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ximilialog2023-09-25 03:57 pm
evicerated) wrote in ximilialog2023-09-25 03:57 pm
[Open] An Iceberg Made of Spite
CHARACTERS: Prince Arctic of the IceWings and... YOU?
LOCATION: The teleporter room, the sunlight room, and other random hallways/locations around the station.
DATE: The week or so after the crew's return following the last mission
CONTENT: General open prompts for bothering the dragon post-mission
WARNINGS: Minor descriptions of claustrophobia in one prompt. Also, Arctic's backstory deals with it's own share of sensitive subjects, so, please check this post before engaging!
1. Station Return
Well, that certainly was a lot of dragon related violence, wasn't it? Violence perpetrated by dragons, that is.
Not that Arctic is bothered, or judging the residents of Dracness. No, not at all... It was a fully warranted reaction, he'll say that much. That said, in the moments after everyone is returned to the teleporter pad aboard the Ximilia, Arctic seems immediately distant... Lost in thought.
Despite his size, it's easy to overlook him at first. For one thing, he hasn't exactly gone out of his way to put himself on friendly terms with the crew, so there's little reason for people to care. For another, dragon facial expressions can be a bit difficult for humans to parse, unless you know what to look for, so it's not immediately obvious that there's anything off about him. But, if you linger in the teleporter area long enough after most of the others have cleared out, you'll notice that he's still there... Staring at his upturned front talons, flexing his claws, his wings and tail drawn in close.
You could try asking what's troubling him. But also, after everything that just happened? No one could blame you for not wanting to take the risk.
2. Freeze Warning (cw: mild descriptions of claustrophobia)
Arctic hasn't had a lot of time on the station yet, with the previous mission taking as long as it did. He's realizing now what a blessing that actually was: being out in the open air, with all the sky to stretch his wings in... Even if he found flight a bit more difficult in his unnatural bipedal form, it had still been exhilarating and refreshing to be able to soar like that.
Now that they're back on the Ximilia, he feels a sort of horror setting in. These artificial walls and corridors, too narrow for a creature his size, even shrunk down as he is... Does he really have to spend the break between missions trapped in this miserable place?!
He generally doesn't want to be out in public areas, because that means risking conversation with all the humans. But also, the sunlight room is the only means he has of not feeling COMPLETELY contained in a space where it feels like the walls are closing in on him. So, at any given time, if you're going to run into him... It'll be there.
It's just too bad it's not snowier in there, you know? But that's nothing a little frost breath can't fix. Mind your step, because some of the pathways may now be slippery with patches of unnatural ice. Or the river may feel unnaturally cold when you go to dip your feet into it, as if someone has plunked a huge ice cube into the water further up stream.
(The ice cube is Arctic. He's just sitting in there, wishing he had access to an icy ocean, instead of this pitiful little creek.)
3. Pirate Con Crud
He knew it. He KNEW he'd get some kind of disease from these mammals. It was only a matter of time!
Arctic has never felt so physically miserable in his life. Huge, dragon-sized coughs with errant bits of frost breath keep wracking his body. His scales look completely dull and dry, devoid of their usual shiny sheen. AND... He completely refuses to go to the med bay.
What could a bunch of humans possibly do for him anyway? He just needs to sleep this off. If that involves passing out in a fever-hazed heap in the middle of some random hallway, well... His "crew mates" can just deal with it.
Also, if he ever finds out who's responsible for passing him this plague, he swears he's going to bite their damn head off.
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LOCATION: The teleporter room, the sunlight room, and other random hallways/locations around the station.
DATE: The week or so after the crew's return following the last mission
CONTENT: General open prompts for bothering the dragon post-mission
WARNINGS: Minor descriptions of claustrophobia in one prompt. Also, Arctic's backstory deals with it's own share of sensitive subjects, so, please check this post before engaging!
1. Station Return
Well, that certainly was a lot of dragon related violence, wasn't it? Violence perpetrated by dragons, that is.
Not that Arctic is bothered, or judging the residents of Dracness. No, not at all... It was a fully warranted reaction, he'll say that much. That said, in the moments after everyone is returned to the teleporter pad aboard the Ximilia, Arctic seems immediately distant... Lost in thought.
Despite his size, it's easy to overlook him at first. For one thing, he hasn't exactly gone out of his way to put himself on friendly terms with the crew, so there's little reason for people to care. For another, dragon facial expressions can be a bit difficult for humans to parse, unless you know what to look for, so it's not immediately obvious that there's anything off about him. But, if you linger in the teleporter area long enough after most of the others have cleared out, you'll notice that he's still there... Staring at his upturned front talons, flexing his claws, his wings and tail drawn in close.
You could try asking what's troubling him. But also, after everything that just happened? No one could blame you for not wanting to take the risk.
2. Freeze Warning (cw: mild descriptions of claustrophobia)
Arctic hasn't had a lot of time on the station yet, with the previous mission taking as long as it did. He's realizing now what a blessing that actually was: being out in the open air, with all the sky to stretch his wings in... Even if he found flight a bit more difficult in his unnatural bipedal form, it had still been exhilarating and refreshing to be able to soar like that.
Now that they're back on the Ximilia, he feels a sort of horror setting in. These artificial walls and corridors, too narrow for a creature his size, even shrunk down as he is... Does he really have to spend the break between missions trapped in this miserable place?!
He generally doesn't want to be out in public areas, because that means risking conversation with all the humans. But also, the sunlight room is the only means he has of not feeling COMPLETELY contained in a space where it feels like the walls are closing in on him. So, at any given time, if you're going to run into him... It'll be there.
It's just too bad it's not snowier in there, you know? But that's nothing a little frost breath can't fix. Mind your step, because some of the pathways may now be slippery with patches of unnatural ice. Or the river may feel unnaturally cold when you go to dip your feet into it, as if someone has plunked a huge ice cube into the water further up stream.
(The ice cube is Arctic. He's just sitting in there, wishing he had access to an icy ocean, instead of this pitiful little creek.)
3. Pirate Con Crud
He knew it. He KNEW he'd get some kind of disease from these mammals. It was only a matter of time!
Arctic has never felt so physically miserable in his life. Huge, dragon-sized coughs with errant bits of frost breath keep wracking his body. His scales look completely dull and dry, devoid of their usual shiny sheen. AND... He completely refuses to go to the med bay.
What could a bunch of humans possibly do for him anyway? He just needs to sleep this off. If that involves passing out in a fever-hazed heap in the middle of some random hallway, well... His "crew mates" can just deal with it.
Also, if he ever finds out who's responsible for passing him this plague, he swears he's going to bite their damn head off.
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He stirs at the sound of Yujin's voice though, the mountain of dull white scales seething. While he's vaguely aware that he is just sleeping in the middle of the floor, which is not a very dignified position for a Prince to be in... He also can't bring himself to care enough to muster the energy to relocate. His head is pounding and his eyes look sort of glassy as he peers back over his shoulder at the unfamiliar human.]
I'm fine. [The translator even manages to maintain the highly congested sound of his words. Amazing! With great effort, Arctic drags his tail in closer and hikes his wings up, shrounding himself with them, as he continues to grumble acerbically:] Just move along and mind your own business...
[COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH]
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[says Yujin crisply, rounding the corner to stand beside-- but not directly before-- Arctic's face. Don't freeze him with your dragon sneezes please.]
I'm afraid we haven't met formally. Yujin Mikotoba-- one of the doctors volunteering in the infirmary.
[He folds his arms, giving Arctic's enormous huddled form another once over. You don't need to specialize in reptiles to know this one:]
It's my professional opinion that you aren't fine.
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Arctic manages to glare back at him with tired, navy-rimmed bloodshot eyes.]
Even if I'm not. What good is a human doctor going to do for me? Do you know anything about IceWing physiology? I sincerely doubt it.
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[Which he says with complete helpful earnestness, too. Looking thoughtful, Yujin shuts down lower to make it a bit easier for himself to be seen.]
Besides. I don't need to know anything about IceWings to know you need some rest. [He'd say "and something warm to drink", but is that gonna...hurt a big ice dragon? Let's save that one for a bit.] I also happen to know a dreadful cold from Hhial has been going around.
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That is exactly what I was doing, before YOU woke me up!
[Resting! In the middle of the hallway!]
If you really want to help me, you should tell me who brought this accursed sickness back with them... So I can personally bite them, and then turn them into a block of ice.
[You know. as soon as he's better, and his frostbreath is fixed.]
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[DODGING THE GESTICULATING WING...
Briefly, Yujin considers ratting Newt out for all the trouble it's brought upon the orbers, but he thinks better of it. Arctic might be serious about the threat. You're welcome, Dr. Geiszler.]
Is that what the... little flurries are supposed to be? [he gestures vaguely at Arctic's mouth.] You really aren't well, if so. Let me help you back to your quarters.
[There is no way they can fit him in the infirmary. Sorry.]
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Like hell is he going to let anyone here know that, though.
Like hell is he going to show such weakness by letting some human 'help him' back to his quarters, too. He scoffs, baring his teeth, and starts to struggle back up to his feet.]
I am perfectly capable... [COUGH COUGH WHEEZE!] ...Of getting back there myself!
[Says the guy trembling from the effort of just standing up.]
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He is not in fact certain that he is, actually. But if Arctic can be difficult, so can he, even if he looks.... mighty wobbly, there.
He folds his arms over his chest, waiting until Arctic isn't mid-coughing fit, then asks:]
Which room is it, again? It must be one of the larger ones, to accommodate you.
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[AKA it's the one that always has hints of ice creeping through the cracks of the door. And boy, he HOPES the layer of ice he put on everything doesn't need to be refreshed... He feels like he's burning up right now. He's not sure he could summon up enough frost if he tried.]
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He's not going to touch him. Yet. But he is going to follow beside him and innocuously make conversation, ready to steady the dragon if he starts to look more unsteady than usual. (Sure, he hasn't got the strength to lift a creature of this size, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.)]
Did Miss Viveca and Commander Degar create such a climate for you, or did you do it all yourself? If it's the latter, that's impressive.
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[As they approach, the door slides open... Revealing that every surface within has been coated in a thick sheen of ice. Arctic breaks off coughing again as he enters, dragging himself across the threshold and slumping down onto the blessedly cool floor with his wings flopped out at his sides. Frost breath is more resistant to melting than regular ice would be, so at least he's got that going for him...]
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Feel better soon.
[He slips out without another word.]