[ Sorry dude, hss and pep!pep! are almost certainly watching this. Her transformation is a little slower it seems, but gaining with each passing second; her hair begins to recede from her temples toward the center of her head, and then grow longer, the length of her whole body, as the scales on her head begin to cover her face.
She can feel the bones in her body beginning to twist, and recognizing the process she uses a foot to catch the corner of one of the round tables and kicks it onto its side. Ducking down behind it, she lets the rest of the change come, bending her legs backward as her abdomen and neck and face all grow in length, rippling like a jeweled lava flow. ]
Bragging? Is that how you see it?
[ she comes out from behind the table, crawling over it really, flaring her crimson wings as she perches her sinewy body on top of the ledge as her body continues to lengthen and enlarge until she's an eight foot, blood red dragon. ]
Even on my second day, when I still had no memories and no commitments, when the Producers bade us to break only our arms for their pleasure, my unitmates' pain was my pain. I would have fought for my life for their sakes then, too, had it been necessarily--there are simply more people who would be as or more deeply affected by my death now.
[he can't talk in this form, and if he was more in his right mind he'd be fantasticly unimpressed with her lecture about how much better and more important her feelings are than his, but as it is, Attacking someone while they're monologuing seems legit.
Let's see if this flying type is weak to electricity.
[ She isn't trying to imply her feelings are more important or better--just different, in the way that HSS and future is now's members seem to have different personality types. But that's a conversation for a time when they're not fighting to the death, maybe.
You'll have to be quicker than that to make her a kentucky fried dragon, Somebody. For a large beast, she can move--and not just through the air. As soon as the unicorn's horn brightens with light and the air in the room crackles with tension, she's spilling down, rippling across the tile floor in a zig zag motion on her four legs, never-the-less racing toward him, jaws open wide to reveal large, white fangs. ]
[that looks like a bad idea to hold still for. it turns out he can jump really high vertically, which is somewhat reflexive but he is pretty sure that melee combat is not his forte, so he jumps high and to the side, and when he lands rears back and a fan of lightning spreads out before him at the dragon]
[ Hiryuu attempts to dart backward to avoid the lightning a second time, but--it's no good. Her momentum is still propelling her forward, and it's difficult for her claws to gain proper traction for back-peddling. She hits the fan of lightning and her body seizes, flopping violently on the floor. When the lightning dissipates, she's still, apparently still breathing, but not getting up. Unconscious? ]
stops playing dead and strikes, like a rattlesnake, lunging with its neck and torso as its wings beat to propel it the last of the distance. Her jaw is open, revealing so many fangs, ready and eager and aimed to crunch down on one of those spindly back legs holding him up in position. ]
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She can feel the bones in her body beginning to twist, and recognizing the process she uses a foot to catch the corner of one of the round tables and kicks it onto its side. Ducking down behind it, she lets the rest of the change come, bending her legs backward as her abdomen and neck and face all grow in length, rippling like a jeweled lava flow. ]
Bragging? Is that how you see it?
[ she comes out from behind the table, crawling over it really, flaring her crimson wings as she perches her sinewy body on top of the ledge as her body continues to lengthen and enlarge until she's an eight foot, blood red dragon. ]
Even on my second day, when I still had no memories and no commitments, when the Producers bade us to break only our arms for their pleasure, my unitmates' pain was my pain. I would have fought for my life for their sakes then, too, had it been necessarily--there are simply more people who would be as or more deeply affected by my death now.
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[he can't talk in this form, and if he was more in his right mind he'd be
fantasticly unimpressed with her lecture about how much better and more
important her feelings are than his, but as it is, Attacking someone while
they're monologuing seems legit.
Let's see if this flying type is weak to electricity.
Unicorn uses thunderbolt]
Shit I thought I replied to this MY BAD.
You'll have to be quicker than that to make her a kentucky fried dragon, Somebody. For a large beast, she can move--and not just through the air. As soon as the unicorn's horn brightens with light and the air in the room crackles with tension, she's spilling down, rippling across the tile floor in a zig zag motion on her four legs, never-the-less racing toward him, jaws open wide to reveal large, white fangs. ]
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stops playing dead and strikes, like a rattlesnake, lunging with its neck and torso as its wings beat to propel it the last of the distance. Her jaw is open, revealing so many fangs, ready and eager and aimed to crunch down on one of those spindly back legs holding him up in position. ]