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moraypower​:

“The EXACT color of dye?!”

It wasn’t as if Frye had actually seen the orange robe in question for herself yet; if she had, she may have second guessed herself on trying to help out with this one. But it was starting to look a lot like she probably wouldn’t be able to help out anyways. How was she supposed to know the exact dye that her shirt was made with? It wasn’t like she had made it herself or anything like that..! 

The shock of the question almost made her forget about how cold she was entirely, honestly.

“Um, I have no idea, buddy. Maybe some kind of ink-based dye? I dunno.”

The idea made sense in her head. With how many different colors and shades inklings and octolings could become, especially with how easy it was to switch between these colors and how it changed the color of the ink they sprayed as well, dyes made out of cephalopod ink were extremely common back home. That being said, it was still overall a complete shot in the dark, though.

Which felt bad, given how this guy had started the conversation off with such a nice compliment for her.

“You… want to go shopping with me or something?” She found herself offering before she could think twice about it. “We might be able to find you something equally as fresh, yeah? Well… maybe not EQUALLY, but it’ll come close!”

A unique dye, for something equally unique. There was something inside that made him, pinge something. Something deep in his memories, something to grasp, make him stand out. 

Why did he pick that colour, was it only because it reminded him of life? of his father eyes?

No. Its too late to think that sadly. 

 “Ink base...fascinating.” 

he pauses. 

 “It is not needed, I would say I can gather some raw materials to make that color eventually, I am...despite appearance quiet an alchemist to make anything I need.”

To live. 

Being in the outlands for outright decades, you have to make do with what you have. And everywhere you go, it wasn’t much but it allowed him to live. 

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moraypower​:

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“What, you mean this thing?”

Frye got a smug, prideful grin on her features as soon as she took notice of the compliment, tugging at the hem of her bright yellow crop top between two fingers as if to show it off further.

It was frankly extremely early in the year to be trying to wear this particular outfit again, as even with the new year having now passed by it was still quite cold out; she could feel the chill running deep throughout her body no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, but there was a reason she had made this outfit into her idol getup on TV! She liked it, she looked good in it, and it was her exact style! She could deal with the overall frigidness of the weather if it meant getting to rock her signature look from back home for even a little while.

Just ignore how much she’s shivering, okay. She’d go home and put on an outfit that was much more suitable for the weather later, just let her have this for now.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great, isn’t it? It’s even better out in the Splatlands! Keeps you nice and cool, no matter how much you dance around.”

 “I use to have...a orange robe, I can still bring it out but I would waste my...limitations for now.” His voice is rather disturbed on that, a dragon limited by humanity of all things. But the fashion sense of a dragon who effectively been in exile for years, is...um. 

 “I would like to wear it again. But I don’t like wasting it too...”

He shakes his head. 

 “But your shirt...what dye is it. I would...like to know the exact color, if you would.” He has some fashionable ideas -horrible- coming up just looking at the bright thing. Though one could ...distantly mistake them...for relation if one...squints. 

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For a dragon, being immortal comes with the deal of ...being a dragon. Or extremely long lived, and so every new year is the same. His eyes look around... 

 “...I like your yellow shirt.” Thinking face... 

@moraypower​

[sableclaw]

cheers. new years. have fun. 

small starter call cap at 3. 

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indomitableblackdragon​:

“Yikes harsh…” Although he did have a good point. Even if he did want her help NJ didn’t have much going for her in terms of “raw appeal”. No weapons or real noteworthy abilities basically meant she was just a walking supportive individual rather than her old self.

“I’m a good ol’ fashioned Battleship honey.~~ But I never met an actual dragon before and I have to say, that’s preeeeety damn coool!” Maybe she was just a little too excited rather than concentrating at the point at hand.

“You know they call me a Black Dragon too back in my world. The world where conversations happy pretty constantly.” So either had no friends at all or there just wasn’t to talk to. Or there was a little bit of a both that he wasn’t putting on.

“I’m actually a Battleship. But well I can’t exactly, you know, do the thing that makes me actually look like one. Must be something that happened before I arrived here…”

 “Perhaps it is for the best, after all how can a ship have the voice to say what they need.” He looks at her without any chance, the information that she is a ship is something he takes without pause, after all were there not cultures somewhere, that when an item is old enough it houses its own spirit?

 “I would enjoy, seeing your true form one day. To be limited to one form, is rather vexing and also hinders many.” meaning about anything, Sabellian is rather apathetic to anything that disturbs his own dragonflight. 

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indomitableblackdragon​:

His cryptic way of speaking reminded NJ of the Siren’s somewhat although she was for certain that he wasn’t one of them. Although she did wish that he just talk normally instead of all of this cryptic mumbo jumbo. How could the ship hide her scent if she didn’t even know what it was she smelt like in the first place?

(“I sure hope my appearance will suffice. Last thing I want is someone else walkin’ round looking like me as well.”) That’s when things would start to get awkward. Or she completely lost it. Whichever happened first.

(“Oh and not a damn clue. I thought you would’ve known considering well…ya know’. You look like some old wise sage that would totally have that knowledge on hand and zoom us all back home.”) Maybe she really was stretching the truth just a little bit…

(“It ain’t my home that’s for sure. There’s no big sea and I don’t seem to recognize anyone I know. Or the Admiral…”)

 “that would imply, I would want to help any of you.” it was something, that did give him ideas. After all what better way to get help, then by rewarding people with useless baubbles that absolutely did nothing in the long run [looking at you Wrathion]. 

 “What you see is merely a visage, my true form is the dragon you saw earlier. A way, to blend in with the mortals.” Seeing as dragons were generally immortal [unless shadowlands happens here]. 

...”Despite your form, are you a child of man, or something else entirely? Rarely do I interact in a setting that such conversations could happen in the first place.”

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indomitableblackdragon​:

“Hey I didn’t put perfume on today. So I don’t know what ya’ smelling over here.”

Unless it was more in the metaphorical sense that she was “different” from the rest. In which case NJ was more scared someone could just tell she was different from smell alone. Even if her attire wasn’t really hiding any real punches.

“Tell me its at least a good scent. Like fruity or something.”

 “No.”

 “If I tell you, You can hide it.” 

he’s a dragon so scent is important, and being forced again to count on the aid of allies, is something he never thought he would have to do, a hundred times over. 

 “Not that its important, in the end your appearance will suffice to identify you. But...”

he shakes his head. 

 “Are you aware, of where this city is by chance.”

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indomitableblackdragon​:

“Was it that obvious?” She didn’t consider herself too much of an unlucky individual but there were times (Like this) where it seemed like she managed to piss off some deity out there and put the BB in situations like this

“Yeah I’m new to this weird little show. You too? Or are an expert in being whisked away to new worlds with seemingly no way of getting out~~?”

 “Your smell, stands out too much from the rest of these mortals.” He says in reply, his form shining and a burst of smoke, he looks human. Still overly tall as he looks down, still on the woman. 

 “Perhaps in time, it will not. But anyone with a sense of smell can tell.” 

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@indomitableblackdragon

There is an annoyed looking dragon somewhere within the backstreets of the city, there is an annoyed looking sable dragon that is looking down literally at you. His tail destroying parts of the wall with idly swings of it. 

 “I suppose, you are one of the new inhabitants.”

Blazing eyes were still looking down , perhaps he is stuck? perhaps he is unable to move due to how cramped this city actually is for any dragon. 

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Sabellian

Thousands and more years old

Has been taking care of kids for thousands and more years. Has a lot of good points and didn’t start a war, vote for him. 

Grumpy at times. 

someone take a chill pill

if he see’s wrathion its on sight [for a dragon noogie]

big

what big shoulder pauldrons you have. 

[sableclaw]

apping sabellian of world of warcraft series, app under /app and stats under /s

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 116!

You’ll be able to change between your TRUE and FALSE forms 5 times a day!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra

[sableclaw]

Just woke up, so can’t make a decent follow yet. but have a small starter call with with undoubtly grumpy dragon. small cap at 5