Merlin (
yourservant) wrote in
lastvoyageslogs2020-11-16 05:54 pm
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04 ✨ Open Log
Who: Kilgharrah, open! Also a top-level for Merlin in case anyone wants him.
Where: On deck, etc.
When: Last couple of days of the Like Fish flood, potentially afterwards
Warning: Potential for breathing fire and other dragon-y stuff but will warn as it comes up!
[Merlin]
During all this...strangeness, Merlin is generally keeping his head down. With a few select exceptions, he's not feeling any particular need to socialise with anyone who's not even going to be here in a few days anyway. However, in the interests of Everything Being Normal, he keeps showing up to custodial shifts and, less reliably, mealtimes.
After the flood, he just straight-up disappears into his cabin for a couple of days.
[The Great Dragon]
With apologies to anyone who's even started surveying the damage done earlier in the flood, there's now a dragon on deck. He lands...relatively lightly, but even then, he's big enough to eat the average passenger in one bite. Maybe two if they're very tall. His claws gouge the deck; the bent railings buckle under his weight as he settles, tail curling around to one side as his wings fold against his back.
After decades of imprisonment, after the indignity of being chained beneath his captor's citadel, this short diversion is - at least initially - little more than a matter of bemusement. Of course he's limited to the deck, as far as the ship goes, and trying to fly beyond it is accompanied by a sense that his young host is being put at risk - so he doesn't wander far.
Passengers might find him circling the ship from above, or coming in to land, or simply resting on deck and regarding passers-by with luminous gold eyes. He's fairly chill, when unprovoked.
Where: On deck, etc.
When: Last couple of days of the Like Fish flood, potentially afterwards
Warning: Potential for breathing fire and other dragon-y stuff but will warn as it comes up!
[Merlin]
During all this...strangeness, Merlin is generally keeping his head down. With a few select exceptions, he's not feeling any particular need to socialise with anyone who's not even going to be here in a few days anyway. However, in the interests of Everything Being Normal, he keeps showing up to custodial shifts and, less reliably, mealtimes.
After the flood, he just straight-up disappears into his cabin for a couple of days.
[The Great Dragon]
With apologies to anyone who's even started surveying the damage done earlier in the flood, there's now a dragon on deck. He lands...relatively lightly, but even then, he's big enough to eat the average passenger in one bite. Maybe two if they're very tall. His claws gouge the deck; the bent railings buckle under his weight as he settles, tail curling around to one side as his wings fold against his back.
After decades of imprisonment, after the indignity of being chained beneath his captor's citadel, this short diversion is - at least initially - little more than a matter of bemusement. Of course he's limited to the deck, as far as the ship goes, and trying to fly beyond it is accompanied by a sense that his young host is being put at risk - so he doesn't wander far.
Passengers might find him circling the ship from above, or coming in to land, or simply resting on deck and regarding passers-by with luminous gold eyes. He's fairly chill, when unprovoked.

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"Holy shit," says Ford, because nothing short of swearing will do.
In all his travels, he's never found dragons. He's never gotten to see an actual dragon. Yara told him dragons existed somewhere, but he's never been to her world, never encountered one.
This. This is. So cool.
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"I bid a good evening to you too, traveller."
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"Oh my gosh. I've never gotten to see a dragon before. I've seen plenty of strange and unusual things in my time, but for some reason, I never ended up somewhere that dragons were real. I'm very excited to meet you. My name's Stanford Pines, I--can I do a quick scan of your physiology? It won't hurt or anything. It'll just tell me, you know, how you work. With the flight, and the fire-breathing, and -- do you breathe fire? I wouldn't want to assume, not all dragons do, and the last thing I want to do is cause offense, you're very big."
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There is a dinosaur on the deck.
"...NAH."
Bill turns around and goes to float back downstairs.
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"Maybe for the best."
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Terror, being the kind of dog who gives no shits, races towards it barking excitedly, clearly challenging the trespasser.
"Oi, Terror, you dumb fuck! Get back 'ere, mate!"
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His yellow-gold eyes then flick up a little, to regard the human.
"Is this creature in your care?"
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Oh, it's a fucking talking dragon as well. That fucking figures.
"Maybe. Bothering you, is 'e?"
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"Holy cow!" Happy skids to a stop in midair and stares, blinking his big eyes. "Are you a real dragon?"
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Kilgharrah regards him calmly for several moments.
"I am. Are you a real unicorn?" he asks, in the voice of someone who already has some theories.
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"I'm a real imaginary unicorn." Yeah, it's an oxymoron. Just roll with it.
Happy gasps. "Wait. Are you saying there are real real unicorns?"
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"You mind company?"
He's big enough that it would be hard enough for her to be out here with him without being company; she can't exactly head to the opposite end of the deck to leave him alone when he takes up half the space to begin with.
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Extremely convivial, by 'huge monster' standards.
"What is your name, young woman?"
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"Tiffany. What's yours?"
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"Uh- good evening."
He can't not be flabbergated but he can rely on his natural good manners.
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Kilgharrah lowers his head for a closer look, and then smiles. There's a lot of teeth to it.
"And I bid a good evening to you, sorcerer."
Look, he's been around the proverbial block a few times. Sometimes you just know.
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He says, offering a brief, courtly bow.
"Sir. Welcome aboard the barge."
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Upon seeing a great dragon there, his eyebrows lift, but he doesn’t seem perturbed. After all, he’s seen stranger things.
He tips his head respectfully.
“Good evening.”
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Kilgharrah regards him for a few moments. He is an ancient creature of intense magical sensitivity, and there is certainly something he feels, here.
"You are a passenger on this vessel?"
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“For the last eight months, I have been, yes. Are you a visitor?”
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"Great," she huffs. walking out anyway. "Now the entire place is going to smell of Ares and dragon."
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"Indeed," he says wryly. "But spare a thought for me, stuck on this ship which smells like you."
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"Are you? Stuck?"
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(Xigbar is not surprised. That would require more emotion than he's currently capable of. But he does blink, at the sight.)
"Well. There's something you don't see every day."
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"I am not a thing."