OGS (Emrys) // Dragon Age // Out back of the bar.

[mm_eric]

Oh, hey, it's a dragon.

Can happen.

It's big and red and glittery, and actually quite a beautiful sight, and is currently soaring in to land ungracefully, with its claws digging into the mud.

It pauses, and sniffs a little sheepishly.

[Shapeshifting into dragons: A hobby for all the family. Anyway, ping at stuck mynock on AIM before tagging,

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[mm_wedic]

Wow.

Fry does what any young person of his generation would do.

He gets out his phone, takes a picture, and sticks it back in his pocket.

[kinda_old_goddy]

The dragon huffs slightly, then glows and shifts down into a young, blond man in rag-tag armour.

"I meant to do that." Beat. "I'm making an irrigation system for helpless orphans. Somewhere."

Shifty look.

[mm_wedic]

Fry shrugs.

"The awkwardness of your landing was mitigated by the coolness that you were a dragon."

[kinda_old_goddy]

"It helps. Often."

Beat.

"I have no idea where I am."

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa's seen taniwha outside the Dreaming but not dragons and she looks up from her seat on the beach and then lays down to watch him fly and land.

[kinda_old_goddy]

Emrys coughs, and transforms into a young, blond man looking sheepish.

"It's difficult when you're that big," he explains.

[pi_wakawaka]

"You did fine, it works better when the ground's not so squishy. No one looks elegant landing in mud."

[kinda_old_goddy]

"This is true."

Pause.

Flirty grin? (Maybe flirting will make this situation less embarrassing for him.)

[reincarnshaman]

A black cat hisses at him with an irritated noise. She had been sleeping right near by in the sun and yeah. That, that woke her up.

How dare he wake her up. Really? Did he have no sense of manners or priority when it came to cats?

Trever wipes a bit flecked mud off of his face and jacket and gives the dragon an amused look. "Stuck the landing there, didn't you?"

[kinda_old_goddy]

The dragon snorts and transforms into a young man.

"I'd like to see you do any better."

[reincarnshaman]

"If I could fly, I would."

Veena vanishes and reappears on Trever's shoulders. Her fail flicks in annoyance. Stupid shape shifters.

[kinda_old_goddy]

"And would land just as awkwardly, I'd imagine."

[baptizemyself]

...

Wow.

That's.

Wow.

Helena has seen a lot in her day but dragons... well, they're a whole new ball game for her.

Helena stands beside the punching bag she was just giving a beating to and gawps at the beast and prays to god that it doesn't start attacking stuff because if it does she and her little crossbow are probably going to end up as kindling...

[kinda_old_goddy]

There's a young man in its place soon enough.

"... I get that reaction a lot lately."

[baptizemyself]

... Huh.

Well, there's something else she doesn't see every day.

"Really? Can't imagine why..."

[kinda_old_goddy]

"Me neither."

He's not being sarcastic.