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exsiliumlogs2013-04-14 01:20 pm
ofgoldenfoil) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-14 01:20 pm
oh my god not another open post
Date & Time: OPEN! Forward dated to the 15th.
Location: throughout the city
Characters: Aurican and YOU
Summary: There's a big, shiny horse-sized baby dragon around the city. What would you do on a casual day when you see one?
Morning
The morning light has barely lifted its dreary head before a young gold dragon sets out of the apartment complex for a day at work. He's a courier now, with straps wrapped around his chest and neck so to two empty bags, one for each side, can be filled with letters and parcels. His employer at first had doubts, but when Aurican demonstrated his good speed on a trot and on a run, he is employed more readily, even though it was obvious that the employer was hoping Aurican will fly. (Aurican himself was disappointed at well, and apologized profusely.)
After taking a stop to the mail station to fill up his bags, it is off trotting through the streets, bringing those their deliveries. Sometimes he will have to pause to catch his breath - as swift as he might be, he is large and doesn't have the light-footedness of his copper cousin Blayze.
Afternoon
A time of a break, a time that Aurican learns of something called a "lunch": a meal for a certain time of a day. Aurican at first found it odd to always mark a time of a day with a meal, but after a week of work, he finally understands the necessary of it. It makes him eager for finishing work, ready to scarf down much needed food before he sets off with more deliveries.
Aurican's favorite meal is chicken, as it tends to be not only tasty, but tend to be cheaper than the red meat of cows. As a growing dragon, he usually requires one whole chicken as his meal. Today, he bought his chicken raw and ate outside, behind a pub. He scorched it with his fire until it was black enough for his likening. (He has developed a taste for cooked food, thanks to the residents of this world.)
Evening
A day drawing to its close, Aurican has done his rounds for the day. Feeling a little more tired than usual, he heads towards to the apartment complex. Pressing the door to open, he enters the main lobby, ready to climb the awkward stairs that he comes to dislike. He hopes he doesn't run into someone coming down on his way up. It is always awkward to avoid them and more often than not he had to turn around and climb down to allow them passage.
Location: throughout the city
Characters: Aurican and YOU
Summary: There's a big, shiny horse-sized baby dragon around the city. What would you do on a casual day when you see one?
Morning
The morning light has barely lifted its dreary head before a young gold dragon sets out of the apartment complex for a day at work. He's a courier now, with straps wrapped around his chest and neck so to two empty bags, one for each side, can be filled with letters and parcels. His employer at first had doubts, but when Aurican demonstrated his good speed on a trot and on a run, he is employed more readily, even though it was obvious that the employer was hoping Aurican will fly. (Aurican himself was disappointed at well, and apologized profusely.)
After taking a stop to the mail station to fill up his bags, it is off trotting through the streets, bringing those their deliveries. Sometimes he will have to pause to catch his breath - as swift as he might be, he is large and doesn't have the light-footedness of his copper cousin Blayze.
Afternoon
A time of a break, a time that Aurican learns of something called a "lunch": a meal for a certain time of a day. Aurican at first found it odd to always mark a time of a day with a meal, but after a week of work, he finally understands the necessary of it. It makes him eager for finishing work, ready to scarf down much needed food before he sets off with more deliveries.
Aurican's favorite meal is chicken, as it tends to be not only tasty, but tend to be cheaper than the red meat of cows. As a growing dragon, he usually requires one whole chicken as his meal. Today, he bought his chicken raw and ate outside, behind a pub. He scorched it with his fire until it was black enough for his likening. (He has developed a taste for cooked food, thanks to the residents of this world.)
Evening
A day drawing to its close, Aurican has done his rounds for the day. Feeling a little more tired than usual, he heads towards to the apartment complex. Pressing the door to open, he enters the main lobby, ready to climb the awkward stairs that he comes to dislike. He hopes he doesn't run into someone coming down on his way up. It is always awkward to avoid them and more often than not he had to turn around and climb down to allow them passage.
Evening
So here was Natsu walking in through the front door. And here Natsu froze as he saw Aurican at the base of the stairs. Aurican. A dragon. A baby dragon to be precise but in Natsu's eyes he was still a dragon and he was one of the biggest fans of Dragons. After all one raised him and taught him his magic. At least that was what he was lead to believe until now. Whether the future would reveal otherwise, no one knew but now Natsu rushed over to Aurican's side.
"Hey little guy. When'd you get here?" He honestly didn't mean any disrespect but he was too excited and formality was never one of his strong points to begin with.
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The gold wyrmling turns around and watches as this human approaches him. He looks young, but it is hard for Aurican to tell for certain. He can barely tell between the sexes. "Several months ago, I think. I have been here for a while now."
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"Several months? And you've lived here too? Wow! You'd think I would've run into you by now. My nose must be getting rusty or something." Natsu never hid his emotions in most situations so the surprise was visible even without the small quirk of his eyebrow.
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It then occurs to Aurican of his manners - or what matters for manners among humans.
"I am Aurican."
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Manners were never Natsu's strong point but the basic act of name exchanging still registered with him.
"Aurican. Nice to meet ya. I'm Natsu." He grins happily before looking up the stairs. "You're heading up too?"
sorry for the late!
Never too late o/
"Yeah. Most of us live in this place. Well my friend, Lucy got her own place not too long ago but not many people do that."
He won't presume Aurican needs any help just yet.
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It seems the only emotion that can be read easily among all races is fear.
"Is it because the cost of living here is literally nothing?" Aurican wonders. That might explains why so many live here.
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Fear was the last thing in Natsu's mind though.
"Hmmm well that and the whole being together with other people stuck in the same boat as you. Though you also get weirdo's like Lucy who decide one day they just wanna live in their own place. Now I gotta go farther to visit her every day." And by visit he meant invite himself to her home without permission as always.
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He turns toward the door with the stairs, ready to go to his own room. "I hope no one is at the stairwell, it is hard enough to climb the stairs with myself alone."