[testdrive!!!]

[fuilscales]

1. You're wandering some woodsy mountain areas alone and maybe you get lost or hurt or some such. Next thing you know, you're set up in a little camp with a fire going, it's dark, it's pretty damn cold, and there's a guy definitely not dressed for the weather in just a long, loose tunic and trousers, with long black hair tied back in a low ponytail. I mean, that's probably because you're wearing his winter cloak as a blanket, but.



2. MAN WOULDN'T IT BE COOL TO SEE A DRAGON. They're pretty rare nowadays, but hey, look, there's one sleepily sunning itself on a pile of rocks like a big dumb lizard. It's pretty, if a bit small at maybe the side of a draft horse, all sleek black scales with some iridescence when the light hits it just so, its nearly opaque webbed wings spread out to soak up the warmth. Those're some sharp teeth and claws though, huh.


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3. ???? hit me baby

P.S. IF YOU CAN DETECT MAGIC OR MEDICAL STUFF OR SOME SHIT lemme know in comments

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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she heard that dubiousness, buddy

casting him an amused side-eye before chirping— ]

It can be. Mm— this will be a little noisy, though. My apologies.

[ —and then letting an arc of electricity lick up from her feet and crawl over her body to crackle out at the end of ribbon. ]

[fuilscales]

[ jumps a bit, drawing his head back and receding a couple of steps too.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Sorry, sorry. That was just me; the ribbon should be fine.

[fuilscales]

What... did you do?

[ghostfromthemachine]

I put some of my power into it. "Playing dead" was an old trick of mine.

[ this is a lie. the lightshow part of that was literally just to show off. ]

[fuilscales]

I... oh. Um. Okay?? Thank you...

[ he still seems incredibly unsure but. Trusting this anyway. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

You're welcome.

[ holding it out for him ]

Do you want me to tie it so you only have to slip it on, or can you manage?

[fuilscales]

I can probably...

[ he reaches for the ribbon with one clawed hand.

Then abruptly tanks away with a pained hiss as if sparks against hoa scales, writes wide with alarm. Protection from evil indeed. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Ah—

[ excuse her? she did not authorize that???

yanks the ribbon in the opposite direction, hesitates for a bare half-second, and then crumples it. no. ]

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean— are you all right?

[ecotonal]

Th' mountains are next to th' forest, right?

[fuilscales]

[ PROTIP DON'T WRITE TAGS WHILE ACTIVELY FALLING ASLEEP, JEEZY LOOK AT THOSE TYPOS

he just looks pretty startled and a little worried, curling up tighter, catlike, his tail around his legs. ]

Oh-- oh, I thought-- you said it would help...?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ hey it's still better than the time I accidentally copies the (Reply to this) (Thread from start) etc into a tag and didn't catch it until the next day ]

It was supposed to. I think— I don't usually write these out. I must have chosen the wrong words to use for you.

[ she's not stupid, after all. ]

[fuilscales]

Oh-- well... please, don't worry about it. I've gotten this far without something like that, so you don't need to waste your time.

[ taking human form after a long moment of thought-- or almost human, anyway, his third eye hidden by his long hair, much of which hangs in his face, and his pointed ears. No other dragony bits to be seen. ]

[bosssfight]

But, there is still form.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...oh. oh no. oh no, he's cute? so not only did she accidentally sting a nice boy, she accidentally stung a nice cute boy, wonderful, today is fired. shaking her head ]

I don't consider it a waste of time— rather, I'm genuinely more unhappy that I've apparently wasted yours.

[fuilscales]

Oh... truly, it isn't as if I've any time to waste. Please don't worry.

[fuilscales]

Oh... I suppose, yes. And on them.

But I'm not-- this isn't my territory, or anything like that.

[fuilscales]

I suppose...

[ seems embarrassed ]

Thank you?

[bosssfight]

Yes.

I am Sanajeh.

[hypogaeum]

[taking it, but not drinking yet]

...I'm from pretty far away.

[fuilscales]

Oh, my. You're traveling alone?

[ Eyes wide ]

[hypogaeum]

Apparently. Not on purpose. But yeah, that seems to be the case.

[fuilscales]

Ah-- well, um... where are you going? I'd be happy to lead you there.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ]

...I'm afraid worrying is one of the things I do best, though...

[fuilscales]

That seems terribly stressful.