dakar Rally (1) Nocturne Monkeys on Parade: Second Banana (7) 13 rollover posts to go around: 1 each to Gremlin and Eclipse, to take them to 1 post / 1pp each. The rest to Nocturne, which should take her up past the 2pp line. Between my computer dying on me and some work woes, I don't feel I could do much as a ref in March; I waive my ref point.
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"Probably not literal paperwork, but we'll probably have some questions for you later, if that's alright." Gaian Knight had shown up loaded for bear, sword at his hip and two great stone fists dragging through the air behind him - but with the fight apparently over he let them collapse back into floating rubble as the platform he was riding drifted down to solid ground. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do, but whatever that was, they took out two of the League's heavy hitters and you're still on your feet. Good job." He paused, then, running a hand back through short brown hair as he surveyed the damage, and the dragon. She was breathing steady. That was good. "Tiamat's going to be impossible to deal with, now," he said, though strain and concern sapped all the humor out of the joke. That floating rubble, now useless, formed itself into a series of pillars and dropped down as an improvised fence around Tiamat's prone body; it wouldn't do to let anyone near her without an invitation. "Whatever they did to her, a bruised ego's going to be the worst of it. And Fleur, is she - I mean, she isn't--" He could feel that damage, the shape of it in the earth, all the way out to to the concrete. He could guess what that'd do to a person. "....hell," he said, and meant it. "I can get her back to Sanctuary, at least. She might...she might still be okay, eventually."
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"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," said Natalia, remaining seated just long enough to be inconvenient to Ryder's head-start. "I wasn't roasting, I was helping. I feel I was rather complementary, considering." She paused, and then, "If I was to roast you, you'd know." She slid out of her seat, coiling the strap of her bag in one hand to keep it close and out of the way. She was, in general, making sure she was closely-held and out of the way. "I'm not certain you have the high ground to call anyone extra, Cricket. I'm not sure I do, either, but while your sister is highly entertaining I'm increasingly concerned the behavior is genetic. Is there a drama gene?" she asked, following Ryder into the back. "An overactive enthusiasm gland, maybe. I might have to insist on meeting your family members one at a time. For safety."
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Tiamat had never been one to take her own advice, and she sure wasn't going to start now. Already pushing her wings as hard as she could to rejoin the fight, she didn't land between the creature and Shadowborne so much as impact, several tons of myth and legend dropping out of the sky to form a defiant wall between it and any would-be victims. "How does it feel," she rumbled, already knowing what might come, "to be nothing but a pitiful imitation of your betters?"
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"A contract was made," intoned Fang, briefly more death than dog - but Matt was already nudging her face with his shoe, her grim tidings pushed away from the table. The hound seemed to find that highly amusing. "No, you shush," he admonished. "Don't listen to her, she's angling for more steaks. I appreciate the support from everyone and all, I do, and I really hope everyone's taking care of themselves better'n I am. But now I really wanna know about Riley's belles. If you don't give us more details at this point we're all just going to imagine it, and each one's gonna be worse than the last, man."
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Using equipment communicators eats a move action, so Tiamat can't do more than start to head back to the fight while getting the word out. Assuming gets within one more move action of the combat, though (or the combat moves to within one move action of her!) she'll start to Interpose for anyone who's about to take a bad hit.
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Tiamat seethed, head snaking around to glare at the creature from the far end of Fleur's trail. There was fire leaking from between her teeth, but she wouldn't be baited that easily. Not yet. Still, she took off, wings flattening grass and scattering dust as she started back toward the fight. "This is Tiamat to all points, if this thing is working," she growled; she'd hated the League communicator as soon as she's gotten it, always assuming it would get broken or lost, itching under the scales of her head. She still hated it, but at least it was useful for once. "Fleur de Joie is down in Memorial Park. Something here is dragging old memories out to hurt us. Get the knight here to take Fleur home, but do not engage; this creature does not need the help. We are...working on it."
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Tiamat's head craned to follow Fleur's near-dismissive destruction with a look of incredulity that did not belong on a dragon's face; by the time she got her senses back properly the fighting had already started, and she took a moment to watch with great ruby eyes narrowed. She could take a hit better than Fleur de Joie could - she could take a hit better than just about anyone on the League - but she'd recognized the person dealing the blow and that was...a problem. "It is what we give it," she growled, one great claw scratching at the ground as her desire to tear the thing in half fought with memories of tyrants and heroes and dragons alike.... And then she left. Great leathery wings snapped open and propelled her backwards, toward Fleur, and away from the...person. "A new plan," she announced. "You are not abandoned, but this is your fight now. Demonstrate greatness, and remind this creature how we handle such violence in our city. I will check on Fleur." Her landing was less than graceful, great talons digging trenches into the ground as she slid to a halt next to broken concrete. The latter she tried to gently pull away, hoping it wasn't as bad as it had looked.
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Tiamat rolls initiative: 3! Which I guess is the appropriate response to seeing your very very powerful friend get Worf'd.
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Tiamat ground her teeth hard enough to be heard, hands curled into fists as she glared at...whatever this thing was. "Stay out of my head," she growled. Screams, and why shouldn't there be, why shouldn't she be, the taste of.... Tiamat burst into fire, immolating all at once in a blaze that grew and grew and grew and when it finally died, it had burnt away all the artifice, all the feigned humanity. "Do not go seeking monsters," she rumbled - all crimson scales and claws and teeth, t-rex-sized and more, staring down at the ever-changing thing with hostile contempt. "You might find them."