Falling hurts [Active/Open]

[ashesofthedawn]

Who: Cynder and you
What: Arrival of a dragon
Where: Entry hall, parlour, wherever
When: Night 4
Warnings: Nadda so far

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[allthekeys]

Between one heartbeat and the next, a man appeared. Or at least, the shape of a man, he was armored to the point that ascertaining his identity was impossible.

One hand rested on his sword, and the other hung ready at his side.

As he came to a stop, the sword started to lift, then seemed, for a moment to hesitate. As though the knight had regarded her for a moment and found reason to pause.

He did not speak, but the sword once again came to rest on the ground, tip not marking the floor. The Knight remained motionless, simply watching her, like a strange guard.

[ashesofthedawn]

The sudden appearance of the creature was alarming, but Cynder had seen many things suddenly appear from nowhere lately, so she was able to hold her ground. Instinctively, she braced herself, body low to the ground with wings and tail out, ready for an attack.

She tensed as the man went for his sword, then paused. Maybe it was a guard of this place? In the case, she carefully relaxed, still ready for an attack but not as threatening. "Who are you?" she asked, tilting her head a little. What he was was her next question. He walked and was tall enough to be one of Hunter's kind, but the way he moved wasn't the same...

[allthekeys]

The man didn't speak, remaining in his position in the entry way. It was impossible to tell if he lacked the ability or not, simply that he stood, silent and immovable as he watched her. Taking in the shape of the wings and the line of her tail. Small, but still very obviously a dragon.

The sword swept above her head with enough clearance that it had absolutely no chance of actually contact her, and the knight turned to leave.

[ashesofthedawn]

Even if it had no chance of contact, she ducked instinctively. Who knew when an attack was magicked to have a greater range than it should?

The creature was turning away...Cynder was unsure what to do. She needed information, but the man might not be able to talk, given his quiet. "I'm sorry, if I'm somewhere I shouldn't be," she said quietly, keeping her eyes partly on him while also looking down. Cynder was alert, but also a little gloomy. She didn't want to be dragged into another adventure so soon. "Is there any way I can leave?" Perhaps asking a question that didn't require him to talk would help...

[sandsnowfoxtrot]

It was still early in the night. Kari had time, but she'd still wanted to visit the straightjacket ghost quickly. Hopefully she could avoid any further distractions; just a quick stop in the kitchen for some provisions, and she'd head down. It'd been relatively peaceful down in the basement last night; how much worse could it be?

She pondered this as she entered the parlor, idly noting the dragon looking out of sorts. It took a moment to register that there was, in fact, a dragon in the parlor.

She stared only for a moment before tightening the grip on her shotgun. She said nothing, fixing the dragon with an intense, focused stare.

[ashesofthedawn]

She heard someone approaching and quickly turned, on guard. The creature she saw was...strange. The ears reminded her a little of Hunter's kind, but this...girl, Cynder was fairly sure she was female, was certainly not one of the cat-people.

She was also armed. The dragoness moved carefully, bracing herself just in case she was attacked, but otherwise keeping her cool. Cynder may have been a small dragon, but if the girl attacked, she'd be getting a Fear scream to the face. Cynder returned the stare, wary and ready for whatever may happen.

[sandsnowfoxtrot]

At first, Kari did nothing. Dragons typically either moved to attack or started being smug at this point; this one was just...waiting. For that matter, it was tiny - had to be a juvenile.

Had to be a new guest, for that matter.

"...can you talk?" she was hesitant, cautious as she spoke.

[ashesofthedawn]

"Yes," she replied easily. By the look of it, the other had some sort of experience with being attacked by monsters. But Cynder had no desire to attack anyone. No dragon did without reason.

"I won't attack you." Or, well. "So long as you don't attack me." Cynder would defend herself after all, but she wouldn't attack first.