just a dragon in a mine

[no_eels]

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.
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.

Comments

Day 3 or so

[eatsyourscience]

When Souji hears Toothless moving around, he things it might be another one of the spiders or dogs. Naturally, the only option is to get closer and check it out.

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?"

[no_eels]

The sight of Souji, or more specifically the scent of him, is enough to trigger the memory of the little dragon. It's a good memory. He brightens, though he finds himself disappointed at the lack of Tefra. Toothless rumbles uncertainly at the question; truth be told, he's not certain how he's doing. But he's still alive. That's something, surely.

He crosses the distance to Souji, sniffing at his shoes.

[eatsyourscience]

It's as much as anyone can ask for at the moment, unfortunately. Souji's got a few scrapes and bruises, along with a pretty fresh spider bite on one of his forearms. It's starting to show signs of infection, but he doesn't really know what he can do about that at the moment other than try to keep it clean.

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.

[no_eels]

Toothless makes a pleased noise, licking the jerky out of Souji's hand with a surprisingly slimey and agile tongue. He chews the jerky well before swallowing, making the most of it. Food's scarce down here, and dragons eat a lot when they can. He looks back up at the young Viking — not expectantly, but curiously. He seems to be taking in Souji's injuries, sniffing at them in concern.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji holds out his arm a bit to make it easier to sniff. The spider bite is the worst of it, luckily. The rest are scrapes and bruises of mild severity.

"The animals here are pretty dangerous. Have you had to fight any of them?"

[no_eels]

He takes stock of the spider bite with an expression of distaste, before glancing up at the question and nodding. He's met many of the spiders, and a few of the dogs. Luckily, they're not like the invisible dogs that were in the mansion a month or so ago. They're manageable, by comparison.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji looks Toothless over again from where he's standing, but doesn't see anything that needs immediate attention. He's relieved by that.

"Do you want to stick together for awhile?"

That might ease both their minds.

Day 2 - Late

[justrunsasaloon]

She's sore, needs to find water - her tiny supply of holy water is swiftly dwindling - and is hungry. Not to mention there isn't much that she's managed to find. That small thing of iodine will come in handy... if she can find water.

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.

[no_eels]

Toothless is walking at a much slower pace when he hears the tell-tale signs of a fight. It's not unusual for him to hear, but his vision is much better down here than most. If he can be useful, and protect the Vikings, he wants to. He rushes forward — not as fast as he could, but he feels he needs to be prepared for anything.

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.

[justrunsasaloon]

That? That is a dragon. Ellen pushes herself up, grateful for the help, but she isn't sure it didn't kill the spider to eat her itself.

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.

[no_eels]

It's a sensible question. But Toothless shakes his head adamantly, watching her put down the pickaxe with an almost wary look to his eyes. It looks heavy and unpleasant, and he doesn't want to give her a reason to use it on him. There isn't much room to maneuver down here, when you're a very long dragon who relies on speed and agility in a fight. With something bigger than a spider, at least.

[justrunsasaloon]

Ellen has run across far too many weird things in her life. And there are certain spells that demand dragon something as an ingredient. Not that she's looking to parts out her friend here. Especially not after he'd saved her neck from the stupid beasties down here.

"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?

[no_eels]

The Night Fury visibly brightens at the question. She can't be too afraid of him, if she's going to sit down and ask what his name is. Toothless nods at the question, displaying that talking to this dragon isn't as silly as it could be, and opens his mouth. At first the gesture shows short white teeth, but they retract into his pink gums. He gestures at his gums with his hands.

It's a crude way of introduction, Charades, but it's all he has. They don't have any writing implements down here.

day ..........something??!?! I dunno; I fail at remembering all the details, sob

[emoteaspoon]

[So, Ron's not enjoying this. Let's list the ways this is awful for him:

- 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.

[no_eels]

[Spiders are certainly not one of Toothless' favorite things. But normally, they're small and crunchy and he doesn't really care about them. Here? They're another thing entirely, and the Night Fury has been squashing as many as he can find. They pose a certain threat to the Vikings. He's lucky in that their fangs can't really penetrate his thick hide, but they still don't feel good.

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.]

[emoteaspoon]

[Even the small and crunchy spiders have it out for Ron. :(

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...

[no_eels]

[Toothless blinks his wide green eyes at Ron, his head cocking to the side slightly. He can't really blame the Viking for being frightened of him, down here, he supposes. So when Ron says nice dragon, Toothless nods his head in agreement. He is a nice dragon. People have told him so.

He'd taken it more or less as an insult, then, but right now it's a good thing.]

[emoteaspoon]

[...What.

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.]

[no_eels]

[The Night Fury trills, a sound more like a purring cat than a noise a dragon 'should' make. He's glad to have helped him, and comes forward a few more steps before stopping. Toothless isn't yet sure if this orange-haired Viking is armed, after all, and he doesn't want to alarm him further.]

Day 2!

[cowhouse]

Shit shit shit shitshitshit--!

[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--

[no_eels]

[Jesse startles Toothless almost as much as the dragon startles the Viking. He jumps back a few nimble steps, staring at the Viking he doesn't recognize, before he hears the thudding of paws on dirt. A dog-thing, from the sounds of it. Chasing him.

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.]

[cowhouse]

[A few seconds pass- seconds that feel like hours, thank you, stress- during which time Jesse's eyes remain firmly jammed shut and he's treated to some scraping and growling and oh god he is so gonna die, any second now he's just gonna get bitten in half like the dude from Jaws--

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--??]

[no_eels]

[Toothless listens behind him, but he doesn't hear the creature anymore. He's pleased about that, and nods adamantly in regards to the Viking's question. Despite being armed, he doesn't seem to have been doing well. And he still seems quite alarmed, but the Night Fury takes that in stride — he's used to Vikings who come from worlds where dragons, strangely, don't exist.

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.]

[cowhouse]

[It's shaking its head. It's shaking its head and Jesus Christ there's a brief, awful moment in which Jesse braces himself for a wall of fire to incinerate him--

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?]

[no_eels]

[Progress! Well, aside from that moment in which it was clear that Jesse had thought the Night Fury would attack him.

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.]