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just a dragon in a mine
Who: Toothless, and you
Where: The mines.
When: Catch-all for the event.
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Night Furies like caves, but they don't like being trapped.
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He hates it when the mansion changes. It's not a school this time, with a terrifying screeching creature in armor, but he's still trapped inside and that's not where he wants to be. And then, insult to injury, Toothless finds out — while scrapping with a spider that's far too big for his liking — that he can no longer breathe fire.
Take the fire from a dragon and you take its spirit, very nearly, but Toothless keeps himself on his feet.
This place, whatever it is, is dangerous. He can't let his guard down.
He patrols the shafts and listens for his Viking friends, utterly unconcerned about doors and where they may lead.
Where: The mines.
When: Catch-all for the event.
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Night Furies like caves, but they don't like being trapped.
The Story:
He hates it when the mansion changes. It's not a school this time, with a terrifying screeching creature in armor, but he's still trapped inside and that's not where he wants to be. And then, insult to injury, Toothless finds out — while scrapping with a spider that's far too big for his liking — that he can no longer breathe fire.
Take the fire from a dragon and you take its spirit, very nearly, but Toothless keeps himself on his feet.
This place, whatever it is, is dangerous. He can't let his guard down.
He patrols the shafts and listens for his Viking friends, utterly unconcerned about doors and where they may lead.
Day 3 or so
To be honest, he's kind of relieved that it's not. Those things don't want to hang out with him, but Toothless might, though he doesn't look too hot.
Souji doesn't have Tefra with him to make a good impression, this time, but he still approaches Toothless and waves a hand at him.
"Hey. Are you doing okay?"
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He crosses the distance to Souji, sniffing at his shoes.
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He reaches into his jacket and brings out a bag of jerky he found. A dragon probably needs it more than he does, he imagines, taking a couple of pieces and offering the rest to Toothless.
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"The animals here are pretty dangerous. Have you had to fight any of them?"
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"Do you want to stick together for awhile?"
That might ease both their minds.
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Day 2 - Late
Right now, though, she's running from something that scrabbles along the tunnel and doesn't want to think about what is making that noise. Oh hell no.
Ellen rounds a corner and her pickaxe - something she'd found near the iodine - comes up when something (oh please don't let that be a spider) jumps at her. Ellen slides to the ground and then scrambles to her feet. She whips around to defend herself - yes, yes that is a spider - and backs away as the spider stalks her. Stepping into a shadow, she trips over something (a quick glance says that might be a tail) and goes down. The spider jumps and she swings her pickaxe, connecting with it.
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Like a spider, hitting the wall a few feet away after being flung by a pickaxe. He doesn't understand these spiders. They're so enormous, and they taste terrible. Still, he knows an aggressive creature when he sees one, and spots Ellen on the ground.
The Night Fury snarls to get the arachnid's attention (it turns almost comically) before pouncing. He keeps one heavy paw on top of its body, to prevent it from biting him, and uses the claws on his other paw to rip it to shreds.
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Panting, she leans on the pickaxe and just stares at it for a moment. Sure, why the hell not? "Thanks." Ellen offers. It seems the polite thing to do.
Ellen looks around and then back at the dragon. She shoves very gross hair out of her face and then puts down the pickaxe for a moment. "You're not going to eat me, right?" Ellen feels the need to ask this, since, really, she does not want to die down here.
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"Alright. I need to have a seat. Too damned old for this." She waves at the cave wall and slides down it, still watching her friend here. "My name is Ellen, by the way. People call you something?"
She is talking to a dragon. WHY THE HELL NOT?
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It's a crude way of introduction, Charades, but it's all he has. They don't have any writing implements down here.
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day ..........something??!?! I dunno; I fail at remembering all the details, sob
- giant spiders
- he's alone
- spiders that are large
- his magic seems to be gone, completely
- spiders on the side of huge
- dogs that are not as friendly as Fang
- DID WE MENTION THE FUCKING SPIDERS????????????
So. Ron's more or less useless, and just trying to stay away from any and all creatures that seem out for his blood. Also, he's pretty hungry.
The hunger vanishes when he spots another spider, far too close for his liking, and he feels like puking up his entire insides. Too frozen in fear to make a run for it.
This is five billion times worse than Aragog, because then he had Harry, he had magic, he had the car to rescue them.
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So when he spots another, reared up, he thinks very little of rushing forward and immediately stomping on it. In fact, he makes quite a show of flattening the vicious little creature. It's only after that that he notices Ron, and rumbles a curious greeting at him.]
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Ahem.
So. Ron watches the whole dramatic stomping play out right in front of him, and again, nearly pukes. This time from relief that that's one less spider to worry about.
Of course, then he realises just what saved him. This may not work out very well after all.
(He's far less scared of dragons--even though this is a breed he doesn't recognise--than he is spiders, though. He can't help it.)]
Oh...where's Charlie when I need him... [he mumbles to himself, more or less.] Er, nice dragon...
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He'd taken it more or less as an insult, then, but right now it's a good thing.]
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Okay, this is definitely not a dragon from his world. Which is good, really, because he'd be in bits if it were. But this one seems to understand him? He relaxes a little and tries again.]
Thanks...for saving me? [He glances at the now dead spider and gives a full-body shudder. Even dead, it's too much.]
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kjdgk I never got this notif >:(
Day 2!
[For those not in the know, that would be the sound of one Jesse Pinkman hurtling down a mining shaft, bent crowbar-thing in hand and a fucking... A fucking thing behind him. He didn't get too good a look at said thing, but between the growling and the smell of it, yeah, no, he'd grabbed his (pitiful) stash of jerky and booked it.
Booked it all the way down the long tunnel, around a few corners, and right into the path of another thing with bright, glowing eyes and a huge tail and fucking scales--
Yeah, fuck his life. Skidding comically before slamming into the creature whose patrol he seems to have lucked into, he yelps-] Jesus Christ-! [before backing away. Slowly.]
Oh god.
[You'll have to excuse his manners, Toothless, he's never seen a (real) dragon before, and so clearly the logical response is to just. Stare. While flattening against the wall as much as humanly possible, like he's hoping it'll just suck him right up. That's gotta be less painful than getting eaten alive, right?
God he hates this place.
This is it. He's done. The crowbar drops and he's... Just gonna squeeze his eyes shut and hope it's quick.] Oh my god--
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Well, then. Mystery solved.
The Night Fury turns to face the threat and snarls, but when the dog creature doesn't back down he outright charges it and sends it skidding backward. He swipes at it, hissing, and it gets the picture, running back the way it had come.
Toothless turns back to Jesse, relaxing a little — though that tire iron makes him nervous enough to keep his distance, for the time being. He trills quietly in the back of his throat, like a cat's purr, eyes growing wider.]
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But after a few more moments of hissing and thumping and scampering (?), he still isn't dead, and it's at this point he cracks an eye open, so sure he's about to be treated to, like, a wall of teeth or fire that when he isn't, it's almost as startling as running into the thing in the first place.
It's just... Sitting there. Like, not moving at all.
Like it's waiting for him to say something.]
Uh...
[Tentatively, he peers down the way he'd come, chancing taking his eyes off of the dragon in favour of seeing what's up with the... Other thing. (And what is his life that this is a choice he has to make now...?) Once he's satisfied there's no sign of the dog, he turns back to the dragon again. The purring dragon.
...Right. Weird.] Um. Did you... Did you scare it off? Is it gone?
[He's hoping that doesn't translate to "please tear my vocal chords out", but considering the way it's just sitting there looking at him all expectantly, well... He's feeling like it's shadier not to say anything at all. Can it even understand him...? What if it chased the other thing off just so it could have him all to itself? Does it have baby dragons to feed--??]
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Rather than move, which might alarm him further, Toothless simply sits there and waits for Jesse to ask him something else. Perhaps after enough time, the Viking will be convinced that he doesn't want to eat him.]
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But then it dawns on him that it almost looked like a nod, and when no fire comes he's kind of forced to reevaluate what it all means.
...Yeah.
Tentatively:] You speak English? Or, like, understand English?
[Yep, it's official: he's lost his mind. It's like that scene in The Happening when Mark Walberg is talking to a plastic tree. He's reached that level of insane. But... What else is he gonna do?]
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Toothless inclines his head to the second question, tilting it to the side curiously. It would be far more convenient if he could talk, himself, but he does pretty well, he likes to think. It's hard for him to stay in one spot like this, but he doesn't want to frighten Jesse anymore than he already is.]
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U G H THAT FACE KILL ME
have an even cuter face!
aljksdgka cannot
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TONGUE AW GOD
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he is the actual most precious
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