!vf05RX1JTQ 11/01/10(Mon)01:42 No.12639196|
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"And that's how I ended up with her. I can hardly tell her to get lost, and as long as she's bound to me, I can... mostly keep an eye on her. And she's useful, but still... She's one of the real ones, too." you admit, "A fallen angel. Or at least that's what I'm told, she's probably lying."
You've spent half an hour relating a mostly-true tale of your first meeting with Scinnari, and rain is battering down outside. The flask, something fruity, is empty, as is the second one, and both you and Cygnis is, you think, somewhat closer than when you began. Metaphorically, if not physically, though you aren't too sure. Whatever you were drinking was strong enough you're having to concentrate a little harder on misleading or evading than you used to.
"So where are you from, anyway?" you ask, "City of Pirates is hardly the place I'd have expected to find a Gold... dragon. Last thing I'd expect, practically."
"Oh... It seemed... out of the way. Lost. A site of power, trade, and... unclaimed. I would have to contest no others for my position here, and it, for all it's pretensions, is not a mainland city. I can' live and plan here.. Smaller d-degree of plotting here, less... paranoia. Less likely to get caught." Cygnis explains. "Figured it was better than... than keeping moving. Drifting. I didn't like that.
You're about to respond when thunder rolls, a distant booming sound you could mistake for a drum.
"I suppose this means the storm season's truly started, here. What's it like? This bad?" you ask, looking up at the ceiling.
"No... It, well, it gets worse. Take it from me, flying in a hurricaine is a bad idea. Period. Don't try it." Cygnis says.
"Oh, it sounds like there's a story th-" you start, but are cut off by a much closer and more solid booming. The door.
[still in progress]