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[khaleesipls]

I’m looking for someone.

[ “Someone.” ]

Twenty feet tall, breathes fire, great leathery wings. Nasty temper. Last seen heading North over Nonah.

[ The clatter of hooves pummeling concrete fills a terse break in speech. Jorah sounds like he’s under a certain amount of stress, short on breath, decorum chafing coarse under pressure.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens are wailing. ]

We need to draw him away from the city.


[ ooc: relevant log post and ooc planning post. ]

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Ex-wife? [A beat.] Pronouns, my mistake.

Ex-husband?

voice;

[shifting]

...Just to clarify things, is what you're describin' a goddamn dragon?

[and if so - twenty feet tall, Jesus Christ, how do you lose track of something like that?

[driftsintobuffetline]

What the-- Why the hell am I never in the city where the awesome stuff is happening?!

[khaleesipls]

Are you worried about competition? [ Gruff. No mercy in the public eye -- Chilton has brought this on himself.] Let me save you the trouble: I'm not interested.

[khaleesipls]

I'm describing a calamity.

[ So yes. ]

His name is Drogon.

[khaleesipls]

I’m sure the media will provide a fair and balanced retelling of events for you by the end of today.

[driftsintobuffetline]

The media sucks, man. Never mind the absurdity of 'fair and balanced' and how that's like an oxymoron when it comes to news coverage--I just want CLOSE-UPS. Wing span! Skin texture! Teeth! Claws! I want to see how it flies, if it has a tail it uses as a rudder when flying and what its land movement is like!

Do you plan to keep it alive or do you plan to kill it? Because if you keep it alive, can I see it, and if you kill it would you be willing to donate its body to science? Because science is interested, man. Science is 1000% interested.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, good. Because you are not my type.

[Chilton was about to say something about not being into bears, but then thought better of it last minute -- too much knowledge in a particular area might suggest the wrong associations.]

[voice]

[wordaday]

There's dragons here?!

[Look, to be fair Sookie has seen a lot of weird stuff in her life. Dragons however, haven't quite made the list.

At least she's not in the same city? Small mercies.]

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[crackshot]

Of course there's a dragon here, why wouldn't there be?

[This place just seemed to home anything weird as fuck so whatever. Yeah, no, dragons are a thing. Cool. Now on to a more important matter.]

You need it brought down, huh? Dead or alive?

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[barbarus]

[ Uh.

Well, that fits a description he knows far too well. ]

The dragon is coming to Nonah?

[ Also, who is this man? Does Daenerys know about this? ]

There is a woman who could help. It listens to her.

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[ofgoldenfoil]

I'm a dragon. Maybe I can talk him.

[ Aurican you are taking the form of a young boy no one is going to believe him. ]

[khaleesipls]

Only the one we need to worry about right now.

[ Although apparently there are at least two, if Aurican is to be believed. ]

[khaleesipls]

Alive. [ Grit, growled. If Drogon is shot out of the sky, Jorah will be in for murder before the day's over. ] He's already injured.

[khaleesipls]

[ Jorah's longer in answering Damien than he is some of the others. Must've missed it on his feed. Pure coincidence, surely. ]

He's already here.

[ There's a pause while he cranes to look behind him. ]

So is she.

[khaleesipls]

[ As strange as this place is, Jorah's half-convinced Aurican could be telling the truth -- not that it especially matters. ]

I don't think he's the type for negotiation.

[wordaday]

There's more than one?!

[Really she was just think involved that maybe, maybe it was a fluke. But no such luck, because life is weird enough already.]

[crackshot]

Alive. Got it. I can't say I can help you out much in that case, unless you want to tranq it. I'm a pretty solid shot. [Underselling but hey, he's gotta be humble here.] Otherwise, I don't know, chasing down lose dragons isn't exactly normal.

[ofgoldenfoil]

Neither is my brother Blayze and he spitted acid on me on a regular basis.

I am immune to fire.

[shifting]

[Ho-ly shit. A real goddamn dragon.]

...I might be able to help. [or it might not work and he could get eaten. Very real possibility. Just how badly does he want to do his part for this community?]

I'll have to go through the Porter, but - I'll get down there soon as I can. See if there's somethin' left for me to help with.

[incogneto]

A dragon.

You're describing a dragon.

[khaleesipls]

Lucid? [ His voice is all sandpaper on steel, armor and tack rattling. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

No.

Previously owned.

[khaleesipls]

Might?

[ At least this guy isn't another dragon. ]

I'll send a street address when I have one.

[khaleesipls]

[ A rush of hot air hisses over the line as Jorah reins around through a wrong turn to the tune of Newt rattling at him about the media. He's restrained enough not to swear, but his patience has chafed raw by the time he spurs back into the conversation. Wing span, skin texture, teeth, claws --]

It's a dragon.

[ WHAT MORE IS THERE TO TELL. ]

We're not killing it.