Behemoth in the Northwest

[greatcleavage]

who: Roy Greenhilt, Fatima, and Chandra
what: Mission: Behemoth in the Northwest
when: 3/13 on
where: The Northwest?
warnings: None as of yet.



"So there's a massive beast of some sort prowling around the northwest wall, very infrequently," Roy said to his team as he led the way by a matter of inches, checking to make sure his greatsword was comfortably loose in the straps that kept it on his back. "Our job is to locate it and assess its characteristics, then report back. Simple enough?"

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[dust_of_life]

After feeling so much at a disadvantage, Fatima was seized with an overwhelming desire to touch the dragon. Because it meant touching a dragon. It was an experience she decided she needed. Not just for the 'cool factor' of it--although that was motivation enough--but to add the experience to her toolkit.

Undoubtedly, that was just another measure she wanted to take to avoid the 'kiddie table,' but she wouldn't admit it.

She moved forward slowly and carefully, following Chandra's instructions and remaining in the dragon's line of sight. Or what seemed like its line of sight, anyway. She held her hands up, palms out. "Any way to find out if it has a name?" she asked, figuring that was the sort of question you might ask people like this.

[firelogic]

Chandra was treated like a monster for being able to do massive damage to the local area, so anything that meant well but could lay waste to a village had a place in her big red mana heart.

"Name? Um... I doubt this guy has that sorta thought." She's sure it has a name, but it probably was given to it by someone else. The same way she's pretty sure most animals have names given to them. She stares at the big monster they found. "Maybe you can name it, I'm bad with names."

She spares a glance for Roy, "I've never had a dragon slobber on me before, well... with spit. slobbering fire has happened. Once. But I don't deal with dragons that often, I was heading to a plane to battle an evil dragon genius mastermind of evil evilness. Before I got stuck here." Chandra has such a way with words.

[greatcleavage]

And there's another tick towards the 'Elan' side of the scale.

"Finder's privilege, I suppose -- you can name it. Him? Can you tell?" Chandra has been promoted to dragon expert by virtue of neither Roy nor Fatima being one. The dragon, meanwhile, shoved his snout straight into Tima's hands -- and, being apparently quite aware of its own strength, past it so its muzzle bonked into her body.

[dust_of_life]

Fatima let out a startled noise, taking a few steps back to keep herself from falling on her ass. She was too entranced to be upset about the momentary loss of poise, though. Again, she'd been bonked by a dragon.

"He finds me attractive, he's clearly a guy," she joked, tentatively running her palm down the line between his eyes. Somehow, she'd expected a reptile to be...slimy. But it actually felt kind of nice. Like smooth marble. Only warm. Friendly.

Sounded a little like someone she knew...

"Let's call him 'Liam,'" she decided.