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Post by Talon on Sept 11, 2008 21:50:13 GMT -5
A bulky brown shape slithered out of the trees, a long tail trailing behind it, and a pair of scrawny, undersized wings on his back. He was covered in varying shades of brown scales, lightening on the front of his neck and underbelly. Five horns adorned the back of his wedge-shaped, and he powerfully muscled legs brought him to a halt at the edge of a nearby spring.
"Hmm. This place is kinda nice!" He muttered, brightening.
He suddenly scowled, adding,
"Though... not as inhabited as he told me it was... eh, must not be in the right area. Ah well."
He was roughly 10 feet tall at the shoulder, and from nose to tail he was roughly 30-35 feet long. Only several residents of Nightshade had ever seen this entity before, and he had seemed much more imposing at the time. He looked around again, and upon not finding anyone, shrugged and slithered into a nearby pool.
"Oh my... that's fantastic..." Daralog muttered, his deep green eyes closing in relaxation.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 11, 2008 22:52:40 GMT -5
"Finding the springs to your liking, I see." The wavering voice of Mikarage said as he faded into 'existance' near another hot spring.
"So, what brings one such as you to these parts?" the mist asked.
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Post by Talon on Sept 11, 2008 22:57:03 GMT -5
Jumping at the mist's sudden appearance, the downsized great-wyrm merely replied,
"Uhh... I'm visiting..."
He glanced from side to side, then asked,
"I don't believe I've gotten a description of you. Mind if I ask who you are?"
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 11, 2008 23:01:10 GMT -5
"Mikarage is the name. I assume you've seen things that have been going on down here from Arux di Itmen? Or am I mistaken on that account?" the mist replied, shifting as if it were making a bow before lifting up again.
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Post by Talon on Sept 14, 2008 20:42:07 GMT -5
He blinked, wanting to ask how the HELL he knew where he was from, but, knowing some of the people Shive had told him about... he already had a good guess.
"Pleasure to meet ya, Mikarage. As for that, I've seen events down here up until three days ago. Nothing important has happened since, has it?"
He tail poked out of the water, swayed a bit as Daralog stared at it, then submerged again before Daralog paused, asking,
"By the way... can you direct me to the 'Abandoned District'? I've no idea where that is..."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 14, 2008 20:48:49 GMT -5
"Certainly. After all, the being of which I am able to exist through lived there. Hell, I'll even show you the way, just in case, god forbid, that I somehow mess up on the directions or you accidentally misinterpret them. Not to mention we may need a bit of extra warning in case some less friendly inhabitants decide to try and ambush us." Mikarage replied. The mist mentally sighed.
'Hopefully no one will pick up on that little fact while I'm there...' it thought to itself, 'walking' in the direction of the Abandoned District, pausing just before he was out of sight, and looking back at Daralog, wanting to confirm the earth dragon was following him.
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Post by Talon on Sept 14, 2008 21:02:21 GMT -5
He cocked his head at Mikarage, then responded,
"I didn't say I wanted t go yet, and you've no need to show me the way."
He grinned a very wide, toothy grin reminiscint of his son's.
"I'm good with directions. You kinda have to be when you live in a desert... besides, I'm not daunted at the fact someone may ambush me."
He paused, chin jutting out before he held up a claw.
"You know... hum, this may sound odd, but... is there any way you can relay someone's voice to me? I can go from there, if so."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 14, 2008 21:06:00 GMT -5
"My mistake, I misunderstood. I can, through another, relay a voice. I need only know whom it is. Of course, I need to have known the person from some where. If it is someone I'm not familiar with, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything." The mist replied, shaking his head as he scolded himself for thinking the earth dragon wished to go now.
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Post by Talon on Sept 14, 2008 21:10:48 GMT -5
He nodded, pushing his index foreclaws together.
"Ah. Her name's Myrr, and my son happens to know her very well. She stands about 7 feet, looks almost human... know her?" He asked.
A slight pulse went through the ground, generating from Daralog's location. He let out a brief, small grin as he thought to himself,
Surprising... judging from the information I've gotten from this place, nothing's in the area.... hmm. Must be my 'smell'...
((Daralog: *grins* Be glad you don't have skin or a nose, Mikarage...))
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 14, 2008 21:20:41 GMT -5
((Mikarage: *'sweats'* Um... Well... About that... *gets vacuumed up by Azure, who then shakes the vacuum cleaner*
Azure: Dadburnit, not yet!))
Mikarage smiled as much as a mist could. If he noticed the pulse, he didn't acknowledge it.
"I know the futuristic half-dragon quite well, not personally, but i know enough in order to do as you request.
If the mist had eyes, they would be closed now in concentration. A few minutes later, said 'eyes' opened again.
"Done."
(OOC: *doesn't honestly have a clue what's suppose to happen, so is leaving getails up to Talon*)
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Post by Talon on Sept 14, 2008 21:36:58 GMT -5
((Daralog: *cocks eyebrow*))
The miniaturized wyrm nodded upon hearing the voice, then opened his eyes. Another pulse, but stronger and farther this time, washed out from Daralog position. He paused, frowning, before yet one more vibration shot through the ground, strong enough to unsettle the dirt and rocks on the surface. He nodded, then held a claw up in the air before jabbing it in the direction of the city, specifically at the Abandonded District.
"She lives straight that way, doesn't she?" He asked.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 15, 2008 1:09:30 GMT -5
Mikarage 'blinked' but it was indiscernible. "Yes, yes she does. I can see that my presence here may no longer be needed. Unless of course there is something else you want to ask of me."
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Far away, Cresence's 'ears' perked up.
"This feeling... it's different... but has an air of familiarity too it... What. The. Hell?"
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Post by Talon on Sept 15, 2008 17:29:53 GMT -5
Daralog scratched his chin, trying to think of something to ask the cloud. His eyes slowly widened, and he asked,
"Do you know where I can find a small black wyrmling by the name of Cynder?"
He cracked his neck, of which echoed over the area, causing the wyrm to wince in pain.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Sept 15, 2008 21:24:25 GMT -5
Mikarage 'frowned' unnoticeably.
"Little Cynder tends to be a difficult person to find, never staying in one spot for too long." the mist sighed sadly.
"I may, however, be able to compell her too come here. Keyword being 'may.' If I do make the attempt, and she refuses to acknowledge it, at the very least I'll know where she is so that I can tell you. There is something urgent that you wish to speak with her about?"
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Post by Talon on Sept 15, 2008 21:29:41 GMT -5
Daralog blinked, pushing his foreclaws together again.
"Well, no... I helped the lass out a while ago, and I'd... like to see how she's doing." He replied.
He gave a sad smile at that, adding,
"If she doesn't want to come, I won't mind."
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