Gate Crashers {Mini-plot!}

[casey]

Agent Blythe had been running toward the Wingrose dormitories. He'd stopped when he saw that the dragon had stopped thrashing out, and started... posing. This alone was enough to stun Casey for a a while, and he simply gawked at the dragon, not believing it.

He then became aware that Fey had climbed the dragon, which was both very brave and slightly stupid. After all, Casey doubted that Fey had the right abilities to face off against a dragon. Not that Casey's set was much better. At least he wouldn't get eaten.

when the dragon didn't move, Casey began to relax. It looked like this dragon was... well, at least distracted. Which meant that they should worry about the other one. Mostly worrying about whether or not Scythe was going to be eating it.

Casey turned, looking back to the poor dragon fighting Scythe. As such, he didn't see Fey, and jumped slightly when she asked him the question.

"What? Pretty?" he repeated, blinking. Why was she asking that? "Yeah, of course, but, uh, what does that have to do with dealing with the dragons? Shouldn't we be worried about them eating people or something?"

Women confused Casey, always had.

"I mean, the other one's distracted, right? Did you get him?"

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

Fey was mildly suspicious of the way Casey just brushed off her question, and as such, in this vulnerable moment, only half-believed him. She consequently adopted something like a subtly pouting position and tried to ignore the rest of what he said to her. However, she couldn't help but hear it, and when she heard it, couldn't help but answer.

"No I didn't 'get him'. He decided I was too ugly to be in his picture and told me to get off," she said tersely. "But he is distracted."

She looked adamantly away from him and sniffed an angry sniff.

"Well? What are we supposed to do now?" she demanded, as if she'd been waiting for an answer for a good few minutes, and refusing to meet his eyes.

Why couldn't a male relic hunter have found me? Even this man would have been better...

[zeth]

Zeth, who finally got to the Wingrose dorms, was watching the dragon pose for a Wingrose girl, who Locke had called Kiri, which seemed absolutely ridiculus. Zeth scratched his head in confusion, wondering how a girl could get an acid drooling dragon to sease it's rampage.

Looking back over to the other senario, Zeth watch the other dragon, of course, running from Scythe, though it hadn't got as messy as Zeth had predicted.

Turning his head back to the dragon in front of him, Zeth sighed. This is one crazy academy..... Looking around the rest of the scene, Zeth saw Locke, appearing dismayed at the scene, and walked toward him. Approching ear shot, Zeth asked Locke, "Do you have any idea how she tamed that dragon?"

[casey]

"Was he blinded or something?" asked Casey, quite serious and slightly confused. "You know, the whole... wait, were you annoying him or something? That's probably it. The whole climbing up a dragon thing. Right."

Casey nodded, then turned to look for the other dragon. He looked to be having fun with Scythe still, so Casey wasn't quite sure how to handle that one.

"Uh... I'd say we were supposed to take care of the other dragon, but Scythe's there," Casey pointed. "On second thought, maybe we ought to run over there and make sure that nobody kills and/or eats anybody."

Casey frowned, already picturing the war dragon taking chunks out of his opponent. Sure, Scythe could handle himself, but clearly they needed to consider putting him on a chain or something.

"We could wait for reinforcements to show, more Agents and Commander Nia should be showing shortly," offered Casey, turning to look back at the Academy entrance, as if he hoped that said reinforcements would suddenly pour out.

[scythe]

The dragon was running form him, or attempting to. Hands dropping to his sides he roared furious that such a pathetic example of dragon dare exist . Infidel, worthless, pitiful. Eyes the color of spilled blood he started growing and shifting. This was not acceptable! This thing would no long walk this earth if he could not even fight a humanoid. It will die.

The more it scrambled and tripped. The more it flashed its weaknesses like a bad tabloid headliner the more he wanted the thing dead. His race was being disgraced by a tumbling, scaled, gecko. This kind of display of his race he would not tolerate. Besides such stupidity, such annoyance should not be allowed to survive in any race. Death to the idiot. Fool, imbecile, cretin.

People might see his true form but it didn't matter. All that mattered was erasing the reptilian dunce from existence. Wings like giant blades, a beak sharped to razor edge, and claws that could easily rip through dragon scales as if they were butter. His life spent on honing every inch of his body to become a weapon, a tool. To stop him they'd have to knock him unconscious with dragon's bane again. Paralyze, incapacitate, inert.Or kill him. Or the dragon he was after would have to defeat him. Or he would have to eat the dragon he was going after, whichever came first.

[Admin]

Freed of its stowaway, the posing dragon, well, posed. Since Kiri hadn't given him very precise instructions (or he couldn't remember them through his addled mind), the dragon shifted through several admirable poses. In other words, what he'd been doing.

the other dragon continued to run around, now roaring/screaming in terror as Scythe tore after him.

"Whyyyyyy is the scary creature following meeeeeee?" whined the dragon. It plowed through several hedges, tripped over a tree, and looked about to squash students.

And at this time, a dark skinned Faerie arrived on the scene. Nia Sunsglow, the head of the Agents, did not look happy. In all honesty, she rarely did, but now she looked upset. Her brow furrowed, and she frowned.

"Blythe! DuChance!" she ordered, her voice crystalline sharp. "Why is Agent Wingblade chasing a dragon around the Academy grounds?"

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

Fey huffed angrily and started to stomp away from Casey in a very childish manner. Never before had her appearance truly been questioned. Sure, she didn't put a whole lot of effort into making herself look great, but she figured she at least had that, "Wow, she would clean up really well," thing going for her. Natural beauty and all that. So now that she had reason (or so she thought) to doubt that, she wasn't pleased.

She didn't hear much of anything Casey said, not even the bit about Commander Nia, but since Commander Nia appeared just about then anyway, it didn't matter much. Fey had happened to be storming toward where she had appeared, and gave her an answer in a clearly sarcastic and snippy tone. Being someone who had never had a formal boss in their life, she likely didn't even know the meaning of insubordination.

"Probably because it didn't stand still and take the beating it's going to get," she said, raising her voice so she was sure Nia would hear her, even over the distance.

I think you require a nap.

"I think you require a shut your stupid mouth, Odji," she muttered quietly. She found a grassy knoll and sat there, still pouting slightly, and still looking angry. As far as she was concerned, she was going to sit right there and not move until someone gave her a direct order, and even then she'd get up as slowly as possible.

Everyone knows fat, ugly people can't move fast.

[Locke F. Herald]

Locke jumped when he heard another male voice in the girls dorms. He turned to see Zeth.

"Zeth?" He asked confused. "What on earth are you doing here? And yeah, I have a few guesses. Let's just say the dragon must be diabetic." He said with a smirk. He knew that joke would be way over Kiri's head, but it might be over Zeth's too. No matter, he'd get a good chuckle out of it himself.

"This might not be a safe place to be. She's keeping this dragon still, and I'm staying here, but I don't think we should all be here. It might get needlessly messy don't you agree? Besides, the dragon might forget what it is doing and decide to attack anyway, so you might not want to be here right now. After all, I'm not completely helpless."

Locke cracked his knuckles, letting a few sparks fly. "All it takes is a small amount of power in the right spot, it's the rule of the world."

[Karmine de Arcadia]

Karmine had watched the whole debacle from the doors of the Academy. Finally another teacher came running towards the door, and Karmine nearly clotheslined the poor man.

"ey!" He said strong arming him. "Stay ere an make sure tha kids are ok!" He ordered, not knowing the mans position relative to his own. Not waiting for an answer he flew off into the sky after Sycthe and his prey.

"Tsk tsk. Trying ta use strength ta beat a drunkard? They 're all loose and woobly, be like tryin ta punch ya way through jello. Nah, gotta use other ways." He said, flapping his wings at the dragon. Both Scythe and the other dragon would be exposed to the glamor, a rather simple one. It would probably put down the big one, not likely do more then annoy Scythe and give him a headache though.

What was this glamor? Simple. A combination Strobe Light/Disco ball. The pulsating multiple colors wrecked havoc on drunkards, and Karmine knew that one from experience.

"Let's see how ya function ta well now?"

[casey]

Great, Casey had managed to get Fey upset, lose track of the dragons, let Scythe run lose, and now Commander Nia had to arrive. Muttering, he hurried over to her, suddenly wishing there were about five more Agents in the nearby area to report.

"Two dragons showed up," he offered, wincing as he knew how obvious that should be, "ma'am," he added. "Agent Wingrose engaged one of them in battle... and appears to have gotten," Casey hazarded a nervous glance toward the battle, and now the flashing lights, "a little excited. The other dragon headed for the Wingrose dormitories, where Agent DuChance and myself attempted to subdue it. Fortunately it looks like a student has managed to get it more or less... tame."

Casey gulped, nervously shifting his feet. This wasn't his forte, so he shouldn't get blamed too much for this. Just what you'd expect from the acting Agent in charge during what was clearly a debacle.

"At least we have everything under control?"

[ken]

Having figured Kiri to be safe, Kennedy left the Wingrose dormitories, quickly heading back to the main danger zone. By now most of the students had evacuated to their dormitories, which made it a good deal easier for Kennedy to move about. Still, the tutor had to yell at a few stragglers, and help a couple along the way.

As such, he arrived a good deal after Nia, and found that the situation looked... both horrible and slightly under control. There were now so many people around, doing so many things. And a flashing light in the air...

Kennedy blinked, then looked over his shoulder. Maybe he should consider actually doing his job. Head back to the Cavan dormitories and make sure everything's okay there. He probably shouldn't be here anyway...

But, could he just?

It didn't look like anyone besides Agents was in danger. So Kennedy didn't need to risk his neck, really. For now, the tutor stood in the door, waiting to see if they needed him for anything.

[Kiri Honeywater]

Absorbed in her own little world she didn't hear anyone else in the room any longer. Instead she was focused on the dragon before her. The constant changing in poses however was driving her batty. Kicking her feet she waved her pencil and pad in the air.

"Hey! Hold still!" She yelled at the dragon. "Pick a dragony pose and keep it for more than thirty seconds. I can draw fast but not that fast!"

Whenever it picked a pose she went back to her drawings. Every once in a while she'd yell for him to tilt his head or flex a claw to define the muscles more. Other than that she remained silent and absorbed in her sketchings.

[Admin]

The dragon previously being chased by Scythe stopped dead in his tracks. Great tufts of dirt went flying in the air, and at least one tree met an untimely end. You see, the dragon's eyes were riveted on a flashing, spinning ball of glorious light.

"Dude.... it's... flashing," the creature managed. He sat down with a great thunderous noise, and just stared. A blank expression crossed his face, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His eyes refused to leave the sparkling ball. "Flashing... ball... it's... so... beautiful..."

Meanwhile, the other dragon was busy being sketched by a pretty Faerie girl. When Kiri yelled at him, he actually looked abashed, lowering his head and pouting a little. Great sniffs were to be heard, and a few crocodile tears dripped to the ground.

"Okay, I'll be good..." he promised. Then he cleared his throat, wiped his eyes, and struck a truly imposing dragon pose: rear stuck in the air, mouth open, tongue held slightly in the air, one foreleg raised, talons out, one clutching the ground.

Commander Nia turned to Agent Blythe, then to Agent DuChance, then to the posing dragon, then to the stunned dragon.

"Well... it looks like everything's under control. Someone needs to try and talk the dragons into turning human, so we can bring them in for questioning," her eyes went to the poser. "I'd say wait till the picture is done. We don't want to upset him. Blythe, DuChance, I'm leaving things to you. Call me if you need me."

Clearly this situation wasn't important enough for the head of the Agents to be bothered. She nodded curtly to her two workers, then turned on her heel and headed back into the building.

[zeth]

Zeth looked between the dragon looking at the strange discoball, and the posing dragon, equally amused, yet disturbed. He always thought dragons were interesting, but now they seemed more like overgrown drunkards with scales, teeth, and claws. Sighing, Zeth took Locke's advice to mind, but instead of agreeing immediately...

"Well, everything does seem in order, but I doubt you could really hurt them until they've changed to thier humanoid forms. My 'alchemy' is even pretty useless right now..." Glancing over to the pools of mud from earlier, Zeth flinched with how badly that had failed. Overconfidence wins again.

"But, I see nothing to do right now....and as I already said, everything seems fine." Leaning against a wall, Zeth sighed.

Now what to do?

[scythe]

The drugged out lizard was stopping. Why was it stopping. Growling and snarling Scythe had to take to the air in one smooth wing movement to keep from crashing into said stoned dragon. Drugged, intoxicated, narcotized. Using as much force as possible he lifted into the air glaring at the fairy who'd set up the strobe light.

"Vuz zat necessary?" He growled out the words sounding much like falling stone down a rock side. What he wanted and intending in doing was killing and happily munching on the cretin before him. Not the fairy, the stoned dragon;however, now that the thing was completely distracted and no where close in a fighting position he decided it wasn't worth it. At least when it was running it felt like a fun little cgame of at and mouse. Now it was just sad. Depressing, doleful, low. So flying off to the side a bit he landed in an extremely foul mood for having his fun ruined. For showing his dragon form for no good, and the fact that this entire thing had been pointless.

Growling and glaring he racked his claws into the earth focusing his glares at the fairy or peon. Then with a shake of his massive head he took to the air. For he was obviously not needed. Required, wanted, necessary.