Luke Castellan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeshares) wrote2015-07-25 04:42 pm
timeshares) wrote2015-07-25 04:42 pm[Sandboxing/Voice testing/Thread continuations]
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timeshares) wrote2015-07-25 04:42 pm
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[Recruit it now, figure out what it is later... ... feed the damn dragon. As far as plans go...]
You can... but there will be some ground rules...
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... you know what. Lets just leave it as, if I give you an order that is for your safety and well being, follow it.
[He picks up some of the tragically cooling pizza boxes.]
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Whatever makes you happy, man.
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It might be the way he seems to break open a lock simply by waving at it, gaining entrance to a dockyard.
It might be the strange women with snake coils for legs, the slavering, huge beastly dogs, the giants guarding the way... who all snap to attention and salute... with a few curious (and occasionally hungry glances at the turtle.)
Though the key probably is, actually, the figurehead on the ship... a woman who looks carved into a state of complete and utter terror.]
Chris.. good work, I've had a detour but no need to worry. Give Little Caesar's a call for me.
[With a wave, the .. notably human looking warrior darts for a phone box... and Luke glances back at the turtle, and gestures to the gangplank.]
He's in the hold.
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Trust me, we're the ones doing the right things in this war.
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[gestures at the figurehead[
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She was saved by a demigod named - well, the name doesn't matter.
The kingdom was forgiven anyway, as the whole farce amused the gods.
[All of this is spoken casually, but with the air of fact, as if this HAPPENED. He starts walking towards the gangplank, taking one slice of pizza out and throwing it to one of the hellhounds looking a little TOO hungrily at Mickey. It's snapped out of the air.]
It's a good reminder about the nature of the gods.
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What?
[its like you didn't even say anything at all, Luke]
1/2
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[he is like a small child. this is what you have brought to your totally safe ship, luke]
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This way.
[Target dummies sit near the pool on the cruise ship, and armories are in plain sight. Monsters bow as Luke passes, sniffing at the turtle in his wake.
... Below is...
... perhaps not the dragon you were expecting.
Sitting on a squat, elephantine body, ten snake-like heads seems to have sprouted from it's monstrously thick neck. The breath is fetid, disgusting past imagining, or at the very least, a middle school boy's locker room.]
Here...
[Luke's ... confidence flags at the doorway, watching the movement of all of the heads carefully.]
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I guess with ten heads he has plenty of company though?
[The smell is gross and that creeping feeling of something not being right is only getting worse instead of going away like Mikey hoped. But then he smiles because he doesn't wanna be MEAN to the dragon]
Hey, big guy.
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... Keeping him wasn't my idea at all.
[He moves forward, and all 10 heads focus on him with predatory interest. Most of them hiss, rearing back for a strike...
Luke opens the pizza boxes and throws it at the dragon's feet.
The ten heads snap at each other a fet times, vying for dominance and the Hawaiian box... before chowing down.]
Food first, talking to him will be way less dangerous.
... Though I doubt he'll say much.
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I can't trust him to take orders. And not kill people. You know, little things I'm supposed to be handling.
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...hmm]
Alligators are kinda like dragons, right?
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