[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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[fuilscales]

I... oh. That sounds very useful.

[ he sounds just a little doubtful, but what does he know about magic. ]

[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?

[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. ]

[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.

[ghostfromthemachine]

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

[fuilscales]

That seems terribly stressful.

/2

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ yOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO CALL HER OUT ON THAT?! ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Well— I try not to think about it, so I wouldn't exactly call it stressful—

[ just sort of

steadily floofing up as she rambles ]

[fuilscales]

Well... I don't know much. It only seems that way to me, to be always worried.

[ghostfromthemachine]

...I'm not always worried? I just— I have a tendency to it when I'm not careful. That's all.

[ why is she still talking about this she needs to change the subject immediately ]

[fuilscales]

Oh-- well-- you don't need to worry about me, I do pretty well for myself out here.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ biting back a reflexive "but I want to?" ]

...It seems like it might be lonely, though.

[fuilscales]

Certainly! But I don't mind much.

[ghostfromthemachine]

You do realize that means you mind some.