And run smack into another group interested in picking up a few
things of their own from the dead dragon’s stuff as well...
Rei-chan
"Okay, we do need to get a few new things that I could make out
of magic but . . .what the frell now?" I hear cousin Rei say while talking
with that red haired lady called Astra.
. . .
Yet another word that grownups won't explain to me, telling me that
it's only bad and leaving at that!
Grownups confuse me. They tell me I shouldn't use certain words but use
them themselves and that's not fair! But then again, they're grownups and
they make the rules and rules are made to be followed and I follow the
rules.
I'm a good girl and follow the rules like I'm supposed to, you see.
Still, even IF I was not a good girl, I don't think I'd like to to not
obey my cousin's order to stand back here. Whatever exactly is happening
here is confusing to me!
“Rei-chan . . .we’ve got to go and talk with the nice men who’ve gotten
to the hoard before we could,” cousin Rei says softly, seeing the look I
have. “If we ask really nicely we’ll be out of here and get you’re
brother there looked at and all that real soon here, okay?”
“What’s wrong with the way I am right now?” my brother blinks, confused.
That makes two of us.
“You don’t understand?” I add, blinking. “Brother, didn’t you
understand that . . .”
Even I understood the reasons
Rei Ayanami Quatermain
I walk off slowly as my little cousin back there explains to her
perplexed younger (reptilian) brother. Honestly, I don’t need to listen
in on it beign that I (the only magic using type in this group)
gave the explanations Rei-chan’s giving out I don’t need to hear them
again, for Heaven’s sake!
Besides, I may be tempted in adding in this time around that
that certain female golem and time travellling Galifreyians may just take
it a BIT hard to learn that the bundle of joy they’d been so hard in
getting over the years got turned into a dragon hatchling. NOT to say
that they wouldn’t love Junior (must find out his proper name here soon)
wouldn’t lack for love or not be accepted. It is just that they
had . . .set up the playroom and such on the TARDIS with a humanoid
offspring in mind. Something along the lines of an offspring that was
gifted with the strength and durability of a Golem and the intellectual
potential of a Time Lord.
Let me tell you something as a young teenager who’s babysat some of
the relatives kids from time to time, in many ways raising a DRAGON is
much . . . Different from that of raising humans and leave at that.
Something of a handful, dragon hatchlings.
. . .
Not to say that certain elfin children that shall remain nameless
(cough cough Quirlos
And Azure) I had the misfortune to babysit awhile ago. My GOD, how
did Walker’s little girl get them hooked on Rugby soccer?
Yeah, anyway I was offering up that to give some kind of illustration
here of yet another headache/trouble that is on the horizon for
me. Heh, bet you by now you know that IF this was some kind of wacky
story that I fail miserably to be some “Mary Sue” kind of hero. That kind
of character is perfect. Would have had a MUCH better track record
than I have had thus far with handling people, though I HAVE been handling
it (me, the girls, and the rest of my bunch).
Sigh, Morbius was almost crushed by what the G-man revealed about “his
precious Krell” and that rough treatment in the end proved to be almost
counterproductive!!
But in THIS case I believe a somewhat heavy handed approach is needed
with this rough bunch before US. Granted the lighting is poor in this
part of the caverns (imagine the dragon had his hoard room magically lit
up much better until he’d gotten slain by what Velus let slip before I
beamed him). Might explain why they haven’t noticed certain
important details . . .beyond that SOME of my group are female.
Pretty females if I may add to risk being somewhat narcissistic!
“Well. . . .what do we have here?” a scared male says in a most
lecherous voice. “What DO we have here? Ladies in distress?”
Time to get down to it. Hate to see it come to this but when you have
randy males like THIS, what’s one to do?!
“Gentlemen!” I say sharply, drawing forth magic to form a small ball of
fire in my hand and hold it . . .suggestively. That and I also allow my
wings to regain their natural glow, bringing their true existence to light
that they are WINGS and not some kind of fancy cloaks. “May I suggest you
stop ogling my female assets and become aware of a few things?”
Muttered oaths of suprise and concern are drawn by this band
of . . .whatever before me. Hm, they wear the same outfit as that boob,
Velus? Hope they’re somewhat quicker on the uptake than that one.
“Like we are hardly damsels in distress?” I quip. “That and one of my
group just happens to be a damsel of a tender age? Let us just play,
shall we.”
Note: take in part from episode 45041 by JH
Scarface, Mikey, Red and Bill were on their fourth trip into the caves to
loot the hoard of the dead male dragon. [23818, 37730] If they had known
that there was still a live dragoness somewhere in the caves, then their
fear might have outweighed their avarice, but they were under the
misguided impression that there was no longer anything to worry about. Two
others of their band were guarding the wagon just outside the caves that
now contained a king's ransom in gold and precious stones. The High Heresy
Examiner fondly imagined that he would be getting fifty per cent of
anything that they found. They planned to give him ten, telling him that
the hoard had been much less impressive than Velus had made it sound.
Meeting THIS bunch hand NOT been in their gameplan at ALL!
Where as these ruffians would have felt bold enough to surround a naked
pair of women who called themselves Astra and Lily, they do not
feel so inclined in messing with the compatriots that Eve has
somehow acquired along the way. For some reason, anyway...
However, Scarface, their leader, does feel a need to ask: "Who are
you? What in God‘s name ARE you?!"
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 “I see that good manners are not one of your failings . . .” the one with the glowing blue wings sighs, shaking her head slightly.
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