EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

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[strategic_guile]

[Blink blink. Oh, well that question answers a lot. A soft smile as he explains.] No, having children doesn't have much to do with this. Having sex feels good, if it's done right.

[onblackwings]

[ She looks a little doubtful about that. The thought had never occurred to her, really — animals don't make it look like much fun. ]

Is it anything like swimming? [ A pause, and then with conviction: ] It can't be as exhilarating as flight.

[strategic_guile]

[Well, animals don't have sex for fun, so that's not a good comparison to make... he looks thoughtful.] Only in the fact you get sweaty...

[Puts his arm along the back of the couch so he can prop his head up on his hand; his fingers are lightly waving as he thinks.] It's a different kind of exhilarating. Washes all your thoughts away and you just feel good, like nothing can go wrong.

[onblackwings]

[ Well damn, that's pretty convincing, considering that's exactly how should would describe flight. She doesn't have to consider it for long. ]

Then I want to learn that, too.

[strategic_guile]

[...blink, starts to smile, covers his mouth cus he's about to laugh, and he has to close his eyes to not laugh at her okay; she's so succinct about it and he's just. Why can't getting sex be this easy with everyone? He is schooling his face now.] Okay. I can teach you that, too.

[onblackwings]

Good.

[ Yes, lookin pretty satisfied here. Increasing power and learning a new form of indulgence? This is a win/win situation if she ever saw one. The only difficulty is trying to decide which she wants first. ]

When?

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine is just smiling at her with amusement. Can't say he's not looking forward to it. He loves guns and he loves sex. This was win/win for him as well. So far, anyway.] Well, the guns when we can go into the outlands without getting eaten. The sex can happen whenever.

[onblackwings]

[ Oops, time for Khisanth to look supremely smug again. ]

Getting eaten by something is the last thing you would have to worry about, as long as you're with me.

[ Unless she's doing the killing/eating, anyway. But that's looking less and less likely! ]

[strategic_guile]

Oh, and why is that? You never told me what you were. [He is looking politely interested in your response.]

[onblackwings]

[ She cocks her head, an inviting smile in place. ]

I could show you, if you like.

[strategic_guile]

Uh oh, that sounds like a trap. [He laughs a little.] But I'm up for it. Show me.

[onblackwings]

Not here. [ She stands from the couch, tugs his coat straight, and looks impossibly pleased with herself when she adds: ] It's too small an area.

[strategic_guile]

Don't go busting out of my jacket, okay? [He stands, giving her a skeptical look.]

[onblackwings]

Your jacket will be fine.

[ That a little dryly, because hey, stop stealing her performance. She starts forward, headed for the nearest door to the outside, and clearly expecting to be followed. ]

[strategic_guile]

[Lifts his hands in acceptance. He'll have to take your word for it, but he doesn't mind following her. She has very nice legs. He's subtle about checking them out though.]

[onblackwings]

[ She leads the way outside, but doesn't stop immediately. There are too many people in the immediate vicinity, and this is intended as a private show. So after a glance around, she starts for a more deserted part of the safe zone — walking a little carefully over the sharp rubble of the recent calamities. Human feet are not exactly the most sturdy things... ]

[strategic_guile]

[Follows behind her making little sound, though not trying to be ninja on purpose. It's a habit he never saw the point in breaking.] How big are you, exactly?

[onblackwings]

Large enough that the creatures out here will know better than to intervene.

[ She stops once they're suitably out of sight, turns to face him, and begins unbuttoning the jacket to hand back. ]

So there really shouldn't be any problem in teaching me to use a gun today, should there?

[strategic_guile]

[Takes the coat once she holds it out and puts it back on himself, more to get it out of the way than because he's cold. He purses his lips.] If you really want to, we can go to the Hold to do it. Unless you can handle a gun when you transform or whatever, I don't think it'll keep them away long enough to be able to concentrate.

[onblackwings]

[ She shrugs. ]

I'll kill a few of them to establish myself.

[ And, that said, she closes her eyes and envisions her proper form. It's delightfully easy to slip back into her own body. The change is nearly instant; in one second it's Dagger standing before him, eyes closed, and in the next a great black dragon is arching her next and folding out her wings, stretching luxuriously. Seriously, nothing beats transitioning back into the easy grace and raw power of her own body.

Her eyes open to fix a fiery golden-orange stare on him, and she continues with barely a beat lost, in a deep, baritone rumble of a voice. ]

It won't be an issue.

[strategic_guile]

[You need to stop startling him like this. Okay, maybe it's more like sending a jolt of fear and awe through him the way she changes from one to the other in an instant, just like when she went from cat to human. That pales in comparison though, because she is huge and all those other words that mean large, glorious, frightening predator that you respect and hope it doesn't eat you.

He took a few steps back out of shock and he's rapidly blinking, but quickly schooling his features back to his pleasant smile.] You really like doing that, don't you?

[Her eyes focuses on him and now that he's gotten a handle on- oh who's he kidding he's staring at a dragon. She expects some kind of awe and praise anyway.] No, I guess it won't be an issue at all. You are a large dragon than can tear them all to pieces. I am impressed.

[onblackwings]

[ It's a little paltry, as far as expected awe and praise goes, but it will do. Besides, she's confident in how absolutely powerful and beautiful she is, so she doesn't really need the praise, as long as it's felt. And she's quite sure it is.

There's a low rumble somewhere in her chest, which is about level with his head, which could be amusement. ]

As you should be.

[ She shifts, uncoiling a little to glance around them. There's enough room here to take off, as calculated, and now that she's in the right shape, she's eager to do it. ]

Shall we go?

[strategic_guile]

[Well, his auto defense again fear and other unwanted emotions was deadpan snark or flirting. Sometimes some hideous mixture of the two. He's not sure about that rumble, but he refuses to back up again. He just looks up at her.]

...go where? [He is dripping with suspicion.]

[onblackwings]

To the outlands. [ One brow-ridge shifts along with one of the three horns rising from her skull, in what's apparently an approximation of cocking an eyebrow. ] I hope you haven't forgotten our deal already.

[strategic_guile]

...you're about to make some kind of dragon rider out of me, aren't you? [He starts to walk around her, looking at her closer. Why couldn't she have picked the sex first? Oh wait, he was the one who gave her the choice. Silly him.]

Alright, let's go before I start really thinking about this.