here's a flight rising event because i'm trash

[dearkaiserin]

[hey congrats you're a dragon now

the mansion is considerably scaled up to accommodate some of its suddenly larger inhabitants. although there's also the possibility you're a fae and half the size you were before, so that might cause some trouble

also, you might walk into a room and find that it's 500 feet in the air, or underwater, or pitch dark and full of glowing mushrooms, or full of FESTERING DECAYING FLESH or something, nbd]

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[perfect_thunder]

[WHY AM I THE ONLY HUMAN LEFT

He assumed the first one was some kind of duel spirit, but now he's hiding under a table overgrown with foliage because holy shit ;_;]

[blizzardkaiser]

[i'm extremely majestic

he probably FEELS familiar even if he doesn't look it...

he's just wandered into the same kitchen, trying to sniff out something to eat >:?]

[perfect_thunder]

[i'm going to die

well, there's SOMETHING alive in the kitchen, tiny and probably bite-sized for an imperial, but it smells like something weird. some kind of muffled unrecognizable species :T

can't tf into a dragon when you already are one tempest]

[blizzardkaiser]

[...

...

hmmmmm

sniff.

sniff.

...pokes his head under the huge table >:T]

........Hello.

[perfect_thunder]

[oh my GOD

He yelps and scrambles backwards, getting tangled up in his black coat and overturning the table in the process, leaving him trapped against it]

S-stay back!

[blizzardkaiser]

[...puffs hot air out of his weird dragony nostrils :T]

...

...I'm not going to hurt you.

...you're very small now.

[perfect_thunder]

[ :?

SHEER PANIC aside, this dragon does seem weirdly familiar]

....you can talk?

[He's used to card spirits, which can't.. actually SPEAK, at least the ones he deals with, except for those stupid ojamas.

..he bristles a little at being called small even though. well. YEAH]

I'm small?! You're huge!

[blizzardkaiser]

...Yes. I can talk.

[for some reason it doesn't occur to him immediately that GEE MAYBE TEMPEST WON'T RECOGNIZE HIM AS A GIANT FUCKIN DRAGON

or that he's the large one]

...Well, most of the furniture is my size.

[perfect_thunder]

I-I noticed!

[god i don't need to SHRINK and be surrounded by dragons ;_;]

Where did all of you come from?! Did you eat everyone else?!

[nerf_rogues]

[in a particularly frosty ice-cavey area, where the fridge used to be, there's a giant fluffy white beast snoozing |)

with something tiny huddled amongst his armfuzz]

[eyeinfection]

[Something is creeping in through the mouth of the cave.

It...looks like a Pearlcatcher, roughly, although what it's carrying might or might not be a pearl under the layers of black goo. Which is also dripping from its eyes and mouth, so it may not the safest thing to be around...

Hopefully one of the two wakes up.]

[anangryinch]

[ >:s

She stirs and perks up her fin.. ear... things, lifting her head.

Something smells wrong and suspiciously occult.

The cave's kind of dark, and most of her vision is filled with WHITE FLUFF, but she crawls over Nerf's fat arm to survey.]

[eyeinfection]

[Oh. There's something looking at it.

Its breathing rattles for a moment, and it coughs, splattering black goo over the floor of the cave.

Then it starts to approach Thistle, long whiskers reaching out in front of it -- and they seem to be splitting at the ends, growing out like roots and writhing in the air.]

[anangryinch]

[She hears the rattling and spots the oozing thing, bristling her fins.

But the black goo seems a bit familiar. Since everyone's a dragon now, maybe it's just that strange wimp (aka Tempest).]

Stop fouling up my lair!

[eyeinfection]

[strange wimp...]

[The small one is yelling at it. She might wake up the bigger one.

b e tter t o mak e h er be qu iet?

It stumbles forward as the whiskers split and stretch out further, aiming to curl some of the new tendrils around the fae's neck and limbs.]

[anangryinch]

[oh HELL naw

She twists away from the tendrils and leaps into the air, hissing and snarling like an angry cat just out of reach.]

So it's consumed you, has it?! I suppose it was foolish to think anything else would come of it.

[ugh that dark stuff distinctly reminds her of bad zorcy things]

You'll have to find a new host elsewhere, parasite.

[She tries to puff herself up a little, protectively, in front of the giant white fluffblob behind her. this is MY host buddy]

[eyeinfection]

[...she's talking to it like she knows it, and it doesn't comprehend.

(p ara si te, though, it knows)

And she's out of its reach, for now...

So it just curls its tendrils down towards her protector, letting them begin to twist into his fur.]

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[a garrish red and orange mirror is flying around and setting FUCKIN EVERYTHING ON FIRE

it's got a huge nasty scar around the base of its neck, and pockmarks and scars all over, with ragged tears in his wings]

[dearkaiserin]

[A SPIKY CHALLENGER APPROACHES in midair

IT'S A GODDAMN ENORMOUS ONE

>FIGHT
ITEM
FLEE

stop setting the damn house on fire]

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[exCUSE me

He pauses when the shadow of the ridgeback falls on him, but being a grumpy territorial mirror, he's not easily dissuaded from his v important task (setting everything on fire)

FIERY HISSCREAM >:F]

[dearkaiserin]

[SCREAMS RIGHT BACK and it sounds like like knives and lemon juice in a blender

ALSO, DIVEBOMBS]

STOP SETTING THINGS ON FIRE!

[her voice is mostly the same, it's just VERY LOUD and like 30% raspier]

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[oh, so you sound like me now]

....eh?

[::?

He lands amongst his flaming wreckage, keeping his distance from the GIANT DRAGON with the strangely familiar voice.]

An' who's gonna stop me?!

[smokepuff]

[dearkaiserin]

[oh this will be fun.

She lands as well, and all of a sudden the knife-spines down her back -- and her claws as well -- are all crackling with electricity.]

Guess.

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[oh frick

WELL, I HAVE COOL TRICKS TOO, even though i should probably technically have plague powers instead of fire powers W/E

do dragons have heelmode

probably

He starts circling her at a distance, walking through the fires and embers of all the crap he's burned up. The flames lick over him harmlessly, until a spot on his arm alights.

It climbs up his arm and over his shoulder as he prowls.]

That's a shame. I was hopin' for a real opponent.

[dearkaiserin]

[nah if he's from fire flight he's gonna have those powers instead. that's how it works in the coliseum anyway]

[...hmm. It's hard for Ridgebacks to grin, but she's doing her best.]

I'll try not to disappoint you, then, shrimp.