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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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no subject
We don't. Perhaps your constant verbal slithering and tendency to speak only in implications is just that tediously lethal. And I'll remind you that you are the one who addressed me; if you did so merely to antagonize me, then I'll say now that I'd much prefer if you went and found your entertainment elsewhere.
[Hmm... Too polite. Not enough bite. He doesn't know this guy well enough to REALLY insult him, though.]
no subject
I think it is a bold thing to say that you're particularly entertaining. But perhaps I should expect more from a real dragon.