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[jalan]

WHO: Drogon, and various other unfortunate souls.
WHERE: Nonah, in two different locations.
WHEN: November 6.
WHAT: A confused, hungry, angry dragon crashes the ordinary lives of innocent citizens. Check out the OOC post for more information.
WARNINGS: Violence, destruction, and some NPC death.

The first time Drogon touches his claws on solid ground, it's an almost casual affair. Some had already seen the massive shadow of the dragon outlined against a clear blue sky, had already cried out, but the party doesn't start until, with wings stretched at full sail to catch himself, Drogon drops from the sky and lands in the middle of an open plaza. The shrill screams of humans don't immediately snag his attention as he folds his wings and pushes himself towards the large open fountain in the centre of the plaza, snapping at the streaming arcs of water with jagged teeth and a questing tongue before ducking in to take a deep drink.

Beneath him, a trail of fresh blood spatters on the brickwork. There are holes, nearly invisible, neatly punctured into his scaly hide on one side.

When he raises his head, the fountain water is stained pink, and he turns to assess the possibilities of his surroundings. With a leap, he almost takes off, three steady flaps knocking people off their feet under the sudden gusts of wind, before he suddenly crashes down on top of a hotdog stand. Bright sun umbrellas crumple, the open grill crushed between powerful lizardy jaws, and the innocent vendor himself staggering away, already bleeding.

Eventually, Drogon takes to the sky, a little angrier than before.

The second encounter begins with a crash. Wavering in the sky, Drogon's landing seems almost unintentional when he touches down in a street, a silver Prius slamming into his side. With a trumpeting roar, he swings his head around, opening his mouth, bristling and shivering, and a mighty torrent of flame funnels out of his mouth, straight into the offending vehicle. Glass explodes, and whoever was inside meets a very quick end. Climbing on top of the flaming vehicle, impervious to the heat, Drogon roars his discontent towards where other cars have screeched to a halt.

Blood, raw and black and scarlet, glitters on his wings. He growls, snaps, hisses, his thick tail thrashing, catching a man trying to beat a hasty exit on his bicycle hard enough to fling him into a set of postboxes. Disinterested in immediately flying away, Drogon possesses the skinny city street as his own, blood-tinged saliva coming down in ropes from his mouth.

As the howl of sirens begins to lift, there's a secondary problem in the form of a (thankfully closed) computer repairs store that caught flame with its open windows, glass melting. The apartments directly above it soon open windows, figures crawling out onto the fire escapes, cowering at the sight of the winged beast down below.

[ ooc ; please state in your subject header if you are involved in the first or the second scene, and for maximum interactivity, i encourage people who are interacting with drogon directly to group together to streamline my npcing! a few groups per scenario is fine. use the ooc post to coordinate as you like, and comment here if you have any questions. ]

Comments

First

[redshoerevenge]

Mako was actually going to grab a hotdog from that stand in that sort of casual lunchtime half-hungry way one does. Usually, she doesn't expect much out of a Nonah lunch. Certainly not a dragon landing for a drink or to smash a grill. Her wings had immediately popped out to keep her upright in the wind of his arrival. After the grill incident, Mako sees the injured man off, before standing there to assess the situation.

There is blood, which means either the dragon has hurt something or something has hurt him. Mako assumes it's a him.

"This is not the best place for a dragon," she says quietly, moving forward a little to see if she can find the source of the blood.

second.

[jalan]

Of those with a deliberate intent to be in the wrong place and the wrong time, Daenerys counts herself among them. The rise of smoke from the burning building, the scrape and scream of ruined metal and the panicked scattering of people. Panic, thick in the air.

Her own sense of fear feels alive within her, oscillating wildly between the innocents that swarm the street and for Drogon himself.

She arrived with, Lexa, who has been a front row witness to Daenerys' composure-- not unravelling, but transforming. Poise and elegance exchanged for a bloody minded determination that is more motivated to protect Drogon than almost anything else. For the people he may hurt, and for the hurt that will come to him, in this world of more advanced weapons than swords and slow, heavy siege machines.

Once Drogon is visible, a sudden burst of speed propels her out of step with Lexa -- she runs without particular dignity, pushing past the many people who wish to go in the other direction.

second - ota

[barbarus]

By the time he found the place of the first attack, the dragon was already gone. A trail of destruction had been left behind him, eliminating Damen's hope that Daenerys might have found him before damage could be done. People had been injured. A hot dog stand had been destroyed. And worst of all, the creature had escaped, likely all the angrier for the resistance he'd encountered.

Fear and adrenaline rush through Damen all at once. He had seen Drogon before, up close and personal, and if not for Daenerys, he would have died that day. He remembers how it felt. There's a sickness churning in his gut as he thinks of all the people in this city, the young and old, the women, the office workers, all of them, and he imagines that creature among them. Who will protect them all? He has no illusions about his own abilities to defeat such a creature, but he cannot stand back and not try. He has only just moved to this city. He can't see its people slaughtered.

He arrives at the second scene just as the dragon throws a man into a postbox. Damen is at his side, crouching to check whether he's alive - and then his head lifts, to see the creature land. He rises, his broadsword in his hands. The sting of battle is upon him, and already he feels stronger. He feels ready. His cry rings through the air, while he surges towards the dragon.

"Drogon!"

That was its name. He has to make it listen. He has to have its attention on him, and not on these innocents.

"You remember me? Well, I will meet you!"

He runs straight on, seeking to distract, and to hold its attention. He'll do this for as long as he's able. Surely others will help? Even if they don't, he will do what he can.


[ ooc: This is open for anyone to jump in! Damen will fall into Berserker mode for this and if anyone would like to plot out a thread please hit me up there! ]

Second | Distraction | OTA

[shifting]

There are some things to be said for being late to the party. Primarily, it's being able to pick out where said party is by following the trail of destruction and the fleeing tide of people. Adrenaline already pumping, Sam turns a corner to see a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation. One armored with scales, fighting a group of what he can only assume are heroic imPorts, because anyone else would already be fucking dead, he's sure of it. Drogon is massive, impressive to a degree Sam never thought he'd see in a living creature. His gaze locks on the mythical beast, heart pounding, overcome with terror and awe.

A dragon.

"Holy shit," Sam breathes, and then he's scrambling to get his shirt off, kicking off his boots and looking around with desperate calculation. He can't tell if he has enough space; he's never attempted a form this large before. Honestly, he has no real damn way of knowing if he's about to cause more trouble than not, but he can't shake the feeling that this could help. What better to distract a few tons of muscle and death than a real good look in the mirror, huh?

...If the shift works, that is. Things are about to get real naked and awkward if it doesn't.

Sam's blue eyes lock on the enraged monster, bare-chested and breathing hard, hands hooked in the hips of his jeans. Concentrating. He doesn't notice when his eyes change color and shape; the rest of him is already following.


((Sam is turning into Drogon to help draw him away from the city! It's going to take Sam a minute to get his bearings in his new form, so if anyone wants to help him Not Die while he does that or mistake him for a second threat, have at it!))