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and so they tell me that you ain't my friend; (OPEN)
Who: Blacksworn & other inhabitants of Obsidian Sanctum.
What: We're having a luau, losers.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum.
When: July 11.
Warnings: Drinking, probably some nudity considering who all is going to be there, and maybe Apollo???
When it came to schmoozing and boozing, Emma was quite certain that most of her fellow Blacksworn knew how to conduct themselves properly with the right environment. If they were as like-minded as her as she's been made to believe, then it was possible they were just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Not that the Obsidian Sanctum could host any kind of special occasion with the rough terrain, but conjuring miracles out of nothing wasn't new to this Blacksworn.
As a newcomer who wasn't greeted by her peers when she arrived (rude of them, she thought), Emma informed anyone who crossed paths with her that there was to be a party this evening and they were to attend. While most of the dragonkin didn't seem enthused over the news, she cared little for what the lot of lizards thought and took to making arrangements herself. Not that she would be alone in this venture... hopefully. Bringing it up to the other Blacksworn was her way of telling them to gear up and come with something lest her opinion of them would sour more.
By time evening comes around, an open space of the sanctum has been decorated for a party complete with a bonfire and is that a table that's been formed out of rock? Interesting use of the new abilities bestowed upon her with a touch of her own diamond hands shaping the rest. Resting on the table alongside the food are brightly colored necklaces made of orange blossoms and beads, likely from a trade with one of the villages nearby. Yes, those are leis for anyone who might have actually heard of them prior to Azeroth and is that liquor of some kind? There's probably some other neat stuff around thanks to the other Blacksworn who know how to make a party rock and for the ones that don't, it's time they learned.
{ OOC | This is a free for all bring your own stuff and mingle for the most antisocial sanctum there is. Make your own top levels, do whatever seems reasonable. If you need an excuse to attend, Emma could have dragged your character there. }
What: We're having a luau, losers.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum.
When: July 11.
Warnings: Drinking, probably some nudity considering who all is going to be there, and maybe Apollo???
When it came to schmoozing and boozing, Emma was quite certain that most of her fellow Blacksworn knew how to conduct themselves properly with the right environment. If they were as like-minded as her as she's been made to believe, then it was possible they were just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Not that the Obsidian Sanctum could host any kind of special occasion with the rough terrain, but conjuring miracles out of nothing wasn't new to this Blacksworn.
As a newcomer who wasn't greeted by her peers when she arrived (rude of them, she thought), Emma informed anyone who crossed paths with her that there was to be a party this evening and they were to attend. While most of the dragonkin didn't seem enthused over the news, she cared little for what the lot of lizards thought and took to making arrangements herself. Not that she would be alone in this venture... hopefully. Bringing it up to the other Blacksworn was her way of telling them to gear up and come with something lest her opinion of them would sour more.
By time evening comes around, an open space of the sanctum has been decorated for a party complete with a bonfire and is that a table that's been formed out of rock? Interesting use of the new abilities bestowed upon her with a touch of her own diamond hands shaping the rest. Resting on the table alongside the food are brightly colored necklaces made of orange blossoms and beads, likely from a trade with one of the villages nearby. Yes, those are leis for anyone who might have actually heard of them prior to Azeroth and is that liquor of some kind? There's probably some other neat stuff around thanks to the other Blacksworn who know how to make a party rock and for the ones that don't, it's time they learned.
{ OOC | This is a free for all bring your own stuff and mingle for the most antisocial sanctum there is. Make your own top levels, do whatever seems reasonable. If you need an excuse to attend, Emma could have dragged your character there. }
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She has no idea what to make of the dragon, what she's saying, or what she's doing. In her world, dragons are all assholes who enjoy things like devouring humans and destroying ships, so to see this little creature chewing on a flower necklace, and hear her talk so - so meekly, Apollo takes a while to process what's happening. Azeroth dragons don't seem to be much different than what she knows either, so...
"Are you from here or what?" Apollo blurts out, regarding her with a quizzical look. "An' no, those ain't for eatin', 'less you like flowers an' shit but you don't look like a herbivore to me." Do dragons even come in herbivore versions? "You're 'spose to wear it."
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For a time, after she lapses into silence, she just returns Apollo's stare, waiting for whatever might follow. So this didn't work quite the same as she thought, was that really worth being watched like she'd sprouted three heads? --Ah, yes that's the problem. She had black scales, this was a black dragon sanctum, and everyone else here with black scales except for Surion seemed to be incredibly bad tempered.
"Would you prefer I rant about my superiority and threaten to eat you for daring to question me?" She sounds a little sullen when she says that, curling her tail over her feet, the bladed tip tapping the ground. "I could, if it'd make you feel better." But she'd rather not, apparently. That's not exactly an answer though, is it? "I'm not an herbivore. But not everyone here is a carnivore, and these ... things aren't exactly familiar..." That could sound bitter. It only sounded a touch bewildered. WEAR them?
Well. After a moment's wrangling she manages to get it entangled around her horns. Good enough, surely!
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"What?" Apollo says finally, as though what Cynder has said is only now catching up to her. "No, I--" She pauses again. Is she really talking to a dragon that doesn't want to talk about eating her, or how great dragons are, or whatever else dragons like to talk about? Apparently she is, so she catches herself and continues her thought. "I just thought that's what your kind just did, y'know, instead of sayin' hi you eat someone's arm. But uh, guess it's nice you don't wanna eat me."
Apollo glances at the lei now tangled in her horns, contemplating whether or not she wants to help. What if when she extends her arm, the dragon changes her mind and bites it off after all? Eventually, Apollo decides to risk it. Cautiously reaching out, she manages to get the necklace untangled from one horn, but waits to see what happens before she moves to do another.
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But at the least it seems Apollo isn't unfriendly, so the little black dragon perks up a bit, a little more attentive and a little less wary. "I don't eat anything I can talk to that talks back, it's rude." Not immoral or wrong or anything, just rude. "Dead meat is dead meat, but while it's alive, it's a different matter." Simplistic, easy to understand, and keeps Apollo in the 'don't eat' category.
As Apollo reaches for the lei, Cynder very obviously doesn't go for a bite. She does stop moving though, even breathing until she's certain what's going on, whereupon she relaxes again by small degrees. "Is this something your people usually wear during feasts?" All humans surely belonged to the same people.