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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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[Which is a jackass roundabout way of saying 'raw, please'.]
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....Sea salt is fine.
[Ice Kingdom doesn't really have access to any other kinds of spices. And if you can't get it in the Ice Kingdom, it's probably not worth having. That's the general rule.]
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[And she'll go into the kitchen. She's going to warm up some frozen rice and quickly start some meat cooking for herself, and then go looking for meat options for the dragon.
In a few minutes she comes out with a tray of fish for the dragon. Just a big pile of whole sardines and smelt and other smallish sea fish.]
I wasn't sure if you liked fish, but I'll bring out some other meat in a minute. [She's going to go right back into the kitchen. Eat your fish they're good for you!!
And then in about five minutes she's coming out with a giant tray of meat, it takes both hands to carry it. There's some stuff still on the bone, some sliced thin, some cut in big chunks.]
Here you go.
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The good news is: IceWings love fish, actually. But, Arctic doesn't eat any yet. The tray gets set down in front of him, and he blinks at it with vague surprise. The human is gone again before he can question her, so. He mindlessly spears a smelt on one claw, staring at it absentmindedly...
Foeslayer... He's not sure why he thinks of her now. Maybe he's never really NOT thinking of her. Did she ever tell him her opinion on smelt? She must have had one. She had an opinion about everything. If he had to guess, he'd say most likely she did tell him, and they disagreed, and that would have been one of the many thousands of ridiculous arguments they'd had.
He's still staring at the fish when the human comes back again with that massive tray of meat, and... By all the snow spirits... She really wasn't messing around, was she? He blinks down at the tray of meat in utter bafflement, silent for a moment, before he looks back at her, head cocked slightly.]
...Why are you doing all of this for me?
[There's less bite to his words than usual. He sounds guarded, and suspicious, but mainly just confused. He was used to being waited on hand and foot back in the Ice Kingdom, but that was because everyone knew he was a Prince. He doesn't have that kind of status here, no matter how often he may grumble about it.]
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I was already going to the kitchen, and it wasn't that much extra work. I might end up stealing some of that meat from you, so watch out. [She says, with a grin. She pops back into the kitchen for a minute to grab her tray (rice, a dish of sauce, some pickled radish). And she's also grabbing a little portable grill she found under the stove. She's absolutely up for stealing some of his meat for yakiniku.]
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[He's. Vexed and not sure what to say to that, so he just lets her go for now. By the time she comes back with her extra supplies, he is finally eating some of what's been offered to him, and he's doing it with what one might consider surprisingly good table manners, for a large apex predator? Eating his fish slowly, one at a time.
He glances at her with her little grill and her rice and such, observing with some curiosity.]
...I've never understood the appeal of cooking meat. [He still sounds grouchy, grumbling out his words, but Yuri might have the sense at this point that this is partially just his affectation. Constantly cold and bitter.] You're going to lose all of the natural flavor that way. It's a waste.
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Cooked meat is easier for humans to digest. [She explains.] And searing it adds flavors it wouldn't have otherwise.