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Hatching roleplay - scroll down for example
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Hatching roleplay - scroll down for example
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Samber
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Samber would be quite--no, very glad when the eggs hatched and she could kick Fitelath and that horrible, horrible Palvert off the station. Fitelath himself wasn't that bad, for a bronze. Just your typical loud, bossy, overconfident large male dragon, and quite fond of his 'eggchildren', as Locke said the dragon had been calling them. The two got along rather well, which had surprised Samber, since at first meeting her muse had tried to bite Palvert's head off, and was still sulking because she'd prevented him.
Now, after getting to know the rider, she wished she had let Locke deal with him. Samber had no idea how he had Impressed a bronze, or, for that matter, Impressed at all. In fact, it was a wonder the mother of the clutch hadn't simply done the world's females a favor and stepped on him. He ooozed. At least half of the female population of the station (and all of the medical staff) had filed complaints of harassment, and Samber had been forced to make a practice of sending and riders with female dragons close to mating back to the Folly. Palvert (really, she thought, he ought to have elided it--P'vert) had even pinched her bottom once. She'd had to start taking Locke with her everywhere, dressed in a security guard's uniform, to prevent futher... incidents.
She was wandering down to the Level-Seventeen Galley for a snack, still thinking, when the comm unit (who invented these silly things, anyway?) pinned to her pocket began to beep shrilly, followed by a crackling sound and the rather tinny-sounding voice of whoever was in charge of message relay today.
"Samber... Locke says the eggs are moving. He's there with Fitelath. Bronze's in a bit of a fuss, has no idea what's going on or what to do. Locke says to hurry?"
After a bit of fumbling, she found the 'Reply' button and held it down. "Gotcha. On my way. How long does Locke think we have before they crack?"
"An hour, maybe more? Could be a day, day and a half."
Samber grinned, and headed for the lift. Finally!
Now, after getting to know the rider, she wished she had let Locke deal with him. Samber had no idea how he had Impressed a bronze, or, for that matter, Impressed at all. In fact, it was a wonder the mother of the clutch hadn't simply done the world's females a favor and stepped on him. He ooozed. At least half of the female population of the station (and all of the medical staff) had filed complaints of harassment, and Samber had been forced to make a practice of sending and riders with female dragons close to mating back to the Folly. Palvert (really, she thought, he ought to have elided it--P'vert) had even pinched her bottom once. She'd had to start taking Locke with her everywhere, dressed in a security guard's uniform, to prevent futher... incidents.
She was wandering down to the Level-Seventeen Galley for a snack, still thinking, when the comm unit (who invented these silly things, anyway?) pinned to her pocket began to beep shrilly, followed by a crackling sound and the rather tinny-sounding voice of whoever was in charge of message relay today.
"Samber... Locke says the eggs are moving. He's there with Fitelath. Bronze's in a bit of a fuss, has no idea what's going on or what to do. Locke says to hurry?"
After a bit of fumbling, she found the 'Reply' button and held it down. "Gotcha. On my way. How long does Locke think we have before they crack?"
"An hour, maybe more? Could be a day, day and a half."
Samber grinned, and headed for the lift. Finally!
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Asha Wermyst
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Ealen F'trego
Ealen F'trego
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GildedLilly
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A tall, brown skinned woman strode into the hatching bay. She had to re-calibrate the gravity matrix. Again. Stupid thing kept getting jammed... Why did she always have to fix the darn thing? Having multiple gravity settings on one artifical generator was bound to cause problems, but since they weren't the costly or the fatal kind, nobody really minded that the thing always needed adjusment. This time it was the gradual pressure adjustment tunnel. People were complaining of nauseal. Seriously, what did they think, that they had magic inner ears that didn't get confused when it suddenly seemed like down wasn't quite as important as it was a second ago?
Penelope glared. It seemed that there was a small bubble of zeroG right before the entrance that was upsetting the inner ears of those not used to living in space.
She swore under her breath. One of the grav coils had busted, and while this section was rotating so as to keep the gravity steady, the walkway couldn't, beacuse the center section was rotation faster, and- oh dear. This might take a while.
Penelope glared. It seemed that there was a small bubble of zeroG right before the entrance that was upsetting the inner ears of those not used to living in space.
She swore under her breath. One of the grav coils had busted, and while this section was rotating so as to keep the gravity steady, the walkway couldn't, beacuse the center section was rotation faster, and- oh dear. This might take a while.
Poppet considered herself lucky... exceedingly lucky. What with her mother so big on travelling and stressing it's importance, constantly trying to send her out on 'adventures' and the like- she just happened to have the keen timing to end here. Huh- must have gotten it from mum. Seemed to run in the family really, the wanderlust and that odd luck.
Poppet wasn't as odd as some, but certainly odder than others. She was a feline morph. She's also been called and anthro, furre, and several other things. Put simply, she was a younger woman with a thin layer of pallid downy fur, subtley digitigrade legs, and (of course) a tail. It wasn't so bad really, as she'd found recently some of the younger men posted on the ship thought her appearance 'exotic'. It was nice really, but nothing she put any weight into . Then again, considering the jumpsuits that the visitors were required to wear, she couldn't look but so exciting. Being the business sort, she'd taken to wearing her salt and peppered mane (more salt than pepper) up in a knot at the base of her skull, heavy gloves tucked into one of her pockets. While hardly impressive when it came to strength, Poppet was certainly willing to give most things a shot, and was relatively agile at that. And considering that even upon digitigrade legs she was a tad short... well... she was useful. She fit into a lot of small maintenance-use places, and had no qualms about offering to do what she could. After all- this was harldy a free ride. Best to earn her keep until the eggs were ready. And after... she'd either return triumphantly to Tyrra or would move on to the next place she could find.
Pausing for a trip to the washroom she took the time to glance herself in the mirror, expressive ears folding in pleasure. At least her pale fur wasn't smudged with grease today. That had looked terrible. No, there was just the blackened fur about her eyes, the oddly dark pigment of her lips, and the pale grey spotting that dotted her features. Not bad really... Not bad at all.
Once done it was back out into the hall, and on with her walking. Again with the odd wanderlust... she abhorred staying still unless she was doing something. Now what was that from up ahead? Alertly her ears dished forward, pallid tail taking up a faint sway. Ah, the muffled curses of a frustrated mechanic! Maybe she had something to do after all.....
Poppet wasn't as odd as some, but certainly odder than others. She was a feline morph. She's also been called and anthro, furre, and several other things. Put simply, she was a younger woman with a thin layer of pallid downy fur, subtley digitigrade legs, and (of course) a tail. It wasn't so bad really, as she'd found recently some of the younger men posted on the ship thought her appearance 'exotic'. It was nice really, but nothing she put any weight into . Then again, considering the jumpsuits that the visitors were required to wear, she couldn't look but so exciting. Being the business sort, she'd taken to wearing her salt and peppered mane (more salt than pepper) up in a knot at the base of her skull, heavy gloves tucked into one of her pockets. While hardly impressive when it came to strength, Poppet was certainly willing to give most things a shot, and was relatively agile at that. And considering that even upon digitigrade legs she was a tad short... well... she was useful. She fit into a lot of small maintenance-use places, and had no qualms about offering to do what she could. After all- this was harldy a free ride. Best to earn her keep until the eggs were ready. And after... she'd either return triumphantly to Tyrra or would move on to the next place she could find.
Pausing for a trip to the washroom she took the time to glance herself in the mirror, expressive ears folding in pleasure. At least her pale fur wasn't smudged with grease today. That had looked terrible. No, there was just the blackened fur about her eyes, the oddly dark pigment of her lips, and the pale grey spotting that dotted her features. Not bad really... Not bad at all.
Once done it was back out into the hall, and on with her walking. Again with the odd wanderlust... she abhorred staying still unless she was doing something. Now what was that from up ahead? Alertly her ears dished forward, pallid tail taking up a faint sway. Ah, the muffled curses of a frustrated mechanic! Maybe she had something to do after all.....
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Asha Wermyst
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A shortish, brown-haired kid sulked along the hall, his hands jammed in his pockets. He muttered under his breath as he went, glaring at anyone who gave him odd looks.
"Glad to be rid of me, huh. Stupid Fin'rl and his stupid brown. Drop me off here just cause they're having a hatching and need candidates..."
Ealen stopped muttering abruptly as the he came to the hatching bay. He glanced in, shrugged, and started to step through the door.
His ears popped warningly and he jumped back, using an animated - but unintelligable - runndell curse. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, then glanced up and noticed a tall mechanic in the bay. "Um...hi?"
"Glad to be rid of me, huh. Stupid Fin'rl and his stupid brown. Drop me off here just cause they're having a hatching and need candidates..."
Ealen stopped muttering abruptly as the he came to the hatching bay. He glanced in, shrugged, and started to step through the door.
His ears popped warningly and he jumped back, using an animated - but unintelligable - runndell curse. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, then glanced up and noticed a tall mechanic in the bay. "Um...hi?"
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GildedLilly
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"Hi."
Pen handed the boy a section of the flooring absently, and crouched over the hole on the side that still had some gravity. "Can you hold this? Thanks. Oh, watch the zeroG pocket there."
She prodded at the mass of wires with one hand, making sure to keep her other far away, to avoid creating circuts as much as possible. Being shocked was something that happed occasionaly, no matter what you did, but she had picked up a couple things to help.
"Ah. These two wires busted, and then the stress overheated and warped this section of the coil, so that threw off the magnetic field here," she muttered, "And then I think that popped these other wires out of the sockets. If I can fix this without needing a whole new section here, I'll be happy."
"'m Pen." she said, remembering her manners. Sort of.
Pen handed the boy a section of the flooring absently, and crouched over the hole on the side that still had some gravity. "Can you hold this? Thanks. Oh, watch the zeroG pocket there."
She prodded at the mass of wires with one hand, making sure to keep her other far away, to avoid creating circuts as much as possible. Being shocked was something that happed occasionaly, no matter what you did, but she had picked up a couple things to help.
"Ah. These two wires busted, and then the stress overheated and warped this section of the coil, so that threw off the magnetic field here," she muttered, "And then I think that popped these other wires out of the sockets. If I can fix this without needing a whole new section here, I'll be happy."
"'m Pen." she said, remembering her manners. Sort of.
Pacing along, Poppet herself would make her way towards the hatching bay, head canting somewhat at the commotion there at the entrance.
"Uhhm... anything I can do to help?" she offered. Now this was one of her flaws... rarely did she get a chance to be social, and thusly she tended to speak somewhat quietly, without meaning to. Where a yell was appropriate, she tended to speak at general room volume, etc.
This aside, she'd paused there in the doorway, tugging idly at the pockets of midnight-blue jumpsuit whilst plume-like tail swayed behind.
"Uhhm... anything I can do to help?" she offered. Now this was one of her flaws... rarely did she get a chance to be social, and thusly she tended to speak somewhat quietly, without meaning to. Where a yell was appropriate, she tended to speak at general room volume, etc.
This aside, she'd paused there in the doorway, tugging idly at the pockets of midnight-blue jumpsuit whilst plume-like tail swayed behind.
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Kesava
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Kal, currently inhabiting his human form, tilted his head to one side and tried to hide the bemused smile on his face.
And failed.
Not that any of the three gathering around the open hole noticed him, tucked away in the shadows, one foot braced on the wall behind him, his dark bronze eyes swinging between the eggs and the three, well, sentients, around the sparking hole.
Curly hair of a mixture of white, blues, and grayish-purple brushed the collar of his suit as he turned his head back to the eggs, the bronze Fitelath hovering over them as usual. The bronze, from Pern, was glaring at him more fiercely than he might an average human being.
But then, Kal was anything but average.
His father, Ti, was a forest guardian (a rare and relatively unheard of species), his mother a magic-being of some sort (he'd never bothered to learn her name). He had been left in the care of his father upon his birth, as Kal had taken after his father more than his mother in that he was able to shift to the four-legged, scaled creature that was his father's base form. Mind, his base form was human, and he had minor magical talents in healing and plant growth, as well as microkinetics, but he was also seasonally inclinced.
Thus why his skin was, at the moment, a pristine white-blue, much like the fall of the first snow. Spring and summer he had to contend with green skin, fall with a reddish-brown, and his hair tended to follow suit. Much to his continued delight - or not.
When Fitelath raised his head and growled, deep in his throat, Kal forgot momentarily about the other three and glared at the bronze. "Get over it," he growled right back, wondering what on Alskyr had possessed him to volunteer to stand for the clutch.
Not that he actually expected anything would come of it....
[don't have a page up for him, but after receiving Ti from the October Exchange, it got my cranks turning....anyway, he will have a page and story up....eventually....]
And failed.
Not that any of the three gathering around the open hole noticed him, tucked away in the shadows, one foot braced on the wall behind him, his dark bronze eyes swinging between the eggs and the three, well, sentients, around the sparking hole.
Curly hair of a mixture of white, blues, and grayish-purple brushed the collar of his suit as he turned his head back to the eggs, the bronze Fitelath hovering over them as usual. The bronze, from Pern, was glaring at him more fiercely than he might an average human being.
But then, Kal was anything but average.
His father, Ti, was a forest guardian (a rare and relatively unheard of species), his mother a magic-being of some sort (he'd never bothered to learn her name). He had been left in the care of his father upon his birth, as Kal had taken after his father more than his mother in that he was able to shift to the four-legged, scaled creature that was his father's base form. Mind, his base form was human, and he had minor magical talents in healing and plant growth, as well as microkinetics, but he was also seasonally inclinced.
Thus why his skin was, at the moment, a pristine white-blue, much like the fall of the first snow. Spring and summer he had to contend with green skin, fall with a reddish-brown, and his hair tended to follow suit. Much to his continued delight - or not.
When Fitelath raised his head and growled, deep in his throat, Kal forgot momentarily about the other three and glared at the bronze. "Get over it," he growled right back, wondering what on Alskyr had possessed him to volunteer to stand for the clutch.
Not that he actually expected anything would come of it....
[don't have a page up for him, but after receiving Ti from the October Exchange, it got my cranks turning....anyway, he will have a page and story up....eventually....]
~Kes~
Pausing at her attempt to make some use of herself, Poppet dished either furred ear, looking first in doubt to the bronze... the apparently unhappy bronze at that. Gaze of ice-like colorless blue then travelled across... to the first one she'd seen as pale as herself. Of course, he wasn't feline. A shame, but then again... how often did she meet a male of her type?
"Uhm.... hello?" she offered to the dark corner, ears pinning as she did so and tail giving a sway. Still her voice seemed subdued, lower in volume than most.
"Uhm.... hello?" she offered to the dark corner, ears pinning as she did so and tail giving a sway. Still her voice seemed subdued, lower in volume than most.
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Kesava
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Kal winced as the bronze swung his eyes in another direction, his piercing glare followed shortly by a rather timid, "Uhm....hello?"
Looking up at the ceiling, Kal weighed his options.
Face the others.
Exchange glares with a dragon.
Face the others.
Exchange glares with a dragon.
With a sigh, he let his booted foot drop to the ground with a dull thud, just to irritate the annoying, glaring bronze, and he turned to the three, only one of whom was looking in his direction.
One who was as pale as he, but covered with what looked like fur.
Shrugging, he turned slowly, his eyes taking in all three of the sentients, the hall, the exits and entrances. He didn't move any closer to them, as his solidly built, 6'9" frame enough to intimidate even the most level-headed of individuals, but with his bronze eyes fixed upon the feline-looking female, it left little doubt as to the fact she had his attention.
"Hello." He offered back, in a deep, smooth bass, adding a small, half-smile that flashed a dimple in his left cheek.
Looking up at the ceiling, Kal weighed his options.
Face the others.
Exchange glares with a dragon.
Face the others.
Exchange glares with a dragon.
With a sigh, he let his booted foot drop to the ground with a dull thud, just to irritate the annoying, glaring bronze, and he turned to the three, only one of whom was looking in his direction.
One who was as pale as he, but covered with what looked like fur.
Shrugging, he turned slowly, his eyes taking in all three of the sentients, the hall, the exits and entrances. He didn't move any closer to them, as his solidly built, 6'9" frame enough to intimidate even the most level-headed of individuals, but with his bronze eyes fixed upon the feline-looking female, it left little doubt as to the fact she had his attention.
"Hello." He offered back, in a deep, smooth bass, adding a small, half-smile that flashed a dimple in his left cheek.
~Kes~
Whilst familiar with exchanging pleasantries with those who showed an interest in herself, Poppet had woefully little experience in dealing with those that simply rang inside her head as 'attractive'. Okay... so the dead-white look put him a step closer to her, metaphorically. His height... well... seeing as she was actually a tad on the small side, it certainly had an effect. Attentive ears pinned rather abruptly as he drew himself up, equally expressive tail falling still.
A soft "Uhhhhh..." was about all she could manage until he decided to reply, though the pleasant deep ring to his voice served as an encouragement where his height had intimidated before. That, and the flirty grin set her into a state of something like confusion.
"Are you... here for the hatching?" she'll finally manage. "I don't think I've seen you before." Not necessarily that she should have then again, where she was of the opinion that she'd met many, she'd infact only come to know perhaps a handful of those others on the ship.
A soft "Uhhhhh..." was about all she could manage until he decided to reply, though the pleasant deep ring to his voice served as an encouragement where his height had intimidated before. That, and the flirty grin set her into a state of something like confusion.
"Are you... here for the hatching?" she'll finally manage. "I don't think I've seen you before." Not necessarily that she should have then again, where she was of the opinion that she'd met many, she'd infact only come to know perhaps a handful of those others on the ship.
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Kesava
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Unsurprisingly, the feline-female reacted with the typical withdrawl when she took in his actual, impressive height, her ears pinning to an attractively petite head, her swishing tail coming to an abrupt and sudden halt.
He had to struggle to keep the friendly, open expression on his face.
Opposite to what he expected - flight in the opposite direction - she seemed to recover, and even stammered out a question after a barely audible, dumb-struck pause.
During which she was probably considering the exits, as he always did when approaching another being.
Still, the slightly befuddled look on her face made him smile again, and, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed harmlessly about his chest, Kal tilted his head as he considered his answer (not realizing, of course, that crossing his arms showed off the lovely bicep muscles he'd inherited via his father).
"I, well," he stopped and rubbed his jaw, a habit when he was feeling embarassed or uncertain. "I've been keeping out of the way," he finally settled, his warm voice deepening in amusement "but yeah, I'm here for the hatching."
Wow. That was more than he'd said to anyone in a long time.
Kal preferred monosyllabic replies. Short and sweet, just like his name.
"And yourself? Here for the hatching? You couldn't possibly be here for the company," he shot more loudly, turning to glare at the bronze, who was still watching them, before flashing another smile.
He had to struggle to keep the friendly, open expression on his face.
Opposite to what he expected - flight in the opposite direction - she seemed to recover, and even stammered out a question after a barely audible, dumb-struck pause.
During which she was probably considering the exits, as he always did when approaching another being.
Still, the slightly befuddled look on her face made him smile again, and, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed harmlessly about his chest, Kal tilted his head as he considered his answer (not realizing, of course, that crossing his arms showed off the lovely bicep muscles he'd inherited via his father).
"I, well," he stopped and rubbed his jaw, a habit when he was feeling embarassed or uncertain. "I've been keeping out of the way," he finally settled, his warm voice deepening in amusement "but yeah, I'm here for the hatching."
Wow. That was more than he'd said to anyone in a long time.
Kal preferred monosyllabic replies. Short and sweet, just like his name.
"And yourself? Here for the hatching? You couldn't possibly be here for the company," he shot more loudly, turning to glare at the bronze, who was still watching them, before flashing another smile.
~Kes~
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GildedLilly
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Pen didn't even bother to look at the man. Or the feline, for that matter. She had a problem to fix, and the head of supplies had just told her that she couldn't have another coil unless the malfunction would actually be harming either the ship or any of the people on it. Pen hated him with a passion. Always making everything harder than it needed to be. The only way to repair the coil itself would be to wield it together, and they just didn't have the technology onboard. Funny, that. On what basicly amounts to a flying technologic advancement, they didn't have a way to heat up metal hot enough to bend. They had that, what, millennia ago.
Unless... She looked up at the bronze, a cold glint in her eye.
"Can anybody TALK to that th- him?"
Unless... She looked up at the bronze, a cold glint in her eye.
"Can anybody TALK to that th- him?"
Penelope's odd question drew only a blank. Were this little feline able to communicate with dragons, she'd yet to discover such an ability. and she'd say as much, offering a helpless shrug that was of little use as far as being constructive. Realizing her own inability to do much at the current time, she'd turn about and back away from the two and all the zappy wires, hardly wanting to be responsible for crowding them.
That- and there was that enormous guy looming in the corner to chat at. Alright... maybe not chat. People his size probably didn't 'chat' as it were.
"Yeh... here for a bit of travel. And for the hatching. Mum's always encouraged me to do as she does, after all." she'd murmer. She didn't go into further detail, not do to some inward need for secrecy so much as it being 'common knowledge' in her mind. Where she came from her mother was a renowned traveller, having years of experience in transporting herself from world to world only to return with a small menanjerie of friendly beasts each time she did so. An odd form of 'family business' to live up to maybe.... but if the dragonets were less agressive than that glowering bronze she'd begin to think the trip worth the trouble.
As she sunk into a mute line of thought those crystalline eyes swayed back towards the bronze, the cant of her ears and flicker of furred tail-tip hint enough that she'd run off on a line of thought. A shame she didn't realize just how expressive she was. She'd never do well at games of chance and had always been a poor liar. She was simply too easy to read for any of it to work.
"The company's not bad...." she'd protest finally, glancing to her humanoid companions rather than the dragon... clearly mistaking his intentions. "They've been giving me things to do so I don't get bored..."
That- and there was that enormous guy looming in the corner to chat at. Alright... maybe not chat. People his size probably didn't 'chat' as it were.
"Yeh... here for a bit of travel. And for the hatching. Mum's always encouraged me to do as she does, after all." she'd murmer. She didn't go into further detail, not do to some inward need for secrecy so much as it being 'common knowledge' in her mind. Where she came from her mother was a renowned traveller, having years of experience in transporting herself from world to world only to return with a small menanjerie of friendly beasts each time she did so. An odd form of 'family business' to live up to maybe.... but if the dragonets were less agressive than that glowering bronze she'd begin to think the trip worth the trouble.
As she sunk into a mute line of thought those crystalline eyes swayed back towards the bronze, the cant of her ears and flicker of furred tail-tip hint enough that she'd run off on a line of thought. A shame she didn't realize just how expressive she was. She'd never do well at games of chance and had always been a poor liar. She was simply too easy to read for any of it to work.
"The company's not bad...." she'd protest finally, glancing to her humanoid companions rather than the dragon... clearly mistaking his intentions. "They've been giving me things to do so I don't get bored..."
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Kesava
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Turning to the mechanic when she asked her question, Kal was surprised she didn't know that dragons could hear, well, anyone. Then again, they may not have grown up around dragons like he had, so who was to say what they did or didn't know.
"Anyone can talk to him," Kal reluctantly confessed, before shrugging. "Though why anyone would want to is beyond me. And whether or not you can understand him, or if he'll let you, also comes into play."
And that taken care of, as she didn't seem overly inclined to polite conversation, Kal turned his eyes back to the feline, whose tail was swishing lightly from side to side again. She misinterpreted his question on company, and once again, Kal was glad the other two seemed to be occupied with something other than listening in on their conversation.
"This is a long way to come for a bit of travel," he mused, before adding a wry, "but if your mother was encouraging it...." He shook his head, for he knew well the feeling, his own father having all but volunteered him for this hatching.
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Kal wondered if that would be the end of their conversation, the feline - whose name he still hadn't caught, he realized - deciding she'd mayhap prefer more, uh, familiar company. "I'm Kal," he added belatedly, giving a sheepish grin and a shrug of his massive shoulders as if to apologize for the lack of foresight.
Not that people usually stuck around long enough to bother learning his name.
"Anyone can talk to him," Kal reluctantly confessed, before shrugging. "Though why anyone would want to is beyond me. And whether or not you can understand him, or if he'll let you, also comes into play."
And that taken care of, as she didn't seem overly inclined to polite conversation, Kal turned his eyes back to the feline, whose tail was swishing lightly from side to side again. She misinterpreted his question on company, and once again, Kal was glad the other two seemed to be occupied with something other than listening in on their conversation.
"This is a long way to come for a bit of travel," he mused, before adding a wry, "but if your mother was encouraging it...." He shook his head, for he knew well the feeling, his own father having all but volunteered him for this hatching.
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Kal wondered if that would be the end of their conversation, the feline - whose name he still hadn't caught, he realized - deciding she'd mayhap prefer more, uh, familiar company. "I'm Kal," he added belatedly, giving a sheepish grin and a shrug of his massive shoulders as if to apologize for the lack of foresight.
Not that people usually stuck around long enough to bother learning his name.
~Kes~
Whilst perhaps not too terribly social herself, was by nature at least a bit curious. Brightly does she smile too, once the stranger reveals his name. Her plume of a tail all but danced, not wagging as a canid's might so much as writhing and twining about slowly behind her knees.
"Kal." she repeats, to be sure she has the rights of it. "I am called Poppet." It was a silly name really, more a term of affection towards the littles than a proper name.
"Kal." she repeats, to be sure she has the rights of it. "I am called Poppet." It was a silly name really, more a term of affection towards the littles than a proper name.
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GildedLilly
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"Oh? But- would he listen?"
Pen felt silly, but she stood up and waved the two broken bits in the air. "HEY! Mister dragon! Can you fix this?"
Wait... That wouldn't work. Didn't they need some sort of rock to eat to make flame, anyways? And how would she hold it? She shook her head. It was a stupid idea anyways. Might be nice to have the dragon do something usefull instead of just hanging around and nearly crush the eggs every once in a while.
Pen set the two bits aside, and set about fixing the wires so that it was only that panel that wasn't working, not the whole row. Let's see... the current would be smothed out here and here, so she had to route the power through both, or there would be a danger of harming yet another panel. Right.
"Nice t' meet you. Stand here, and make sure that doesn't do something funny when I restore power."
Pen felt silly, but she stood up and waved the two broken bits in the air. "HEY! Mister dragon! Can you fix this?"
Wait... That wouldn't work. Didn't they need some sort of rock to eat to make flame, anyways? And how would she hold it? She shook her head. It was a stupid idea anyways. Might be nice to have the dragon do something usefull instead of just hanging around and nearly crush the eggs every once in a while.
Pen set the two bits aside, and set about fixing the wires so that it was only that panel that wasn't working, not the whole row. Let's see... the current would be smothed out here and here, so she had to route the power through both, or there would be a danger of harming yet another panel. Right.
"Nice t' meet you. Stand here, and make sure that doesn't do something funny when I restore power."
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Asha Wermyst
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Kesava
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"Poppet," Kal repeated, unable to stop himself from repeating what would normally be classified as a term of endearment. Still, it fit the feline, though he couldn't say why.
The mechanic attempted yelling at Fitelath, and Kal resisted the urge to roll his eyes, just imagining the glare the bronze was giving her for such an affront to his macho bronze-aura.
"He's not going to respond well to yelling," Kal warned, daring a look over his shoulder and glaring right back again.
So maybe he had a little problem with authority figures.
So?
"Look, Poppet," his mouth twitched at the name, and his eyes brightened in amusement, "you want to find somewhere to sit down?"
And then maybe he wouldn't feel like he was towering over everyone.
"Poppet," Kal repeated, unable to stop himself from repeating what would normally be classified as a term of endearment. Still, it fit the feline, though he couldn't say why.
The mechanic attempted yelling at Fitelath, and Kal resisted the urge to roll his eyes, just imagining the glare the bronze was giving her for such an affront to his macho bronze-aura.
"He's not going to respond well to yelling," Kal warned, daring a look over his shoulder and glaring right back again.
So maybe he had a little problem with authority figures.
So?
"Look, Poppet," his mouth twitched at the name, and his eyes brightened in amusement, "you want to find somewhere to sit down?"
And then maybe he wouldn't feel like he was towering over everyone.
~Kes~
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Samber
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Blasted comm tab... "Sasa! I thought you said Locke was in the bay."
"He was, I swear! Just a minute..."
"Well?"
"He... is. I'm not sure, but I think he's hiding. Or something."
"Hiding? Why?"
"Yeah, see, you're in the doorway, right? He's on the other side of Fitelath. And on your side..."
Samber looked. "Ah." Girls.
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Locke didn't mind girls. Really, he didn't. In fact, he quite liked them. But they tended to come with boyfriends, which made things difficult, and the one's that didn't tended to be rather... aggressive? Pouncing on him, calling him "Fwuffy", playing with his ears...
It was quite annoying, and so he'd hidden the moment the technician entered the bay. Fitelath said that he didn't mind hiding him, and so far the big bronze had been doing quite a good job, moving about a bit and looking menacing. The tricky bit was keeping the nervous beast from taking the act too far, and Locke had to keep telling him to take deep breaths and think peaceful thoughts. I'm not a guidance counselor, dangit!
Yes, I know. You friend is here.
Who? The gryphon glanced around the bronze's leg. Oh. wonderful. Now he'd be letured on Proper Ettiquette Towards Guests.
Samber did not look happy.
"LOCKE!"
"He was, I swear! Just a minute..."
"Well?"
"He... is. I'm not sure, but I think he's hiding. Or something."
"Hiding? Why?"
"Yeah, see, you're in the doorway, right? He's on the other side of Fitelath. And on your side..."
Samber looked. "Ah." Girls.
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Locke didn't mind girls. Really, he didn't. In fact, he quite liked them. But they tended to come with boyfriends, which made things difficult, and the one's that didn't tended to be rather... aggressive? Pouncing on him, calling him "Fwuffy", playing with his ears...
It was quite annoying, and so he'd hidden the moment the technician entered the bay. Fitelath said that he didn't mind hiding him, and so far the big bronze had been doing quite a good job, moving about a bit and looking menacing. The tricky bit was keeping the nervous beast from taking the act too far, and Locke had to keep telling him to take deep breaths and think peaceful thoughts. I'm not a guidance counselor, dangit!
Yes, I know. You friend is here.
Who? The gryphon glanced around the bronze's leg. Oh. wonderful. Now he'd be letured on Proper Ettiquette Towards Guests.
Samber did not look happy.
"LOCKE!"
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Quite suddenly, possibly in an attempt to get some attention, one of the eggs nearest the big bronze exploded violently, causing Samber, the candidates, and Locke to duck the flying eggshards. When the dust settled, a small, fiery-bronzeish dragonet could be seen, sitting smugly among the eggs.
He didn't seem to feel like moving, even when Fitelath poked at him with a paw and remarked that these children would most likely all be this good-looking, being his and all.
He didn't seem to feel like moving, even when Fitelath poked at him with a paw and remarked that these children would most likely all be this good-looking, being his and all.
Poppet brightly smiled at the offer, her attention tugged away from the chaos about the hatching bay. Brightly her eyes glimmered as she parted her lips to respond, only to duck reflexively at the loud cracking sound, as well as the clinking as egg shards flew every which way.
"What was that?!" she asked in a tense fashion, her tail bristling to easily twice it's normal size before coiling protectively over her hips and about her waist. Ears flatly pinned for a few moments before rising again, swiveling alertly about.
Clearly- Poppet had never seen a hatching.
With a few cautious steps she'd move to the entrance, a hand thoughtlessly rising to press over her lips. That... was that? "Is that a dragon?" she asked. Alright- so it was a stupid question. Then again for all the births she'd attended, never had one been so massive as a dragon. It was downright explosive! Let's all just pray she had the good sense not to offend the dragons once she got inside.....
Thankfully though before that happened the other two would like as not have to shift....
"What was that?!" she asked in a tense fashion, her tail bristling to easily twice it's normal size before coiling protectively over her hips and about her waist. Ears flatly pinned for a few moments before rising again, swiveling alertly about.
Clearly- Poppet had never seen a hatching.
With a few cautious steps she'd move to the entrance, a hand thoughtlessly rising to press over her lips. That... was that? "Is that a dragon?" she asked. Alright- so it was a stupid question. Then again for all the births she'd attended, never had one been so massive as a dragon. It was downright explosive! Let's all just pray she had the good sense not to offend the dragons once she got inside.....
Thankfully though before that happened the other two would like as not have to shift....
Zackery frowned, glancing down at her hip where the beetle-like beeper blinked at her with it's one, lazy red eye. Unlike earlier, where it had been vibrating like nobody's business, it was disturbingly calm. She wrinkled her nose, her ears pressing flat against her skull. She wished there had been no need for the blasted device, but she was so often out of contact range that the higher ups had all but embedded the beeper on her.
And right now it was alerting her to a change in the 'Godzilla Bay'. (At least Zackery thought of it as the Godzilla Bay. After having a run in with a particularily kitchy vid file of a movie by that name from the memory banks of a small place on the planet formerly known as 'Earth', she'd been unable to shake the feeling that things were going to come shooting out of those eggs... HUngry.)
Still, it was to her surprise that the large Bronze father was looming over what once was an egg - with a small, brightly colored dragonet near him.
Zack was speechless. Which for a six foot tall digitgrade felinesque space traveler, was pretty astounding in itself.
And the darn beeper went off again.
And right now it was alerting her to a change in the 'Godzilla Bay'. (At least Zackery thought of it as the Godzilla Bay. After having a run in with a particularily kitchy vid file of a movie by that name from the memory banks of a small place on the planet formerly known as 'Earth', she'd been unable to shake the feeling that things were going to come shooting out of those eggs... HUngry.)
Still, it was to her surprise that the large Bronze father was looming over what once was an egg - with a small, brightly colored dragonet near him.
Zack was speechless. Which for a six foot tall digitgrade felinesque space traveler, was pretty astounding in itself.
And the darn beeper went off again.
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Kesava
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Knowing what was happening on the sands, Kal shot the exploding egg only a quick look before turning back to Poppet.
Who was looking much more amusing than the hatchling at that point.
Her fur was standing pretty much on end, bristling protectively, though her ears were quick to recover and swiveled alertly.
And he couldn't help but laugh when she asked if it was a dragon, his deep, rolling laugh echoing in the tight quarters.
"Yeah, that's a dragon," he confirmed, turning to stare at.....
Well damn.
One of the oddest looking dragonets he'd ever seen, with odd wings, a variety of colours, and bright, intelligent purple-blue eyes.
Now, Kal thought to himself, if only the little beast inherited more of it's mothers tendencies than it's fathers, all might be well.
Who was looking much more amusing than the hatchling at that point.
Her fur was standing pretty much on end, bristling protectively, though her ears were quick to recover and swiveled alertly.
And he couldn't help but laugh when she asked if it was a dragon, his deep, rolling laugh echoing in the tight quarters.
"Yeah, that's a dragon," he confirmed, turning to stare at.....
Well damn.
One of the oddest looking dragonets he'd ever seen, with odd wings, a variety of colours, and bright, intelligent purple-blue eyes.
Now, Kal thought to himself, if only the little beast inherited more of it's mothers tendencies than it's fathers, all might be well.
~Kes~
(( hope this is all right. XP ))
There was a wolf on board the station.
He had creamy fur mottled with shades of copper and white, and he was large for a quadruped of his type. Unusual eyes, one violet and the other dark blue, danced where they were set in his head. He had a muscular yet lithe build, and seemed to be smiling.
Ducking behind a corner while a couple of humans strode by, chatting amongst themselves, he stayed out of view for a moment. About six seconds later, a handsome-looking man emerged from where the wolf had entered. He looked up with icy blue and violet eyes, and began to follow the people down the corridor. His hair was a shade of creamy blonde, shot through with copper and shimmering white.
Anyone following behind him could see the long, awkwardly bushy tail extending from his backside. The young man was fully clothed, of course, but he still seemed odd to most.
His eyes turned on a door that opened into a bay of some sort. One step inside revealed the fact that sand was spread across the floor, and the gravity was reduced quite a bit. The greatest thing that he noticed about what was inside was a great bronze dragon, a creature familiar to him. This particular bronze snarled warily at him as he tried to approach.
He'd been just in time to see that a fiery-coloured dragonet had broken shell and was now curled up amidst the eggs. This astounded him - although he wasn't quite sure why he'd been sent here, he had a feeling that these eggs had something to do with it.
He turned to one of the other spectators, who were marvelling over the dragonet as well.
"Hello," he said in greeting. If he was going to be here, he may as well meet some other... beings.
There was a wolf on board the station.
He had creamy fur mottled with shades of copper and white, and he was large for a quadruped of his type. Unusual eyes, one violet and the other dark blue, danced where they were set in his head. He had a muscular yet lithe build, and seemed to be smiling.
Ducking behind a corner while a couple of humans strode by, chatting amongst themselves, he stayed out of view for a moment. About six seconds later, a handsome-looking man emerged from where the wolf had entered. He looked up with icy blue and violet eyes, and began to follow the people down the corridor. His hair was a shade of creamy blonde, shot through with copper and shimmering white.
Anyone following behind him could see the long, awkwardly bushy tail extending from his backside. The young man was fully clothed, of course, but he still seemed odd to most.
His eyes turned on a door that opened into a bay of some sort. One step inside revealed the fact that sand was spread across the floor, and the gravity was reduced quite a bit. The greatest thing that he noticed about what was inside was a great bronze dragon, a creature familiar to him. This particular bronze snarled warily at him as he tried to approach.
He'd been just in time to see that a fiery-coloured dragonet had broken shell and was now curled up amidst the eggs. This astounded him - although he wasn't quite sure why he'd been sent here, he had a feeling that these eggs had something to do with it.
He turned to one of the other spectators, who were marvelling over the dragonet as well.
"Hello," he said in greeting. If he was going to be here, he may as well meet some other... beings.
Molly
Meridian Weyr | Caer Nova | Perigee Castle | Starfall Dragonry
Meridian Weyr | Caer Nova | Perigee Castle | Starfall Dragonry
Faintly the feline colored... though her pallid fur hid most of her blush. He'd laughed at her! It hadn't been a mean laugh perhaps, but it was embarrassing nontheless. Now- she couldn't exactly 'stand on her toes' as she did that at constant. Rather- she'd stretch out her customarily bent joints, making her legs a bit longer so that she could peer into the bay.
"D'you think the parents will mind if we go in?" she asked somewhat whistfully, being at a loss. "And... shouldn't it be moving, or something?" Most egg born creatures in her experience came out flailing and loudly demanding food in reward for the effort of escaping their spherical prisons. Perhaps these were different?
"D'you think the parents will mind if we go in?" she asked somewhat whistfully, being at a loss. "And... shouldn't it be moving, or something?" Most egg born creatures in her experience came out flailing and loudly demanding food in reward for the effort of escaping their spherical prisons. Perhaps these were different?
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Kesava
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Kal eyed the hatchling, who seemed quite content to stay where he was, and shrugged. As if he knew what was supposed to happen from there on out.
"You'd be better off asking her what to do now," he murmured to Poppet, nodding toward Samber, who stood only a few feet from them.
If it was even a male.
Which, Kal thought slowly, it very well seemed to be.
He himself, well, he was quite content to keep his distance from the cranky bronze, who could rot in space for all he cared at that moment.
Which was why he was more than happy to turn to the newcomer when he arrived.
"Hey," he said in greeting, nodding toward the rocking eggs. "You're just in time."
"You'd be better off asking her what to do now," he murmured to Poppet, nodding toward Samber, who stood only a few feet from them.
If it was even a male.
Which, Kal thought slowly, it very well seemed to be.
He himself, well, he was quite content to keep his distance from the cranky bronze, who could rot in space for all he cared at that moment.
Which was why he was more than happy to turn to the newcomer when he arrived.
"Hey," he said in greeting, nodding toward the rocking eggs. "You're just in time."
~Kes~