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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[strangehstorian]

Oh - oh dear. Chromatic sickness.

[That is... horrifying :C You can hear her hurrying to conjure up some Hourglass Sand to help. It's a little like buzzing static.]

Is someone from the infirmary on their way?

[wakethedragon]

[He growls out a dozen bubbles, which have now become rainbow colored. He stomps on what he hopes are fallen fairies, but they easily fly away from him. Several are now in his hair, well out of reach of his erratically swinging broom!sword.]

Seven hells! I don't need someone from the infirmary, I need a real weapon! I need fire!

[strangehstorian]

You're growing scales, I think it may be necessary.

Killing them will only make it worse, I'm afraid.

[wakethedragon]

How will it make it worse? If they die, maybe the sorcery will stop.

They made me green and scaly.

If only I could breathe fire! I'd show them then! [Growl, bubbles, swing, stomp, flapping of arms.]

[strangehstorian]

You are displaying the signs of Chromatic Sickness. It usually results in full transformation into a Drakonid and significant reduction of mental abilities, or death.

[wakethedragon]

What is a--

[He was going to ask about a 'Drakonid,' but then he hears the bit about reduction of mental abilities or death. He doesn't like the sound of either one of those. His face crumples. His lower lip quivers a bit.

He quickly recovers in a burst of anger.]

Break your curse, you insects! [Swing, swing, swing.]

[strangehstorian]

Hitting them will probably make them want to make it worse.

[wakethedragon]

Perhaps, but it makes me feel better. [Swing, slap, growl, bubbles.]

They won't stop swarming me! What am I supposed to do, just stand here and let them come at me?

[strangehstorian]

Apologizing has worked for Mr. Carter. You are participating in a cycle of revenge at this point.

[wakethedragon]

Apologizing! Apologizing???

[Viserys is not a fan of apologizing. HE is being attacked. HE is the victim.

He frowns as he half-heartedly swats at one of the fairies.]

How much of a reduction in mental abilities?

[strangehstorian]

Drakonids are usually used as footsoldiers and laborers. I do not study their particular capabilities, though.

[wakethedragon]

I am a king, not some fucking laborer.

[He frowns. He slowly lowers the broom!sword. The fairies seem to pause, waiting to see what his next move will be.]

I'm sorry.

[They continue to circle him.]

I'm sorry! [He holds both hands up, palms outward.] Look! I'm not attacking you! Now kindly fuck off!

[strangehstorian]

[Chromie chirps something in rapid Pixie, loud enough that the fairies will be able to hear it through the speakers. It's just a translation. Embellished a little, maybe.]