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[i_got_this]

So, let's talk Losses. Not the temporary ones, where people go batshit insane for a few days, I'm talking the long-lasting 'permanent' ones that fuck up everyday living. [Right, South, like you need to shoot things every day.] How do you guys manage? Has anyone found a way around theirs?

[So after a visit to the shooting range, South has discovered her Loss effects any firearm in her hands. To deal with it, she's just sitting in the lobby, the most high traffic area she could find, making use of the harmless rubber and foam darts instead of bullets and shooting anyone that wanders through. Sometimes she'll miss on purpose, sometimes make a concerted effort for a clean head shot, but she just wants to have a little fun and perhaps cause a little trouble.]

[[OOC; open journal, open lobby!]]

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[radiantwingedone]

.... Learned to live with it. [ Yes, there is a dragon sticking its head in the doors to talk to you. ]

... Partial way around discovered as well.

Ditto!

[i_got_this]

Do you have any details there or are you just going to be vague--HOLY SHIT! [Hello dragon she is now unloading about a dozen rubber darts at your head right now. Instinct kicking in, who cares if they're useless.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ He mostly doesn't notice them - until one catches him close to an eye and. that kinda stings.

Recoiling toward the door, only he messed that up and thunk into a wall now. ]

..... stings. [ Yeah. He can't see. ]

[i_got_this]

[Scrambling out of her chair and trying to back towards the other wall. Lesson learned: aim at vulnerable points. Rubber could still come in handy.]

You better believe it, and there's another one coming if you don't get away from me right now. I'm not anyone's lunch.

[radiantwingedone]

..... Why would I want to eat a humanoid? [ Confusion. Just picking himself back up, blinking extra eyelids down and up, trying to find the door with the horns at the side of his head. He doesn't want to stick around if he's going to get things thrown at his eyes. ]

Flesh upon is not much, and you sound of those with armor.

[i_got_this]

Why wouldn't you? [But she does sound a little confused. He hasn't tried to devour her yet.]

Yeah, I am. I'm Agent South Dakota. ...... what are you doing? [She's watching him fumble for the door and is getting the idea that Something is Not Quite Right.]

[radiantwingedone]

Too much else too eat for too little flesh. Particularly of the armored sorts. [ Tilting his head, frills under those horns shifting to help him look more or less at her. ]

Duke. Finding the door. Likely easier if moved forward with wings extended, aligned spine, however do not want stinging to the eyes.

[i_got_this]

I guess I should be glad you don't like canned meals. [So deadpan, but she is lowering her weapon slightly.]

Duke doesn't sound very impressive, but you're a much more ... dragony dragon then the one I met earlier. [She sighs in exasperation and finally holsters her pistol.] Yeah, fine -- no more stinging.

[radiantwingedone]

I was not a dragon before yesterday. [ Yep, it's a temp loss. But he doesn't mind it. ]

My way of working around my loss is no longer applicable, however senses are enough that is not as hard as otherwise. [ He heard that motion, and so he'll set his head on the floor, moving a bit like a snake to see if he could get his neck straightened a bit more out and find that door neatly. And humanoids seem to find things below their eye level less dangerous, right? ]

[i_got_this]

Oh, so one of those Losses. Got it. [That puts her at ease a little more.]

What, meaning as a dragon, or in general? [Yes, yes they do.]

[radiantwingedone]

As a dragon. Cannot manipulate ambient energy as once could. However, far better senses. [ Yup, he's figured out the door now. Just.. staying down here, ready to move backwards. ]

[i_got_this]

Well, at least there's a trade-off, right? [She has little idea what he means by 'ambient energy' so she's just going to pretend she knows what he's talking about.]

[radiantwingedone]

Hmn. [ Agreeing. He may be curling up outside the door. ]

Balance takes getting used to.

[i_got_this]

[Knowing that he's probably not going to eat her, she follows him outside, if still keeping a healthy distance.]

Yeah? How about flying, how's that work out for you?

[radiantwingedone]

[ That's fine with him. He'll carefully extend one wing and shift it lazily, then fold it back to his side. ]

Harder than seemed. Of course, flying beings familiar with were... much smaller, or had more wings. Jumping straight up does not seem to be of use with these wings.

[i_got_this]

Nah, you'd probably have to get a running start. [Yeah, he looks to massive and heavy to her to be able to pop off the ground like a bumblebee.]

[radiantwingedone]

Hmnnn. Would be something best tried further away from the castle and town. [ Trampling someone accidentally... is not the best plan. ]

[i_got_this]

And it's not like there's any lack of space. For a 'cage' this place is pretty big.

[radiantwingedone]

.... The best and worst kind; allows those with need for freedom to gain their sense of it with roaming range, allows those who require others to remain near those like minded. Allows for forgetting that it is.

[ Why yes, he is curled up a bit like a cat does. ]

[i_got_this]

Yeah, well, I don't think I'll ever forget. I'm used to traveling around in fucking space all the time. It's like I'm stuck in ancient history here.

[... it's actually a little disappointing that none of the dragons here are decently ferocious. It's a little bit of a letdown to be looking at some hulking great creature like this acting like a house pet.] So ... can you breathe fire? Anything like that?

[radiantwingedone]

Hmmmn. Had range of a planet, so perhaps not as much missing as you.

Fire, correct. Hard to tell what is flammable about. Or people, if they do not move, so have not attempted often. [ And his pokemon seems to be scared of him, so that doesn't help anything. ]

[i_got_this]

Well, since you're out of the castle now my best advice would be to direct it up. Nothing in the sky you can hurt.

[radiantwingedone]

... True enough. [ He'll move slowly into sitting up - outside, she can likely find something to hit him with that would sting more than... whatever she'd been using. And he's aware he's of a nice size, at least.

So sitting up and stretching his neck toward the sky and.. the sneeze had felt like this, thus -

if there's no wind, its a maybe 40 foot cone of fire. More than he's long, at least. ]

[i_got_this]

Holy shit that's awesome! Dude, you could make everyone your bitch with that!

[radiantwingedone]

hmmmnn. [ A rumble. Assuming the words more or less mean "dominate everyone". ]

and also find out how all sorts of weapons fare against me.