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Post by Nerevari on Oct 27, 2007 22:43:00 GMT -5
A startling and frankly terrifying reality had crashed down on Serrah's head; there really wasn't any safe place on the particular block. Most especially when the dragons were all over the place... not to mention that they were the ones actually doing the fighting... completely disregarding the black dragon behind her, attention focused wholly on the rampaging Dark Blues, she was taken completely by surprise when Reina magged her up, into the air, over the madcap melee and into the saddle.
What a way to be introduced to dragonriding, she thuoght with a weak grin, gripping tightly on as Reina flattened herself to a wall. The battle- scrum, morealike- seemed to be at an end; the Dark Blues were scattering, the defending dragons regrouping and the Dragon Booster himself yelling something...
...something about a missing rider?!
Sensing the end of immediate danger, Reina wandered back towards the others, Serrah still perched high and dry on her back. The harried apprentice couldn't quite grasp what was- and had already- occured. One moment, a bystander- the next, thrust into the company of riders, renegades and the Dragon Booster himself. What a change of priorities...
"I know this isn't the best of times," she remarked as the Red and his rider sped off, "but... thanks." A pause, as Reina drew to a halt beside Sam, before the question burning her brain slipped out before prudence could quash it. "Do you have any idea where they've taken her?"
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Post by Wyldfyrstar on Oct 27, 2007 22:58:41 GMT -5
Luckily, the Dark Blue did trip, causing a chain reaction with a couple others. As if by a psychic connection, Sam looked around, seeing absolutely no safe place. Duh!There is no freakin' safe place around here! Hence all the crazed dragons stampeding everywhere. She thought, just as she saw Reina trotting over with the same person on her back.
Sam pet Reina's neck. "Good job, Reina." She said as Reina smiled. Sam looked up at the lone stranger on her dragon's back. "No problem, and to the second question...I honestly have no idea..." She said, looking at where the red rider and her dragon sped off to.
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Post by Dana Phantom on Oct 27, 2007 23:37:01 GMT -5
The ground shook slightly as Cyrano rejected his entrenching gear, letting the brown draconium-based gear fall to the ground. "Can you believe it! The energy it takes to destroy this gear! Kilodracs upon kilodracs... The manifold is covered with microfractures, and I can't even start to describe the absolute subjugation of the nexus - "
"Parm, please..." Dragon Booster interrupted, still staring off in the direction the Dark Blues had gone. Serrah's question made him turn. "Is there any way we could track them? If we follow one, we could find out where they're all going, maybe find those missing people." Parm paused, grabbing his hand held and pushing a few buttons. "Not any longer. Their signatures are out of range. If we had a Tracking Dragon, we could..." "But we don't have a Tracking Dragon." Both Dragon Booster and Beau sighed, Dragon Booster shaking his head. "Oh, thank you for helping. I'm sorry you had to get caught up in this."
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Post by Nerevari on Oct 28, 2007 0:44:17 GMT -5
Serrah was not exactly known for her grace. Around Araxis, she'd gained the nickname Clodhopper... and it more or less described her around dragons. Most especially big ones... like, say, the Psi-class she was perched on now. And the Star-Class not twenty feet away. And the Bull-class on her other side. Even moreso Bull-classes who had, until now, been magging on rather heavy gear.
Suffice to say that entrenching gear wasn't the only thing that hit the ground with an undignified thud.
Chuntering and grumbling under her breath, Serrah picked herself off the ground, gave herself a quick dusting-off and listened intently as the other rider she'd noted earlier finally gained a name. Apparently the Dragon Booster had heard her comment- and attempted to put it into action. A few pressed buttons later that idea died an unwanted death, but hey, they'd tried...
And, well, Vari's muse has completely dried up and thus Serrah simply stands their and quietly marvels that the Dragon Booster would need to thank anyone.
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Post by Wyldfyrstar on Oct 28, 2007 20:04:25 GMT -5
Sam looked at the Dragon Booster sympathetically. "It's ok, glad to have helped. Too bad that one girl sped off already, I would have liked to have helped her...even though she wasn't too fond of us." She said, the last statement made her narrow her eyes in anger. Sam held a soft chuckle in as the girl fell. "What's your name?" She asked.
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Post by Dana Phantom on Oct 28, 2007 21:24:28 GMT -5
"Oh... great," Dragon Booster said in response to Sam's statement. He must have been duped, and that other girl just stole his gear. It was strange. Normally his enemies fought him, they didn't deceive and steal from him.
As if on cue, however, a crimson and charcoal form appeared, slowly lumbering back to the group. Both Dragon and Rider looked sore and defeated. "I'm sorry. I almost caught up to one that was slowing down, but once I got close it attacked and sped off. I lost them after that." Dragon Booster nodded, frowning. They did their best. And she had come back. He didn't know the relationship between the two women, but even if they did not get along, they did both help him. From behind Kyndl came another Red-Boned Dragon, stumbling and calling out sadly. Beau responded, as did Cyrano, and the sorrow was apparent. A Dragon was without his Rider. Years upon years of bonding, and now one was torn from the other. Sullenly he kept walking, stopping only to let Serrah use his muzzle to stablize herself and stand up.
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Post by Nerevari on Oct 28, 2007 21:57:33 GMT -5
Serrah felt her cheeks burn in humiliation as a soft chuckle reached her. Great... the rider of that dragon she'd... borrowed?... hadn't missed her spat of clumsiness. Ah well, she thought with a grimace, she was bound to find out sooner or later.
"I'm Serrah," She said in reply, mastering her embarassment with difficulty. "May I ask who you are?" Here her gaze swept wider, touching both Parm and Sam. "Not that I'd really need to ask who you are," She amended a moment later, grinning in the Dragon Booster's direction.
The slow thunder of an approaching dragon interrupted before any answer could be given; Kygan and Kyndl had returned, the news of their defeat screamed in every carewore line of the pair's bodies. Serrah felt her heart sink as the white-haired woman explained the chase and it's result; she'd known only a small amount of what had befallen the Dark Blues, and the violence of this... attack? had taken her by surprise. The Dragon Booster's expression following the statement didn't help, either...
...nor did Wyldfyr's pained wail as the Red came staggering back towards the gathered people. Flare-class or no, he was still very much Kitt's dragon, and Wyldfyr was mourning just as much as the people around him.
Only the dragon took the time to stop and make sure Serrah was properly on her feet before stumbling onward. The green-eyed girl took a moment to throw a tight hug around the dragon's muzzle before he left her, ignorant to the foolishness her actions may have been. A dragon was in pain, and she'd never been one to let someone wounded lie unattended...
As Wyldfyr lumbered on, Serrah couldn't quite bite back a concerned question. "What happens to him now?"
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Post by Wyldfyrstar on Oct 28, 2007 22:07:44 GMT -5
What sounded like thunder came quickly to the group as Kygan and her dragon Kyndl came into view, telling them the bad news. Poor Wyldfyr... Sam thought, gazing at the red dragon, concerned for it's safety. "I don't know..." She then gazed at the Dragon Booster. "So, will he be staying at Penn Stables? Or is he going to come with us to look for Kitt?" She asked.
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Post by Dana Phantom on Nov 2, 2007 22:06:01 GMT -5
At first, Wyldfyr resisted the hug, but then with a whimper leaned into it, nuzzling Serrah gently. A similar whimpering groan was heard from the other Red-Boned Dragon, upon which Kygan quickly fell to soothe. He was dogged: tired, sore, and injured. They would have to retire for the day, perhaps the week. Upon further inspection, none of the Dragons were doing all too much better. None suffered from the energy drain or second attack as Kyndl did, but the first attack was grueling. Nothing else would be done today.
"Yes, Wyldfyr will return to Penn Stables. Kitt..." Dragon Booster paused. They needed to find her. But they needed rest and a plan. "He will help us find Kitt. If anything will help us find her, it will be him." Wyldfyr looked up at the mention of his name, watching everyone with near-empty yellow eyes. The bristling intensity in his tense muscles showed that the Dragon Booster would be proven right. On his honor, he would find Kitt.
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