#el-dragoooooooooon

[shadowbxxer]

She would feel bad about it all later, or she wouldn’t. It was hard to feel remorse when taking lives meant saving her own. If she was going down, she was taking as many people with her as she could.

It was cold on Bliss, but the raw power, the inky smoke that floated around her and in her kept her warm enough. The rebel base filled with some amalgamation of mostly Peacekeepers was too easy to take down, but doing small jobs so well would get her foot in door to Rendain’s war room. Even if she had to prop that door open with bodies, she would get herself in there. But it was time to take her leave, she had places to go and more people to visit. She stepped easily around the bodies, limp arms strewn about, pools of blood already beginning to freeze. There was only a small collection of bodies outside the hideout, only a mild show of what she was capable of. The snow crunched beneath her feet, but it wasn’t long until she heard crunching that didn’t belong to her. She cocked her head, eyes dark, scanning and listening. Around the corner, not too far from the base. Reinforcements? Someone lost on the wrong planet at the wrong time? She followed the noise.

“Ugh.” If the sound hadn’t alerted her, the offensively loud colours would have. He looked like an idiot--but if the shoe fit, who was she to stop him? Smoothing out her expression, she pasted a polite smile on her face. Adelaide would play nice if it helped her talk her way out of the situation. “El Dragon~!” Cheerily, she approached him. “Fancy seeing you here. The snow on Bliss is quite remarkable this time of year, isn’t it?”

@el-dragoooooooooon

[0scar-mike]

☀ = giving them a gift of cat collars that have Oscar Mike's cats' names bedazzled on them in fancy font.

“WOW THANKS! THEIR GONNA LOVE THESE!!”

[yourchaoswitch]

1, 8, 25!

What is your muse’s daily routine like?

Wake up, kill people, eat cookies. Repeat. Routine’s are hard for Orendi, she gets bored easily with monotonous tasks and love causing unexpected trouble. One doesn’t earn the title Chaos Witch being a creature of habit.

How or what do you want your muse’s future to be like?

I would like to see Orendi forming some close, albeit tenuous, relationships with her teammates. She can be loyal when she wants to, but that’s only really an option when she likes the other person (e.g., Reyna). She’s a weirdo, but even weirdos need friends. I’d also love for her to get some kind of revenge on the LLC, I think it would help her, honestly, although I don’t think she’d ever actually get over it (especially with Marquis running around Nova).

What is the hardest decision [your] muse has ever made?

It’s one of two things, both were incredibly difficult for Orendi: not killing Marquis and listening to Reyna. Marquis, for obvious reasons, pisses Orendi off and if she could, he’d be dead. But he’s part of the team, and part of listening to Reyna is not killing her teammates. Which brings me to the other decision. While Orendi likes Reyna, the witch is impulsive at best, she doesn’t tend to listen to anyone when she gets the urge to do something. But her relationship with Reyna is an interesting one, and although she may not always listen, Orendi often does because Reyna’s the one who helped her get away from the LLC and gave her a place to go. To a degree, Orendi doesn’t want to let Reyna down, but it’s still not easy deciding to submit to someone else’s control.

[oblivcscence]

So this was the guy who was the big talk around town, so to say. No longer was it the fierce and ferocious Xantrophn, Damon, even if he wasn’t being gossiped about anymore it still peeved him to see someone just as good having more attention than him. And right now... El Dragón was in the way of the quite jealous creature. Standing at a full height of 6′9, slitting golden eyes glaring at the oh so powerful wrestler. “Move out of my way.” Was the only venom that dripped from Damon’s tongue, his long tail flicking in anger.

@el-dragoooooooooon

[pendles-is-friendles]

"First off, thank you. I also think you are a H A N D S O M E man. Your scales are just S T U N N I N G. Secondly, you won't kill me for picking a fight with your girlfriend, right? I'll keep it gentlemanly (which is more than she has) a-and be polite-ish in my insults."

“Oh you~” he started with a flattered grin and a dismissive wave of his hand. 

“But for that second part, it isn’t me you got to worry ‘bout there, love.  T’mara’s just as ruthless a killer as I am and I’m not ‘bout to take away an opportunity for her to kill a celebrity. That would be just be rude.”

“Naturally, I’m still goin’ to watch.  She does great work.”

[schlemicl]

@el-dragoooooooooon || Continued from x

Out’s lips spread wide in glee, it had been sometime since he seen the huge wrestler. Though as the large hand hit against his back the smile waned as the spy stumbled forward making sure to keep his sure foot and not fall from the force. Wow, did that hurt. Though he quickly cover the aching pain with an uneasy chuckle. “Thank you, El Dragon. I’m glad to have your company as well.” With the simple action the spy’s chest puffed, showing off his slight brawn before answering the sweet friend. “Actually yes, I did miss you. It was too quiet without the great galactic champion.” He chuckled, this time adding more confidence.

[thalassophilc]

Purple!

Color-coded starter call! :||: NOT ACCEPTING

Purple for a silly starter || @el-dragoooooooooon

          The sounds of laughter echoed in the halls of the cafeteria, not a soul was in sight save for El dragon and Idia seated at an oval table. Together the two were cackling about a joke that the sergeant had said. Stopping in her fits of giggles, she stood from her seat. “Hold on, let me go fetch something from the back,” She mentioned quickly. It was midnight and the sergeant couldn’t have thought of the silliest idea at that moment, vaulting over the counter she went in the back to retrieve a can of whip cream. Sliding back over the cold marble and returning to the table, she sprayed a glop of fluffy white goodness in her mouth before she placed the container down in front of her companion. “Here,” she mentioned with a mouthful of cream, “you do the same.”

[a-beast-of-prey]

[@el-dragoooooooooon liked for a starter!]

He was dressed to the nines - immaculate gold-trimmed suit, unruly hair combed and gelled back, and a freshly constructed gauntlet over his hand, plated in intricately carved gold instead of the usual dinged and scraped red - looking every bit the part of one of the insanely rich masses... Yet he couldn’t stand out more like a sore thumb. He didn’t have the same snooty air the rest of these people did. And would send frigid glares at anyone who so much as looked at him, let alone tried to approach him. He didn’t want to be here - didn’t even belong here - but he had a job to do.

Contrary to the belief of the hulking luchadore standing beside him, K’ was not in this guildship’s stupidly opulent ballroom to work as a liaison to better Rogue and LLC relations; he wasn’t a fan of doing EE wetwork for Pendles, but the extra credits in pocket were too good to pass up. Plus, he was getting free food out of this gig. He plucked yet another generous handful of tiny, meaty appetisers off the tray of a passing waiter, ignoring the man’s glare of distaste down the end of his nose. Whatever, asshat; feeling’s mutual.

“I don’t know how you can stand coming to these sorts of things so frequently,” he commented, tossing two of the tiny appetisers into his mouth. He wasn’t one for conversation, let alone idle stuff with someone who was basically a stranger... A loud one, at that. But Dragón was the only (overly) friendly presence here, not even a third as haughty as the rest of the people gathered here. And since his buddy Maxima wasn’t here, he’d have to make do and complain to the guy on hand. There also weren’t many other ways to pass the time while waiting for the mark to show up. “I’m bored out of my damn mind.”