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Pandemic Dragon looks ready.

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#.pandemic dragon #I'm gonna do it

@onewiththeblueeyes

“Thank you, sir!”

#.Short #happy dragon noises

onewiththeblueeyes

"...." *pets the snoot*

She is pleased and confused.

“Do you need me, sir?”

#onewiththeblueeyes #.short #she mISSED HIM

sethokai

Also did Pandemic Dragon.

#.pandemic dragon

(Kaiba-noa) "Are you one of Seto's dragons?"

“Affirmative. I serve Kaiba Seto.”

#.message #pen-strokes-and-music-notes

Chirps at.

#.ooc #onewiththeblueeyes #my-life-as-a-teenaged-ceo

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Pandemic Dragon looks ready.

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#.pandemic dragon

onewiththeblueeyes:

Her excitement was contagious, his own smirk appearing before the space around them shifted to form a virtual field for them.

In front of her, a figure began to form, taking the shape of the familiar Dark Magician, standing in all his pride.

“Show me what you can do. Take him down!”

Sight was a strange thing. The inclusion of visuals, and the ability to see, was complex and strange. Inefficient. Yet...

Yet as the world changed around her, hologram programs shifting their space, she marveled at it. One moment, there was the emptiness of a laboratory, and the next.

He changed the field. And there was a church.

And an enemy. A man in purple-black robes stepped into existence, spinning a staff at the ready.

“Yes, sir.”

The machine on her back glowed, pulsed. The man in dark robes grabbed at his chest.

She willed him weakening, getting sick. Inhaled.

And exhaled green fire.

It caught on him, and ate through his body. Dead.

#onewiththeblueeyes #.short

yugishotdragondad:

“A solider…”

He repeated, chewing the word with his sharp teeth before giving a slow nod. That’s one of the better names he’s been described as and he rather likes the sound of it.

His tail swayed in interest.

“I am. What is your name?” He’s never seen anything like her before. He couldn’t help but watch her so intensely.

“–I am program ARI_2391. Pandemic Dragon. Primary Objectives: Search and destroy hostiles, ensure safety of the Master.”

Her voice was chipped and robotic. It reverberated from her. Her metal legs detached from the plate on her back, and sunk into the ground on points.

“What is your identification, soldier?”

#yugishotdragondad #.short

yugishotdragondad:

He eyed the frankly, strange looking dragon from above. It was painfully obvious she stood out against the mostly barren landscape that makes up half of his home, with blues and purples and greens acting as a beacon. Or even a target.

Curiosity got the better of him as he soared downward, landing a few yards from the other. Gandora raised his head at the seemingly toxic being.

“Are you lost?”

It was an odd sensation- being brought to life with a few keystrokes, and then having whatever strange frequency she was, hurtled through places of impossible geometry. She ended up here, in a place between places.

It looked like a wasteland, complete with the silhouette of a creature much larger than her coasting in circles.

The creature rode a current, its great body colliding with the ground in front of her.

He was much larger.

Another dragon? A non-hostile.

“--I am not lost. I am waiting to be called. You are another soldier.”

#yugishotdragondad #.short

onewiththeblueeyes:

Speed. She was impressive, her motions leaving little room for an opponent to blink.

She had the potential to be deadly, especially if angered.

The question was if she was capable of such emotions.

He looked up at her, still watching her motions.

“Then you can feel”, he muttered to himself.

“There’s only one way to find out, pitting you against an opponent.”

A challenge, a good way to test her.

Her spine straightened, one graceful movement.

“Yes, sir!”

A growl. Another feeling- positive and energetic. Excitement.

“-- Direct me at your opponent. I shall destroy them, sir!”

#onewiththeblueeyes #.short

sethokai

all the pandemics ive drawn today for icons

#.pandemic dragon

onewiththeblueeyes:

“Perfect”, he muttered in turn, eyeing her as she moved on her own. A mix of parts that were never suppose to form.

Curious. What was she thinking? What did she feel?

“Granted. How does it feel?”

Her fist cinched on air. She opened it again. The reflex was lightning fast.

Metal on metal. The sound of air escaping her claws.

She rose to full height and watched him.

“Unusual, sir,” she said, “-- I am programmed to fight for you. And I shall.”

Another fist.

‘--However, I did not anticipate these sensations. Shall I feel pain?”

#onewiththeblueeyes #.short

onewiththeblueeyes:

It’s still something of a sight, the dragon standing before him. Even more amazing is the ability to talk. “Not exactly. I wanted to see how you were adjusting.”

“I am in fit condition, sir.”

Her voice was warbled, and pleasant. She hovered in front of him, dwarfing him, pieces of machines and organic matter combined.

She rose an arm, and extended her claws, formed a fist.

A surreal feeling- in that she could feel it.

“-- Permission to speak, sir?”

#onewiththeblueeyes #.short