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    Quote from ValkonX11»

    Jack watches Chisille as she releases her own rant in response to Boris's. As the fireball she releases explodes on the floor, Jack stands up, walking over to the flames and extinguishing them under the sole of his boot before they can spread enough to do any real damage. As smoke from the smoldering ashes left behind rises from underneath his foot, he glances down at Chisille and considers saying something, but concludes that anything he could say probably wouldn't help the situation.

    Quote from Pandolen»

    Betty's face is all kinda screwed up like someone severely constipated, listening to big ol Boris's rant. Then when Chissy has a breakdown in response to Boris, Betty just kinda backs away and rolls her eyes. She sure as heck feels sorry for both those guys, but it's perfectly obvious that she had better leave the situation well and truly alone for now! Ain't no use in poking at a bee hive with a stick!

    Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack.

    Quote from Buttons»

    When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack.

    While Chisille cried her eyes out, she had the chance to calm down and reassess the situation. 'What... am I doing? I can't break into tears every time something upsets me. It makes too much noise, it makes me vulnerable. I need to-' Her thoughts pause for a moment as her nose begins working it's magic again. She can smell something. It's incredibly familiar yet somehow sweeter then before. More appetizing. Her tongue stuck out and swiped across her upper lip, catching what had splattered on her face from before. It tasted... irresistible.

    Her tears stopped flowing and her cries quietened down as she lifted herself back off the floor. She was focusing on her surroundings again and it didn't take long for her to set her sights on what she was suddenly after. Without any consideration for what the others were doing she moved over to the red stains all over the floor. Chisille paused briefly in realization at what she was about to do. 'I... can't really do this can I? But... but... I must. I need to. Why am I so thirsty? ... ...Ugh, it doesn't matter. I'm going to do this and nothing is going to stop me. Finally I'm going to get what I've been after. I just needed a little spark.' she thought.

    And at that, she started to lap up the crimson liquid. She enjoyed it. Absolutely enjoyed it. She felt like she could just drink and drink until she burst. Her lips and snout were covered in red by now.

    Chisille suddenly gasped in shock. Something within her was happening and it had come with a sharp burst of weird feeling, one which she hadn't felt before. She stared down at her shaking bloodsoaked paw as she could feel the unknown within her shifting, moving, awakening. The first visible signs of what was happening could be seen on her tail. The strip of cloth wrapped around her wound was faintly glowing where her injury was. She quickly turned around to witness this, feeling nervous and anxious about what she had done to herself.

    However, she couldn't escape the feeling that what was happening felt soothing.
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    Boris never actually made contact with Chisille. He was only edging his hand closer to see if she would accept his effort. He was trying really hard not to be scary and wasn't aware of all the things Chissy had been through lately. He wasn't a smart man, but it was clear that she wasn't wanting anything to do with being patted and he took that personally. It was the story of his life, no one had ever let Boris get close to them, but he blamed that on himself, since he couldn't figure a reason as to why it might be other peoples fault. Except for girls, of course, they had always been downright mean to Boris in his life, and he figured that they must have just been generally evil. Chisille didn't fall into that category, though, Boris just saw her as a cute little dragon who he wanted to be friends with. Maybe this desire to befriend her had more than anything else to do with his past interaction with dragons, leaving him with the feeling of needing to make things right. But whatever the reason, all he really wanted was for people to like and trust him, just like he had seen them do with other people, so seeing the dragon reject his kindly advance only served to lessen his self esteem. Jack was an exception, yet Boris didn't really consider Jack's apparent liking for him as a comforting notion, probably just because Jack really didn't come to mind at that moment, the heartbreak of Chissy's response overshadowed any hope Jack had previously supplied.


    Feeling dejected, and neither giving a damn about the splatter of blood and guts that were sprayed on him, Boris simply dropped his hand away. The smile ran away from his face. He plonked himself down on the floor, legs crossed like a child, shoulders slumped with what appeared to be one of Trixie's mangled nipples sliding down his cheek as he dropped his head somberly to pout.


    "Boris sorry...." He turns his eyes to Chissy, a look that could only be given from someone with an inferiority complex, though the look didn't last long before his eyes turned back down at the floor. “Boris doesn’t know why people hate him…. I no want to hurt you. Boris only wants you to feel good.” Shaking his head slowly, a tear could be seen in his eye, which might have been an uncomfortable thing to view on someone with such a large, manly appearance. "I must be too stupid and ugly to be liked.... Boris really sorry.” The nipple dropped from his cheek and into his lap.


    Despite his feelings of personal rejection and hurt, which was more or less a way of life for him, all he really wanted was something intelligent to say in the hopes he could make Chisille understand where he was coming from, and that he had no intention of being a threat to her – and as it turned out, that desire alone was enough to make his wish come true, if only for a short fleeting moment –


    It was like his mind suddenly became clear with understanding, accompanied by actual words to speak. His slumped posture straightened, not abruptly, but rather smooth while his eyes lit up and looked at the dragon with undeniable kindness and understanding.


    “Life can be cruel. It can make a good person turn bad.” He told her, his voice calm, clear and perfectly pronounced. “I have also had a life of pain and sorrow, just like you. So I understand that all you really want is a reason to feel safe. You want someone around who cares about you. Don’t we all really want the same thing, someone that makes us feel safe and loved?” A soft smile forms on his face. “A friend is patient and kind. Friends do not dishonour each other. They aren’t self-seeking. Friends are not easily angered and they keep no record of wrong doings. Friends do not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth. Friends always protect each other. Friends always trust. Friends always persevere and stay with each other until the end.” He paused again, giving Chissy a look so warm that it almost seemed impossible for his face to deliver such a look. “I know you’re confused and I know you have no reason to believe in the kindness of humans. I honestly understand. But I want you to know that if you want me to, I can be that friend for you. I like you so very much… and being that friend for you would make me very happy.”


    As he finishes his speech, Boris’ eyes seem to dim again, his shoulders slump, and his eyes turn sadly to the floor.


    Even without Boris making contact with her, she still felt the same way about everything going on at the moment. "Get off... get off get off get off..." she whispered to herself while her eyes darted from Boris, to the floor, to herself and back at him again. It was clear to anyone who could understand someone's emotions that hers was quite unstable. Repeating things that had already been responded to, the heavy breathing that didn't slow down and anything else that seemed odd about her implied large amounts of stress.

    As Boris apologized for his behavior Chisille tried to listen to what he was saying, with difficulty. Talking to herself had calmed her mind down, forcing her self-assurance that Boris had backed off. However what he was apologizing for and what how he was once more declaring that he would not injure a single scale on her was making her feel... angry. He was so insistent that he was going to inflict no harm on her that it clashed with her knowledge of the world just like all the other times that someone had told her they weren't going to hurt her. She knew better then that. She HAD to know better then that! She... didn't know better then that, she had no idea how the world worked, and that's what made her anger rise. What she knew about humans being constantly challenged at every turn, and then when she was forced to feel things she didn't want to it just confirmed what she already knew, and then it went straight back to contradictions again.

    And then came the speech... While Boris had tried his hardest to convince her he had made a grand error that he could not have known about. He talked too much. He talked something something friend, friend something... earache... then he kept going on as the pain angered her further. When he got halfway the whole way through the speech, she snapped. Her tail rose up into the air then slammed down onto the floor as hard and loudly as she could, the spike leaving a clear imprint in the wood. Small trails of smoke started to rise from both nostrils.

    "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop this! All of this! Please! You say don't want hurt me but that's words! WORDS! I know humans but I don't! You always are mean to me, shout at me, run from me, attack me! Trap me!! That's what you do! That's all you ever do! You don't mean what you say when say you would not harm me but just... don't know!" She shouts at him with an upset growl in her voice. "Don't know anymore! Just don't know! Humans are nice but humans are bad! Can't tell who will hurt or who does not, and then! THEN...!" she shakes her head angrily at the next part she's about to say. "Make me feel what I don't want to feel! Make me think you nice! Confuse me more and more and more! Play with my thinking like it's fun! I try to not attack because you all kill me if I do! I hide because you find me and then hurt! I don't know what friend are, never had friend! Even if wanted one never had one! Don't want one because it will kill me! All words and can't tell if friend will kill me!" Several tears roll down her grey cheeks, washing away a little bit of the blood that had recently splattered on her face. "I'm scared! You all make me scared! Room full of humans and I don't know what will happen to me! You come up to me, scare me! Other one make me calm, but scare me more! Nothing but fear!"

    And at that, she hurled a small ball of flame at the ground nearby that explodes surprisingly violently. It doesn't manage to hit anyone, but it's definitely going to be a problem soon. Chisille doesn't care though as she sinks to the ground and begins crying her eyes out, letting out loud draconic whimpers that would pierce through the hearts of anyone emotionally caring enough. In a way, it's sort of pathetic.

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    Betty couldn’t do or say all that much about anything at all for the remaining journey to the hallway. She kept her disloyal trap shut and didn’t say a gosh word as the others became acquainted with each other, and she only just found herself mighty dazzled by Vernon's cool intervention in regards to Boris and little Chissy.


    As much as Betty hated to admit it, this Vernon character was looking more attractive by the minute, and what with all his charismatic and spellbinding words, she just couldn’t help but feel a little more than enamored by the creepy man. As he walked on off towards dining room, she finally founds the words ‘Yes sir!’ to say as she watched his fine butt strut its stuff down the hall until it disappeared around the corner.


    Quote from ValkonX11»

    As Vernon, Annie, and Ei talk, Jack shifts his focus to the recently arrived Betty and Chisille. Both individuals he had could recognize, though he hadn't seen them together before; given the farm girl's apparent afffinity for animals- or whatever one might call that summoning magic she used- and the way Chisille hid behind Betty, Jack's best guess was that the latter had somehow managed to befriend the former. A surprise, to say the least; human-dragon relations didn't exactly have a reputation of being particularly friendly.

    Jack noticed Boris observing Chisille as the man noticed the dragon's wound. He took a few steps back as he watched the expression on Boris's face twist from one of happiness into one of rage, his heavy steps practically shaking the hallway as he stomped over towards the farm girl and the dragon. This, of course, followed by a shouted declaration of vengance.

    Jack moved to try to calm Boris, but Vernon seemed to have covered that before he could get to Boris, let alone figure out the right thing to say. Jack simply watched and listened as he spoke to Chisille, followed by Ei and Annie. There was something about his voice, and indeed his presence in general, that felt odd to Jack; in a way, it was similar to the feeling that the presence of the robed cultists had given him before. However, while their presence gave off a sense of anxiety, fear, and, to some degree, hostility, Vernon's was... calming.

    Given the way others seemed to react to his words, Jack guessed he wasn't the only one who felt that presence of serenity. Whether it was a genuine reflection of Vernon's nature or merely a charismatic facade, only time could tell.

    Quote from Buttons»

    Boris, not wanting to follow Vernon and not really effected by his words anyway, smiles really broad at the little dragon, to the point that he almost looks a little goofy. He stoops down with his hands on his knees, and stares with that smile at her.

    "Boris sure wouldn't blame anything bad on a little dragon like you." He pauses for a moment attempting to subdue her with the continuation of the intense bulging eyes of his smile. "Boris sure would like to give you a pat. I promise not to hurt you at all, not even a bit, little dragon."

    He extends one hand slowly to see if she'd accept his advance, keeping his big, goofy looking smile, which might even seem a little comical being worn on a man of his brutish size.


    With a mighty boom, Trixie exploded like the entirety of her body was a bomb, covering the walls and everybody in the hallway with particles of flesh and bone.


    Boris's words and his actions, particularly the part where he said he wanted to pat her drew all attention onto him. Even with the calming effects of Vernon's words, she was beginning to resist their effects. "No... these mind spells... I should not be calm right now! This isn't... how it's... supposed to be..." she thought quickly as natural instinct and a building hatred for being toyed with was fighting against Vernon's calming words.

    Some sort of internal struggle started up. She thinks about everything that is currently happening right now and how it's making her feel, or supposed to be making her feel. At this stage from what's happened to her since she's been in Waise, it could be expected that she would just deal with it all. But she's just too overwhelmed for her age by what's been going on constantly with not enough time to adapt. Externally, she freezes in place like a stunned rabbit while Boris slowly extended his hand towards her. He meets absolutely no resistance until his hand finally reaches her.

    Depending on where he manages to pet her, Boris either feels her smooth, hard and somewhat reflective scales or her softer but slightly rougher underbelly, so warm. Regardless of where he manages to touch her, the sensation breaks her mind out of the struggle she was having. Her eyes locked onto Boris' hand. Her breathing rate began to spike up as she realizes what is happening. She's not feeling calm at all anymore, all traces of the calming spell had been overwritten. "Get..." she starts. Her voice sounded breathless and panicky, and sounded like she was trying to tell him but at the same time begging him. "...off..." Those close enough can feel warmth radiating from inside her chest.

    Whatever splatters of blood end up hitting her get completely ignored.
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    Quote from Buttons»

    Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."

    Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.

    Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.

    "Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"

    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.


    "Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.


    "Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.


    While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:


    "Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."

    As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."


    Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.


    Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.

    Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.

    Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.

    After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
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    Quote from Pandolen»

    "Well sure! We could use all the help we can get!" Betty replies as her and little Chissy start following. "Sure a strong handsome son of a gun like yourself will come into use."


    Betty then closes her mouth, realizing what the hell she just said to Vernon. WHY YOU GO AND CALL HIM HANDSOME FOR FOR YOU IDIOT! FIRST THE ANGEL AND NOW SOME VERY SUAVE OLD MAN - GOSH DAMN IT! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO DAMN EASY ANYWAY! YOU HAVE ARIEL NOW, SO STOP LOOK'N AT THIS OLD MANS PERFECT BUTT!


    Betty pulls her eyes off Vernon and looks down at Chissy when she asked the question. Her face is all kinda distorted because she's trying not to have all them thoughts about the old man!


    "A physician? Oh - bub, We call them doctors back where I come from. Someone who deals with medicine and helps heal people. But I kinda agree with Yumon - I mean Vernon! You should really probably see a doctor or something like that."


    Betty then addresses Vernon again, but tries real gosh darn hard not to look at his suave posture strutting its stuff down the hallway.


    "So where'd you say we were going, you not so good look'n man? And don't go getting any funny ideas either, buddy - I've already got myself a man!"


    Just then they hear some big old beastly voice yell out the word No from somewhere else in the mansion.


    "Let me guess, we're headed to where all that 'I'm gonna damn well die right now' noise is coming from. Am I right or am I right?"


    Quote from NightsRemnant»


    Vernon regards Betty with humor, sounding a soft chuckle as he continues to lead her and Chisille through mansion, but refrains from speaking any more until they arrive at their destination....

    ...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.

    "They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"

    Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.

    Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.

    "Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."


    Chisille nods in understanding when Betty informs her what a physician is for. However as she thought about precisely what this means, she started getting more nervous then normal about the thought. Both Vernon and Betty were seriously suggesting that she should willingly go up to some human who knows this stuff and let them examine her injuries. To just... sit there and let them toy with her vulnerable state like that... she shuddered at the thought.

    "Don't like idea of seeing doctor. Haven't needed them before, why now?" she asks Betty in a hushed tone, spinning her head around to get a look at the bandaged up part of her tail. The bandage was still holding strong, though it was clear that the wound was still bleeding judging from the redness of the cloth, just much slower then before. The pain was nothing new even though it was still uncomfortable. She often woke up from a good night's sleep feeling a bit sore when she used to be imprisoned. She never figured out why though.

    When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.

    Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.

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    Quote from Pandolen»

    Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.

    "My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"

    Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;

    "In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"

    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    Vernon queers, dropping his glance to the young female dragon, possibly aware of her urge to take a bite of him, yet he does not respond with words. He may almost appear humored by the dragons instincts. He does continue to listen to the farm girls rantings. Though it was not an entirely long speech, he poises in a moderately exhausted fashion near the closing of her words. Perhaps he is restraining his impatience. In the end, he gives the girl a candid wink.

    "I know more than I'm willing to share at this stage, Betty. I have my own issues with the species you are after. But right now I have a young girl to reunite with, maybe we can work something out along the way. How does that sound?"

    Without waiting for a response, Vernon provides the young dragon a comforting nod and turns to make his way down the hall.

    "Keep your senses keen." He tells them, expecting them to follow. "And you might want a physician to take a look at those wounds, dragon."


    With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.

    'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.

    As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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    Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.


    "You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.


    Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"


    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;

    "You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"

    Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.

    With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.

    Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...

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    A padlock keeps the closet thoroughly shut, what a shame. Maybe there's a key somewhere that would allow for it to be opened?


    Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
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    Spect opens a book. It's written in some strange, unknown language. Useless.
    Spect opens another book, this one is readable, but the fact that every single page constantly repeats "Get Out" over and over again isn't very helpful.
    The third book looks a bit more promising however. Although most of the book is written in the same, unreadable language, one page draws Spect's attention. Although Spect can't understand what is written on the page, it is fortunately written in a script he is familiar with, and two words stand out among the rest, as Spect is able to understand what they say.
    'Blunt Weapon'


    Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.

    And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.

    His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
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    posted a message on Departure
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    Spect finds himself in a sort of office, a desk covered in books stands in front of him, and a large comfortable chair next to it. A large closet lines the wall, and there is one other door in the room.


    As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.


    The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
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    Spect suddenly wakes up, though what awoke him he doesn't know, nor does he know where he is, all he can tell is that he's lying in some kind of nursery room, covered in toys. A small closet lines the wall, and a single door provides the exit.


    Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.

    A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
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    posted a message on Departure

    Character Name: Spect
    Character Pronoun: He
    Character Appearance: Brown eyes. Short, neatly kept orange hair. Slightly smaller then the average height. Wears a grey jumper with white lines around the waist area, brown trousers with a pocket either side, slightly worn grey and black shoes, and a thick metal bracelet on one arm.
    Extra Info: Spect has a mild fear of being buried alive or anything that could be poisonous, enjoys staring into a fireplace for hours on end, and he loves to put as many cubes of ice into a drink as it can handle before spilling.

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    Betty sure is torn apart by Chissy's sad story. She sure ain't non too happy about someone taking control of her lil baby dragon, no sire, not one little bit at all! While Chissy is making an account of the events, Betty's lip if trembling with hurt, maybe a lil tear well up there in her eye as well and all that. After she finishes talking, Betty moves real slow so Chissy doesn't cower away and uses both hands to gently pat her cheeks and give her chin a good soothing scratch.

    "Now just you hold on there, little one," Betty tells her in a real soft tone; "don't go pay'n too much attention to dreams, they don't usually mean all the stuff they seem to go on about. One thing I know for certain is that most dreams have alternative meanings, that's if they have any meaning at all to begin with. But it kinda looks like thinking about that is a problem for you, so maybe when you feel like it, you can share with ol Betty more details about that dream."


    Betty leans in real slow and gives Chissy an affectionate kiss on her blood stained snout and says; "There ain't no one in this town gonna be ganging up on my Chissy for things outa her control. I'm gonna be making gosh darn certain of that, so let me tell ya that much right now. And just so as you know, my little cutie, I'm assuming it's them same guys controlling your mind like yesterday, right? Well I think you and me have some searching to do. Number one; We gotta go find that boy and set the truth straight before he goes around hollering all kinda bad stuff about you to the others. And don't you go get'n all afraid either, because if anyone tries attacking you, they're gonna have to get through me first."


    Betty gets up, puts her hands smartly on her hips and gives Chissy a big ol confident smile. "You're gonna have to clean all that blood off your darling lil face first!"


    "Vengeance may be best served cold, but I ain't no patient farm girl, and God only knows how long it will be before they try something like that on you again. So after setting that boy straight about the truth behind why you did all that stuff, how about you and me go hunting down them guys who did all that bad stuff to your brain, and give em a piece of ol Betty's cranky mind?"


    It was a good thing that Betty moved so slowly when she approached Chisille, otherwise she would've moved back away from her, even after sleeping right on top of her. When Betty patted her cheeks, she could feel the small armoured studs that dotted her face, far harder then her smooth scaly skin. Chisille wasn't entirely keep on having her cheeks patted, but the chin scratch was appreciated. However she backed off a little bit when she went in for a kiss on her little snout, though she did not move back far enough and ended up getting kissed anyway.

    Unfortunately, even though Betty was trying to be all gentle and kind to her, the large amount of talking was causing another headache. Chisille resisted doing anything about it, as that would seem to Betty that she didn't want to be comforted at all. Truth be told, she definitely needed what Betty was telling her. She was glad that Betty was so incredibly willing to defend her, and even hear out her problems when it came to her nightmares. No one, not even the first proper member of her species has done that.

    Then came the part where Betty suggested that they go and deliberately hunt down those that were responsible for forcing her do kill Fin. "I'm.. not sure if it was them. I was just lying down, and then I was angry. Didn't see any of those black figures come to me. Was probably them though... Not sure where they are, but must be close by to do this." she says, nodding at the first thing she suggests they do, confront Faux. 'No more running off for now, without Betty I have no hope of telling them that it was not me... and no help should they come and attack me. I hope that we don't have to move about through this place randomly because of those crazy doors.'

    Now that that was out of the way, Chisille felt a lot less afraid of what might happen. Now that Betty had got up again, it was time to get going. The faster they could tell the others it was not her fault in the first place, the less chance that she would be attacked later, she hoped. Casually licking some of the dried blood from her mouth, she moved on over to the door she had entered the room by, twisting the handle and opening it up. To her surprise, it actually led to where it was supposed to. There were scents of other humans further away, so that's where they needed to go. However whatever fighting was out there was also in the way.
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    Betty wakes up from all the gosh darn racket going on in the mansion. She ain't happy cuz she was having a perfectly good beaver's at a picnic dream! Chissy is still asleep for the time being, but that probably ain't gonna last since Betty gets on up and opens the door to the bedroom and yells at them two monstrosities that are now fighting it out in the hallway just outside. The two monsters were pretty gosh darn scary to look at, but Betty didn't really care!


    "KEEP THE GOSH DARN MOTHER FRIG'N RACKET DOWN YOU GOOD FOR NOTH'N FREAKS - WE'RE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP IN HERE!!!!"


    After that she slams the door and looks down at Chissy, who is probably more than likely awake at this point.


    "Hey there lil sweetie! Why don't you go and tell your ol friend Betty what's been going on around here and how you got all them injuries. Because I gotta tell ya right this instant, someones gonna pay!"


    She sits on down in front of Chissy all casual like and listens to her story.


    When all the combat noise started up from one of the other rooms in the attic, Chisille immediately woke up. This had to have been at least the 5th or 6th time she was interrupted in her sleep on the same night. Sure there had been other nights like this, but not when she had also been forced to do things she didn't want to do by an unknown force while in a building with half a dozen humans that could burst through the door and take her down at any moment.

    Chisille shifted herself off of Betty as she got up from the place she was sleeping to go tempt fate by shouting at those making the noise. While she was busy doing that, Chisille spun around the take a look at herself. Something felt strange about her tail. Then she saw what it was, the part that had been cut from before was wrapped up tightly by some sort of cloth now partially stained red to stop the bleeding. It reminded her of some of those snaring vines she once got caught in and had to bite to get free.

    However once she gets questioned by Betty she visibly shrinks down, curling her injured tail around herself. Betty can tell that she feels ashamed and guilty about something. She can't even make eye contact with her.

    "I... got into fight. Wasn't my fault... they made me do it. Was trying to sleep and... and they make me feel all angry. Made me hunt around for a girl inside this place. Couldn't find them so I kept walking around until I..."
    She paused for a moment before continuing. Obviously the next part was hard for her to tell.
    "...This human got in the way of me. The voices in my head... they make me attack them. They made me chase them until they fall down and then a kid shows up with sword. They try to keep me from... killing. They stab me to stop me killing... It hurt."
    Chisille looks visibly nervous now, as if talking about the next part would end their friendship right there and then.
    "I killed them. The first human. They're dead now! I didn't mean to... I was made to be angry! I didn't want any of that! Now the will kid go and tell all the other humans about what I did... and they will all get weapons and they will all go after me to get revenge..."
    She starts to sniffle, the scared feeling coming back as she tried to hold back tears.
    "And... and... dream make me do something bad. Dream make me feel good about it and I don't want to feel good about it. Don't want to do it to you and not going to ask. Don't care what dream says!"
    At the last few words, she stands up and flares her wings as if to emphasize how she feels. She knew this was going to have issues later, but she didn't need to do it right on the spot. She could find someone way less important.
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    While Chissy is having a not so pleasant dream, Betty rips off one of her sleeves and uses it to wrap around the injury on Chissy's tail to stop all that bleeding. COINCIDENTALLY, this just so happened to take place while that big ol angry Chissy in her dreams was clawing at the baby Chissy, so the sleeping Chissy didn't notice enough to actually wake up or anything.

    A little while after that, by ways I can't even describe, Betty falls to sleep as well. So there they are, both of em lay'n on the floor sleep'n, the little dragon all wrapped up in Betty's arms.

    Betty has a dream about a cute family of beavers having a picnic in a park.

    Unfortunately, Betty tends to snore real loud and talk in her sleep!

    Thankfully Chisille didn't wake up when she was having her tail patched up, though sometime through the night, even though she was very tired from all the activity she was forced to do, she woke up from the loud snoring since it was instinctual that she should check everything in case it was a danger. When she realized what was creating the noise, for the first time she also realized where she was. In Betty's arms.

    Honestly, she didn't care that she was so close to a human at the time. With no real danger around the room, she decided to go back to sleep despite the loud snoring. However what she remembered of her dream and what it told her to do floated about in her mind. She didn't... want to do it, but there was still the sense of satisfaction that came with it. At the very least she wasn't going to try it without asking permission first. Eventually she fell asleep again. At least this time she wasn't disturbed by a nightmare.

    She just slept, then slept some more until morning arrived... whenever that was... sometime later probably, when the sun came up. Sleeping till morning...

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