childrenofbajablast | Test Drive Meme #3

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Test Drive Meme #3

GOLDEN GREENERY

Bloom by The Paper Kites

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The Paper Kites are an Australian indie rock/folk rock band from Melbourne. The band was formed in 2009 by lead vocalist/guitarist Sam Bentley and keyboardist/guitarist Christina Lacy. Their 2010 single "Bloom" has been certified Platinum in the United States.

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Recently, Town was decorated by locals and Fae folk both. Things are a bit more colorful and the sun is shining more and more instead of the continuous winter gloom from before. The world finally feels like it's coming alive again.

Sorry about your possible allergies as trees blossom and spit excess pollen.

There also seems to be an emphasis on both green and gold. Crowns or other accessories of clovers are being made for luck. Whether or not they're actually lucky, who knows! Dragon-bonded are also being enlisted in helping with post-winter (and post Mind Flayer) repairs. Those creatures did quite a number skittering around some homes so why not lend a hand - clawed or otherwise - now that you're here? It'll help with offworlders reputation if nothing else!

Meanwhile, the Fae appear to have taken to the opposite of helping as they are wont to do. They are instead trying to trick locals and offworlders both with glittering chests of gold that most would know are too good to be true.

These are mimics who will attempt to devour someone that falls for the temptation of quick riches. Not to worry though, they're relatively harmless and all just for a good bit of fun. You might need some help though getting unstuck since they can be pretty persistent once their trap has been sprung.

CH-CH-CHANGES

There comes a time in every young dragon's life where they begin to experience some changes. That might be nothing new to those established in Town by now, of course, as the majority of their changes have come and gone. Nothing can surprise them anymore about their dragon-bonds.

...Or so they thought!

Whether established characters or ones just pulled through the summoning circle, springtime is a season that throws almost all dragons for a little bit of a loop. It is a common rutting season and those hormone fluctuations can strike when least expected.

Even if outside of your specific dragon's season or newly arrived, they'll be swept up by the rest being in so close proximity and likely be at least mildly affected as well. Some handle this season better than others, but there are still specific things to watch out for as more 'universal' experiences.

Heightened aggression

competitive drive

Brooding

compulsion to cuddle up

Nesting

Increased Libido (The NSFW Option)

those of age

sexual desire

just

PLAYTIME

To help dragon-bonded with their seasonal and instinctual urges, Charlie and others have put together some games. They understand this might be a bit overwhelming and strange to those unfamiliar. So, why not make it as fun and enjoyable as they can?

Horn Locking

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Scavenger Hunt(s)

five (5)

Baseball

Rocky Talky

One of the things that was given to you in your welcome pack from Charlie was a summoning-stone. Although it looks like, well, an ordinary stone- It's actually magic! You can look through it and see someone else's face too if you're both viewing your stones at the same time. It can also record your speech and deliver that to someone else in a snap.

One of the other features is that you can scrawl on it. It will turn your writing into legible text that you can send others to read on their stones. Of course, you need to attune yourself to your stone first. To that end, it prompts you to set up a Rockstar Profile:

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Notes

⁂ Hello and happy Spring! Welcome to Children of Bahamut's third drive meme! If you have any questions, suggestions, or feedback then feel free to ask here.

⁂ We have a top-level directory drive for ease of finding new players to tag! After some feedback, we ask that only new players link their top-levels though current players are allowed to top-level and enjoy the TDM if they so wish as well!

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⁂ The list provided by Charlie will have approximately ten (10) miscellaneous items on it to find and collect. You can decide what they are and we're operating on the honor system here of your characters going out and finding everything if you so wish. (Just let us know when you turn in your bonds that's what your character did and provide a link if possible, but know that one isn't necessary!)

⁂ You can customize the the Rockstar Profile however you wish! So long as its readable, have fun. The profile image appears best when a 250 by 250 square image. Anything too tall might stretch it strangely or cause issues. If you need to edit or crop a picture to suit, we recommend using Pixlr as a free option for up to three images! We're not sponsored or anything, it's just neat and convenient.

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Well. In due time, the body always reveals the truth of the matter.

Sometimes that time comes faster than one might expect.

Ignis doesn't call her out on it. Not verbally, at any rate. All he does is nod, and offer his arm again. "Then I will do my best for you, Lady Lunafreya." However, he can be somewhat flexible with that wording, in his opinion. And Charlie's home is a decent distance away from their own.

This means it's really nothing special for him to be sure to take her through the marketplace, still bustling and full of life even this early in the day. A variety of fruits and vegetables are everywhere, along with some folks who've gotten some meat out. Must be good travels on the roads, for them to be happening this early out of winter.

He lightly touches her hand where it rests upon his arm. "If I may trouble you for a brief diversion, Lady Lunafreya, but since we are heading to home, may I grab a few things for supper? It shall not take but a moment."

Out of all the questions that Ignis could have gotten about this place... That one clearly catches him off guard, brows raising a touch before he lets a curled fist rest upon his chin. What does he like most about this place?

Well. In some ways, it is a downgrade from what they had access to in Eos. Very old fashioned in terms of technology, and that is putting it politely. Their beds aren't nearly as comfortable as before, which he does worry about when it comes to Noctis's back. He thinks if he has to keep cutting things up like this without using a blender, he might develop arthritis in his twenties.

And yet, when he thinks of what he likes most about this place....

Ignis closes his eyes, imagining the sight he embeds into his memory at the end of every day, when he's ushered the rest to bed. "If I had to say... It is that I can go out to see the night sky, nearly every night." Barring bad weather, of course. "There are no bright lights out here which pollute the view, making it impossible to look upon the stars... and there need be no such lights, save perhaps for convenience, because there are no daemons which lurk in the shadows of night in this place.

"One can simply make their home go dark, and step outside, at any point in the night, and look upwards."

And the view is breathtaking every time.

"Yes... They've been restless with the winter, so no doubt their already agitated energy was intrigued by a new arrival such as yourself." And they can all see how that played out.

"If you have recently arrived, I hardly mind keeping you company, or explaining more about Town, if you so wish."

Not to mention it's always good, in his opinion, to learn about new people.

If only he could actually see that smile past the mountain of supplies. Ravus makes a soft sound, and furrows his brows when he opens the door. Quickly, he's leaned forward to hoist most of it into his much larger arms, though nearly sweeps Prompto up too.

"Err- welcome, little one. Yes, I am quite ready, though I hadn't realized you'd be bringing the entire workshop." He brings the boxes, scraps and oversized bundle over to the broad table he's mostly been using as an alchemy bench. He's just grateful he thought to declutter it ahead of time as he sets it all down. Then comes back over to Prompto to usher him inside, and shut the door behind him.

Once he's locked the door, he sets a hand on Prompto's lower back, and bows to press a chaste, but affectionate kiss to his cheek. "Mind you, it is not with complaint, though. I'm glad you're so enthused."

"You will not be ambushed while I stand guard. I will be able to sense any living or magical being's approach and shall act accordingly. Offensive magic as well as physical combat are amongst my strengths."

It's about the best reassurance he can give. Elidibus backs it up by summoning his sword to his side, opting to withhold the shield for now. The weapon is held in an easy grip, though he is careful to ensure it does not appear threatening to Ryu. When Ryu begins to move downstream, Elidibus follows upon the shoreline, eyes watchful as they scan both banks of the river.

[Themis is picking up on that unease through voice and body language, even with both of their draconic forms. He isn't especially comfortable with everything himself. Far from it. But he is also the type to relish in new knowledge and experiences, Nannan's curiosity aside, so it is affecting him less severely.]

Distraction is a valid manner of handling all that we must deal with. I have found, however, that it does not soothe any instincts or urges beyond that to stretch one's wings. It merely delays them for a time.

[The mention of itchy horns did draw his attention back to the way his own practically buzzed with the sensation. It grows until he cannot stand it, ducking his head and neck in an interesting display of flexibility so that his fore-paws can scratch at the most problematic spots. With a sigh, he manages to relieve the sensation for now, and returns back to his previous position.]

[The motion had not deviated his path of flying at all.]

I have found that working alongside the instincts tends to satisfy them. Not giving in to what they crave exactly, but finding that knife's edge balance of an action close enough to cause them to reduce while keeping my dignity intact.

This is, of course, easier to do with someone that one trusts.

"Understood. I'll have weapon at ready regardless." Admittedly, maybe stalking directly through the wetland growth was not the greatest of plans, but it was better than hoping he could find it by scanning from the top of the dang place.

"-- Ooh, horseradish." This, he DOES slash a stem of, and he does pocket, before he keeps moving.

Just around the bend in the river, but on the other side, in the quieter, slower lea of the shore. "... Of course."

"Oh. Well. I do like to be able to see the sky," Ryu responds. "I... like the reminder. That it's not just painted on."

He looks around at the districts, and appraises the damage. "If it wouldn't be disrespectful to the former occupants, then, what about one of the ones with holes in it?"

"Far be it from me to dissuade you from protecting yourself."

Elidibus bypasses the horseradish, he has more than enough cooking materials at home at present. What matters more is finishing this list.

"Yes? Is there something else you see?"

He points it out. "That looks like a small stand of lemongrass, over there." Spring snowmelts being what they are, he's understandably wary of the river, testing its full flow.

"I... suppose it could be seen that way. I would not identify myself as such though, as I lacked the ability to become a dragon." The question about powers draws a slight smile across his muzzle.

"Of a sort. Again I wouldn't refer to them as such given what they do, but I was possessed of the Crest of Flames. Crests are passed down often through blood lines. Many noble bloodlines possess crests that imbue the bearer with certain properties. Mine allows me to quickly heal from blows and gives me extra strength."

The time powers... those came direct from Sothis herself, and he will leave that out for now. It's too nuanced for him to want to get into, and there are some bitter memories attached besides.

He's tentative, that much is clear. Byleth doesn't mind taking the lead in the least. A role he now has memory of occupying more than not. In another life.

He presses in, feeling his hips meet the shape of the man's cock under the water. deft hand-paw follows it, touching gently at first. Light grazing touches before taking it more firmly in his grasp and guiding it to press against his own.

The draconic anatomy has provided quite the boon in that department. He steadies his breathing, pressing a kiss to Lahabrea's neck and shoulder. He presses into the curious touches when they happen, encouraging him for more.

Caspar's got no interest in being smug, that's for sure; after all, there's no shame in losing to him! He knows he's great at what he does, he's just happy to be here and that Popp is working so hard at this!!

Speaking of which: He absolutely cackles with delighted surprise when Popp just throws himself at him. It's enough of a surprise to throw him off-balance, even! "Whoa-- yeah, there we go! Do your worst!"

"Excellent! I do believe I may be able to harvest it from the bank."

He moves to do so, harvesting a bit more than what he may need for the list while keeping an eye of Ryu and their surroundings. He gives the plant a sniff, but cannot detect any hint of lemon scent.

"...This may be what I was looking for. It should smell of citrus, yes?"

"It should, yeah." He follows after, wading across the water just to make sure. "... Well, it's definitely not lemongrass, at least."

"Oh, you want my worst?"

He might not be in dragon form, and Senrik's soul might be doing the spiritual equivalent of covering his eyes with his forepaws and peeking through his claws, but there's a little bit of instinct here that tells him to wrap himself around his opponent. If he can just scramble around and get his arm over Caspar's neck from here...!

(( In case the video goes down, or in case someone is reading and does not wish to click on a video link, this is a wrestling move known as the Dragon Bite. If all goes as planned for Popp, which isn't necessarily going to be the case, he'll have his legs wrapped around from Caspar's waist from behind, and his forearm across his neck and stretching his head back. He doesn't have the muscle to make it really painful, though. ))

This is actually the second worst thing he could do while clinging to someone's back. He promised Gome he wouldn't do the worst one again.

"Considering it does not, this must be a sample of the 'fuckweed' I have been searching for."

He grins at Ryu.

"Thank you for your assistance. Would you like to claim a sample?"

"He is, but I don't think he minds. It was all kind of sudden, from what it seems like, and he's just doing his best." It would be funny if the god made an appearance abruptly. Ardyn did find out the hard way that he is often listening more than he isn't, but- That was also a public declaration on the network.

"I could show you a place or two," he says, but notably doesn't offer a hand or... anything and instead just gestures to follow along. While it might be more 'friendly' or convincing, the idea of touching Lunafreya doesn't sit right. He shouldn't. The last time he did, it hadn't ended well for either of them.

"Though, really, I'm sure he's seen worse. He wouldn't judge you either. He's not that kind of god." Unlike some they both know.

"Hey, Dimitri has something like that. The blond one, I mean, not the one with the scars. Maybe you're from the same place!"

Popp sounds a little proud of himself for remembering that, and rolls about happily. He's missed details before; he deserves to be a little chirpy about managing to catch one.

"No healing on his, though - ah, that has to be so useful, having a healer as backup's saved my hide before, but being able to do it yourself sounds really good."

It's at least all out there with no room for mistaking what she means, at least. That has to count for something. Hopefully!

"Oh, like-" She looks mostly human right now, but then runs her fingers along her neckline to highlight the green glitter of scales there. "Scales, horns, and other dragon features! It's... rough at first, but after a few months you can shift as much or little as you want like I can now.

Each dragon also has a breath weapon. Green dragons are poison, for example, so I can breathe that if I wanted to."

While she would usually agree, things here have been different for Rosie too in no shortage of ways. Even she couldn't have imagined someone doing something just out of kindness a few months ago; yet, now here she is offering just that. So, point is, she gets it and why Aurelia wouldn't trust it immediately.

"Well, if you can do protection spells- That might be nice. We had an issue with Intellect Devourers not too long ago. I think they're all gone now? But just in case one tries to creep back in to my inn, I'd like to have some prevention in place for myself and the guests." Hopefully, that's sufficient enough to qualify a stay for an evening (or more, if necessary).

There's a subtle release of tension from Aurelia's shoulder, the suspicion dropping out of her gaze for a quiet and blank acceptance. She considers the proposal in silence until they arrive at the inn, and begins sizing it up. She paces back and force a few times before turning to Rosie and speaking again, voice stripped of emotional nuance.

"I can handle that, but it will take some time. Three days of work for basic warding set ups. I'm unsure of the currency exchange here, if you'll accept barter though... I would accept your hospitality in exchange for the inn's defense".

She's leaving the idea open, but there's something slightly different about her attitude. Some quiet exhaustion that she's clearly forcing herself to endure. Perhaps her fights with the fae and mimics took more out of her than it looked.

"That sounds fine by me!" She can take the time to talk to Charlie then, maybe, and decide on her own lodging beyond that. It'd be better than some people who just decided to try and make their way out in the wilderness. Although their choice, it didn't sit right with her when she had a perfectly good place to take folks in now. "And you won't find any better hospitality, I can promise that."

Especially since Rosie does note that she looks a bit tired. Whether it be from the stress of all of this or just something back home, well- Does it matter? If this can at least relieve some of her worries, then that's good enough.

It isn't an especially large inn, at least. Two stories in total with a handful of rooms on the ground floor but the majority on the second. The main features were the kitchen and bar that offered seasonal, themed offerings. There were also live performances from traveling bards or Rosie herself that attracted more people in the evenings. Aurelia might get to see one in the time she works but also that Rosie tends to do just about a bit of everything. There is staff to help out during the day but the nights are just her who and whoever is staying.

Aurelia, too, is already hard-working at the wards but perhaps like recognizes like in that way. It's why she makes it a point to stop by wherever she is with some food. She hasn't seen her eat yet, so: "Do you want anything? Just got some fruit and easy things for now, but kitchen is still open."

The Inn is far from the worst place Aurelia has stayed, and as she scouts it out… poking her head into unoccupied bedrooms and measuring the walls with her hands, she can’t help but mentally compare it to the barracks and dormitories of both war camps and a city under siege.

A stark improvement over both, there’s an undeniable air of comfort and satisfaction to the place.

Aurelia’s nose twitches slightly as the food is brought by, but she continues to look at the pad of paper she’s drawing complex diagrams on, continuing to write out a series of equations until it reaches it’s end. Like recognizes like, and it’s only when Aurelia has ‘finished’ her current problem does she look up and meet Rosie’s eyes with her red gaze. Even for the brief second of contact, there’s a subtle weight, something inhuman to her eyes before she looks away.

Yet her body language does not read monstrous, rather simple nervousness. Pale fingers fiddle with a pencil, while her body shifts slightly left and right as though preparing to make her escape. She bites her lip, revealing the tip of a fang for a moment before she sighs and speaks up again. “No I … I do not wish to lie to you, so I will answer honestly. Unless you have fresh blood to offer, I will not be needing food for my stay.”

She refuses to look at Rosie again as she mutters softly, clearly expecting some form of negativity to fall on her as her body tenses up again… ready for a fight once more.

That'd make Rosie happy to hear since she's tried hard to make the place somewhere people want to be. Although not entirely the opposite or antithesis to the penthouse she was caged in for years, it was certainly more 'lived in' than there. That's how she liked it and she was glad that at least translated well for others either so far.

Even though the other woman doesn't meet her gaze initially, the blond doesn't take it any sort of way. She's more than familiar with needing to finish a thought or not wanting to lose progress on something before addressing someone else. When Aurelia does look up at her though, it's not what she expects to see. A flicker of something anxiously uncertain that makes Rosie wonder if she overstepped somehow before anything.

All that nervous energy though leads to that confession: she doesn't need to eat. "Oh," she answers, firstly. After only a brief beat though, she does have more to add. "That's not a problem, actually! I mean, actually, I probably should have prepared for that..." With all the different kind of offworlders that might appear, vampires or otherwise being among them should have been a consideration. She'll have to see what she can provide eventually.

But in the meantime: "Well, I meant what I said about having the best hospitality!" She sets that plate of food off to the side before brushing her hair back behind her shoulders. "If blood's all you need, I've got plenty." Which is emphasized by fingers tapping on her bare neckline.

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