Mictlan93

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Well, my parents were Army, though my mom's never really much of a storyteller when it comes to it. The most I get out of her army past is through the pictures she took and the usual comments about the shite food.

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"Uhhh, yeah? It is your fault. It's ALL your fault. This situation you got us in right now is completely your doing." Quincy's expression couldn't help but curl into one of confusion and disbelief. "What's this guy going on about? Hatred? Monsters?" He squinted a bit as he tried to figure Axon out. He was ready to give the boy another piece of his mind, until Oberon entered the scene, saying essentially everything he was going to say himself. "Yes! Thank you, Oberon! I'm not going crazy here!" He addressed the armor-clad rider. "It's not just me thinking he really handled the situation the wrong way." He added. "I mean, couldn't he have just, approached us? I'm failing to understand why he thought he needed to be a sneak." He sounded smart for once. It was a rare occasion.

...Like, what are we going to do with you?" Oberon stared the kid down, yet seemed to calm. Quincy crossed his arms once more. "Let's keep him with us." Quincy piped up, surprisingly. "He said he wanted to prove himself for whatever reason, so let's have him help. After all, why would we turn down someone who just wants to help us save our home?" Quincy shrugged. Then, he gave his own staredown to the dingy kid, but with this time with less of a furrowed brow.

"I dunno why you call yourselves monsters. I dunno why you think i'm supposed to hate you (other than, y'know, the nut kicking thing). Dude, I don't even know who you are. But, if anything, if you really felt the need to defy those feelings, now would be the best time to do it, yeah?" He smirked.

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"...To prove we can be good too. Maybe then somebody will like us then." Quincy couldn't help but loudly scoff at the claim. Usually, in the presence of Anara, he would've held off on such frivolous actions. But, given the context of the encounter, his mouth moved faster than his brain. "So kicking dudes in the nuts is your definition of good? Your views on morality are absurdly skewed, kiddo." Quincy quickly shot back, still obviously heated about the nutshot situation.

Quincy couldn't help but roll his eyes and cross his arms as Axon continued. The spontaneous emotion the boy displayed really seemed artificial to him. Granted, he knew nothing about Axon's upbringing or background. But as it currently stood, to Quincy, it seemed the boy was doing nothing but showcasing some terribly accurate crocodile tears. Even so, he kept quiet and waited for anyone else to weigh in on the situation. Even if he could prove to be a great help to the cause, Quincy felt he didn't give himself the best introduction.

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@FrozenPhoenix Ahh, okay, you did. Apologies, I overlooked that.

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@FrozenPhoenix

When Axon said "boy" that was aimed at his dragon, not your character. He'd be looking at Razeth and not Quincy. Not saying to retcon anything, just that's how it was intended. Thing is, perception is a beautiful thing, so maybe he did think it was meant to be aimed at him.

@FrozenPhoenix

Ah, yeah, I see what you mean, reading it again a few more times. Good thing Quincy's self-centered (and didn't say it out loud)!

Axon was wrapped on the raised neck of a dragon the size of a small house, so I doubt he could reach that high.

@FrozenPhoenix

Was this detail in any of the posts? Exactly like this? I assumed they were separated in some way, if only because of that licking scene.

And also I'd like to think I could at least have the chance to resist if he could lay hands on him.

@FrozenPhoenix

And, you did! Quincy is now humiliated! If there was god-modding in play here, Quincy would've done something like: easily block the attack, say some sort of quip, then flip Axon instead of getting flipped by him. For the moment, I don't think there's any god-modding afoot.

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Naturally, the situation grew tense. The kid's dragon went into action mode. And, of course, so did Alejandra. Her slender body arcing upwards, the frills and fins on her face puffing out and trembling as she stood. The black dragon hissed, and she hissed back. One would definitely have to get through the other in order to get to their respective riders. Fortunately, it never reached that point, as Sarge quicked entered the scene.

"Odell, put the man down," She sounded more bothered than outright upset. And, true to her commands, he was prepared to relinquish the kid from his grasps...that was, of course, until he received a sharp knee to the nards. "Yipe-!" He couldn't do much but squeal until he was abruptly hip tossed away, rolling to a stop at Anara's feet.

"R-really man, really? I was literally getting ready to let you go, ugh..." He groaned and coughed and cupped his family jewels. He might've been mostly fine, but his pride was in critical condition. Alejandra dropped from her action stance to quickly rush to his aide. She made a slow glance in the wild boy's direction, delivering a riling snarl of defense for injuring her companion.

To the best of her ability, she helped Quincy to his feet, keeping her eyes glued on the newfound troublemakers. He turned to address his superior as he stood. "With all due respect, ma'am, who or what is a Razeth?" It was pretty clear she was making mention of the black mystery dragon just then. Even so, the boy's particular name didn't ring any bells in Quincy's mind. "Axon Sarai...? Never heard of 'im."

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"Boy? I mean, I know I got a bit of a baby face, but I don't think I look that young-" Quincy shook away the thought, brushing away such distractions for the time being. Instead, as the kid brushed past him to join in on the dragon cuddle puddle (which, indeed, looked tons of fun), Quincy opted on taking the boy's place in the brush. "Now, what were you two doing over here...?" He mumbled, examining the crushed bushes, and broken branches. Deep scratches in a nearby tree would have him believe that the two might taken some solace in the canopy.

A quick scramble up the trunk, and Quincy came to rest on a particularly sturdy branch. He gave a brief glance down, and could still put eyes on dragons frolicking around. "So what were you doing out here...?" He thought of the mystery rider, eyes wandering about the place. Then, something caught his eye. Just beyond the leaves, he could notice the faint flicker of a fire. "Did this guy come with others?" Pushing through the leaves, he could list better details of the scene. A suit of armor resting against a Black Knight, a covered individual ready to leave the area, a tailless Whiptail near his pipe-smoking rider. Quincy's eyes widened in alert.

"This guy wasn't watching his group, he was watching OURS!" He leaped from the tree with such a revelation. "Playtime's over, kiddo!" He snatched the guy out of the dragonpile, shoving him up against a tree trunk. "You spying on us, son? Who sent you?" He interrogated through gritted teeth before calling out towards the campsite. "HEY GUYS! SARGE! WE'S GOT A SPY OVER HERE!" Quincy yelled.

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I was planning on having Quincy be a bit of a potty mouth, so I personally don't mind.

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Wonderful! Nothing like a little misunderstanding to get the ball rolling.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Quincy gave his thanks as Cabhan began on a campfire. He figured he could stick his clothes by the flame once it got going, then pat the sand out of the garments to avoid getting any of it in his bag. Just as he began to lay back in the grass, he couldn't help but notice the Flitwit skulking off. Definitely looked like the dragon caught scent of something. "'Ey Cab, your dragon's wandering off." Quincy mentioned, only for Alejandra to perk up as well. She looked about the landscape, sniffing at the air. "Allie? You caught something too?" He queried, raising an eyebrow.

One dragon catching a scent could easily be played off. But once that number rises, it's anything but a coincidence. Allie was always a curious soul, but it put Quincy on alert. "Go on girl, track that scent." He rose to his feet, as the Sea Drake began off. "Imma check this out." He told those inhabiting the site, taking up his sack and brandishing one of his spears.

Quincy was slow and careful, cunning and meticulous. Attempting to keep quiet as he moved through the brush. Alejandra, on the other hand, was loud and careless, and more interested in seeing where this scent led more than anything. Quincy may've been bringing up the rear, but upon hearing the loud sounds of branches cracking and breaking, leaves rustling, and playful dragon noises, he knew they weren't too far off.

Alejandra noticed the Flitwit first, and did nothing more than want to join in on the fun. As Quincy began to up his pace, he noticed what the two might've stumbled upon. A black dragon, covered in spikes, playing with who he could only assume was his rider. Always one to disrupt a situation, Quincy loudly cleared his throat as he approached.

"...Am I interrupting something? I'll come back later, if you want." He said with a smirk and a hint of smug, internally reveling in the fact that he got the drop on someone. He had to think, the situation must've looked a little weird. What, with Quincy staring a dude down in nothing but his backpack and undergarments.