The white and pink blossoms fell silently off of the tree, landing softly and quietly, like small snowflakes, onto the pale white dragoness under the tree. She laughed softly to herself, looking down at the piece of scroll that rested in her talons. She let out a breath of relief, curling her tail in. Peace. Harmony. Bliss. The wonderful music of a world where everything was right. She smiled, and rested her eyes. She laid her head on her front talons.
Oh three moons.
I can't take it.
Her laugh. Her smile. And there's the voice in the back of my head, yelling at me to admit it.
You love her.
I love her.
And I always push it back. Because she's my best friend. And I don't want to ruin it. She's perfection in every color changing scale. She's amazing. If only I could admit that.
Like.. Viride would be SO MAD at him for even considering killing her. She’d yell at him, give him a good lecture, and in all honesty probably find a way to confiscate his phone and most weapons for a month xD
(Deathclock would be so flustered; ESPECIALLY when she wouldn’t remember it and ask what’s wrong)
Viride and Deathclock had known each other for several months now, and had become great friends(or more but both of them were too oblivious to notice). They were still neighbors at that hideout, and had gone on a lot of risky adventures. Bex was still a bit of a problem, but had mostly faded into the background. Along with Timehunter, Deathclock’s mysterious uncle who was probably dating her.
Viride was passed out in her old, falling-apart recliner(hey, she got it from a thrift shop), a bag of chips on her lap. Snoring filled the air, but it was abruptly interrupted with a scream as Deathclock’s cellphone(which was on her desk) started ringing.
“AAAAAAH-” she started to yell, startled, before realizing the noise was just his phone. She yawned, blinking, and tossed the chips to the floor as she started towards it.
Viri picked it up, and glanced at the caller ID- anonymous. Probably another one of his calls. She sighed and headed towards her door, unlocking it and looking towards his door.
“Deathclock!” she hollered, walking up to it and knocking. “Deathclock! You have another one of your calls!”
Deathclock, at the sound of Viri's voice, almost instanly poked his head out of the door. He looked at his phone in her talons.
"Huh. I was wondering where that was. Thanks." He took the phone from her, then looked at the ID. He blinked, closing his door without another word.
He pressed the answer button, and put the phone close to his ear.
A voice came from the other end.
"Hello. Is this the assassin Deathclock?"
"Yes, indeed. Why do you ask?"
"I have a... problem that must be dealt with. I willing to offer a hundred and fifty dollars for her disappearance."
A hundred and fifty? Who would offer so much for a death?
"Name and look?"
"Viride, a local thief. Black scales, hybrid..."
Deathclock froze as the caller went on. His mind was racing as the description was more and more familar.
"I'll meet you in the alleyway between building 3600 and 3601 on Waiston street. Understood?"
The phone clicked off as the other dragon hanged up. Deathclock pulled his phone away from his ear and looked at it. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. It was his brother inciddent all over again. He looked at his door. A hundred and fiftty? Who would offer that MUCH for someone like Viri? As far as he knew, she hadn't stolen for quite a bit.
What had he just agreed to? Killing someone who was basically a best friend to him?
Oh, no. Hundred and fifty was a reasonable price. And he had made a vow... That he had lived by for his entire assassin life. What was be suppose to do? He was never this scared to kill someone! He had killed tons of best friends!
“Mmmph,” Viri mumbled, letting out a muffled yawn. This is what I get for staying up til one, she thought, turning back towards her room. A pretty IceWing was standing awkwardly at the end of the corridor, and happened to be looking in her direction.
“What’re you looking at?” she asked, slight irritation flashing in her gaze. She knew most of the dragons that lived here, but this one looked new. And no doubt curious about what went on around here.
“...nothing,” the IceWing muttered, and receded back into her room, closing the door with a click. She shrugged and went back into her room, sitting back down on her recliner.
Her room was a mess. Gaming controllers(hey, she felt she deserved a little entertainment) lay askew below the TV, and snack bags and wrappers covered covered the floor. Her blankets were all rumpled, and pizza box lay on the bed.
Letting out a groan, she rubbed her face and went into the bathroom. If she had to clean, she at least didn’t want to be half asleep.
She splashed some water on her face, sighed, and went back into her room. ...You know what, Deathclock will probably help me, Viride thought, and walked back out into the hall.
“‘Ey!” she knocked on the door again. “How would you like to help me with... cleaning!”
A snort sounded down the hall and she whipped around to find that same IceWing there. She blushed a little and froze when Viri looked at her, and quickly went back into her room.
“Alr-” She barely had time to get a word in edgewise before Deathclock slammed the door in her face. Viride blinked, confused, then slowly meandered towards her door. I guess the call was bad, she thought, glancing back at his door.
“I could help.”
Viri jumped, whipping out her dagger and pointing it at the source of the voice. That IceWing jumped back, holding up her talons.
“What the heck do you want,” Viri growled, seriously weirded out.
“Nothing,” she said calmly. “Just... though I could help. Since your, um, friend didn’t seem to be exactly eager to.”
“....I’m good...,” the hybrid muttered, sheathing her dagger. “I’m just gonna.. go now.. bye!”
She threw open her door and slammed it behind her, making sure to lock it. Viri scowled at it, then went to pick up her phone. She opened it, went on to the message app and tapped on Deathclock’s contact.
“u r a turd >://,” she texted. She paused for a moment, then added, “dont think i didnt see how clean ur room was. also help this icewing keeps trying to talk to me im suspicious. use ur intimidation powers or something.”
Deathclock was basically zoning out with possible ways to avoid killing Viri but still get his money, when his phone dinged. He looked at the message from Viri. He sighed, but texted back.
"Viri this is a place with suspicious characters. and no i dont have intimidation powers just because im an assassin what do you mean what the heck viri. but ill help maybe later"
He couldn't help thinking. Icewings. There were a few here, not too many, though. Three, four, maybe seven? He really didn't know. Then he heard another knock at his door. Sighing, he went to answer it.
"Viri, I told you-" But then he realized it wasn't Viri. It was Timehunter, his mysterious uncle. He blinked.
"Oh, um, hello, Clock."
"Oh, um, yes. I was wondering... Perhaps we could catch up on a few things? Since it's been a long time."
Deathclock blinked. "You've been here for seven months. And now your asking me?"
"Well, yes, since... Well, you don't have too if you don't want too."
Deathclock shook his head. "Sorry, uncle. I have things to take care of. Maybe later."
"Oh, well, yes-"
Deathclock slammed the door. He heard a sigh from the other side, and talons clicking away. Deathclock gave his own sigh. Sorry, uncle. But this is important.
Viride rolled her eyes at his reply. She quickly typed, “i knowwww but none of them have actually paid any ATTENTION to me ok. and maybe later?!?? maybe later ill DIE bc u werent there to save me >:(((”
She paused, then texted, “cmon stop being an old fart and HELP ME. why r u so grumpy this morning u were fine earlier??”
With a sigh, she placed her phone on her desk and went to cleaning. She picked up the empty chip bags and wrappers, stuffed them in a bag, then threw it towards the door. Her bed was all rumpled, which she quickly straightened out, and then looked back at her floor.
Deathclock rolled his own eyes when he read Viri's text back. "viri im not grumpy. ur forgetting i have an assassination this morning i cant help. and if you die ill avenge u or something cheesy like that. they all know very well that im friends with u so anyone who is sane enough wont think of attacking u"
He thought for a moment. "unless that icewing is part of bexs crew. then youll probably be dead by the time i get back lol"
He chuckled, but his face turned serious again. This was no time for joking. He was supposed to kill Viri, and if he didn't, then not only would he lose money and break a vow, but then this guy would probably hire someone else to get her. Which would probably mean he would have to be her bodyguard. Though he pretty much was already, since they lived in a place with a bunch of criminals hiding from the cops.
One of those criminals probably happening to be Bex.
Viride heard her phone ding and went over to it. She sighed and sat down, texting back, “well dang thanks a lot. u do realize that if im dead i wont care about ur cheesy avengement?? and i didnt think of bex?? crap now im scared good job at this whole comforting thing.”
She paused, rereading his text, then added, “oh wait who r u killing again?? how do u find them too that always puzzles me... like u have secret tracking powers or something.”
Deathclock pulled out a book from his bookcase, briefly looking at the cover when he heard his phone give a ding. He looked at it, and did hesitate for a minute.
"caller mostly tells me as much info i need. and why does it matter who im killing??? geez im an assassin u dont have to be so nosy"
Deathclock eyed his closet. A handle of a vaccum stuck out, in mint condition. He had only used it once. Probably because he barely ever went to his room, since so many assassin requests. His room was never really messy.
“ohhhhhhh that makes more sense than magical stalking powers. also is it bad to ask questions?? im NOSY u know this ok. i was just CURIOUS GEEEZ,” she texted back, standing up. “also yes thank u can u drop it off?? im cleaning since ur being unhelpful”
Viri set her phone back down on her desk and sighed. She surveyed her room for the hundredth time, reluctant to continue, but went to her X-Box and started to put the gaming controls away.
Deathclock nodded. Right now, he had to inorge this. If he had to kill her? Fine. It didn't feel right, but he had killed lots of close friends before. Mostly because others sent assassination requests for them or they tried to kill him when they realized what he did.
He took out the vaccum, and got out of his room. He laid the vaccum in front of Viri's door, and knocked. "Yo! Here it is!"
Deathclock blinked when the duster was thrust into his talons, and let out a little wince at Viri's words. "Have I not told you? I have an assassination! A hundred and fifty whole dollars! Then again, I could be getting cheated." He randomly dusted a cobweb that was hanging in the corner of the room.
He glanced at Viri. A locked door was all that needed to happen. He already had a dagger in his pocket. Then again.... It just didn't feel right. Why would someone offer so much money for someone so low in the criminal pyramid? There were millions of theives out there. Viri was just one of them.
Viri rolled her eyes. “Well, you haven’t exactly been rushing to get there, so I figured you’d be more than happy to help. And you’d probably scare off that IceWing, so ha.”
She stuck her tongue out at him briefly, then turned and started up the vacuum. It was a little noisy, but all vacuums were, and she started on the far side of her room. That was where the dust and crumbs were worse, because of the gaming station.
“Yo! Stop cowering in the corner and clean. Over here is pretty dusty.” She motioned to the little table below the TV, where the Xbox and gaming stuff was. Viride pointed towards one of her shelves, saying, “Here too. That’s also dusty.”
Deathclock took the duster to Viri's shelves, and began dusting. Some dust came up his nose, and he sneezed. A small sneeze, and he hated to say it, but it was close to one of a kittens. He looked at the table below the TV, and blinked.
"Ya know, this place is a mess. What were you doing? Having a party I didn't know of or was invited to? Did the Sandwing from the bar upstairs come?" He joked, taking his attention to the noticable dusty top of the Xbox.
He gave it a light, very delicate dust. Viri was unwary. He could easily drive something sharp into her right now. Of course, he wouldn't really like to do it here. Outside would have lots less witnesses.
Plus, he probably would be kicked out of he got blood on the floor.
(Deathclock’s theme animal is now a kitten confirmed)
Viri heard Deathclock’s small sneeze through the noise, and had to bit her tongue as to not laugh. She tried to maintain a normal expression as she answered.
“Pfff, think you would’ve heard the music from your room,” Viri said above all the noise, now vacuuming near her bed. “And honestly I think most of it was from that gaming night challenge thing we had last week or so. Which I so beat you at because I’m a pro at gaming.”
Deathclock chuckled. "Well, we assassins don't usually spend there nights playing Call of Duty on an Xbox. Or on anything, actually. Though Sib was different. Hacker, game nerd, assassin. Ha. I miss that old scoundrel."
Too bad I killed him.
"Point is, I don't see why I have to clean this, when you can easily ask the dragons that-" He stopped. "No, actually. I can see why you asked me. Probably the most trustworthy dragon here. To you, at least."
Then again, I might stab you in the back right now. Literally.
Deathclock shrugged. "Quit. Never saw him again. And, no everyone here is so bad, y'know. I happen to know a few that you might find interesting. Like Emily. And Dazzle. But I'm quite flattered." He finished dusting the last piece of dust on the table, and looked at Viri.
“Oh. And you’ll have to introduce me to them sometime,” Viri commented, shrugging. She turned the vacuum off, satisfied with her cleaning, and looked up at Deathclock. “Alright! Done! See, that wasn’t so bad. Now you can go on to do your assassination.”
She was about to hand the vacuum to Deathclock, but jerked her talon back, thinking. “Wait, you said I could keep this, right? Could I? Might need to use it again sometime soon..”
Deathclock nodded. "Sure, you can keep it. I don't really need it. As for Dazzle and Emily, you can meet them right now. There usually here. That is, unless Dazzle is out scheming something. It's been a long time since I've talked to them, but I've seen them around." He handed Viri the duster.
“Alright, then,” Viride mumbled, looking a little displeased at the prospect of meeting new dragons so soon. She took the duster and vacuum, stashing them in her closet.
“Well, let’s go!” she called, heading for the door. She paused as she got to it, and looked back at Deathclock with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Though I thought you had a very important, high-stakes assassination to go do, but hey, I’m not complaining.”
The Rainwing perked up when she saw Viri. "Ooooo~ Deathclock! Who's this?"
"Viride, my-" He was cut off by the Rainwing. "Your newest girlfriend! Ahhh!" She got up, coming towards Viri, taking her talons, and shaking it. "Hiya! I'm Dazzle~! Y'know, I use to have a crush on Deathy! But I learned that he's all serious and boring and bleh sometimes. Not really my type of gut, y'know? But it's totally cool if you like that! Yeah, he is pretty handsome, and he can be pretty fun and funny and great!"
"Dazzle, stop." The Icewing said. She gave a slight look at Viri, signaling she had seen the slight scowl she had given her.
Deathclock was trying to catch up with what Dazzle was saying, but he did catch the fact that she thought Viri was his new girlfriend, and he had gotten quite red.
Viri felt her snout turning red as Dazzle chattered on, and quickly shot Deathclock a help me look.
“Uh, er, no, no we aren’t, um, dating, just friends,” Viride finally stuttered, trying to keep herself from turning too red. She gave the IceWing(Emily, she assumed), an apologetic look, then turned her focus back to Dazzle.
“But, um, yeah. Nice to meet you,” she said after a small pause.
Deathclock sat beside the three Dragonesses as Emily began speaking.
"Were usually outside. I'm a thief, actually. Dazzle and me are a team. She makes up the plans, I further them. All for good reason of course. Other then that, we usually hang around the bar, making up jokes. The occasional stake out, heh. What about you?"
“Oh,” Viri smiled a little bit and nodded her head towards them. “I’m a thief too. Not a big one, mind you, I just steal what I need.” She paused, thinking of her Xbox. “Okay, maybe some more too. But still. Not a major one. Though I am good.”
She looked over at Deathclock and smirked, then pointed at him. “He’s a witness of my greatness. Right?”
Emily grinned. "Cops, ey? That's always happened to-" She stopped aruptly, and stared somewhere. When Dazzle followed her gaze, she froze too.
Deathclock looked confused as he followed both there gaze's, that saw it. Or rather, her.
The black Swiftwing looked even more dangerous-and attractive-then usual. Her cyan mane hung loosely, a side of it hiding her left eye. Her smirk could have been used as a weapon. Anything about her could be used as a weapon. The dragon who he hoped inorged them was coming straight up to the four of them.
Viri was the last to notice Bex walking up to them.
“What-” she started, following everyone’s gaze, and nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw Bex. Oh god oh god this is why I normally stay in my room most of the time, she thought, getting all jittery.
Slowly, she reached for her water glass and took a sip. It was cold, still, and more water was accumulating on the outside of it. She nearly dropped it when she went to put it back, and tried her most relaxed and hopefully not terrified smile.
The fact that the bar Sandwing was humming happily really didn't suit what was happening right now.
"That's right~" Bex mused. "Deathclock! Viri! It's been so long since I've seen you two! Always on your crazy dates-"
"There not dates." Deathclock scowled. Bex blinked, and for a slight minute, her smirk flickered. Deathclock realized he had made a great mistake.
"Of course there not! After all, you two are just very good friends. The best, in fact. I've never seen a quite a friendship like you two have!" She targeted her attention on the other two. "Emily! Dazzle! My, my. I excepted you two to be out robbing a bank or something!"
Dazzle and Emily were both quiet, but Emily gave an eye roll. Brave?
Or horribly stupid, like I was just being?
Bex didn't quite pay much attention to them, and looked back at Viri and Deathclock. "So~... What have you two been up to?"
Deathclock blinked. "I don't have... flashbacks." Lies. Big, big lies.
"But what this it matter to you?" Deathclock calmly asked Bex. "About the assassinations, I mean."
Bex shrugged. "Your uncle was wondering. He wanted me to ask you." Deathclock blinked, not to sure if he should believe that or not. Deathclock looked at Viri. "Let's be real, Mario Kart is un real. Dragons riding mini carts with these weird creatures is the most absurd thing I've ever seen."
(He doesn't actually thinks that XD)
(He just hates to admit loosing)
(At least in front of dragons like Bex and the bar Sandwing and Emily and Dazzle)
“Mhmm,” Viri muttered, but got the drift. When he started insulting Mario Kart, however, she got a little more heated. “EXCUSE YOU, but Mario Kart is THE BEST. And don’t deny it, you were having fun, you little.. uh..” She paused, scratching the back of her head. “Okay, I can’t think of a good insult to use, but you know what I mean!”
(In the canon Viriclock thread, he will play a part...)
"Well, I dont know. Lizard? Lyer? Pea-Brained piece of crocodile spot?" He joked. Bex rolled her eyes, obviously getting annoyed. "Wellllll.... You two have fun now." She smirked at Deathclock, who had to keep himself from scowling. As he watched her walk away, he let out a sigh of relief when he was sure she couldn't hear them anymore.
"That was weird." He said.
"Defintely." Emily replied, giving Deathclock a little fright. He had almost forgotten she and Dazzle were still there. "Why was she so interested in you two anyways?"
Emily pulled down her jacket sleeve, revealing a watch. "Quarter after twelve." She replied, before looking at Viri again. "I'm not too hungry. Bernard knows how to cook." She said, pointing to the bar Sandwing.
Deathclock blinked. "That's his name?" Emily shrugged. "I dunno. He just tells us to call him that when we ask. He says it's not his real name, though." She took a sip of a red liquid from a cup that was sitting in front of her.
Bernard nodded with a grin, but waited to see if the others wanted anything. "Ooooo!" Dazzle chirped. "I'll have a tomato sandwich! But no crust. Crust is all crusty and bleh. The middle is what you want. Oh, and cook the bread before you put in the tomato! And put lettuce! And mayo!" She smiled, and looked at Deathclock.
Deathclock shrugged. "I'm good." Bernard nodded, and disappeared into a room that was behind the counter.
Deathclock looked at the others. "...So. Anyone seen any good movies lately?"
"I mean, like, on anything. I dunno, I'm bor-" He was interrupted by the small clang of Bernard putting a salad in front of Viri. He also put a ranch bottle beside the plate of salad, before putting a sandwich on a plate in front of Dazzle, who grinned.
"That was fast." Deathclock mumbled as the Sandwing went back to washing cups.
“Yes thank you!” Viri chirped, stabbing into the salad with her fork. She put a little dressing on it, then pushed that to the side and resumed to eat her food. She finished quickly, and slid the bowl towards Bernard.
“Eh, I’m kinda bored too.. wait, anyone want to play Mario Kart? I think I have some more controllers in my room.”
"Mario Kart? I'll have you know that I'm a complete master at that game. No one has ever beat me before." Emily boasted, as Bernard took the plate and disappeared into the room again.
Dazzle grinned. "I wanna play, too! I love racing games! Even though I usually loose. And that makes me kinda mad sometimes, y'know? But totally!" She finished the her sandwich with very quick speed, and pratically jumped out of her chair. "Come one, c'mon!"
Deathclock rolled his eyes. "Let's go then." He got up. He was still thinking about the assassin request. Now he knew who sent it. And displeasing her? Then he AND Viri might stumble upon an unfourtanate fate.
“Ha, well we’ll see about that,” Viride challenged Emily, getting up as well. She looked back at Deathclock with a slight frown. “Oh, don’t roll your eyes, you had fun playing it and you know it. Yeesh, you've been so grumpy today.”
She led the way down the stairs, and just as she predicted, the lavender-white flash of an IceWing’s snout disappeared behind a closing door.
“SEE!” Viri whirled around and pointed at Deathclock. “SEE! I TOLD YOU! THAT’S THE ICEWING! I SWEAR!”
Deathclock blinked. He had seen the Icewing snout to. "How do you know if there stalking you? They could have been going out, but then she forgot something, so she quickly went back in. It's a theory."
“Deathclock,” Viri started, hurriedly unlocking her door. She swung it open and looked at him, eyes serious. “That IceWing has been doing that- hurriedly closing the door every time I’ve walked out into the hall- like she’s up to something. If that’s not suspicious I don’t know what is.”
She walked into her room, holding it open for the others, and ran over to the TV.
“Here.” She pushed a box of game CDs towards the group. “Search for Mario Kart while I get the controllers set up, ’kay?”
Emily let out a small frusterated gasp, getting back in the game as soon as she could. She needed to get back her position. She had to win. Sure, Deathclock or Dazzle were going to be the one who lost, so she didn't have to worry about buying th food, but coming in second?
Remembering a shortcut she had learned on YouTube, she quickly decided to use it. It wasn't too hard. When she came up, she was much closer to Viri now. Almost on top of her, you could say.
Emily thoughts were cut off by Viri's shrieking, in which Dazzle and Deathclock both looked at her with a wild expression.
Emily let out a cry of distress when a blue shell hit her. "NO! NO!" She cried, pressing every button she knew that made the kart move. But she knew it. She was going to loose. But she didn't want to admit it.
There was such a craze look in her eyes as she tried to do SOMETHING that she accidently let out a burst of frostbreath, which covered the TV.
"Oh, whoa, whoa. I didn't mean it. I'm not use to useing... That." She coughed, a few sparks of frost coming out her mouth. "And I'm use to loosing." She blinked at the TV. "I'll totally pay for a new-"
"No, no. I'll do it." Deathclock volunteered. "I have the money."
Viri jumped back when Timehunter, Deathclock’s uncle, burst through the door.
“You interrupted our very heated argument of who lost,” she complained, looking at Timehunter. “And yikes, you could’ve just knocked, you know? That’d have been a lot more preferable to BUSTING MY DOOR OPEN.”
Timehunter blinked at Viri's comment, and narrowed his eyes at her. "Right, right, well, thief hybrid, this is a very important moment, so if a door much be busted open then it must." He then looked at Deathclock.
"OK, GET OVER HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO DIE!" He shouted.
Deathclock blinked. He was almost considering the possibility of this guy being possessed by like an alien.
Deathclock got up. He walked over to his uncle, who, out of no where, grabbed his wrist, pulled him out of Viri's room, and slammed the door behind him.
Emily blinked. Then she looked at the other two.
"...Well, what are we waiting for? Let's 'overhear' their conversation."
“...‘thief hybrid’?” Viride asked, looking at him quizzically as he dragged Deathclock out of the room. She glanced at Emily and Dazzle. “Wouldn’t ‘hybrid thief’ be better? In terms of grammatical sense? Is he alright?”
She shrugged to herself, but nodded at Emily’s suggestion. The hybrid creeped towards the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"What was that for?" Deathclock countered, growling.
"Not now, boy! I have something very important to tell you!"
"Well it can-"
"It's about Bexel."
Deathclock blinked. "What about her?"
"She's planning to kill your best friend! That hybrid! That thief! Viribe! Bex has hired some low level assa-"
"Her name's Viride. But I call her Viri."
"Well, yes, that doesn't matter. That lowlife assassin if coming-"
"Lowlife? Is that what I am?" Deathclock asked.
Timehunter blinked, before Deathclock's words went through his head. When they did, he let out a horrified gasp. "She didn't-She wouldn't-"
Deathclock shrugged. "Well, she did. For a hundred and fifty, too."
Timehunter looked so mortified Deathclock almost worried he had just had a heart attack. He was gripping his chest quite hard. "Why, your own best friend. She wants you to kill your best friend! Oh, of all the horrors..."
(I love how their just talking out in the open XD)
(Like they totally forgot they live in a public place)
(And when they open the door they’ll just see three dragonesses all listening to their conversation like what)
Viri froze when her name was mentioned. Her blood turned cold and she felt a familiar sinking(or drowning? Falling?) feeling that she got whenever something bad happened. She stared blankly at the door as a whirlwind of sound stormed through her mind.
“why does it matter who im killing??? geez im an assassin u dont have to be so nosy.”
“Besides, I know exactly where my target is, so I'm not worrying.”
“No assassinations, hmm?”
It all made sense now.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe as she tried to comprehend what she was hearing.
He wouldn’t kill her though, right? Not her, his best friend? And maybe even his hopeful girlfriend?
She felt weird admitting it, but she had developed a crush on the DeathWing over the months, though it started when they first met. And she thought he’d felt the same too, just too shy to admit it(as she was).
Before Viride could control herself, she threw open the door and looked at the two DeathWings, one absolutely terrified/disgusted, and the other one a little more aloof yet worried.
(I’m screaming hooo boy actually got some emotion from him)
“I don’t want to hear it,” she growled through her teeth. Her blue eyes burned with rage, as did every part of her stature. The freckly photophores that were sprinkled on her scales burned too, brighter than the brightest star.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
She paused, opening her mouth, but unsure what to say. She shook her head a little, glancing at his red eyes, which echoed shame and guilt and something else. Quickly she looked down, wanting to avoid looking at him.
The words came to her.
“I suppose I considered the fact that you might get a call to kill me, but I never thought you would actually do it. I thought, you, well, we were, or um, well-” Her face turned a little red. “-nevermind, it’s not important. I just-”
She stopped again, rage seeping into her mind once again, and sighed. “Know what, nope, I’m not dealing with this right now. I’m gonna get some air, and don’t think you can just run after me apologizing your heart out and think it’ll be okay, because it won’t.”
Viride stormed towards the stairs, leaving the four of them behind. Five, she supposed, if that IceWing was there watching.
When she got to the stairs she grabbed the railing, but didn’t take any steps. She looked behind her and into Deathclock’s eyes again, but another emotion dropped into her gaze. One more powerful and devastating than rage or fear, which in fact didn’t show. One that could leave a dragon at their knees in an instant.
(THIS IS THE MOST DRAMATIC AND ANGTSYEST ROLEPLAY I'VE EVER DONE)
(I'M CRYING INFINITY)
(AND I FRICKEN LOVE IT)
Dazzle gasped as she watched Viri go. She looked at Deathclock, something flaming in her eyes. What was it? Disappointment like Viri's? Fear? Shame for considering she used to have a crush on him?
Whatever it was, she passed the two Deathwings, and began crawling up the stairs, her ears down.
"She's right, y'know."
Deathclock looked at Emily.
"I've never met anyone who would try to kill there best friend. Espiecally not when they put some much trust in them." She then followed after Dazzle, her face hardened.
Deathclock blinked. He chuckled. He laughed like a maniac, tears welling in his eyes. This morning, Viri and him were as close as could be. And now? It wasn't even dinner time, and she already hated him. How ironic.
And it all started with a phone call.
Gently, he took his phone out of his pocket. He looked down at it. With a cry of rage, he slammed it on the floor, and stepped on it. The phone maybe a satifying crunch. He kept on stomping on it, till it was nothing more then a pile of broken gizmos.
Then he wrapped his wings around him, and cried. He didn't try to hide it. He didn't care it. They ran down his skull, under his skull, and he didn't care. He had never cried since he was a Dragonet. And it felt so good.
He knew what Rala would do if she caught like this. But for the first time in his life, he didn't care. He just lost his love of his life. His friends.
Deathclock had forgotten about his uncle. He looked up at the other Deathwing, feeling like a Dragonet again.
"Should I leave?"
No. Don't leave. Help me. Help me get her back. Help me sort everything out.
Timehunter nodded, and turned away. But before he could take a step to the stairs, Deathclock spoke again.
"Oh, and uncle? I wish you had never told me that. I already knew about it."
Deathclock's uncle nodded, and took a step, but Deathclock spoke again.
"You also knew."
"Go. Go back to your girlfriend and tell her what a good job you did on costing me my best friend."
"For costing me my love."
Timehunter didn't speak. He merely went towards the stairs again, and took a step up, but he heard the final words muttered by his nephew.
"I wonder what dad would think of you right now."
Timehunter didn't let him see the tear that rolled down his cheek.
Deathclock sat there. The tears had stopped. He blinked. He looked down at his broken phone. It wasn't the phone's fault. It wasn't my uncle's fault. He thought, in realization.
A image flashed through his head. The smug grin, shiny black scales, cyan mane covering one eye....
It was her fault.
That was his final thought before his brain clicked, and he pulled out his dagger.
"Viri!" Emily called. "Viri! Where are you?" She and Dazzle were out on the streets, looking for the hybrid. Since she said she wanted air, they assumed she had gotten out. Unless they hadn't seen her in the main area...
Viride was sitting on top of a nearby building, wings curled around herself. Tears had begun to stream down her face, which she hadn’t bothered drying. Her ears pricked up when she heard her name, but twitched down when she realized it was Dazzle and Emily.
She didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.
She just wanted to sit in silence.
Her mind kept wandering back to what Deathclock had said.
“Beauty on the inside and the outside.”
Why had he said that if he knew he was going to kill her? Surely to accept the call he must not have thought that.
He couldn’t of loved her.
Stop thinking about him, she thought, rubbing her face. He’s not worth your time.
"Vi-" Dazzle was about to shout, but Emily covered her mouth with her wing. She had spotted Viri. Well, it could have been Viri. Ethier way, she could take the hint. "Viri!" She called out one more time. "If you want some privacy, then me and Dazzle will leave you. Just know that if your ready to talk, you can always come to us.
"I really hope your there, cause other why's I'm making an utter fool of myself!" She nodded at Dazzle, and the both went back inside the hideout, closing the garbage can tin on there way.
Emily sighed. I don't believe-
He thoughts were cut off by a scream. Dazzle's scream.
She rushed up to her. She had already done the passcode. "Dazzle, what-"
But she saw.
Deathclock was pinning Bex down, a knife to her throat. He looked craze. It was a muderous expression she had never seen before.
Blood was drizzling down Bex's throat, but she just smiled like a maniac, though Deathclock was begining to make her gag.
Bex's employees were trying to pull him off, including others(though somehow they were failing), while others were just standing there, dazed. Emily blinked.
Without thinking, she quickly ran over and tried to help pry him off along with the others. They did succeed, but Deathclock suddenly snarled like a wild cat, clawing despreatly, trying to get back to his prey.
Sketch pulled up a dish towel to Bex's throat, but she just gave Deathclock a toothy smile as he was pulled away by the others. Emily didn't see anything in Deathclock's eyes other then blind rage.
Why was he acting like this? Why no-
She remembered the conversation they had 'overheard' of Timehunter and Deathclock. She remembered Bex's voice when she and Dazzle first met Viri.
“GO AWAY!” Viri yelled at them, glaring at their receding shapes. She stood up, ready to throw something in case they came back. When they didn’t, she sat down, but jumped back up when she heard the faintest whisp of a scream.
“What the heck is that,” she muttered to herself, but sighed and walked to the other side of the building, gliding off. The trash can that marked the entrance to the hideout was in place, and with a groan she realized that was were the noise was coming from.
She rolled it aside and climbed down, scraping it back over her head. Noise sounded from behind the door as she did the passcode, and froze at what she saw.
Taking out her own dagger, Viri stepped into the lobby. “What the heck is going on?”
“Help you what?” Viri growled, staying where she was. She looked at Emily as if she was crazy, and wanted to correct her about the whole “boyfriend” part, but didn’t. “Stop him from killing BEX?! Hello, have you gone insane? Why would I help out Bex?! She’s the reason all this is happening!”
The hybrid leaned against the wall, looking defiant. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Emily huffed. "Should have seen this coming." Emily huffed. Sure, she didn't like Bex any more then Viri did, but killing? That was wrong. Then again, Deathclock was an assassin, and she was totally fine with that.
Maybe I should let Bex die. Why am I not letting her die?
She looked at Dazzle, who looked terrified. Her heart tinged.
That's why. Dazzle has never killed anyone, never less seen anyone die. I don't want to scar her. Deathclock can kill Bex, but no in front of Dazzle.
Emily looked around. The janitors closet was right there.
With surprising strength, she opened the door, and slammed Deathclock in, quickly closing it. He began banging on it, and Emily tried to keep it closed.
"Yo! Anyone have the keys?"
Though she didn't see how, someone threw her a silver key, and she quickly locked the door. She stepped away from it, and the banging it continue. She snarled at Bex. "Better run. Cause when he manages to get out? I'm not saving you this time."
She looked around the lobby. "Or any of you, in fact." She stomped away to the stairs that led to the rooms, and Dazzle quickly followed after her.
Bex just grinned. "My, how dramatic this have got. Oh well. Soon enough, he'll be placed in a mental hospital." She smirked at the janitor's closet. "It's really not such a bad place." She walked out, her crew behind her.
The bar Sandwing hummed happily, as if nothing had happened. No one knew what was going on his mind.
“Consider yourself saved by the VAAAAAAAALIANT Viride, saver of idiots she should really not being saving under the current circumstances,” Viri shouted at him while she looked for the key. It was lying on the floor just in front of the door. She picked it up, but paused instead of unlocking it.
“I’m still really mad at you, ya know,” she grumped, crossing her arms across her chest. “What you did was not okay. Taking a job to kill me, that is. And I know that you’re probably going to be all like, ‘oh Viri, please forgive me! I would never kill you!’ when I let you out, so here’s what I have to say to that: don’t want to hear it; not now and not in the lobby. I’ll hear you beg for my forgiveness at nine tonight, on top of the building. You can do all your talking then, so when I let you out, don’t speak a word. Got it? I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
She didn’t wait for an answer before unlocking the door, then threw the key at the ground. The hybrid walked briskly towards the stairs, intending to head to her room. As she walked, she called, “Now please try not to kill anyone else, it’s very time consuming of me having to keep saving you.”
He blinked at the noise. At the voice. It wasn't a bad voice. A harmless voice. He didn't know why, but it was. He gently pushed the door opened with his snout. He sniffed at the key. He looked just in time to see a flash of scales disappear. He tilted his head.
He looked around. The bad one wasn't here. That made him angry. He wanted to kill the bad one. He couldn't remember why. He just wanted to.
He picked up the sharp thing on the closet floor. This is what he needed to kill her. He sniffed the air. The scent still hung. Other smells, too, but he didn't care about them. Only two mattered.
The scent of the bad one, and another scent, one that made him want to kill the bad one even more. He scrambled over, trying to catch it. It left the building. The entrance was wide opened. His eyes narrowed.
He quickly escaped from the building, hunting down that one scent.
Timehunter was a simple dragon. He had a girlfriend, who was really his ex now. He had a brother and sister in law, who both burned in a fire. He had two nephews, one who was dead, and the other who hated him.
He sighed. He was sitting in the boss of the hideout's office. The boss was no where to be found. He didn't know why. But he didn't care.
Viri collapsed onto her recliner, rubbing her snout as she looked at the time.
She groaned, knowing fully well that she was going to be bored to death for 8 hours. Footsteps sounded in the hall, then the click of a door closing.
Her ears perked up, then flicked down as she scowled. Probably just Deathclock heading to his room. She figured she should make sure he had gotten what she was saying- after all, he made no attempt to signal he got it.
The hybrid unlocked her door, then went over to his and knocked. “REMEMBER, I’m only going to listen to you try to apologize TONIGHT AT NINE, on top of THIS BUILDING. Just knock back if you got it.”
Emily blinked at the familar voice. She turned to the door. She went to it, and opened it. "...Viri?" Dazzle was behind her.
He wiped the blood from his mouth. It wasn't Bex's blood. It was from a now dead rat. He was hungry. He felt like he hadn't eaten for ages. Now, the average Deathclock wouldn't mind this, but whoever he was, he wasn't the assassin.
He sniffed the air. He blinked, a voice echoing through his head.
This was a nice voice. He didn't remember where he had heard it, but he didn't care anymore. He flapped his wings. A memory of knowing how to fly entered his mind, and he took off. He flapped, and landed on one building. He sniffed.
Perhaps that voice was helping him. He slinked into the shadows, curling up, waiting for his prey.
Viride stepped back when Emily and Dazzle opened the door. She gave them an even more puzzled look before saying, “Um, I take it that I heard someone else going into their room? Huh. And yeah, I’m giving him one chance and one chance only to explain his actions. Not sure he heard me when I told him, since he went straight outside.”
I swear Deathclock, if you got in more trouble I am so not saving you right now.
Emily blinked. "He went right outside? When you released him?" She blinked again. "Wait. You released him?" She was holding a black book, it's title in gold like letters.
History of Demons and Angels.
"I don't suppose you saw the expression in his eyes. It was just.... angry. Like he wasn't his self anymore." She blinked again. "Or I'm going crazy. That sounds like a possible option. Still..." She turned around, going back into the depths of the assassin's room. Dazzle looked after her, but turned back to Viri.
"Emily isn't acting like herself anymore. She says she thinks that book is a clue. To what, I don't know." She blinked. "Well, see you later, Viri. I hope you and Deathclock work it out."
“Well, yeah I released him; was I not supposed to?” She barely had time to ask it Before Dazzle closed the door in her face.
Well, looks like I’m going to have to go hunt him down. And that’s going to be wonderful. Tracking down an assassin who I’m now very mad at and is possibly literally insane.
Viri stomped back to her room(locking the door) and went to her closet. From there she grabbed a bag and the needed essentials: a bat, duct tape, flashlight(while she had night vision and it was day out, she figured she could use it to blind him if need be), and some clawless gloves. She packed all of it into the bag(minus the gloves, which she put on).
She also grabbed a black leather jacket that Deathclock had given her for her birthday. The hybrid took off her sweatshirt and put on the jacket instead. She figured she’d be flying a lot, possibly, and wanted to not overheat and die.
As Viride closed her closet doors, a flash caught her eye. Upon looking closer, she realized it was a blue diamond and black wire choker, something he had given her when they first met.
Might as well, she figured and put it on.
Making sure she had her dagger as well, she went down the hall and into the lobby(making sure to lock her door as she went out). All she hoped was that no one would notice her, since it was filling up again, and that was the last thing she needed.
Dazzle looked at the Icewing, who suddenly stopped, muttering something under her breath that was so quiet she couldn't quite hear it. She approached the dragoness. "Emily?... Are you alright?"
The dragon turned, and Dazzle squealed when she saw her eyes. They were glowing purple. Emily blinked, and they changed to normal. She gave a deep breath. "...Holy demons and angels." She muttered, before going to the back to the book and flipping through more pages.
"Dazzle?" She spoke.
"...Yes?" Dazzle replied nervously.
"Do you know where we can get some holy water?"
His eyes were drooping. He yawned. He hadn't been there for a while. But she wasn't here yet. The dragon he wanted to kill wasn't there yet.
Viri walked quickly to the entrance/exit, hoping she didn’t look too suspicious(after all, she literally had a bat sticking out of her bag). The door was open, which she quickly closed, and the trash can hadn’t been slid over the hole which allowed you to come in.
By all the moons, Deathclock, when I find you I am so going to murder you.
She slid the trash can back over the entrance, thinking of all the ways she could yell at him and what a close call that would’ve been. Police could’ve stumbled upon it and discovered the hideout, which she didn’t want to happen.
She rather liked this facility.
The hybrid let out a huff and launched herself onto the top of the next building, surveying the city as it spread out beneath her.
He blinked when he heard a noise, close to his sleeping spot. He hid closer in the shadows, looking for the source. It had to be her. The dragon he was looking for. The one who the voice said would be here.
He looked around. Black scales.
That was a trait of an appearance of the one he was looking for. Possible ways to kill her? Dagger. He looked at the sharp thing still in his talons. Vapor breath. One or two bursts could keep her from breathing.
Teeth. Claws. Slit neck.
He hissed lightly, his wings slightly springing up as he tried approaching his target from a hidden view. A small amount of green smoke hissed out of his mouth. He flexed his talons.
He blinked at the voice. At the light. This voice was the voice who he believed was helping him. He tilted his head. There was an angry tone. That angry tone mixed his voice sparked a depressed feeling inside him.
He didn't usually make that noise, but it just seemed confused, that matched his feeling.
Words that just didn't make sense to him clashed in his head. Strangest. Idiotic. Are. You.
“That’s not what I meant by explaining.” Viri crossed her arms, still gripping the flashlight and bat. Annoyance grew in her gaze as she tapped her foot against the building-top impatiently. “Do I have to repeat myself? Here, let me rephrase that, actually: why in the moons did you attack Bex like a lunatic- besides the obvious, I mean -and then run up and hide out here?!”
He snarled at the mention of Bex. He didn't like that word at all. He shook his head. He didn't need this dragon to help him. He liked her, but he already had a goal. He retreated into the shadows. She would understand. She was the one with the voice who told him to.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Viride groaned, uncrossing her arms. She glared at the DeathWing, who had backed up into the shadows again. She remembered Emily and Dazzle, looking through that old book, and figured they’d probably be able to help.
Just need to get him to them.
She glanced at her bat, then her flashlight, and then at her bag, where she knew duct tape was awaiting her. Plus he’ll be less likely to get caught inside, in addition to hopefully becoming his normal self, her mind whispered.
I can momentarily blind him with my flashlight, whack him on the head with the bat and hopefully knock him unconscious, then duct tape his limbs and drag him inside. Easy peasy.
“Sorry, Deathclock,” she mumbled as she swung the flashlight towards him.
His ears perked up at the voice speaking again, and hissed when a sudden bright light shone into his eyes. If he was in broad daylight, it wouldn't have effected him, but he was no longer him, and he was in the shadows.
He shut his eyes hard, growling, putting his talons in front of his eyes.
Viride ran forwards, dropping the flashlight, and whacked him square on the head, perhaps a little harder than she needed to, knocking him out. She dragged him out of the shadows, then unzipped her bag and grabbed the duct tape.
It was annoying work, but finally she had tied up his wrists and ankles, and taped his wings to his sides. She also taped his snout shut so if he woke up he wouldn’t start screaming or biting the bonds off.
With a sigh she packed everything away, throwing the bag strap over her shoulder, and frowned at Deathclock’s unconscious shape.
At least he’s pretty skinny, she thought, dragging him to the edge of the building. Viri grabbed his arms and tried to glide to the alleyway, but nearly fell out of the sky thanks to his added weight.
She landed clumsily on the ground, then pushed over the trash can over so she could push him down there.
Viride was able to get Deathclock into the lobby, carefully making sure everything was covered up and closed.
Of course, this was the hard part. Dragging him to his room without anyone getting too suspicious.
Especially Timehunter. If he came in and saw Deathclock’s bound and unconscious form, he might throw a fit.
All he remembered was a sharp pain before everything went black.
Timehunter had decided to stop his moping and get up from the office. He walked into the main area just to see everything was as normal as it could be.
That was what he needed. He opened his wings slightly. He was about to make his way towards the exit, but when he entered the hall to it, he saw Viride. His nephew's best friend. And possible love, from what he had said. She was carrying two bags, one rather black one, and the other one that looked normal.
"Oh, hello, hybrid thie-"
That's when he noticed one of the bags wasn't a bag at all.
It took all he had to not make some sort of loud noise. "Is-Is he....?"
He knew the hybrid was mad at the assassin Deathwing, but he never thought she would actually... ahem...
“Knocked out? Yes,” Viri snapped, crossing her arms and giving him an annoyed glare. She rolled her eyes at his terrified expression, and told him, “No, he’s not dead. Oh, and by the way, you missed the show: he freaking went insane and tried to kill Bex, so he got locked in a closet then let out and nearly got everyone caught by the cops and then I found him and knocked him out so- actually, you know what? Just help me drag him to his room and I’ll tell you what happened.”
She grabbed Deathclock by the wrists and started to drag him, looking at Timehunter to see if he was gonna help.
Timehunter blinked. "I mean.... How will you...?" He looked behind him at the main area, trying to think about what she had just said. Tried to kill Bex? Was she OK? What did it matter to him? He didn't like that insane Swiftwing anymore, not after what his nephew had said.
His nephew. Who was knocked out. And being dragged by his supposed ex-best friend.
“Just help me,” Viride growled, dragging him to the staircase. She frowned, really not wanting to have to push him down the stairs. As she went, she said, “Basically, what happened was that I heard a scream while outside getting some, um, air, and I come back in to see Bex with a slash in her throat and everyone holding Deathclock back. Emily asked me to help them- which I declined, seeing as why would I do Bex any favors? -and then she threw him into the janitor’s closet. Everyone left and then I let him out, and he immediately went outside, and I went to my room...”
Emily? Who was Emily? He chose not to ask, but merely helped Viri pick him up, looking frantically around in fear of someone catching them. They might think the wrong thing, as Timehunter first had. "That... doesn't sound like him. Then again, he might have changed from when he was a Dragonet. A live wire, he was, back then, but had a very good heart. Clumsy, however." He blinked. "Where are we taking him?" He refered to Deathclock.
“Well, then he’s definitely changed because Deathclock is one of the least clumsiest dragons I’ve ever seen,” Viri muttered, glancing back at Timehunter. “And his room. I’ll explain in a sec.
“So, anyways, I heard the closing of a door nearby, and I figured it was him coming back in. I went over, because, y’see, I had yelled at him before letting him out, and I wanted to make sure he had heard me yelling st him. Turns out the door I heard wasn’t his, because Emily and Dazzle were in there, looking for a way to bring him back to his normal self. I was pretty confused, but went to go grab stuff to find him and went outside, where I discovered that he freaking left the doors open, which could’ve gotten us all caught by the police.
“Then I went on top of the next building, trying to figure out how the heck I was gonna find him, when I heard a hiss and he was right behind me. That’s when I realized what they had meant by returning him to his former self, since he was literally acting like a wild animal, and whacked him on the head with a bat. Emily and Dazzle better be able to help or I’m going to punch something.”
They arrived at his door, which Viride knocked on rather loudly. “EMILY! DAZZLE! I think I have something that will help!”
"Yes, actually, we do." Emily replied. She muttered something else under her breath. She took a bag that was beside the table and pulled out three things: Two popsicale sticks glued togheter to make a cross, a bottle of what looked like water, and a golden necklace.
"Now, this is probably crazy, but if I'm right, this could work. There is a hitch." She looked at the dragon on the bed. "If it just so happens that there's a more secret meaning to why he was acting like that, if there's been something inside of him for a long time... He might not be the same." She blinked. "But I'm probably crazy, so ha. By the way, I have no idea how to use these things and I'm just going by all those probably fake ghost hunting shows."
Emily put the necklace around Deathclock's neck, sprinkled some of the bottle water onto his face, and picked up the cross. She then stood towering above him, and put the cross into the sky, muttering something.
"Yam lla eseht snomed ginvil edisni reverof evael." She whispered. She kept on repeating it, and repeating it, until her eyes almost lit up, and she gasped. And as if on cue, Deathclock's eyes snapped open, and he made a muffled noise, as his snout was tied close.
He looked around frantically, more muffled noises trying to come out.
"Well, I don't know! His mouth is fricken' tied shut!" She took a piece of duct tape that was keeping the assassin from speaking and ripped it off, causing him to shout in pain, causing the rest of the duct tape to also rip off when he snapped his mouth open.
"What-How-He-I Don't-" He suddenly began shouting a bunch of random things and Emily blinked. "Whoa! Whoa! Deathclock! Calm down!"
The Deathwing blinked. "Deathclock? That's what's he's named us? Why, well, of course he did! Taking my orginal name, and turning it into some... deadly fear striking thing!"
Emily blinked, and looked at Dazzle and Viri. The Deathwing's eyes seemed to light up when he saw Timehunter.
"Uncle! Your still here! I thought you were gone!" He said gleefully. "...Could you untie me?"
Emily looked at Viri. "Uh, the answer is no, I don't think he's himself."
Viride sighed, facetaloning. “Well great,” she muttered. She took out her talon and counted off all the weird things that had happened today. “First Deathclock gets a call to kill me, then we meet you guys, then my TV gets practically destroyed, next I find out Deathclock was going to kill me, then he goes insane and tries to kill Bex, next I knock him out with a bat, next it turns out he’s been possessed by a demon or something for all this time and finally, Deathclock is acting all weird and not himself.”
She sank to the floor, looking tired, and glanced at the time. “And it’s not even two. Great. Just. Freaking. Great.”
Dazzle giggled, and Emily gave her a glare, which shut her up. "Well, it's not like we can't change him to normal. I think there might be something about how to bring demons back inside but put them in a murderous rage somewhere in that book."
"No!" Deathclock gasped. "Please, no. Don't put me back with him. It was horrible. I didn't even have control of my own body for like, a million years! Though it was probably only eight."
Emily blinked. "Alright? Well, this isn't Deathclock, I can confirm that."
"No. I'm happy to say I'm not. I'm Clock. That's who I was meant to be, and who I want to be, and will." Deathclock blinked, then shook his head. "It's coming back to me. All those gruesome murders.... But then it just stops."
He turned his head to Viri. "And your the reason why." He almost whispered. "Um... But could anyone unstick me? Where's Venny?"
"Venny! Oh, wait, no. Venomcurse. That's her name, isn't it?" He blinked. Emily rolled her eyes, and ripped off another long piece of duct tape that was keeping one of Deathclock's wings bound. He gave another yelp.
"This is going to take a long time..." She muttered. She looked at Viri. "What are we supposed to do?"
“Why are you asking me?!” Viri nearly shouted, looking over at Deathclock. “Venomcurse is, uhhhh, somewhere...? I dunno, haven’t really seen her in a while. But let me guess: you have no idea who I am, do you?”
She sighed again, rubbing her forehead, and began pacing. What to do, what to do, what to do...
“I’VE GOT IT!” she suddenly yelled, clapping her talons together and pointing them at Deathclock. “HYPNOSIS! Make him think he’s Deathclock but not be inhabited by a demon or whatever! Ha, I’m a genius.”
(I’m laughing after all this time and he just says it so plainly)
“He’ll be a lot less mad at you if you bring Deathclock back,” Viride said, crossing her arms. “And if he isn’t I’ll make him. I can be very persuasive when I want to be, believe m-”
She froze when Dea- AHEM, Clock -spoke, her snout becoming almost as red as a tomato. The hybrid cleared her throat awkwardly, mumbling, “have to use the bathroom... one sec,” and dashed into the bathroom, closing the door after her.
Can’t be true.
Why on Pyrrhia would he accept the request to kill me if he did?
But why do I care? Not like I like him anymore, after all THAT.
(Deathy is going to be so mortified when he comes back only to discover Viri found out about his crush on her)
Viri came back into the main room after making sure her face wasn’t so red anymore, and caught the last scraps of their conversation.
“Trust me, you’ll be a lot happier as Deathclock again,” she mumbled, then looked over at Timehunter. She unclipped the necklace Deathclock had given her a long time ago, holding it out for him. “Need something shiny or whatever to hypnotize him with? ‘Cause I have this.”
(This short roleplay will probably come to a end with a heartfelt apology and maybe a kiss and ZOINKS it turns out it isn't canon XD)
Clock blinked. "So. Were really doing this. Not like there's a choice, heh. I only have my snout and my one wing unstuck, so, not like I'm gonna wim a fight." He looked at Viri. "...Hum. It's kinda weird. I didn't think he could feel real happiness with someone. Not after what happened to Sherry."
He looked at Timehunter, who took the necklace from Viri. He blinked at the necklace.
"Well." Timehunter said. "I guess I'm going to loose my old nephew again." He sighed. "After I lost everything too."
Clock grinned. "It's probably for the better, uncle. And if it makes you feel better, I'll try as hard as I can to remember you."
"Deathclock does remember me though." Timehunter sighed. "Just not as much as you do." He looked back at the dragon.
"For god's bloody sakes, JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Emily yelled.
Timehunter nearly dropped the necklace. "Alright." He sighed. He put the necklace in front of the Clock's face. He let it sway back and forth, and Clock kept his eyes on it. "You are getting sleepy." Timehunter finally muttered. Clock yawned. "When I snap my talons, you will wake up and become the same Deathclock. You will only remember everything that happened before you tried to kill Bex."
Timehunter hesitated, but snapped his talons. With that, the assassin's eyes went wide. "-My love." He growled, before realizing his surroundings. He looked around, then at the four dragons around him. He then noticed he was strapped in duct tape with one wing hanging loosely by his side, in his room, on his bed.
“Oh good, it worked,” Viri breathed, leaning against the wall. She looked at Emily, Dazzle, and Timehunter, embarrassment briefly flicking into her gaze, and asked, “Err, would you all mind leaving?” She glanced at Deathclock, anger forming, then back. “I have some SERIOUS yelling at him I’d like to do.”
She took the necklace from Timehunter and put it back on.
Deathclock blinked. When Viri finished ripping all the duct tape, he sat up. "Ok, then." He opened his wings wide. "Yell at me. I deserve it. And I'm ready." He looked like he was about to endure a giant storm of some sort. He also kinda hurt, emotionly, and physically, after all that ripping of duct tape.
Viri paused when Deathclock said he was perfectly okay at being yelled at, expecting him to rebel or something of the like, but cleared her throat and started.
“So, first off, you tried to freaking murder Bex. I was on my, uh, break, when I heard a scream, so I decided to check it out, and came in the lobby to find Bex bleeding from the throat and pretty much everyone holding you back. Emily yelled at me to help, which I declined, because why the heck would I help her? She’s the reason all this happened, so I was like no, she can die I don’t care.
“Anyways, Emily threw you into the janitor’s closet to get you to stop, and after everyone cleared out, I let you go. After yelling at you, of course. But apparently you didn’t hear me because you just walked out the door.
“I went to my room, frustrated, and heard footsteps and a door closing nearby. I thought it was you coming back in, but I was apparently wrong about that, since when I knocked on the door Emily and Dazzle were in your room, looking for something. They were unhelpful and closed the door in my face.
“Anyways, so then I realized you were outside probably causing trouble, so I grabbed a bag, a bat, a flashlight, some duct tape, this rad leather jacket that you got me for my hatchingday, and this fancy black wire and blue diamond necklace that you gave me a while ago.” She motioned to her neck. “Then I went outside only to discover you had left the door open and failed to slide the trash can back in place. Everyone could have been caught by the cops, Deathclock! I’d yell at you more about this part but you don’t even remember it, so that would be kind of be counter-productive.
“I flew to the top of the next building, trying to figure out where you had gone, but it turns out you were hiding in the shadows of one of those door escape building things. You were acting like a wild animal, so I knocked you unconscious by blinding you momentarily with a flashlight and hitting you over the head with the bat. Then I duct taped your wrists and wings together so you wouldn’t be able to escape on me.
“I dragged you down to your room, Timehunter helped, and Emily and Dazzle did this weird demonic cure thing, and apparently you had been possessed by a demon since you were two. Kinda explains your behavior.
“Anyways, you were acting like your former self, Clock, and we were all pretty mad because you weren’t yourself. Or, well, demon-possessed self.
“But thanks to Timehunter’s powers of hypnosis, you’re back! Really, you should go thank him- turns out he’s pretty sad, so, I’d give him a hug too.”
Viri fell back in her chair, winded, and gave him an exasperated and slightly worried look. “I’m still kind of mad at you, by the way. Oh, and who’s Sherry? Clock said something about her.”
Deathclock blinked, trying to take it all in. No, he in fact didn't remember any of that at all. "Ok, first of all, Bex does deserve to die, second, hugging my uncle would be super weird, but maybe when I'm in a really good mood I'll apologize, and...."
He stopped. Sherry. Those beautiful scales, that light laugh, how everytime he saw her his heart seemed to swoon. The only one he could be truely happy with. But now he had someone else.
"Sherry? Meh, just a former girlfriend of mine. I wouldn't exactly say that it matters." Except by the fact I couldn't live without her and when she died I cancled all my assassination requests for a month because I was super depressed.
"...Well, maybe she more then just a girlfriend to me. What else did, ahem, 'Clock' say?"
Demons. He remembered that. There was something inside of him that felt different. Like a big weight inside of him had worn off. He felt like he could fit more joy inside of him. That he could stop faking on who he was. He wanted to spill all his secrets so he could get out the final things that were weighing him down from taking into the sky and just flying around, laughing.
“I agree with you on that front, and no, when you get out of there you are going to apologize and thank him for returning you back to your normal state.” Viride crossed her arms. “I promised him you wouldn’t be mad anymore.”
She listened intently to him when he talked about Sherry, though seemed unhappy with his answer. Yeah, sure Deathclock..., she thought, looking at the wistful expression on his face.
Her face started to turn red when he asked what else Clock had said. She looked away and coughed, mumbling, “...Nothing! That was really all, except for just some meaningless rambling.”
Deathclock blinked. "Excuse me, I don't exactly HAVE to do apologize to him, but since you seem all angry about it, and since he did turn me back to my normal state, I guess I will."
Deathclock blinked at Viri's red snout. "Ok, now your the one who's keeping a secret. And a very embarassing secret, at that. Tell me what Clock told about me so I can quickly uncomfirm it to everyone who heard it.
“Fine, you don’t HAVE to, but it would be nice,” she frowned, looking back at him. She froze when he asked about what Clock had said her snout getting redder. “Nothing! I told you, he didn’t say anything else!”
She winced at how unconvincing that sounded.
He was really fond of you. You could even say he had a massive crush on you.
Yeah, if I tell him about this it’s going to get awkward reaaaaal fast.
Deathclock rasied a eyebrow. Not that it would be too easy to see, with the fact that he had a skull on. "I can sense lies. Espiecally by the fact your face is begining to look dangerously simaler to a tomatos."
He couldn't remember his time as Clock, thanks to Timehunter. "Knowing this fact would be quite nice. And really, I'm not planning on giving you a choice, wheter I have to drag in some mindreading Nightwing or something like that."
“FINE fine fine fine FINE!” she shouted, crossing her arms and giving him a small glare. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you about how embarrassing it is. For you, anyways. Oh, and really awkward.”
She paused, searching for ways she could avoid saying it, but a small grin broke out on her snout. This always happened when she knew something another dragon didn’t and they were trying to guess what it was. No matter how hard she tried, she could never squash it.
“So, um, well,” she started, looking back at the ground. “It had to do with this supposed ‘massive crush’ you apparently have on me.”
Deathclock's snout went redder(if that was even possible)when Viri hugged him, but he quickly returned it. He laughed. "Well, that's surprising."
He looked at her, smiling. He felt so... brilliant. For the first time in his life, he pushed Bex, Timehunter, the call, Emily and Dazzle, everything out of his mind, and focused on him and Viri. Him and Viri. That's all he needed.
Just them. Together.
"Well... I'm not to sure what to do next." He pulled away, so he could face her. He was grinning. "But I think I know where to start."
Deathclock laughed, before following the four to make sure Viri didn't utterly kill them.
(And so, that is the uncanon story where Viri and Deathclock got together, and lived in the hideout for probably most of there lives, with there friends, Emily and Dazzle, and Deathclock's uncle, Timehunter. Bex never appeared in the hideout again. And when Venomcurse found out Viriclock was a thing, she teased them about it to know end)
Kangaroo nodded. "Sure, mate. Getting a little thirsty myself." She was a Sandwing, so she wasn't REALLY that thirsty, but water was always a good thing to get recharged. She went over to the table of refreshments.
"Well, if their trying to make it super secure, their obviously failing. I guess this isn't such a good prison, your right. But they do have security camera's, mind you. They could be listening to our conversation right now." He looked at a corner of the cafeteria, where a camera was recording the prisoners. He gave it a sharp glare.
"So, vents. Sounds legit. Guess we could try. If that doesn't work, we could use my backup plan. And I'll be able to say I told you so."
Annabelle laughed. "Well, I can escape. But I want to arrive at my new more secure place for a challenge. Always liked a challenge, sugarcube. Now, why do you care about those two again? Even if they are planning something, I really don't see why it concerns you."
Kangaroo nodded. "Yeah, it is pretty nice. Wouldn't call it a festival, though. More like a celebration party."
Deathclock laughed. "I guess your right. About the guards. I don't exactly bet your plan is going to work. But mine is more destructive, so going with your plan first seems good. Court is coming up in a few days. So, what's the next step for that, eh? Instead of us just rambling about who's plan is better?"
Annabelle raised a brow. "There's a difference between curiousity and caring. Asking for info you don't need, is not always too good, sugar."
“Ah, yes, my bad,” Abaya grimaced slightly at her mistake, but it turned to a grin when she looked back at the party. “Wonder why it’s happening. Didnt’ya say someone named Thorn might’ve found something and wanted to celebrate it?”
“Alright, now I'm suspicious.” Viri narrowed her eyes at Deathclock. “What the heck is your plan? You really need to learn that if you talk about something but refuse to name any details about it I’m going to interrogate you until you confess.” She sighed and shook her head, then looked up again. A sliver of fear shadowed her eyes. “Yes, crap, court. I don’t exactly have a lawyer, so, that might be bad? Or the money to hire one? Seeing as I don’t exactly have a bank account and all my money was stolen from me.”
Luceat frowned at Annabelle. “And in my case, it’d be curiosity. Figured I should get to know my cell mate and his little friend.”
Kangaroo shrugged. "Yep. Thorn's been looking for her missing egg for years. Haven't ya noticed the wanted signs? Dune, Morrowseer, and Stonemover. I could be wrong, though. It must feel great for the mate if I'm right."
Deathclock laughed. He tried avoiding telling his plan by speaking about what else Viri said. "Like I said, I have a lawyer. She's a real handy one, too. Really good lier." He nodded, looking away for a second way. "Really good..." He muttered.
Annabelle blinked. "Well, that's all I know. 'Fraid I'm not a spy for hire. That is, unless I get some really good money."
Kangaroo chuckled. "Yup, it would be." She gazed around. "Well. Whatcha wanna do now, mate? Continue dancing?"
Deathclock shrugged. "Tonight, I think. Our court day is in, like, what, two days? We HAVE to get out of here as soon as possible. Or, at least, I have to. You'll only get a year here at most."
Annabelle laughed. "I wasn't talking about you, sugar. Those two, though..." She looked back at Viri and Deathclock. "A friend told me there going to do very interesting things... wheter is changes the city or just changes a small thing, there gonna do something." She grinned.
Abaya shrugged, leaning against the table. “I suppose I’m going to head back to my stall and see if there’s anything left.” A scowl showed up on her snout. “If there isn’t I’m going to ask the stall vendor for my money back.”
“Okay,” Viride nodded, then let out a noise that was somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff. “That’s true. As I said before, you’ll probably get the death sentence. Or, well, actually, maybe just jail for life depending on how many dragons you’ve killed. And I’m guessing that’s a lot.”
“Hmmph.” Luceat was skeptical those two were anything special. Just two average criminals; not capable of changing the whole city.
Kangaroo shrugged. "I'll come with you. I gotta see what what's still intact from my stall too."
Deathclock chuckled. "Yes, a lot. Let's go with that." He blinked. "Ok then. Planning. Were using the vent, and we have to get our items back. Let's see..." He looked around, and placed his eyes on a female cop, who was supervising the crowd of criminals. He grinned. "Cops always carry that card thing that enables them to get into cop only rooms. Fact. So, here's a plan:
"We need to cause some sort of rally to distract those cops. Steal one card before they realize it. Then there's a matter of finding that spot, which should be easy enough. Could you a map, maybe. Find a big enough vent, use our talons to unscrew the bolts, climb through, reach freedom before supper. Or, maybe a few minutes after supper. And if your plan doesn't work, then we'll use mine." He grinned. "Then BOOM. It will probably be on the news, but meh."
Annabelle chuckled. "Oh, you'll see. Would make a bet if we had any money. And when they do, I'll get to say I told you so."
(He sometimes does it but normally settles for the shades)
(But of course when I have to type he decides to eat my arm :P)
“Alright.” Abaya shrugged too, echoing Kangaroo’s, then lifted into the air. The Scorpion Den all looked the same at night, with fire flickering in some small spots. It was a shadowed maze of buildings, all falling down or in bad shape.
She didn’t get how anyone could like it here.
The SandWing made her way by guesswork, though it was clear after a while that she didn’t know where the stall had been.
But of course, she was too proud to ask.
“Dont’cha mean breakfast?” Viri asked with a frown. “We’re having dinner now, you dolt. That sounds like a solid plan, though. Well, more like a shaky plan, buuuut it’s the best we’ve got so I’ll take it.”
“Oh, and don’t worry about the distraction,” she mumbled, looking at the guard as well. A grin spread on her snout. “I’ll have to act fast, but I have a plan.”
“Well, you do that then,” Luceat muttered. “And I’ll get to tell you I told you so when they don’t.”
Kangaroo blinked. "I wouldn't say were going anywhere, mate. Here, c'mon." Before she could hear Abaya's reply, she strolled past her in a quick pace.
She made her way to the most common "marketplace" of the Scorpion Den, stopping by some broken stalls. She growled a little when she picked up a mini stone Skywing statue, that was missing one of it's wings, one of it's ears, half it's snout, and a hind leg.
Deathclock laughed. "Really? Guess I lost track of time. Also, if were doing this now, they have to cause this distraction now. Dinner isn't going to last much longer."
Annabelle raised a brow. "We'll see, sugarcube. A theif and an assassin getting together certianly is a sign."
Abaya frowned when the other SandWing took the lead, but followed, though a bit of resentment burned in her mind. Mostly it was at herself, for not being able to remember where her stand was.
When they arrived she let out a low growl and immediately went to her stall. Or what was left of it, anyway. It had been mostly broken, and as she shifted through the rubble she discovered thieves had taken everything that was left.
“Moon-cursed blobs of lizard spit!” she spat, throwing a broken piece of wood. “Gone.” She looked over at Kangaroo. “How’d you make out?”
Viri rolled her eyes, muttering, “Good job.” She looked back over at the guard, who had stayed where she was, then back at Deathclock. “Crap, Deathclock, quick, how do I flirt again?”
(I’ve been waiting to use that quote for a while now hue)
“I think you’re just going on about nonsense, but yea, we’all see.” He taped his talons on the table.
Kangaroo began searching the crumble of her stall, and huffed. "Parts of my stone statues are still here. The only necklaces remaining are all shattered, and everything else is ethier broken or stolen." She shook her head as she picked up a piece of glass that had came from a vase.
"So not too good, mate."
Deathclock blinked, before letting out a loud bark of laughter, and some prisoners turned to them with an annoyed look, but he didn't pay attention. "You've asked the right guy. I've flirted with so many, I've lost count. I think I've even flirted with you, once. In my mind." He blinked.
"Just a bunch of compliments and pick up lines. The toughest ones always break at times. It really depends what's the personality of the character your talking to. Just try to look as attractive as possible using what you have and think of a bunch of super cheesy things."
(Oh wow Deathclock that's pretty helpful XD)
(Pfft I don't really know to flirt though)
(Maybe that's why)
Annabelle grinned. "Ah, yes. We'll see." She looked over at the pair. "We'll see~"
“Hm.” Abaya looked over to her stand, then back at Kangaroo. “I’m already preferring Possibility to this place. Fights like this are usually small, and you’re more likely to get out with all your stuff.”
(I’m crying Deathclock’s first comment went from not awkward to super awkward so fast ahaaaha)
(And honestly that’s me too I have no idea how to flirt)
Well that’s not weird, Viri thought, rolling her eyes, when Deathclock said that he’d flirted with her in his mind. “But alright, thanks, wish me luck! I’m gonna flirt with the guard, steal her card when she’s not looking, which will probably take the rest of dinner. She better be single otherwise this will get real awkward.”
With that she got up and strode over to the guard, who immediately looked at her with suspicion.
“What do you want?” she growled, at Viri, who was standing beside her.
“Oh, um, nothing, just came by to compliment how pretty you looked,” the hybrid answered back, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.
“If you’re looking for a girlfriend, look elsewhere,” the guard huffed back, crossing her arms. “Don’t even know why you’d think I would date a criminal.”
“Hey, I'm only here because I stole some necessary food from a convenience store!” Viride prostested, hoping the guard would believe her lie. “Not everyone here is all bad.”
“Oh really? Look pretty sketchy yourself. Though I suppose a little too pretty for a criminal.”
Luceat didn’t respond, but followed her gaze and watched the hybrid bravely walk up to one of the guards.
Kangaroo shrugged. "Guess you picked the wrong place to sell things. I'm use to this happening. Would have gotten some stuff if that scorpion brain of a Sandwing didn't try to attack me." She sighed.
Deathclock watched with an amused grin as Viri went to flirt with guard. You better hope she always likes girls. Should have sent me in. I'm obviously the master. You've swooned plenty of times for me before...
In my mind.
Three moons, Deathclock. There must be something wrong with you.
He just continued watching, trying to catch as many words as he could. The guard wasn't hitting her yet, so things didn't seem to be getting messy.
''Annabelle gave small birdlike tweet, smiling. "Hum... Quite some courage in her, there is." That could be useful.
“Hoping to make a profit here,” Abaya grumbled. “Didn’t expect to get robbed on my first night here. Second one, sure, but not so dang soon.”
(headcanon: Deathclock gets Viri pan flag merch(like pins, shirts, flags, etc.)/pride stuff come pride month and she nearly cries she’s so happy)
“You’re a little too pretty for a prison guard,” Viride commented.
“You’re an awful flirter, know that?”
“Well, you seem to be flirting back, so I’m not so sure about that statement.”
“I-” The guard was cut off by a sudden uproar a little ways away, and shouted “QUIET!” at them. She turned back to Viri, rolling her eyes, and muttered, “Sorry abo-”
There was another shout. The guard looked at the hybrid apologetically, and said, “Sorry, but gonna have to go handle this.”
“It’s fine! See you around~”
When the guard turned away she quickly took the special card from her pocket, and stuffed it in her own. She then walked back towards Deathclock, smirking.
“Told ya I had got this.” Viri grinned and pulled the card out of her pocket and showed it to him just enough he could see it(but no one else), then slipped it back into her pocket again. “I’d say I’m better than you.”
“There’s a fine line between courage and stupidity,” Luceat grumbled.
Kangaroo chuckled. "Wrong timing." She picked up the small head of her stone statues. The orange gems glittered back at her. She took them out. "Could find some things here that would still make some sort of profit." She slightly muttered, looking at the small gems. "Like these. Could turn them into a pair of earrings."
(That headcanon is now canon)
Deathclock chuckled. "Oh, I highly doubt that. The guard was barely flirting with you. Just trying to tease you. But you did well. For someone who I assume never flirted before." He grinned. "But that is a big step in process. Now we have to just sneak into the office and grab our stuff. Then we take the vents. Or with my plan. I quite enjoy my plan." His right ear flicked.
"True, true." Annabelle nodded, turning back to him. "But, your one to speak."
“Hm?” Abaya’s ears flicked forwards Kangaroo when she spotted the two stones. A small grin spread on her snout. “If you want the job done well, give ‘em to me and I’ll bring them back to my shop in Possibility. Really good at metalworking, specifically daggers and jewelry.”
“Um excuse me, I have to flirted before, you doof. Just not in...” She paused, and mumbled something under her breath as she tried to remember. “...a while! I have no idea how long, but maybe like a year or so? Not exactly my forte.”
She shrugged, but turned a bit more serious when she went on. “Do you think we could get in there, grab out stuff, then escape through one of the vents in there? I think they’d be bigger than the ones in our cell. For obvious reasons.”
Luceat’s ears perked up and frowned at Annabelle. “‘One to talk’? What’dya mean, I’m not stupid! Smarter than ‘er, anyway.” He jerked his head at Viride.
Merry Christmas! Whether or not you celebrate it, I wanted to give you a seasonal gift of appreciation. Know that I support and love you(platonically), and I really hope you have an awesome day. You’re one of my closer friends on here and I wanted to show that by giving you a holiday gift. Stay cool in the new year! :D
(so sorry for copy-and-paste, but I had to give this to a lot of people and didn’t want to kill my fingers xD)
Abaya jumped after her, smacking her wing against one of the buildings, causing her to overbalance and nearly fall on her face. She stumbled and was able to right herself in time, though tripped over her talons and almost crashed into Kangaroo.
"Stupid wings," she muttered under her breath, glaring at them as she trotted after her companion.
Kangaroo chuckled, before continuing forward, excepting Abaya to follow her. "Now, there are some alright food stalls that aren't scams. Take Sandburrower's for instance." She flicked her tail over to a stall that was packed with all types of roasted animals. The Sandwing who was running it was a male with a scar running down his neck.
Kangaroo grinned. "Great mate, likes to talk about his days in the war. Sells food at reasonable prices, which are usually hard to find. Get most of my food from 'im."
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Abaya followed Kangaroo, bobbing her head when the other dragoness' tail flicked towards a food stall. Sandburrower had all sorts of meats lined up, from roasted lizard on a stick to crocodile(Must've gotten that from around Possibility, she noted) to camel leg. Wonderful aromas drifted over from the stand, making her mouth water. They smelled of delicious spices and slightly charred meat, with the nice smoky smell of firewood underneath.
"Well, what're ya waiting for?" Abaya asked with a grin, digging out a few gold coins from her bag. "I'm as hungry as a hippo, and torturing me with these smells ain't helping. C'mon." She flicked her tail back up into its normal scorpion-like position, then trotted over towards the stall.
"Yes, yes you should've," Viri snapped, laughing as well.
(Should lunch end soon??)
Deathclock gave a short laugh before finishing his burger. He looked around. "Well, now just to wait."
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Viride nodded, tapping her talons on the table. "So," she started. "When are we gonna try and break out again? I'd prefer soon, like maybe tonight, but I'm not so su-"
The bell rung, a harsh sound filling the stuffy air. Viri sighed and stood up, ready to dump her tray out.
Kangaroo laughed for no pratical reason, following the Sandwing.
Sandburrowers head went up at the sound of the two females approaching, and grinned at the sight of Kangaroo. "Ah, welcome!" He chirped. "Roo! And a new one." He tilted his head at Abaya. "Here for the usual?"
"You betcha!" Kangaroo winked, grinning almost like an idiot. As she took a few coins out of the bag around her neck, Sandburrower put a few small roasted lizards into a pouch, handing her it as she handed him the coins.
Kangaroo smiled(Though it might very well have been a smirk)at Abaya. "Choose your pick."
Deathclock left his tray on the table. He saw the other prisoners heading to the cell area, and his wings drooped a little. "Well. Guess we have to face our cellmates again." He flicked his tail, following the crowd of prisoners.
"Abaya," the SandWing told Sandburrower, shuffling up beside Kangaroo. She waved towards herself, saying, "Traveling merchant, tourist to the Scorpion Den."
When she saw her smile-smirking, Abaya smirked right back at Kangaroo, sticking her tongue out and winking as she turned towards Sandburrower. She tapped her talons on the wooden counter, surveying all the possible choices.
After a moment, she announced, "I'd like two of those lizards on a stick." She set a few coins on the stand, sliding them towards the other SandWing as he handed her two sticks with roasted lizards skewered on them.
(WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO HER)
Viride groaned, tail flopping on the ground. She paused for a moment, then just shrugged and left it on the table. "Urg," she mumbled, then looked into Deathclock's eyes and pinned him there. "Alright, but at dinner we have to form this plan. I don't want to spend any longer in this place."
Sandburrower nodded at the two as Abaya took the skewered lizards from him. "Ay, well done. Explains no scars. You two stay out of trouble, ya hear me?" He smirked.
"No promises~" Kangaroo laughed, turning away as Sandburrower took the coins Abaya had given him.
"Well," Kangaroo started, after she and her were out of hearing distance from Sandburrower, "were lucky he didn't insist on us hearing about the great story of the war. Whatcha wanna do now?" She asked.
"And you think I want to? Nah, we'll think of something. Besides, if whatever we plan fails, I have a backup." He winked. Soon they got to their cells, and as Deathclock went in, he gazed around for his cellmate. No sign of Luecat. Yet.
Annabelle yawned, trotting into her cell as if it was her own house. She whapped her tail on the stone floor, bored.
(So I was listening to this song)
(And I just thought)
(That if Luecat and Annabelle ever got togheter)
(That would be there theme song)
(Not that I'm saying it's going to happen of course)
Abaya snickered at Kangaroo's comment, chewing on one of her lizards. She padded along after the taller SandWing, her apparent guide for today.
"Finishing eating would be preferable," she mumbled through the food. "Didn't get it just to waste it." Abaya spread open her wings, judging the height of the buildings. The sun had almost sunk beneath the horizon, and darkness was slowly descending upon the Scorpion Den. The dragoness knew of thieves who lurked in the shadows, quietly stalking others to mug. Up on the rooftops there'd be less(if any) of those- not enough cover.
"Let's head up there." She flicked her tail at the buildings. "Less of a chance getting mugged."
(xD hoo boy it's gonna get tense)
Viride rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but wonder what backup plan he had. She stopped to go into her cell, then stared at his retreating figure and yelled at him, "You can't just DO that, YOU KNOW!"
She let out a huff and entered her cell, freezing as she saw the creepy SkyWing. Perhaps if she quietly snuck in, she go get to her cot and pretend to fall asleep..
Luceat grumpily stalked down down the corridor, turning into his cell and flopped onto the bed, not paying any attention to his cellmate who was already there.
Kangaroo laughed. "Well, mate, I was talking abou' after ya finished. But yea, up there would be safer. Let's just hope the whole thing won't come crashing down." She said in a joking voice, already flying up the top of one building. Her tail curled up close to her, waiting for Abaya to come up.
She looked at the lowering sun, tilting her head ever so slightly.
Deathclock laughed as he caught what Viri yelled at him. He instanly stopped when Luecat came in, tilting his head as he flopped onto the bed. He wasn't to sure what to do now, except for sit on his own bed and have another flashback that he hadn't had in a while, or think of possible ways they could get out of here.
Annabelle noticed Viri.
She smiled at her, but her eyes were filled with danger. "Well, hi there, sugar. I'm sure you remember me. That would be a really foolish question to ask. How ya doing? How are you and your friend settling with prison life? What is your relationship with him, if ya don't mind me asking? Friend? Brother? Cousins? Boyfriend? Married?"
(I’m going to scream this new Apple keyboard update makes it so annoying to use the exclamation points)
(Hello how will I be able to EXPRESS myself)
(Like I can barely do the separating line without it coming out like this: ————)
(Hhhhhh when I’m done with this post I’m gonna fiddle around with settings for a while)
Abaya flapped after her, scrabbling for a hold on the rough sandstone of the building. She laughed a little at Kangaroo's comment, though did look just a little bit concerned as she sat down on the roof.
She wolfed down the rest of her lizard, along with the next one, and casually dropped them off of the building. There was a small clatter, but nothing too noticeable, so she was fine.
The sky caught her attention, though. It was rather pretty, melting from navy to dark turquoises to a watery, orangey light. The sun had already gone, but you could still see somewhat.
Noises sounded below. Not directly, but farther away, like a few(or a lot) buildings over. Lights dazzled from where the noise came, and she thought with a grin, Festival? Yes!
Viri stiffened when she felt Annabelle look at her, but slowly made it to her cot without making eye contact. When she started asking questions, however, she whipped around and looked at the SkyWing as if she was insane.
“Married?! I’m only 21? And don’t have a ring? Why would I be married to him? Like, yeesh lady, look at context clues my gosh..”
Luceat just went to his cot, pretending to be asleep so he could, well, spy on the DeathWing. What was his name? He couldn’t remember. Who cared anyway.
(I’m sorry I can’t make him interesting but at dinner should Luceat and Annabelle team up against them??)
Kangaroo nodded at the sun. "Beauty, ain't she? Quite a sigh-" Her ears flicked up the noise, turning towards where it was coming from. "Ey, thats new. We only have a few parties each year, to celebrate something big. Wonder what Thorn found."
She lept onto another building, going closer to the source of the sounds and lights, turning her head towards Abaya. "Well, c'mon! This is going to be interesting!"
(Hm... Should this be the timeline where Sunny arrives at the Scorpion Den?)
"It is possible the cops have stolen it, and I know a lot of dragons who got married who was younger then you, sugar. This is prison. Nosy dragons can pop up here. You obviously got here for a good reason, honey. But don't worry. There transfering me to a much more secure place. I suggest you know your place here for the meanwhile, though, sugar. I have friends in many places. Have you ever heard of Bex? One of my allies tell me you've met her before."
Annabelle's eyes flickered, dangerous, and her smile for a second began etching to a snarl, but turned backed to normal.
"You get some sleep, alright? They'll be calling us for dinner quite soon."
She swished her tail, before going and lying in her own bed, curling up.
Deathclock went quiet, looking at the Icewing, before going towards the hole in the wall he and Viri had been using to talk to each other. Just as he thought. It had gotten bigger. He lied down beside it, closing his eyes, his mind picking up thoughts, and a memory.
"Rala, he's only a Dragonet! Let me take him for a treat or two. Besides, don't you and Sneaker need to deal with something? It'll keep him from bothering you!"
Clock couldn't help but smile at Camo. He had been the one who was nice to him, and of course he was grateful. He looked hopefully over to the older Deathwing, waiting for her answer.
Rala sighed. "Fine, fine. But wear your hood! Someone will ask if they see you with your mark. And be back in an hour. If you take a minute longer, we'll think something is up."
Camo smiled at her, his ankles turning a bright pink, before he realized it and turned it back to it's dark blue with black hints.
"Great choice! Come on, Clock!"
Clock followed after the Rainwing, smiling to himself.
"I'm coming!" Abaya called after her, throwing her bag over her neck and taking off. She flapped after Kangaroo, quickly surpassing her with a grin. An oasis emerged from all the buildings, surrounded by all sorts of dragons and a few tents. Lanterns were attached to sticks and stuck in the ground, lighting up the area. Food was being brought out and spread on tables all around.
Shame she had just eaten.
Viride turned towards the wall of her cell, back towards the SkyWing. As much as she disliked it(made her feel vulnerable and like Annabelle was going to sneak up on her), she couldn’t bare to face her and gaze into her creepy, creepy eyes.
And it wasn't like she was going to get any sleep anyways, not after that conversation. It was unnerving how she somehow knew she had met Bex... but how? What allies did she have out of prison? How did they know her?
With a shiver, she curled up on her bed and tried to clear her mind.
Luceat watched the DeathWing lay down and presumably take a nap through slitted eyes. He closed them after a few minutes when nothing happened, and fell into a shallow sleep later.
Kangaroo let out a laugh as she came up beside Abaya, looking at the sight. "Now this is big, mate. I can just tell. Last time I had this feeling was... Well, never, really. Reckon after all this time, Thorn found her egg. Well, Dragonet now, at least. Could be wrong, and she's just celebrating something else. Point is, lets go check it out!"
Kangaroo stepped into the area, looking around, chuckling as a Sandwing fell into the Oasis. She looked at Abaya, grinning.
Deathclock's head perked up, when he was sure the Icewing was sleeping. He glanced at the hole, but then shook his head. He'll wait.
“Didn’t understand a word ya just said, gotta remember that I’m the tourist here,” Abaya told Kangaroo, landing beside her. She smiled back at her companion, perhaps a tiny bit of blush creeping up on her freckled snout. Of course, in the very dim light it was hard to tell, so even if she did blush a little it’d rarely be seen.
“Mm, I’d rather see what they’ve got to eat.” She looked away, spotted a table, and sauntered over to it.
(Should there be a (fast) dance soon and they like dance with each other?)
“God DANG IT!” Viri screamed at the bell, covering her ears over the ringing sound and the scraping that came from the barred door opening. “JUST as I was actually starting to RELA- oh wait this means food hmm never mind-”
She trailed off as she hopped off the bed, then, remembering how creepy her cellmate had been earlier, whirled around and stomped into the neighboring cell. She passed a grumpy looking IceWing(who she ignored) and yanked Deathclock off his cot.
“C’mon you snail let’s GO I’m HUNGRY,” she grumbled at him, dragging him down the hall. “And I don’t feel like walking down the hall ALONE because I’m pretty sure my cellmate IS KEEPING TABS ON ME AND KNOWS WHO BEX IS LET’S GO.”
(Life tip: don’t freak Viride out when she’s hungry xD)
"'Course. Since you'll be visiting for a bit, doubt you'd wanna full history on the Scorpion Den." She followed after Abaya with a grin. She took a roasted lizard off a plate that was on the table, biting off it's head.
"Point is, mate-" That was when the music started. A very fast paced tune, but still catchy. Kangaroo's toothy grin widened.
Deathclock, was more or less, kinda surprised when Viri began dragging him. Maybe he dozed off.
Crap, I am getting soft.
The normal Deathclock would not have been easily surprised. The normal Deathclock should be snapping his arm away with a laugh! What was happening to him?
No, no. The only reason he was surprised was because this was Viri. This was his ally. His friend. His cru-
His snout went bright red. No, no. No. Thank godness he caught himself. No, that was highly uncalled for. He he clamped his talons on the redness of his snout, waiting for it to calm down.
"This is highly uncalled for." Deathclock grinned, but his ears went down when she mentioned the part about her cellmate.
"She knows about Bex? That isn't good. No, not at all. Perhaps we do have to find a way to escape sooner.
Annabelle yawned. She got up, strecthing her wings, not caring her cellmate was gone. She began heading to the cafeteria.
Abaya stopped where she was when the music started, a grin slowly climbing across her snout. She turned to Kangaroo, saying, “Ah yes, songs- the key piece of a festival! A
That and dancing, ‘course! Possibility's full moon festivals are full of dances.” There was a pause, before Abaya extended her talon to her companion and asked, “Care to dance, then?”
“You are highly uncalled for,” Viri mumbled back at him, glancing at Deathclock. His face was sorta red, which led her to wonder why. Was it because she was dragging him? Oh crap, now she was getting kinda red too. She whipped her head back forwards and continued. “What’s highly uncalled for is the color of your snout. Stop it coloration is not helpful. And YES, she even knows that I’ve MET HER. DOES THAT NOT SOUND CREEPY ENOUGH FOR YOU. If we’re still here tomorrow expect me to be cranky because I swear I’m gonna get NO sleep tonight. Oh hey we’re here let’s get food and continue this conversation later.”
She let go of him and made a beeline for the food area, cutting a few others in line again and grabbing some food. All she got was a measly salad and a weird fruit cup thing she supposed was dessert.
Luceat groaned and got up, rubbing his aching head as he slid off his cot. He flinched as a weird black-and-aqua hybrid came in and practically dragged his cellmate down the hall.
Ooh, someone’s got a girlfriend ain’t he- the IceWing thought as he trudged down after them. Annabelle, that creepy SkyWing, walked ahead of them slightly, and he realized that she was probably cellmates with the hybrid.
"Pfft I can't help my snout. And, yes, it is creepy, espiecally the part where she knows that you-" Deathclock was cut off aruptly when Viri let go of him. Yes, maybe he fell to the floor cause he was getting use to it, but that wasn't the part that matter.
He got up, following her, not getting food of his own. Instead, he took a fruit cup from a dragons tray that was sitting at a table he was passing by. He sat down at a empty table, opening the fruit cup with a slice of his talon. He waited for Viri to sit with him.
After Annabelle got her tray of food(dragons had let her in front of the line), she sat at her own table, poking at the salad, tilting her head.
Abaya grinned back and led Kangaroo on to what appeared to be the main dancing area, with dragons twirling about. Most wore trailing sand-scarves, though they were mostly tied about the wings instead of snout. A few wore theirs like normal, so, feeling a little empowered, she brandished her own and tied it around her face.
With a twinge she realized Kangaroo didn’t have one, and she dug in her satchel to reveal a turquoise-blue scarf with similar spirally-branching patterns as hers.
“Want it?” she asked. “Ya’d blend in better with the others.”
Viride scanned the cafe for Deathclock, then narrowed in on him, sitting on a nearby table. She sat down across from him, tilting her head a little curiously at his only food: a small fruit cup.
“That all you’re gonna get? Oh, wait, I forgot you assassins liked to eat light,” she said. She picked up her plastic spork and took a bite of her salad, then mumbled, “So, yes, we have to plan this escape.”
Luceat had grabbed a tray and was now just looking for Annabelle. He spotted the SkyWing a few tables away, and headed towards her. After sitting down, he motioned towards where his cellmate and that hybrid were, and asked, “Know anything about ‘er, that hybrid? Pretty sure ya both are cellmates.”