Agent Grey

Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Agent Grey from Iconoclasts. Residing in house 124, Fibonacci Ward.

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Hoooo boy. Finally awake from the adrenaline surge/constant revivals that was that fight. Their hand is dead. Their shoulders are just about dead. They need to find a tech shop fast.

From: Agent Grey To: All [Text]: Anyone know of a place that can repair advanced prosthetics with mild weaponization? I’m almost useless from the legs up from that fantasy event and I only just woke up. Please respond ASAP.

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((Ok jfc my computer has been bricked for a while so tf have I missed???????))

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IsolaRadiale (06/24/19)

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“Hahh, true, having it be organized would help with destroying the more… tricky targets. Like that giant mole thing that squished me earlier. That was fun.” Said very sarcastically.

They flick on their extra arm, and use it to pick up a nearby claw of a large demon-thing they had blown to bits earlier. The claw is promptly flung into they eye of a cyclops. The arm then loops around a few goblins, strangling them before popping their heads off.

The last thing they need now is a headache, so the arm is turned off and it retreats back into the resting position between their shoulder blades.

“Well, everything is killable. The difference is that phantoms and Agents are very damn hard to kill permanently. As for anyone else from the Diamond Dogs, I’ve seen Mina. I think she’s piloting a pirate ship somewhere over there. Everyone else I know of is MIA.”

More rockets, this time into a swarm of freaking lizard-men. And not the friendly kind that they are. “Recruited a squad of magical gunmen. Also made magic guns. They’re holding down a field-medic area over thataway if you need a break at any point. Apparently they have the fancy full-restorative items, too.”

Don’t mind them, they’re just gonna snag a grenade off of Venom’s supply, shove it into the mouth of a large orc, then yeet said orc into an oncoming swarm of slimes.

Agent Grey was…entirely on a different level than Venom, but that’s okay. There’s a blade that comes close to his face, but he grabs it on their follow through, breaking their wrist, wrenching the blade free and impaling them with it. He doesn’t want to wait for the Lightening to charge up again, so he swaps out his arm for his Blast Arm.

“Field medicine was my original specialty.” He says, kneeing some sort of scaled creature in the gut and following with a knife in the eye. He turns, catching a glimpse of something big about to lunge at Grey. He drops to a knee, his prosthetic arm launching like a rocket at the target, striking it and exploding on impact. He pulls a spare one from a bag on his lower back and reattaches another one. “At this rate, we’ll run out of munitions.”

Grey returns the favor from Venom by using their extra arm to snake through the torso of a robot that had been cloaked right behind them, an arm raised to crush him. “Che. You’re right-- and the nearest logistics area I know of is several hundred feet away. I could fly us there, if you need anything-- then again, I doubt they have Tri-Tech Rocket Rounds. Or extra fists.”

Venom was, by far, the most effective regular human they’ve ever seen on a combat field. Heck, once they got out of this mess they were gonna ask for some CQC tips. Mainly because they have minimal skills in not taking lethal blows. They never really needed them before.

Grey takes a deep breath in, and exhales lightning to shock a bunch of fish-monsters that were approaching. They might miss this skill. “What’ve you got left? I’m low on rockets, but I still have several AP and regular carbine rounds.”

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phantombxss‌:

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That was a lot of lightning that had come from nowhere. Nice. And that voice was familiar! Grey turns around, and smiles upon seeing Venom.

They start to raise their own non-rocket launcher holding arm, only to have it sliced off by a charging skeleton. Their smile swiftly turns into a furious glare as they drop the rocket launcher, snag it with a clawed foot, grab their falling arm and whip it around to knock the skeleton into fragments with a cry of “DO YOU MIND?!?”

They shift their grip so they can smack the severed shoulder joint against the place where it came from. A breath, and some sort of white glow around the damaged area later, the arm appears good as new.

“Che. Sorry about that. Bastards don’t know how to sense a moment.” Hm. More skeletons getting close. Give them a sec to hoist the rocket launcher back up onto their shoulder before firing off a few rounds of three.

“Good to see you still alive and kicking, boss! And good to see you’re damn durable for a regular ol’ human.”

They have the time, so Grey gives Venom a quick salute. “Anywhere you need me to be, or is it just full chaos on the field?”

Grey was certainly something with their powers, that was for sure. “You can’t kill a phantom, Agent.” He quips, sweeping the leg of one unfortunate human-type monster, following up with an elbow strike to the back of their neck, snapping the bone. “It’s mass chaos. I would like it to be organised, but…” Oh well. You make do with what you have, right?

He’s sweating profusely inside his Parasite Suit, but it gave him a huge combat advantage in this type of situation. The buzzing little specks of dust around him were actually tiny little bugs that numbered in the millions that would react to his actions. In this instance, they gathered on the suit to act as armor, several arrows and other projectiles bouncing off and shattering harmlessly. “My armor the tactical advantage,” he states, returning fire with his pistol. “For now, let us continue the assault. They cannot continue this forever.” He had more than enough fight left in him as well. He glances at his prosthetic arm, the charging notification letting him know that it was good to go.

“Have you seen any others?”

“Hahh, true, having it be organized would help with destroying the more... tricky targets. Like that giant mole thing that squished me earlier. That was fun.” Said very sarcastically.

They flick on their extra arm, and use it to pick up a nearby claw of a large demon-thing they had blown to bits earlier. The claw is promptly flung into they eye of a cyclops. The arm then loops around a few goblins, strangling them before popping their heads off.

The last thing they need now is a headache, so the arm is turned off and it retreats back into the resting position between their shoulder blades.

“Well, everything is killable. The difference is that phantoms and Agents are very damn hard to kill permanently. As for anyone else from the Diamond Dogs, I’ve seen Mina. I think she’s piloting a pirate ship somewhere over there. Everyone else I know of is MIA.”

More rockets, this time into a swarm of freaking lizard-men. And not the friendly kind that they are. “Recruited a squad of magical gunmen. Also made magic guns. They’re holding down a field-medic area over thataway if you need a break at any point. Apparently they have the fancy full-restorative items, too.”

Don’t mind them, they’re just gonna snag a grenade off of Venom’s supply, shove it into the mouth of a large orc, then yeet said orc into an oncoming swarm of slimes.

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In a one versus god who knows how many fight, Venom's almost superhuman stamina and will to fight was a blessing. Combined with his Parasite Suit, his range of cybernetics, and his full arsenal, he was a walking army. A supply crate smashes open in front of him, and he grabs the rocket launcher, light machinegun, and bandolier of grenades from within, before hiking back to the fight.

Taking aim with the launcher, he blows a considerably large hole in a dragon type monster, watching it crash and take out a swarm of little men. He racks the bolt on the LMG, performing a walking fire maneuver as he advances. Eventually, it runs dry, and he tosses his grenades like an adult would give away halloween candy. Enemies start to close in around him, but he's one step ahead of them. Detaching the Rocket Fist and attaching the poorly named Stun Arm, it begins to rotate rapidly 360 degrees, lightning crackling as it does so. Fighting his way backwards, he gets the notification that the charge is finished and thrusts his hand up into the air, a mighty thunder-clap erupting from nowhere as lightening bolts spring forth from his fingers and strike the foes around him, chaining and arcing from one to the next. Almost in unison, they fall, twitching and fried to a crisp as his hand sparks. Through the clearing, he notices another familiar face.

"Agent. Your reinforcements have arrived."

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That was a lot of lightning that had come from nowhere. Nice. And that voice was familiar! Grey turns around, and smiles upon seeing Venom.

They start to raise their own non-rocket launcher holding arm, only to have it sliced off by a charging skeleton. Their smile swiftly turns into a furious glare as they drop the rocket launcher, snag it with a clawed foot, grab their falling arm and whip it around to knock the skeleton into fragments with a cry of “DO YOU MIND?!?”

They shift their grip so they can smack the severed shoulder joint against the place where it came from. A breath, and some sort of white glow around the damaged area later, the arm appears good as new.

“Che. Sorry about that. Bastards don’t know how to sense a moment.” Hm. More skeletons getting close. Give them a sec to hoist the rocket launcher back up onto their shoulder before firing off a few rounds of three.

“Good to see you still alive and kicking, boss! And good to see you’re damn durable for a regular ol’ human.”

They have the time, so Grey gives Venom a quick salute. “Anywhere you need me to be, or is it just full chaos on the field?”

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The world had faded to white, huh? And the demons swarm forwards with their intent to end everything. Grey takes in a breath, and points skywards. The sign for the start of their ‘plan’, however good or bad it may be.

The shock-troops of magical gunmen they’ve drilled into near-death over the past few days take to the skies, either by wings or with levitation magics. “Men! Attack with no mercy. Fight until the enemy is defeated or you die!”

The mix of Draken, Faekin, and Faeken take up areal firing positions, and start firing volley after volley of molten metal slugs. Grey picks up their own rifle and starts firing, when a massive mole of sorts emerges from the ground and steps on them. And again. And again. And again.

Well this is a shit way to go. Hah. Better than exploding, at least. If only they had their full strength-- wait. Why haven’t they died yet? They can see their white blood leaking everywhere. And... see it slowly retreating into their body.

...Oh. Well, this is going to be fun...! Grey smiles, a bubbly laugh rising from their currently-mangled throat. An arm snaps itself back into full-function, bones healing in a second as they will them to do so. Their metal fingers sink into the fur of the paw, and hold it in place.

Grey, for lack of a more descriptive term, essentially Cronenbergs themselves back into their normal form. The ground under their feet is only a bit dusty. They move the paw-holding arm to the side, and catch the other paw when it tries to crush them.

“Your time is up. It’s time for you to disappear!” With an ease they greatly missed, Grey lifts the entire damn mole-monster up, and slams it against the ground with a force seemingly impossible for someone of his comparative size. An arm is let go, and the mole monster is yanked towards Grey. Their metal fist is driven into the Mole’s eye. Grey themselves tears their way through the damn beast, punching their way out of the back of it’s skull before taking to the skies, spinning rapidly to shake most of the blood and grey matter off of them.

Now if only they had actual weapons from their wo-- oh. Hello, that’s their custom sniper on their back. And the pistols there were fond of using. And this weight--? Oh.  How nice. It’s Black’s rocket launcher.

That’s a good bonus. 

Grey slings the mass of familiar explosion-launching metal over a shoulder. Firing three rockets per round is pretty damn powerful. They may be cackling a bit as they fire off rocket rounds into the swarms of creatures summoned by the demon lords.

They swoop downwards, curling their clawed feet around two heads of particularly stubborn and intelligent minions before hauling them up into the sky and dropping them.

“If you want to tear me down, do your worst! I promise you, I’m one tough bastard to kill! I ain’t dying again, for good, that easily!”

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cephalone‌:

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…Well! That’s certainly something interesting about this Ordis. Might take a bit of getting used to. “Ehh, not a supplier, more like I forced my way into the science places here and made them stop using spears, swords, and shields, and create, well, magic-powered guns.” They have one on them, so…..

Grey pulls out something that looks…. kinda like a magnum. Only slightly. A Magnum if it didn’t have to worry about gas expulsion. Their hand holds it by the barrel, the safety on because common sense.

“They didn’t have this a few days ago. I explained the mechanics, the brains understood it, and hey, now they have guns that run on the user’s energy and that fire molten metal.” Back in the bag it goes.

“As for being from other worlds, yeah, you’re not the only one. There’s…. maybe more than a thousand of us, from many different worlds. Normally this place looks like a populated city of sorts, not a set of kingdom’s out of a child’s bed-time story. Normally I’m not a giant lizard-thing! Just your regular old Ivory-enhanced human. As for not having a body– would I be right in guessing that you’re some form of AI?”

Those things were only a theory back home, but in a place where there’s beings from all times? Having an AI be just dumped here was very possible.

Ordis leans in to get a better look at the weapon, and he knows why he’s impressed, this time–it’s the same sort of impressed he was when he found out about the Solaris’ haphazard kitguns. Though, of course, he’s not the sort to downplay what one could do with a sword. 

He also seems rather relieved when Grey explains. “Oh, thank the stars. I was worried I’d simply ended up on some terribly backwards planet.” Ivory, though? He doesn’t think he has any information on a substance by that name, though of course he can’t double check his databanks at the moment as they no longer exist. 

Speaking of which…he brightens up considerably and stands upright with considerable pride. “Yes! Well, of a sort. I am what is called a Cephalon, a particularly advanced artificial intelligence. I was running an orbital craft before I…somehow ended up here.”

He’s still not entirely clear on that, and he’d really like to get back if it was all the same to everyone else. It’s far from him to abandon his Operator in their time of greatest need.

“As you may expect, it was…very disconcerting to wake up like this.”

“Sheeesh, I can’t imagine the confusion. Computer program to lizard-thing.... Hell of a time to show up in this city. I think normally, AI like you get some sort of Android body to use.”

Also-- orbital ship? Grey lets out a low whistle. “From the sound of it, your world has a lot more space-tech than mine. We had one functioning off-world base, and one rocket to get to it. I’m pretty sure that rocket blew up because everything went to hell. I think. Kinda died before seeing everything fall apart.”

Anyways. 

“If you want, Ordis, I can give you a run-down on what’s going on here. You came at an interesting time, seeing as I’m fairly certain some demon-lord-whatever-god is going to kill that large tree in the center of this land and wreck havoc over everything?”

They blink. “Out of curiosity, how good are you at planning large-scale military assaults? I kinda need someone to help me on that front.”

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Grey had never seen this particular Draken around before. Seeing as they were still trying to raise an army of sorts to deal with the future chaos, they decided the best thing to do in this situation was to tap them on the shoulder to get their attention–

Their instincts kick in, Grey relaxing their torso muscles and letting out a sharp exhale before the fist drives fully into their gut. A foot slides back, transferring most of the force from the blow down their body.

And it still stings. Man, this guy packs a punch! Give them a sec to get some air back in their lungs. Huh. Their reaction is kinda strange.

“I’m good, I’m good. Bleh. Just a bit outta breath.” Ow. “You pack one heck of a punch, er, mister. I’m guessing you’re a mister. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Wait. Introductions. “Heh. If anything, that should teach me to not touch people to get their attention. Ordis, is it? Nice to meet you then. Agent Grey, at your service! Resident not of this world, and current terror of war-tech here. Are you a local, or are you also not of this place?”

Ordis is…impressed, he thinks, with how well they take the hit. Clearly, they know a bit about fighting, which intrigues him…only because he’s spent the majority of his time dealing with a faction of space ninjas. That’s all.

He nods a bit at the assumption, and manages a polite, if stiff smile. How is he supposed to greet people? He’s not really used to interacting with new faces, after all this time, so he’s just going to stand there awkwardly.

“You’re correct. I am Ordis, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The ridges that serve as his eyebrows shoot up at what Grey says next. “Hm? War tech? Does that mean you’re a supplier of–weapons?”

A hand quickly flies to his face, and he looks away. Oh dear. His accent slipped. He’d hoped that at the very least being flesh and blood would mean he’d stop blurting out things like that, it’s unseemly. Ordis chuckles nervously and decides to pretend it hadn’t happened.

“Er…You say you’re not of this world? So Ordis isn’t the only one? I woke up in this filthy hole--place like this a few days ago, and I am quite disorientated. It doesn’t help that Ordis is not used to, well…having a body.”

...Well! That’s certainly something interesting about this Ordis. Might take a bit of getting used to. “Ehh, not a supplier, more like I forced my way into the science places here and made them stop using spears, swords, and shields, and create, well, magic-powered guns.” They have one on them, so.....

Grey pulls out something that looks.... kinda like a magnum. Only slightly. A Magnum if it didn’t have to worry about gas expulsion. Their hand holds it by the barrel, the safety on because common sense.

“They didn’t have this a few days ago. I explained the mechanics, the brains understood it, and hey, now they have guns that run on the user’s energy and that fire molten metal.” Back in the bag it goes.

“As for being from other worlds, yeah, you’re not the only one. There’s.... maybe more than a thousand of us, from many different worlds. Normally this place looks like a populated city of sorts, not a set of kingdom’s out of a child’s bed-time story. Normally I’m not a giant lizard-thing! Just your regular old Ivory-enhanced human. As for not having a body-- would I be right in guessing that you’re some form of AI?”

Those things were only a theory back home, but in a place where there’s beings from all times? Having an AI be just dumped here was very possible.

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Ordis has managed to get the hang of walking surprisingly quickly, once he got his (both metaphorical and literal) feet under him. In fact, after the initial confusion and adjustment, he’s taken to having a physical form much better than one would expect. It feels almost natural for him. (He doesn’t dare to say it’s freeing, because, of course, he’s perfectly happy and content being a Cephalon, it’s just this situation isn’t nearly as awful as he’d at first expected).

One thing he hasn’t gotten used to, however, is having a proper sense of touch. So someone tapping his shoulder causes him to freeze up, the currently-metaphorical wires in his head seeming to spark wildly. Some kind of circuit breaks, and–

Well, he’s not sure why his first reaction is to whirl around and land a solid punch in the unlucky stranger’s gut, but that’s exactly what he’s done.

Ordis blinks several times, his arm still outstretched as if he’s not entirely sure what to do with it now. How does he know how to do that? And more importantly…

Ordis jumps back, clasping his hands in front of him. “Oh! Ordis is terribly sorry, are you all right…?”

Grey had never seen this particular Draken around before. Seeing as they were still trying to raise an army of sorts to deal with the future chaos, they decided the best thing to do in this situation was to tap them on the shoulder to get their attention--

Their instincts kick in, Grey relaxing their torso muscles and letting out a sharp exhale before the fist drives fully into their gut. A foot slides back, transferring most of the force from the blow down their body.

And it still stings. Man, this guy packs a punch! Give them a sec to get some air back in their lungs. Huh. Their reaction is kinda strange.

“I’m good, I’m good. Bleh. Just a bit outta breath.” Ow. “You pack one heck of a punch, er, mister. I’m guessing you’re a mister. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Wait. Introductions. “Heh. If anything, that should teach me to not touch people to get their attention. Ordis, is it? Nice to meet you then. Agent Grey, at your service! Resident not of this world, and current terror of war-tech here. Are you a local, or are you also not of this place?”

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Grey has been up to a lot the past few days. What have they been doing, specifically? Bullying Xalphina’s technicians. And armies. And mercenaries. And statisticians. Mostly any NPC related to fighting they can get their hands on.

And when royalty questioned them, and what the hell they were doing in the labs? Grey responded by firing off a recently-forged magiteck gun. With the bullet of red-hot metal sizzling into the wall a few feet away. “Advancing technology really fast considering the shitstorm that’s going to happen to this world.”

They were granted the ability to do what’s needed after that. They now had a division of mixed gunners under their call, and were currently working on trying to puzzle out portable cover. Riot shields, basically. This was surprisingly hard without plastics.

They had forced their way into a position of power, abused their status as a ‘hero’ to forcefully advance technology in this world, and were still prowling the streets looking to press-gang any capable citizen into fighting.

...They really need to find more medics and strategy people. Grey knows they’re not good at the grand battle-plan stuff. Or the healing. Hahhh....

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Grey’s just going to stare at the sky from their most recent crashing place in a wagon full of hay. “Oh, great, this shit again. And I still haven’t mastered these stupid wings. Or running, for that matter....”

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Right. They’ve managed to climb to the top of this tree. There’s water below them, so the worst they’re going to get if this fails is a broken bone or five. There’s a healer’s nearby and yes, they won’t turn them away just because they’re a Draken.

Let’s do this.

Grey takes in a breath, spreads their wings, and takes a small hop off the tree. And they fall. And they fall. Then the wind catches under their wings, and they soar.

It takes the Agent a few moments to realize they’re doing the thing. But once they realize, they start laughing. The rare kind of happy laughter, of pure exhilaration.

Wait. They don’t know how to land.  “HAhaha... oh. Shit. Hm. Should have thought this though more.”

Help?

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cosplaygoddess‌:

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Oh, so Noire has a weak spots for cats? That’s… really adorable, actually. Even better, the cat in question isn’t a white one. White cats still make them a bit nervous thanks to Mother’s white cat. That shed everywhere whenever it visited the Agent HQ. And got away scott-free.

Oh– hello, the little cat was approaching them! Grey’s going to slowly squat down and start reaching towards the cat with their left hand. They pause upon seeing it’s ears flatten. “Oh, you must smell the metal, huh? Alright, alright, I’ll not use my dominant hand, but don’t blame me if the pets are clumsy.”

The right hand reaches out, and carefully delivers a few, slow scratches behind the kitten’s ears. The cat just moves so that the hand is instead scratching it’s sides. “Well, I’m glad you decided I’m worthy of petting you. Just don’t shed all over my clothes and we’ll be alright, okay?”

The Kitten mews, and walks back over to Noire. …They can spend a few more minutes petting the kitten. Especially if their speed is back, they can easily run to the hole in about two minutes.

Noire’s heart cries out in agony.  Oh, the pain of being torn between two impossible choices.  Shall she stay and continue petting this precious kitten, or travel towards her destination and fly with Grey?  Despite this turmoil, she smiles as the virtual cat purrs under her hand.

As if sensing her over-dramatic pain, the cat “meow”s before scampering off down the main street.  This is lucky, as there is a good chance Noire would have stuck around to pet the cat all day.  It’s a miracle she gets anything done at home, to be honest.

The goddess sighs and picks herself up from her squatting position.  “Maybe we’ll see them again, someday…” she says, as if the kitten were a lifelong friend moving to another country.  After a few most seconds of wistfully watching the cat scamper off, she offers her hand back to Grey.  “W-well, I guess we’d better set off too.”  

Now that she has only the flying to think about, her stomach tightens in anticipation.  She has only flown in her transformed state, and she is a little worried about how she’ll fly in her ‘normal’ body.  She’ll probably be fine… but what if she embarrasses herself in front of Grey?  She doesn’t have long to think about these things though, as it’s only a short walk to the lessons.

“Back to flight-quest, hm? And we’ll probably see the little cat again. They tend to stick around people they like, after all, and seeing how nice you were to them even if they’re a digital cat they’ll return.”

They... might be a bit late at this rate, depending if more cats show up. “We might need to run there. Or, well-- seeing as I have all of my strengths in this world, I could get us there in a few hops.”

A light chuckle. “It’s actually quite nice they let me select to have them here. I’ve messed up a few times in the city proper without them. Mainly that one time I was almost ran over by a car. I had forgotten for a few seconds that I couldn’t just heal myself after being hit!”

And of course they’re cheerful when saying that.

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         …They weren’t kidding when they mentioned Airaisal was overrun with these things. Rampaging around, eating any kind of vegetation they could get in their mouths, it was quite the sight. Double checking the details on a phone picture I took of the request, I shrugged, throwing a groan in Grey’s direction. Was this really necessary? I’m sure a herd of hungry dragons could wipe the entire Binge Chungi population in a few days time. It seemed a bit excessive to pay people when natural selection was due to run its course. A part of me was also hesitant to help another kingdom with their problems – as if Yela Alora didn’t have enough of their own. I believed that but I couldn’t leave Grey hanging either.

         “Alright,” I let out an agitated exhale, “Let’s get this over with. One should be enough to pay for a nice …dinner.” I winced just thinking about slaughtering these poor, mad animals. Didn’t I decide to quit meat because I didn’t want anymore animals dying for food…? …Hell.

Honestly, the main reason they had wanted to take the quest was because the species name sounded like a meme. And they’re a sucker for memes.

Seeing as they’ve been turned into a dragon they really should have expected the fact that they would be, in fact, frankly massive and voracious rabbits. It’s a good thing they like like rabbit.

“I’d say go for two, actually. If only because I think I could eat two of them with this form.” A pause. “If I can figure out if they’re actually edible, that is.” Honestly, they’ve just been craving meat since being turned into a dragon-thing. It’s actually a bit irritating.

“Say-- those two are farther off from the herd than the rest. They should be the easiest to pick off, I think. The main problem will be getting them separated from the rest of the horde.”

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cosplaygoddess‌:

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Ah, needs to look the place up. Fair enough!

“The hole? Well, that’s as a good a place as any to hold flying lessons. I guess the hole is motivation to get good fast, hm?”

Noire seems alright with it, so they’re just gonna keep holding her hand as they start walking towards the lesson area. They don’t mind the physical contact at all.

“Towards main street and flight then. I hope I don’t manage to concuss myself with my extra limb during the lessons.”

They should get there in a few minutes.

Noire isn’t normally keen on physical contact; the goddess has a number of trust issues, and, in general, gets embarrassed easily.  However, Grey has earned her trust steadily by being a reliable ally in battle and roommate.  At this point, she doesn’t mind practically dragging her friend towards the flying lesson meeting spot.  Almost nothing could stop her in her tracks; almost nothing, except…

“Kitten…” Noire muses softly.  In front of the pair, a small black kitten has just leaped out of the shadows and onto the middle of the sidewalk.  “Must… Pet… Kitty…”  Noire’s hand leaves Grey’s instinctively as she squats low to the ground and slowly inches towards the cat.  Her cheeks are pink from embarrassment, but she trusts Grey not to tease her for the feline indulgence.  

Patiently, she reaches out to scratch behind the kitten’s ears.  It hesitates before walking into and rubbing itself against Noire’s hand.  She continues scratching for a few seconds, watching as tiny virtual hearts float around the kitten’s head.  Then, as suddenly as any other AI, the cat walks up to Grey.  Does it want attention from them, as well?

Oh, so Noire has a weak spots for cats? That’s... really adorable, actually. Even better, the cat in question isn’t a white one. White cats still make them a bit nervous thanks to Mother’s white cat. That shed everywhere whenever it visited the Agent HQ. And got away scott-free.

Oh-- hello, the little cat was approaching them! Grey’s going to slowly squat down and start reaching towards the cat with their left hand. They pause upon seeing it’s ears flatten. “Oh, you must smell the metal, huh? Alright, alright, I’ll not use my dominant hand, but don’t blame me if the pets are clumsy.”

The right hand reaches out, and carefully delivers a few, slow scratches behind the kitten’s ears. The cat just moves so that the hand is instead scratching it’s sides. “Well, I’m glad you decided I’m worthy of petting you. Just don’t shed all over my clothes and we’ll be alright, okay?”

The Kitten mews, and walks back over to Noire. ...They can spend a few more minutes petting the kitten. Especially if their speed is back, they can easily run to the hole in about two minutes.

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Grey had finally found some sort of hidden cave-thing in this opal city. The entrance was hidden behind a lot of vine-things, so for now he was all alone. Good. It also had a flat surface. Better.

For now, Grey was practicing walking. These new legs were messing them up a lot, but at least they didn’t seem to be taking too much blunt damage thanks to their scales.

They decide to check their phone, and blink upon seeing the message they’d apparently sent Mina. And the response. Hm. [Text]: Mina! Yes, I’m alive. And somewhere in an opal-obsessed city. As a giant lizard-thing. This city seems inhabited by mer-people?? And someone threw a fish at me. I’m in an underwater cave. I swam here. Walking is hard. Are you here as well??

Everything is getting sore. They’re just gonna leave their clawed feet rested in the cool water for now, lightly flexing their toes and weird extra leg bits to try and get them to relax.

Mina, on a touch of “shore leave” (read: ocean leave) while her ship’s in port, has been swimming around, discovering to her immense relief that someone has seen fit to magically waterproof her phone. Having a fish tail underwater was…really weird at first, but now it’s just a ton of fun. She’s been snapping pictures of every neat fish that swims her way.

And then she gets the text, and shrieks a little, because apparently the gods are much kinder than she thought.

[text] HOLY FUKC [text] i htought inti woul leave you gehind in all that whisthow earlier!!! [text] *shitshow [text] ur a giant lizard wut [text] well im a fish so i suppse thats not that wierd but [text] WHO THREW THAT I SWAER I WILL THROW SO MUCH WET APSTA ATT HEM

She only knows of one cave with an underwater entrance but that leaves the water inside, so she swims there at full clip, which is a good deal faster than she can run on land now. Upon spotting a pair of clawed feet in the water - are they half brown iguana or something?? - she pokes her head out of the water, ear fins perking in excitement.

“Grey!! Praise Inti, I seriously thought - …wow, you’re not joking about the lizard thing, huh?”

[Text] Inti? Oh-- the creation god, right? If this is their apocalypse I guess sparing as many Isi as I could payed off.....

They would send more, but this is when Mina sticks her finned head-- oh, she was turned into a mermaid?-- out of the water and starts talking.

They missed this excitement. Heck, this is the calmest they think she’s ever been around them. “I was not joking about the lizard thing. Although I’ve never heard of any lizard that also had wings.”

Grey spreads them out behind them, giving a slow flap in the process. “Or one that gleams in sunlight as though it was made of metal. This entire day has just been fucking surreal, pardon my french.”

They’re just gonna ignore the fact that their damaged tail is actually wagging at the moment. They’re a lizard-thing, not a dog. Yet it’s still wagging a bit thanks to the wave of calm that’s washed over them.

“Well, even if this is a new body, it seems the damages carried over. Left hand’s still a replacement, but at least it’s water-proof this time. I imagine your wakening in this place was more pleasant than mine?”