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sirenspull2012-07-02 11:26 pm
returnsmagic) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-02 11:26 pm
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Sixth Mercy - Video - forward dated to mid-morning
[ There's a scrambling noise, of something sharp and heavy scraping against the television. A heavy noise soon followed it, a noise that sounds remarkably like breathing, but ten times as loud, louder than a lion's and as loud as a fan of an air plane.
Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.
The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]
I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.
There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.
[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]
No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.
[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]
I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.
Life is life. Nothing more.
[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]
If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.
As usual, I am at the baseball field.
[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]
Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.
The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]
I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.
There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.
[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]
No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.
[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]
I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.
Life is life. Nothing more.
[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]
If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.
As usual, I am at the baseball field.
[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]
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Oh no– Aurican?? Hey.
[Hiccup's not even sure if the message would get to him since the NV isn't on anymore.]
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Hello, Hiccup.
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Oh thank the gods, you're still alive. I mean–
[He shakes his head.]
You're still hanging in there, right?
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I. Tell me. Has anyone noticed any d-disappearances?
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Um. I-I think they did?
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video -> action?
[Anders doesn't really bother trying to talk any further. It's blatantly clear that he hasn't much time to get to the field he woke up at when he first arrived here, so he quickly sets Ser Pounce-a-lot down, grabs his staff, and heads out the door.
...to go heal an injured dragon. What is his life coming to? Well, at least when he gets there, the dragon shouldn't be difficult to find.]
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However, like the rest of his body, Aurican's wings have suffered some terrible blows. His back and flank shows terrible wounds, as though he was slashed and gorged open by wicked claws, claws of only a another dragon can have. While it cannot be seen as Aurican is laying down on the ground, his chest and belly have been hit by a terrible blast of corrosive acid. On his sides shows strange burn marks that streaked down his flanks and legs: a sign of of being hit by lightning. His wings are torn, some of the edges shredded by both acid and lightning, and other patches weakened by a painful layer of frost.
Aurican does not envy any healers for the heavy work they must complete. Hearing someone approaching, he turns his great head, his neck protesting. His eyes are closed, however, as though he is basking in the cool morning sun. ]
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But still, that much pain and the memory of the time they had spoken in the past prompt him to approach more carefully.]
Can you hear me, dragon? I'd like to help you, but I'm afraid I can't heal you completely. It's too much for a lone mage, even with lyrium to aid me. But if you help me find the worst of it...
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[ The dragon is totally still - in fact, if it wasn't for the labored breathing, he could have been easily mistaken for an enormous gold statue. ]
My lungs. The gas I inhaled. That is the worst damage.
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[Anders sighs, wishing that he might be wrong in this for a change.]
I'll do what I can for you. Hopefully it will be enough between the two of us to buy you more time, then I can aid more later.
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Toothless. I am being cared for.
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Good. [A pause before he growls lowly.]
What happened?
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But that is not important. What is important is how I died here.
Newcomers like you and me and Hiccup are started to be hunted for fun.
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[ If only Aurican knew. ]
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[Don't mind this one. She'll just be staring down at her NV in alarm.
That's some dragon. And as far as she knows, she's had plenty of experience in the power of an impressive-looking dragon.]
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Come on, Aqua. You should say something.]
H-- ... [Bravely --] Hello.
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Hello.
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He's in pretty bad shape, isn't he?
There's Aqua on the screen in the backdrop of her bedroom, canting her head to the side and blinking at his image.]
You're ... not looking very well, sir. Do you need a healer?
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let us pretend timey-bendy times are in order
video → action; /salute :U
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My my, you aren't looking the best are you?
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Is there something you want?
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Hmmm, usually you gold dragons have much better manners, oh well! You were the one who wanted something.
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