Dragon Quest - Team Errol
The IPD outpost was a small, insignificant dot in the distance, and the sun was in the center of the sky, currently serving as the main obstacle to their mission. Under a different set of circumstances, it might have caused him to remove some layers - possibly all of them - but nakedness was definitely tactically deficient with a constant dinosaur
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Just pouty.
Reese slid in next to him and peered at the spot, tilting her head until it just barely brushed his shoulder.
"I dunno if staring is gonna get you a dragon, Austin," she said seriously. "And I don't think pouting is gonna do it either." She pulled half of a...well, it was half of some sort of meat that wasn't goat and it tasted pretty good..from her pack. "Have a sandwich. Dean gets none because he's much too adolescent, and brought enough to feed eight, which he's just managed to cram into his mouth. So juvenile. We'll find something, I'm sure."
A Tyrannosaurus Rex or a pack of those spindly legged Velociraptors that tried to eat them the last time. Maybe her pack of Compsognathus would even show up. It'd be a minor feat if they remembered her. Honestly, she kept trying to make it back out here and kept getting distracted by other things.
Like tea, which was just a touch stupid.
"I'm also fairly certain there isn't a dragon in his pants." At least not the kind anyone wants to make a pet out of. Oh God. She grimaced just for a moment and shook her head. Speaking of juvenile...
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He had no doubt they'd find something, but he was looking for a very specific something. A specific something with wings, the ability to breathe fire, and a tendency to spontaneously explode. Besides, if he had to bet, he would say a reunion with the raptors was much more of a possibility than one with the 'nicer' dinosaurs. Lizards were more likely to hold grudges than affections. Not to mention the affection were all food-based, hardly altruistic.
"Thanks," he accepted the offered sandwich, shifting the lollipop to the other side of his mouth as he leaned against Reese, glancing at Dean behind his shoulder.
"Please don't look into his pants to make sure."
He liked Dean, but to a limit.
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He considered the dragon faking proposal. It was more practical than building a robotic dragon, which was what he'd originally had in mind as a backup plan.
"That's not a bad idea," he admitted. "Though your pet lizards are too tame to pass for dragons. They'd need dentures. Really sharp dentures."
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"Oh."
He shot Dean a vaguely concerned, mostly curious look. "I'm sure he's fine." He certainly didn't look like he suffered any penis-related self-esteem issues. But then, maybe he was very good at concealing them. Like sandwiches.
"We'll manage somehow," he told Reese, finding some of his earlier assurance. "I'm counting on your lizard-persuasion skills."
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"Well, shit," she said blandly and kept her eyes shut. "I'm terribly certain Dean has no problem with self-esteem, his parts, or sandwiches. We can at least get that straight. And don't you dare even ask him about any of that or you won't have parts to piss with."
She opened her eyes.
"Yeah, lizard persuasion skills. Uh huh. Run little lizards, run." She gave a half shake of her head and tried not to burst into laughter. "Converting a dino into a fire-breathing menace is gonna require more than wing-pasties and dentures. I'm also very certain I want to be in a tree when it bites your arm off."
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He took a bite out of his own sandwich, trying to balance it with the activity of lollipop consumption, to little avail. Eventually, he had to remove the lollipop and focus on the more significant food item.
"Guess we'll just have to find a dragon, then." He gave Reese a very intent look. "I promised, Reese. I have to find one. A real one, not just a dinosaur in a costume." He sighed, giving the matter one last consideration. "They'd need makeup, anyway. The color's wrong."
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She was giving him that look again before sighing and give up.
"We'll do our best to try and find a...dragon."
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"It's not just any woman, it's the Commander's wife. She's important. And she lost her only dragon in an explosion." He looked into the distance, trying to find signs of dragon-related activity. There was nothing but jungle ahead. "I don't think she really expects me to find one, but I have to try."
He turned back to her, managing a slight smile. He did appreciate the help, even if he was pouting, just a little.
"Thanks, Reese."
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"Welcome," she said quietly. "Austin, sometimes trying is the best you can do no matter if it's suspects or goddamn fire-breathing lizards you're after. I'm sure she'll understand even if you don't find a dragon." She leaned into him slightly, almost chiding. "Gotta admit, it's a hell of a stretch."
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"My existence is a hell of a stretch," he pointed out, smile taking a tilted turn.
The whole island was a stretch.
"It just seems like the most logical place for a dragon to be. Mingling with the big fucking lizard population." He frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe it's wearing dinosaur camouflage."
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Someone rescue me from fifteen year olds on dinodragon hunts, Reese thought and glanced skyward as if help would fall from the sky. That said, magic islands had a tendency to be idiotic, and she quickly stopped doing that.
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