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nohalation) wrote2018-08-27 06:54 pm
nohalation) wrote2018-08-27 06:54 pm
Prison - Part 1 - Draconic Drake
You awaken on the cold floor of a prison cell with no memory of anything after the moment you open the kingdom doors. Everything is light—your body, your head, your inventory. An unfamiliar laugh, deep and scratchy, breaks the silence as the lights all flicker on, showing you that you have definitely been locked in prison! Shocking.
Your completely barred cell is cramped, and has no beds or toilets. Through the bars you only see a distant wall with two guards idly looking off into the distance. Basically, this is a private cell—think of something like what Hannibal had in Silence of the Lambs.
You'll quickly notice your lack of items. Your equipment is gone, any armor you had is gone—in fact, you're dressed in typical striped garbs. Everyone matches!
Just then, a floating tv screen of sorts hovers outside the cell, buzzing to and fro like a hummingbird, getting a good look at you guys. It displays a dragon—not a dragon person, but an ACTUAL dragon—with a handlebar beard, a pair of horns that mimic this style, and a cup of tea. His amber eyes blink rapidly and the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly.
"Congratulations. You are in a domain all my own, in my loving claws, until further notice... Ah, yes, having the lot of you around will be like owning gerbils. I've always wanted pets."
Dusk looks around after waking up, a little disorientated from everything that has already happened, and completely ignoring the tv, "Is everyone still alive? Huh? Huh?"
TV will wait patiently while you confirm this. He sips his tea, he's in no rush. This is entertaining on some level.
Slot blinks awake and rubs his head, trying to get his bearings back. "I think I'm fine? Maybe?" But then he hears something about pets and just says the first thing that pops into his mind, "Sorry, not into that."
"...into what? Being a pet?"
"Yeah. That."
"Oh. No, I don't care what you like, I paid good money for the lot of you. Don't you know who I am?"
Dusk: "Nope."
Slot: "Nope."
Please excuse the way the television simply drives itself into a wall and hovers there for a minute. When it faces you again, the dragon is Aggressively Sipping his tea very Loudly.
"Some kingdom! Everyone knows Drakonic Drake! Why, my name is legend... I am legend! I'll give you another moment to reconsider this, now that you've perhaps had your memory jogged. I must sound familiar."
"......................." Dusk gasps. "Ah no, wait, I was thinking about Walnut, I don't know you at all."
Juno looks on blankly after having inspected their surroundings and new clothing with distaste. "Me neither... if you have money, don't you think you could afford better style too?" This is so Not Aesthetic.
"...Out of curiosity, and feel free to give me an estimate, but how much were we worth?" Slot asks. "Also don't know you at all."
"Apparently none of you are worth as much as I paid, the lot of you are all hicks! Bah!"
He clutches the handle of his teacup between his claws with dangerous tension, baring his fangs as he seethes—
...but with a controlled, deep breath he regains control of himself, reconsidering the prospect of flinging the teacup at the camera. No, he must remain calm. Level.
They're just pets.
And he is an intelligent dragon... well, he doesn't feel smart right now, jesus what a mistake.
"I was wondering what a kingdom's court would be like. I have never kept prisoners such as yourself before! Typically I take in criminals, or exiles... but, to my understanding, you all are exiles, too. :hearts:"
"So you paid a lot of us then?" Slot asked.
"Don't worry, we're going to be idols!" While Dusk exclaimed.
"... we're exiles...?" Juno is confused, they never heard that before. Their kingdom is their kingdom is their kingdom, and they've never been sent away from it unless it was a Duty.
"Do you people really run a kingdom?" Drakonic Drake's eyes widen and settle on you, Juno. "Why, yes... I heard your kingdom didn't want you anymore." He grins. "You were cast away, because Elation's new Ruler wanted you done away with for your sins!"
Elation wasn't a typo.
He thinks it's Elation.
"They must be elated to be rid of us in Elation." Slot says flatly.
Dusk turns to look at the others and whispers, "do we know Elation? That's not our kingdom name is it? Did I misremember that?"
"They must b—can you please stop whispering when your master speaks!"
"No, our Kingdom is definitely called Halation." Juno agrees, nodding seriously. They don't pay the dragon any mind.
"Do you think this is an Elation fashion statement then?" Dusk tugs at the striped clothes, confused. "It's nothing I've seen any other idols wear. Haute couture??" She turns to look at the dragon and blink. "What master?"
"Ah, you've stopped whispering. Your clothes are put upon you to remove your individuality, something of which you don't need under my control. And I, Drakonic Drake, is your new master!"
"...so... if I'm getting this right..." Juno deliberates, after a bit of thinking, you can practically hear the gears in their head whirl-- "You bought us thinking we were exiles... from another kingdom... but not only did you not get your money's worth, you actually got the wrong people entirely?"
"Wrong people? Are you not—" He goes down the line of the three of you, in particular, actually getting your names right wow—"Dusk the Miserable, Slot the Rumored, and Juno the Aesthetic?"
"I'm Dusk." She smiles widelyyyyyyy. "But our kingdom is Halation."
Juno nods again!! "Mm, the Kingdom name is wrong. Isn't this... what's called a scam?"
They look to their companions in askance. They're not sure. They only learned about scams when they visited the maarket recently.
"I'd call it a scam!" Slot chips in helpfully.
"A scam? Oh, so those boys told me the wrong name. Pff, so annoying..." Drake sips his tea, looking off to the side. "In any case, I don't have much more time to speak with you. I don't entertain my pets, my pets—IT WAS NOT! A SCAM!"
Another deep breath. It's like he's had to train his patience all these years, and you buttwads are testing it so dearly.
"I do not entertain my pets, for my pets entertain me. Any final questions? I will politely offer a final word before I part ways. I have plans for you, but they won't come into effect until tomorrow."
A frown creases Juno's forehead, they still don't understand how this could have happened, "What boys?"
"Did you ever tell us how much you paid?" ( 'v' ) Dusk doesn't seem particularly distressed here.
"Like I said, I'm not into this sort of thing," Slot waves his hand flippantly. "Can't we do something else?"
Drakonic To Juno, "A pair of twins from that angel worshipping cult."
And to Dusk... DUSK HE JUST GIVES YOU A FLAT LOOK, FUCK OFF, DUSK!!1
Lastly, to Slot, "You see you're behind bars, don't you? You don't have options. You don't get choices."
He laughs, and just like that, the screen blips out. The tv screen slowly floats away, navigating towards the entrance of the hall handled by two guards.
Your completely barred cell is cramped, and has no beds or toilets. Through the bars you only see a distant wall with two guards idly looking off into the distance. Basically, this is a private cell—think of something like what Hannibal had in Silence of the Lambs.
You'll quickly notice your lack of items. Your equipment is gone, any armor you had is gone—in fact, you're dressed in typical striped garbs. Everyone matches!
Just then, a floating tv screen of sorts hovers outside the cell, buzzing to and fro like a hummingbird, getting a good look at you guys. It displays a dragon—not a dragon person, but an ACTUAL dragon—with a handlebar beard, a pair of horns that mimic this style, and a cup of tea. His amber eyes blink rapidly and the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly.
"Congratulations. You are in a domain all my own, in my loving claws, until further notice... Ah, yes, having the lot of you around will be like owning gerbils. I've always wanted pets."
Dusk looks around after waking up, a little disorientated from everything that has already happened, and completely ignoring the tv, "Is everyone still alive? Huh? Huh?"
TV will wait patiently while you confirm this. He sips his tea, he's in no rush. This is entertaining on some level.
Slot blinks awake and rubs his head, trying to get his bearings back. "I think I'm fine? Maybe?" But then he hears something about pets and just says the first thing that pops into his mind, "Sorry, not into that."
"...into what? Being a pet?"
"Yeah. That."
"Oh. No, I don't care what you like, I paid good money for the lot of you. Don't you know who I am?"
Dusk: "Nope."
Slot: "Nope."
Please excuse the way the television simply drives itself into a wall and hovers there for a minute. When it faces you again, the dragon is Aggressively Sipping his tea very Loudly.
"Some kingdom! Everyone knows Drakonic Drake! Why, my name is legend... I am legend! I'll give you another moment to reconsider this, now that you've perhaps had your memory jogged. I must sound familiar."
"......................." Dusk gasps. "Ah no, wait, I was thinking about Walnut, I don't know you at all."
Juno looks on blankly after having inspected their surroundings and new clothing with distaste. "Me neither... if you have money, don't you think you could afford better style too?" This is so Not Aesthetic.
"...Out of curiosity, and feel free to give me an estimate, but how much were we worth?" Slot asks. "Also don't know you at all."
"Apparently none of you are worth as much as I paid, the lot of you are all hicks! Bah!"
He clutches the handle of his teacup between his claws with dangerous tension, baring his fangs as he seethes—
...but with a controlled, deep breath he regains control of himself, reconsidering the prospect of flinging the teacup at the camera. No, he must remain calm. Level.
They're just pets.
And he is an intelligent dragon... well, he doesn't feel smart right now, jesus what a mistake.
"I was wondering what a kingdom's court would be like. I have never kept prisoners such as yourself before! Typically I take in criminals, or exiles... but, to my understanding, you all are exiles, too. :hearts:"
"So you paid a lot of us then?" Slot asked.
"Don't worry, we're going to be idols!" While Dusk exclaimed.
"... we're exiles...?" Juno is confused, they never heard that before. Their kingdom is their kingdom is their kingdom, and they've never been sent away from it unless it was a Duty.
"Do you people really run a kingdom?" Drakonic Drake's eyes widen and settle on you, Juno. "Why, yes... I heard your kingdom didn't want you anymore." He grins. "You were cast away, because Elation's new Ruler wanted you done away with for your sins!"
Elation wasn't a typo.
He thinks it's Elation.
"They must be elated to be rid of us in Elation." Slot says flatly.
Dusk turns to look at the others and whispers, "do we know Elation? That's not our kingdom name is it? Did I misremember that?"
"They must b—can you please stop whispering when your master speaks!"
"No, our Kingdom is definitely called Halation." Juno agrees, nodding seriously. They don't pay the dragon any mind.
"Do you think this is an Elation fashion statement then?" Dusk tugs at the striped clothes, confused. "It's nothing I've seen any other idols wear. Haute couture??" She turns to look at the dragon and blink. "What master?"
"Ah, you've stopped whispering. Your clothes are put upon you to remove your individuality, something of which you don't need under my control. And I, Drakonic Drake, is your new master!"
"...so... if I'm getting this right..." Juno deliberates, after a bit of thinking, you can practically hear the gears in their head whirl-- "You bought us thinking we were exiles... from another kingdom... but not only did you not get your money's worth, you actually got the wrong people entirely?"
"Wrong people? Are you not—" He goes down the line of the three of you, in particular, actually getting your names right wow—"Dusk the Miserable, Slot the Rumored, and Juno the Aesthetic?"
"I'm Dusk." She smiles widelyyyyyyy. "But our kingdom is Halation."
Juno nods again!! "Mm, the Kingdom name is wrong. Isn't this... what's called a scam?"
They look to their companions in askance. They're not sure. They only learned about scams when they visited the maarket recently.
"I'd call it a scam!" Slot chips in helpfully.
"A scam? Oh, so those boys told me the wrong name. Pff, so annoying..." Drake sips his tea, looking off to the side. "In any case, I don't have much more time to speak with you. I don't entertain my pets, my pets—IT WAS NOT! A SCAM!"
Another deep breath. It's like he's had to train his patience all these years, and you buttwads are testing it so dearly.
"I do not entertain my pets, for my pets entertain me. Any final questions? I will politely offer a final word before I part ways. I have plans for you, but they won't come into effect until tomorrow."
A frown creases Juno's forehead, they still don't understand how this could have happened, "What boys?"
"Did you ever tell us how much you paid?" ( 'v' ) Dusk doesn't seem particularly distressed here.
"Like I said, I'm not into this sort of thing," Slot waves his hand flippantly. "Can't we do something else?"
Drakonic To Juno, "A pair of twins from that angel worshipping cult."
And to Dusk... DUSK HE JUST GIVES YOU A FLAT LOOK, FUCK OFF, DUSK!!1
Lastly, to Slot, "You see you're behind bars, don't you? You don't have options. You don't get choices."
He laughs, and just like that, the screen blips out. The tv screen slowly floats away, navigating towards the entrance of the hall handled by two guards.