009 ~*~ Enter the (zombie) dragon

[not_so_great_wall]

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She wasn't quite sure how things ended up like this. The past 24 hours were a blur. Yesterday she was sleeping at home to avoid getting droned, and had been the last to vacate the house -- she had to stop and gather up the remaining supplies to bring to the safehouse they had been occupying the past few days of the zombie invasion. There was one that got in, though; the drone "husband". He didn't try the back door, or the windows, like she had expected, and she didn't even notice when he ambushed her in the kitchen.

...oh, that's right. He would have a key. Clever!

It wasn't even that he was that tough of a fight. Meiling didn't really want to hurt him, but she had to. There was no way out except past him, and the fact he felt no pain meant there was no way to disable him without severe disfigurement, and that was just too cruel of a thought. It was that compassion - that hesitation - that cost her the scratches on her ankle as he reached out for her while she paused in her stance.

....that big stain in the wallpaper is going to have to be replaced when they go back home.

But that was yesterday, so the scratch should have healed, except it didn't. Nothing healed. The bruises from other fights stained her skin, so she hid them with long shirts. The chunk of her hair (torn out when she nearly took a lawnmower blade to the head) had to be covered with a bandage and her hat at all times. She even remembers poking the empty sockets where a couple of molars used to sit, but at least no one was going to go gawking down her gullet to count her teeth.

But now she felt so ... heavy. Not just heavy from the meal she had in the morning. No, Meiling had skipped out and decided that, well, her diet could use a lot more fresh protein. The drones were already dead, after all, that she found on the street so there was no sense in letting all of that go to waste! She ate her fill, then, all the while pondering if she should take some back to the house to share...

No, she's a big girl. She doesn't need to share; she needs all of it for herself! And she knew just how to be able to eat more, faster, and more effeciently than ever--

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--and that's the last thing she remembers from today. She's so tired. That's why she flew (soared?) right back to the house for a nap. Her heavy lids were closed even before her body settled on the roof, all the tiles and supports creaking and cracking from the strain. Hmm.. I guess I ate too much. I didn't think I'd gain weight so fast, though. She curled in on herself, and something on the building gave way. The chimney, perhaps? Or maybe a vent from the attic. Whatever it was, she couldn't be bothered to do anything about it....


[ Action : 1647 Albright Lane ]

[ Anyone looking outside one of the top floor windows might have a bit of a problem. You see, there's a large mass of red-and-green blocking the view. It's hard to tell what it is so close, but it is shifting from time-to-time, and there's a low rumbling as it...... snores? ]

[ From outside, it's much more obvious as to what is going on. There is a giant freaking green DRAGON snoozing on the roof. She's taking over the entire top of the building, her tail occasionally dangling near the top of the front porch, flicking occasionally like a lazy cat's, and her whiskers twitch as she sleeps. Of course, with the lack of wings, it might be just easier to mistake her for some kind of napping serpent.

But she's smiling, and not rotted at all, so it totally looks like you could bother her... right? Don't mind the dismembered zombies and the hunk of broken chimney in the front yard. She'll clean it up... eventually. ]

((OOC: I don't have many actual dragon icons, so pardon me! OTL They would be terribly inconsistent.

ETA: Trigger warnings for zombieness, gore, and death in the thread with Sakuya.))

Comments

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

[Knocking out one of the few zombies around with her fire iron as she stares up at that mass]

...so this is where you got off to.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She stirs upon hearing a familiar voice, and she opens one big blue eye to glance down at the ground.

--why does Remilia look so short? Meiling tries to speak, but it just comes out as a nonsensical rumble in her throat as she hasn't opened her maw.

...maw? The second eye is open now as she raises her head up to give Remilia a rather surprised look. She parts her lips and hisses. ] ...what?

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

Meiling, what are you doing up there? And so flagrantly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ What is Meiling doing up here? What is Remilia doing down there? ] Sleeping?

[ It isn't short to be mean, but that's literally the only thing she can think of at the moment. Things are kind of hazy, and she feels so weary. It's been quite some time since she's been like this, and everything takes so much energy.

That doesn't stop her from uncoiling, which takes a few sections of gutter with it, and stretching out. Ahhhh, that feels good. ]

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

Well, find somewhere else to do it. And in a smaller form.

Look, stop that, you're ruining everything!

[not_so_great_wall]

Sorry. [ She murmurs (as quietly as someone her size can) and she curls back downward, bowing her face apologetically. ] Can't leave.

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

Well, you don't need to leave... just... get down and stop being so big!

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[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Well, thumps from the roof had been pretty commonplace in the past few days. Flandre had mostly tuned them out, with one day blurring into the next like they usually did.

Usually, though, the roof didn't keep thumping. And make somewhat alarming noises, like it was trying to fall in.


...and what's that, out the window?

Flandre chirps as she toddles over to it, clawing at the glass a bit--then apparently remembering that it won't just break because she wants it to. At least not now. This time she opens the window properly, though she can't lean out too far. There's a thing in the way.

It has scales and is making a rumbly noise.

So of course the first thing Flandre does is try to touch it.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Her body radiates a gentle warmth, and the hard scales are rough if rubbed in the wrong direction. There is a weak twitch at the contact, as if shying away from it, and the gutter along the edge of the roof creaks. ]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre chitters, drawing her hand back slightly. What was that noise?


...nah, couldn't be important.

Stretching out both hands this time, her claws scrape against the smooth scales as she traces first one, then its neighbor and so on. Odd. She thought a lizard would be cold, yet this was warm.

Maybe it wasn't a lizard?


...well, best to find out.

The little vampire carefully crawled out of the window to try and find some purchase--oh, was that a mane? Such pretty red! She'll be holding onto that--and starts following the scales.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ There is a low rumble as the unexpected weight settles on the beast's back, but the source is just a long exhale of air. It's... almost like a really BIG yawn. ]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre pauses for a minute, contemplating this new sound--and then giggles.]

Sleepy, sleepy!

[ONWARD.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ That noise ceases, and there is a big messy mane of red in Flandre's path now, with a pair of yellow stick-like horns jutting out from the sides of it. ]

[perfectandelegant]

[One creak on the roof? Sakuya could handle that. But the creaking and the unmistakable sound of the chimney falling? That got her to go outside and see exactly what was going on.

And promptly stamp her foot and start to yell.]

MEILING. Wake up. You cannot treat my roof like it's your personal napping spot.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ --and here she was hoping Sakuya would not have heard that. She has the chimney's top portion in her jaw now, and is desperately trying to put it back into place but... well, it's kind of hard with no hands.

It's sort of hard to tell with her mouth full of tuckpointing, but the dragon gives the maid a sheepish smile. ...oops? ]

[perfectandelegant]

...did I not make myself clear? Get off my roof! Don't make me come up there.

[not_so_great_wall]

Sorry! [ With that, she lifts off and hangs in the air a moment, leaving that broken chimney behind to float down to street level. ]

[perfectandelegant]

[Okay. That's good. One dragon off her roof means her house not collapsing, or at least not immediately.]

We've all been worried since you dropped imouto-sama off and just flew off. What happened?

[not_so_great_wall]

I went back, to look for supplies. [ A pause, looking toward the house. ] There are lots of us.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa wasn't expecting a freaking DRAGON when she flew over to check in with Patchouli. So she's just going to hover in her broom and gawk.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ There should be some kind of speech about TRUE FORM here, but she just opens her maw to yawn and then blinks up at the witch, silently staring. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

There's a dragon on the house. Why is there a dragon on the house?

[not_so_great_wall]

Me? [ Said dragon tilts her head and then looks backward toward its own slender body. The voice is distinctly female, but forming words isn't the easiest so it might be hard to recognize... ]

[ Turning back to the witch, she points a clawed hand vaguely inward. ] Tired.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...

[The dragon talked. It talked to her.]

Yes, you... dragon.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ There's a toothy grin that's meant to be a smile. ] Yep!

[ She bobs her head, indicating Marisa. ] Witch. [ Are they playing a game? Or maybe the blond is confused. ]