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[Here he comes down the hallway, being hella nosy. He isn't trying to go into people's rooms, but he's snooping at the pictures on the doors.
He's not in the suit anymore either, he's in this edgy getup. There are also two gun holsters on the legs, and there is a single gun in one of them...?
He will nod at Rupert, though.] Yo.
He's not in the suit anymore either, he's in this edgy getup. There are also two gun holsters on the legs, and there is a single gun in one of them...?
He will nod at Rupert, though.] Yo.
Porridge, huh? Sure... uh, I guess.
[This is shockingly maybe one of the less weird things to ever happen to him. How the fck do you hold a dragon? He sort of opens his arms so the dragon can decide what the hell it wants to do.]
We're going to have to give you a real badass nickname, Por.
[He's kidding. Probably.]
[This is shockingly maybe one of the less weird things to ever happen to him. How the fck do you hold a dragon? He sort of opens his arms so the dragon can decide what the hell it wants to do.]
We're going to have to give you a real badass nickname, Por.
[He's kidding. Probably.]
[He snorts.]
Esteemed Draconian Knight, Porridge? [Unfortunate that Porridge is very cute, even though Jason is more of a dog kinda dude, so he doesn't know wtf to do.] You're going to be a level 80 beast one day.
Well, I guess you might if you're not a modified teacup dragon.
[Like a little teacup pom.]
Esteemed Draconian Knight, Porridge? [Unfortunate that Porridge is very cute, even though Jason is more of a dog kinda dude, so he doesn't know wtf to do.] You're going to be a level 80 beast one day.
Well, I guess you might if you're not a modified teacup dragon.
[Like a little teacup pom.]
Yes. He's a very smart boy, aren't you?
[the longer that sentence went on the more it devolved into the kind of tone people use to talk to babies or pets. porridge looks very happy about the belly rubs, meanwhile.]
Ah, just outside it. I'm really glad I found him... I was starting to worry about when they'd give him back.
[the longer that sentence went on the more it devolved into the kind of tone people use to talk to babies or pets. porridge looks very happy about the belly rubs, meanwhile.]
Ah, just outside it. I'm really glad I found him... I was starting to worry about when they'd give him back.
[One of Rupert's weaknesses: Porridge the Dragon. Jason's got it. He cannot believe this dragon is nice. All of his notions about dragons are being thrown out the window here.
He wants a dragon now? Hello.]
How'd you know he was one of the things they had confiscated? Was he with you before you got here?
He wants a dragon now? Hello.]
How'd you know he was one of the things they had confiscated? Was he with you before you got here?
Makes sense. Too bad they only gave me one gun, though.
[This creature is spoiled.]
A bit dangerous to have a little friend like this here. He could get into trouble. [He does not think Damian wouldn't be here without an animal friend either, though.] They give you the perfect little room for you, too? All the amenities you could ask for?
[This creature is spoiled.]
A bit dangerous to have a little friend like this here. He could get into trouble. [He does not think Damian wouldn't be here without an animal friend either, though.] They give you the perfect little room for you, too? All the amenities you could ask for?
Yeah, well. Hopefully you won't have a reason to use even one.
[he makes a face, both at that first part and what he says next.]
I'm not going to let anything happen to him. [firmly! but then he nods.] Yeah. I mean, it's a room in a place that I'm stuck in for a pretty horrible reason, but it could be worse as far as that goes. What about yours?
[he makes a face, both at that first part and what he says next.]
I'm not going to let anything happen to him. [firmly! but then he nods.] Yeah. I mean, it's a room in a place that I'm stuck in for a pretty horrible reason, but it could be worse as far as that goes. What about yours?
Hopefully.
[This is said with the pessimistic doubt. He will probably have to use a gun. Maybe.
He bobs the dragon in his arms a bit, kind of like how you would a baby or a toddler.] Come get this fat, spoiled thing, and I'll show you. [This is said (affectionate) rather than (derogatory).
Jason is the textpost meme of holding up the cat and calling it a stinky bastard man while Rupert goes NOOOOOO DON'T BE MEAN!]
[This is said with the pessimistic doubt. He will probably have to use a gun. Maybe.
He bobs the dragon in his arms a bit, kind of like how you would a baby or a toddler.] Come get this fat, spoiled thing, and I'll show you. [This is said (affectionate) rather than (derogatory).
Jason is the textpost meme of holding up the cat and calling it a stinky bastard man while Rupert goes NOOOOOO DON'T BE MEAN!]
[He has to try not to laugh. The dragon gets a "ruffle" on the head as he returns him to Rupert even though there's no fur.]
Where's the lie?
[Now that he's free, he will turn to lead Rupert to the little corner nook of North hallway that is Jason's shitty room.]
Where's the lie?
[Now that he's free, he will turn to lead Rupert to the little corner nook of North hallway that is Jason's shitty room.]
Yeah? I'll have to give him a run for his money sometime then.
[Jokingly talking about testing the dragon's skill when really he is stupid athletic enough to need to be walked like a dog himself, or he'll get bored.
With the key, Jason unlocks to the door and pushes it open to go in.
Unfortunately, it's the epitome of a stinky bachelor pad in its aesthetics, touched by a hint of city studio apartment. But! It isn't messy! Jason is actually shockingly clean and organized, even if he doesn't look like it. So the room is neat.
The color palette is mostly red, not unlike the symbol on the front of his outfit, something deep and rich. But all his accent colors are black, or a peppering of grey or stainless steel. The queen bed has an iron frame and red sheets, which seem like a weird choice until it's obvious they are red because blood doesn't show up as easily...
The closet isn't too big or too small, and the doors are mirrored, looking out onto the open space of the room. The desk is maybe different from most people's desks: it looks like it can fold up against the wall and out of the way, to make more floor space. But for right now, it's down, and has a collection of the things the hotel as given them.
A separate wall is lined with display cases, each one holding different fake and unmovable weapons--knives, short swords, guns. Around them is a few posters of motorcycles or muscle cars. Another wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling, a fake flatscreen TV which doesn't work, and a shelf full of a bunch of fake books. The titles are all worldly Earth classics.
The far wall has the only window. The scene outside is a nighttime city few through the runs of a fire escape. There's too much light pollution for most stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a building. But there is... a cone of light in the sky, the middle of it cut out by a stylized bat.]
[Jokingly talking about testing the dragon's skill when really he is stupid athletic enough to need to be walked like a dog himself, or he'll get bored.
With the key, Jason unlocks to the door and pushes it open to go in.
Unfortunately, it's the epitome of a stinky bachelor pad in its aesthetics, touched by a hint of city studio apartment. But! It isn't messy! Jason is actually shockingly clean and organized, even if he doesn't look like it. So the room is neat.
The color palette is mostly red, not unlike the symbol on the front of his outfit, something deep and rich. But all his accent colors are black, or a peppering of grey or stainless steel. The queen bed has an iron frame and red sheets, which seem like a weird choice until it's obvious they are red because blood doesn't show up as easily...
The closet isn't too big or too small, and the doors are mirrored, looking out onto the open space of the room. The desk is maybe different from most people's desks: it looks like it can fold up against the wall and out of the way, to make more floor space. But for right now, it's down, and has a collection of the things the hotel as given them.
A separate wall is lined with display cases, each one holding different fake and unmovable weapons--knives, short swords, guns. Around them is a few posters of motorcycles or muscle cars. Another wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling, a fake flatscreen TV which doesn't work, and a shelf full of a bunch of fake books. The titles are all worldly Earth classics.
The far wall has the only window. The scene outside is a nighttime city few through the runs of a fire escape. There's too much light pollution for most stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a building. But there is... a cone of light in the sky, the middle of it cut out by a stylized bat.]
[it looks very strange to him, but he's chalking that up to the fact that he still isn't familiar with designs from this time period. he glances over everything, but it's the symbol in the moon that really grabs his attention. he tilts his head and gestures towards it.]
What's that?
What's that?
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