carcinoGeneticist [CG] and gallowsCalibrator [GC] opened an accidental channel [030]
[The communicator feed comes on. A small, electric blue creature can be seen for a few moments. Its pointed, evil grin widens and then it sniggers. With a rustle of bright wings, it vanishes, and reveals the room behind it.
It’s the interior of Terezi’s (considerably better looking) Treehive. She is there, dressed in her usual outfit, but with a red cape thrown over her shoulders and the hood drawn up. The hood is in the shape of a dragon head, and when she turns her head, the eyes and snout can be seen over her hair. She cackles at Karkat, who stomps into the feed, wearing a cape almost identical to hers, except in white. He looks that special kind of furious when he’s both embarrassed and also when he’s secretly enjoying himself.
That doesn‘t stop him from stamping forwards, and when he does, everyone will be able to see a strange sight. An egg - specifically a Netherwing egg, is resting in the middle of the room. It looks oddly sinister, with sharp metallic spikes and a phosphorescent mist rising from it. As such, it‘s at a juxtaposition with the brightly coloured scalemate plushies that make up its ‘nest‘.
Karkat scowls at Terezi and snaps at her.]
I am well known for my ability to breathe fire after all. Oh wait - no. that's bullshit.
[Terezi throws back her head and cackles.] There is nothing more nurturing than a mother dragon's fire, Karkat. Or would you rather lay on top of it…
I am not the 'mother'. I am the unwilling lusus handler, if anything! No, I don't care that we're meant to be dragons! My cape is white as the driven snow. I am clearly a lusus.
Well, you're a terrible lusus if you're going to let your baby dragon die! I guess Mother Crimsoneye has to do all of the work herself
[She leans close - careful not to brush against the spikes - and breathes on the egg.]
Now you just got spit on the shell, moron.
Well excuse me for trying to keep our baby alive. I'll just have to breathe harder then. [She licks the egg.]
Ugh. Let me show you how it‘s done. [He pulls a disgusted expression and then reaches gingerly past the spikes and rubs the shell.]
Aww, there's that motherly instinct. [She rubs the spit off...and then rubs the top of it.] All it needs is a doomsday machine!
What the sweet merry fuck are you talking about?
Then it'll be just like home!! [She "glances" over at him.] Thought of a name for our child yet?
Stop calling it that! [He continues to rub the shell, grumbling something that sounds like ’can’t believe’ and ’games for girls…’ before he eventually looks at her and says, tentatively:] Will Smith?
[Her face drops.] Will Smith? That is the most un-noble dragon name I ever heard.
Fuck you, Will Smith is one noble, badass motherfucker. Any dragon would be honoured to be named after him.
I'm sure a dragon would be more honoured to be named Mistress Applerumpus!
That is a fucking awful name! I'm not letting you ruin her life like that!
And you wouldn't be ruining her life with Will Smith? Think of what the other little dragon whelps would say!
Oh, I don’t know - maybe 'Wow, Will Smith! I wish I had such an awesome name!' Something like that? [He adjusts the 'nest' around the egg. Terezi laughs as she rubs the top of the egg, mostly careful of the spikes.]
We would still be the shame of the dragon community.
What dragon community? [He turns to look at her.] And no jumping on me this time! I don't want any dragon nuzzles.
There is quite a large dragon community, you know! And they are quite the judgmental bunch… [Then her grin turns devious.] No dragon nuzzles you say?
None. Now, just - what‘s that shit-eating grin for?!
Grin? Who said anything about grinning? [RUBBING THE EGG........... >:]]
I did. What if our dragon hatched and the first thing it saw was your grin? It'd think you were trying to eat it. So once again I show my prowess and skill at looking after the young, like - shit, what was the name of this thing? [He tugs on the end of his Pyralspite cape.]
Pyralspite, my faithful and trusty friend. And clearly she'd she my grin and instantly recognize me as her mother, like the dragon I am. [She poses with her cape.]
No way. I'm simply the best dragon parental unit there is. Me. See? I'm fucking excelling at this game for girls.
Who knew you could be so good at games for girls, Karkat. I'll admit, you make a great dragon mate! [And she cackles, and it‘s on that note that the feed times out.]
It’s the interior of Terezi’s (considerably better looking) Treehive. She is there, dressed in her usual outfit, but with a red cape thrown over her shoulders and the hood drawn up. The hood is in the shape of a dragon head, and when she turns her head, the eyes and snout can be seen over her hair. She cackles at Karkat, who stomps into the feed, wearing a cape almost identical to hers, except in white. He looks that special kind of furious when he’s both embarrassed and also when he’s secretly enjoying himself.
That doesn‘t stop him from stamping forwards, and when he does, everyone will be able to see a strange sight. An egg - specifically a Netherwing egg, is resting in the middle of the room. It looks oddly sinister, with sharp metallic spikes and a phosphorescent mist rising from it. As such, it‘s at a juxtaposition with the brightly coloured scalemate plushies that make up its ‘nest‘.
Karkat scowls at Terezi and snaps at her.]
I am well known for my ability to breathe fire after all. Oh wait - no. that's bullshit.
[Terezi throws back her head and cackles.] There is nothing more nurturing than a mother dragon's fire, Karkat. Or would you rather lay on top of it…
I am not the 'mother'. I am the unwilling lusus handler, if anything! No, I don't care that we're meant to be dragons! My cape is white as the driven snow. I am clearly a lusus.
Well, you're a terrible lusus if you're going to let your baby dragon die! I guess Mother Crimsoneye has to do all of the work herself
[She leans close - careful not to brush against the spikes - and breathes on the egg.]
Now you just got spit on the shell, moron.
Well excuse me for trying to keep our baby alive. I'll just have to breathe harder then. [She licks the egg.]
Ugh. Let me show you how it‘s done. [He pulls a disgusted expression and then reaches gingerly past the spikes and rubs the shell.]
Aww, there's that motherly instinct. [She rubs the spit off...and then rubs the top of it.] All it needs is a doomsday machine!
What the sweet merry fuck are you talking about?
Then it'll be just like home!! [She "glances" over at him.] Thought of a name for our child yet?
Stop calling it that! [He continues to rub the shell, grumbling something that sounds like ’can’t believe’ and ’games for girls…’ before he eventually looks at her and says, tentatively:] Will Smith?
[Her face drops.] Will Smith? That is the most un-noble dragon name I ever heard.
Fuck you, Will Smith is one noble, badass motherfucker. Any dragon would be honoured to be named after him.
I'm sure a dragon would be more honoured to be named Mistress Applerumpus!
That is a fucking awful name! I'm not letting you ruin her life like that!
And you wouldn't be ruining her life with Will Smith? Think of what the other little dragon whelps would say!
Oh, I don’t know - maybe 'Wow, Will Smith! I wish I had such an awesome name!' Something like that? [He adjusts the 'nest' around the egg. Terezi laughs as she rubs the top of the egg, mostly careful of the spikes.]
We would still be the shame of the dragon community.
What dragon community? [He turns to look at her.] And no jumping on me this time! I don't want any dragon nuzzles.
There is quite a large dragon community, you know! And they are quite the judgmental bunch… [Then her grin turns devious.] No dragon nuzzles you say?
None. Now, just - what‘s that shit-eating grin for?!
Grin? Who said anything about grinning? [RUBBING THE EGG........... >:]]
I did. What if our dragon hatched and the first thing it saw was your grin? It'd think you were trying to eat it. So once again I show my prowess and skill at looking after the young, like - shit, what was the name of this thing? [He tugs on the end of his Pyralspite cape.]
Pyralspite, my faithful and trusty friend. And clearly she'd she my grin and instantly recognize me as her mother, like the dragon I am. [She poses with her cape.]
No way. I'm simply the best dragon parental unit there is. Me. See? I'm fucking excelling at this game for girls.
Who knew you could be so good at games for girls, Karkat. I'll admit, you make a great dragon mate! [And she cackles, and it‘s on that note that the feed times out.]