Ten. Dragon vs. Fairies

[wakethedragon]

{Accidental video from his fallen communicator shows Viserys III Targaryen on deck with his broom!sword as he swings at scores of hissing, spitting fairies. He hisses and spits right back at them. He must have yelled about being the dragon one too many times; he is now green and scaly with enormous red eyes. Instead of breathing fire, bubbles come

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[sixthanimorph]

[He's seen some weird stuff since arriving on the Barge... but this is pretty damn weird.]

... Viserys? [He wouldn't recognize him if it wasn't for the hair.] Is that you?

[wakethedragon]

[He continues to swing at the fairies, but he blinks his enormous reptilian eyes when he hears his name.]

Who's there? Show yourself!

[Someone has apparently forgotten about his communicator.]

[sixthanimorph]

It's me, dude. David. I'm not there, I'm right here on your machine.

[He waves his hands in front of the screen emphatically for emphasis.]

[wakethedragon]

[David. He remembers David. He swats at the fairies, swings his broom!sword, and glances over and down at the screen when he sees the motion of waving hands. Oh, yes. The sorcery box. He had forgotten all about the sorcery box. How delightful of the sorcery box to turn on just in time to show the world that these little insects were mocking him.]

I see you now. [Swat, swat, swing, hiss. Bubbles all the while.] These little shits will not leave me be. I told them I'm the dragon, but they don't seem to care. [Bubbles.]

[sixthanimorph]

Yeah, I can... I can see that. [He will not laugh. He will not laugh. Viserys is not Blonsky.]

They're everywhere. [He tilts his head momentarily so Viserys can see. Brooms and janitorial supplies are behind him.] I'm kinda hiding out in the broom closet. The bastards invaded my room and chased me down the halls. I had to morph to get away.

[wakethedragon]

I wish I could morph. [Careful what you wish for, Viserys. You're green.]

Has anyone figured out how to kill them?

[sixthanimorph]

[David's first instinct is to say 'You already did', but... it's Viserys. So he doesn't.] It ain't real useful right now.

No, I morphed lion and ate a few, and they just made me puke up lime-green sherbet and them. As far as I can tell, the little monsters are indestructible.

[wakethedragon]

Couldn't you crush them? Step on them? Claw them? Something?

[Indestructible. Why is he even fighting them? Because they won't leave him be, that's why. He holds out the broom!sword and spins in a fast circle, but all he manages to do is make himself dizzy. He collapses to the deck and moves closer to the communicator/sorcery box. Before he can pick it up, a few fairies land on his head, and the whole cycle begins again. He swings at them and slaps at his hair.]

[sixthanimorph]

I already tried all that stuff. All it does is make 'em mad.

[Still, there's something disheartening about seeing Viserys collapse right in front of him. It's almost a pathetic sight, what he's been reduced to.]

... I'm coming up there. Looks like you could use a hand.

[wakethedragon]

I could use a real weapon. Or a large fire. [But yes, he could use a hand. He continues to slap at the fairies as he rolls across the ground and hops to his feet.]

[Spam]

[sixthanimorph]

[About three minutes later, David shows up - except he's not David. He's a big, gray bipedal thing that's probably utterly unlike anything Viserys has ever seen.]

< You all right? > [He's also got a tail, and he swings it at the cloud of fairies surrounding Viserys. Belatedly it occurs to him that this is probably the guy's first time hearing him thought-speak. Hopefully he doesn't freak.]

[Spam]

[wakethedragon]

[Viserys stops everything he's doing and stares at the creature. Three fairies are jumping up and down on top of his head, tugging at his hair, but he just stares.

When he hears or thinks he hears it speaking, he blinks and tilts his head slightly. He gives his head a shake, gifts the creature with major side eye, and then swings his broom!sword once more at the fairies.]

I'm going to presume you're David in one of your morphs.

[Spam]

[sixthanimorph]

< You'd presume right, > he responds, distracted, as the fairies have begun focusing on him now, and while his alien morph has a retarded sense of pain, that doesn't make what the little monsters are doing to him any less annoying.

< I can't stay like this forever, so come on. Let's get outta here. >

[Spam]

[wakethedragon]

[Viserys blinks a few times, still trying to adjust to hearing a voice and yet...not quite hearing it. It's rather like bees buzzing in one's brain. He takes quick note of the fact that the fairies are focusing on the David-creature, and he gladly turns on heel and bolts for the exit.]

[Spam]

[sixthanimorph]

[David stays behind and fights for a few more minutes, but it's a losing battle, and he's quick to follow suit. He's counting on the little fuckers having short attention spans - and this time, at least, he's right.]