#dragon-dancing

[just-lance]

"...You're so embarrassing."

"Woah woah woah, sorry Fun Police. I didn’t know being this awesome was a crime."

"I’ll be more careful from now on, sound good?"

[blackdragonofransei]

Ancient Clans - Modern Heirs [Nobunaga x Clair]

Sands, made of mythos My feet carry me through time From present to past

The journey had been difficult, but the journey itself was perhaps worth just as much as their intended destination. In hopes of new lands to see and settle, Nobunaga had reached out to practically ancient connections - sending a letter out by Dragonite, the surest way any contemporary member of the Dragon Clan in other lands would discover it.

My name is Oda Nobunaga, of Clan Nobunaga, still living in the pristine lands of Ransei. War and conflict at last quelled in these lands, I wish to regain familiarity with the ties of the past, and re-acquaint myself with the current leaders and caretakers for the noble Dragons. My boat is ready; my helm need only a direction. We will find you.

Nobunaga wouldn't actively admit he'd been surprised to actually hear back from this strange clan, and not only that, but to be told which heading he'd need to take to land on distant shores. The journey would be long on any normal ship, but the power afforded to him by Zekrom shortened its length considerably; they devised an engine that made the task simple, powered by the Legendary Dragon's boundless electricity.

Waves broke upon the shore, dissipated by simple stone constructs lining the familiar shape of a port, though obviously different to the eyes of someone from a foreign nation. As captains of great vessels are wont to do, Nobunaga stood near the bow, arms folded firmly before him as they approached shore.

Yamata roared, and the pier trembled. It would never have occured to the Warlord that it was not, in fact, acceptable to have his great companions flying alongside the ship - his Hydreigon and the black Rayquaza, with Zekrom below deck, comfortably applying power to the vessel. The dock workers stared, and they had the right. The ship was massive, ornate, lovingly made of the finest woods and metals that Nobunaga's prestige could entice; the best of the best. And the jet black dragons, utterly foreign to this region, were of even greater wonder.

The ship prepared to dock, and Nobunaga left his forward roost, walking across the deck to quickly command the few members of the crew not already fulfilling their duties.

Landfall in Olivine. It did not look so alien from home. The lighthouse, the buildings - he'd been told, in his response letter, that Johto was a region still clinging tightly to the old traditions. The thought of it frustrated him. Tradition only served one so well. He would see how well it served Johto. First-hand.

"...Hunger. Ask the dock master about resupplying the ship while I'm out. I need to meet with an old ally...and get fresh food to eat." Sea voyage food was not the most appetizing of foods.

[ecruteakghosts]

a good spook [morty+clair]

When he woke up that afternoon, he knew it was going to be one of those days.  It was true, that most of the time, Morty came across as a relatively mature man, one with the good sense to be kind and behave around other people.  It wasn’t like that wasn’t the truth about him.  But on days like today, when things had gotten just a bit too boring around him, and there was something in the air, he could never make himself hold back.

Today, Morty was going to play some tricks on somebody.

The ghosts could sense it too, or maybe they were just energetic because it was one of his days off.  Regardless of the cause, they flocked around him excitedly as he tried to go about his business, a chattering cloud vying for his attention.  He had to explain a few times that he did need to take care of some errands, and yes, he really did have to deal with this paperwork that had piled up, and it really was hard to eat with them all gathered around so closely—but they hardly relented.  Perhaps they were feeling the same way.

He’d tried to be responsible anyways, really.  He’d even joked around with his pokemon a bit, thinking it might sate both them and himself.  But when he looked up and found the sun just starting to set, he knew it hadn’t worked.  He put down his book and called Gengar to his side, and a few gastlys that had been hiding in the shadows emerged, sensing what was to follow.  “Well, I was responsible for as long as I could be, right?”  He smiled at his companion, who grinned in response.

Walking out of the gym, he wondered just what he was going to do in the evening to get his “fix”, as it were.  Not as many people were out walking around, which was good in one sense; it was much easier to spook someone when they were alone, after all.  But startling people out on the street wasn’t that fun, lacked the proper atmosphere, and seemed a bit mean-spirited.  Besides, they might run off, and the best part of a prank is revealing that it was a joke all along!

So somehow, his feet led him to the Burned Tower, the red sunset dyeing the crumbling structure the color of the legendary bird it was tied to.  Despite the ghost population being more prominent in the Bell Tower, it was its partner that had the spookier atmosphere.  Something about broken-down old buildings lent themselves to ghost stories and tests of courage and old legends, after all.  “What do you think Gengar?  Is anyone going to come by here tonight?”