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[ x ] Unhealed wound from Yellow's Mega Volt
[ ] Clothes
[ x ] Cape
[ ] Telepathic ability
[ ] Healing ability
[ ] Dragonite
[ ] Aerodactyl
[ ] Dragonair
[ ] Dragonair
[ ] Gyarados

[Lance is finally on his feet. In a bathrobe, clutching his shoulder and chest, regularly out of breath and requiring constant breaks, but nonetheless he's there ... walking down streets in the direction of his house. Who'd have thought he'd prefer being there over anywhere else? He just hasn't quite taken into account interceptions on the way home ( Read more... )

[Still not happy here. He hasn't been able to access the network and can't see a calender, so he's not aware of the date-switch. All he knows is that all of a sudden, when the drone nurses order him to do this or that, he obeys. And he can't even help it. It's put him in a foul mood, especially since the last nurse told him to 'hush up and take his ( Read more... )

[So Lance has been detained in the hospital for the past several days, a fact that he is not happy about since he woke up and was actually strong enough to stay awake for more than a few minutes. The falsely smiling drones, patronising as they change his bandages. The fact they see him helpless. The fact he can barely move.]

[He didn't mind it so ( Read more... )

[Lance had woken up in Mayfield with his chest aching from breathing in the Westport smog and with some relatively minor burns from escaping the hazmat men. He was still coughing a day later and his voice was raspy, but given the choice between his illness and his loving drone family he'd take the illness. Even Ninetails was droned now.]

[He was out ( Read more... )

[So like everyone else, Lance has gotten a package in the mail. After all the shenanigans he's heard going on, he's resolved not to use whatever it is he receives ... but he reckons without the power of the contents. Because he's gotten his cape back. And he wants to wear it ... so much that for a few glorious moments the knowledge that the action ( Read more... )

[Someone's having a bonfire on his front lawn and is slowly shredding paperwork and feeding the fire. No, he doesn't care what his 'family' or the drones may or may not say. He does have marshmallows, though. No, he is not going to share. Unless he likes you. Good luck with that.]

[Lance is doing his rounds of the town's pets with a cheerful smile and a bounce in his step. He'll be going around to all the houses with pets (including his own) and ... well, checking up on said 'pets', in terms of whatever that might mean and whatever, er, discipline his droned state might feel is necessary toward unruly 'animals'. Feel free to ( Read more... )

[Lance is sitting up on the roof of his house, legs crossed and back ramrod straight, just staring at the rising sun. A closer look would reveal his expression is tight, as if there's something he's struggling to hold in, but for the moment he's still and contemplative.

[It's been two weeks, you see. He's never been separated from his dragons for so ( Read more... )