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[distant_dragon]

Characters: Drake onyx_drake, Throne child_proteus, and Cancer? catatonicanon
Date/Time: Midnight, Thursday, July 10
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nekkid and SEVERE wtfery
Summary: Drake gets the most ridiculously baffling hatching occurrence of his life.

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[child_proteus]

Okay, yeah, so this was weird. Weird and yet completely familiar. The moment Throne's eyes opened in the syrupy goo, he understood explicitly what was going on.

Alright, he thought, rolling the prospect around in his head, that yes, he was being hatched again. The first time had been a total head trip, the kind of thing that sent a person reeling or worse. This time, however, Throne wasn't freaked out; wasn't scared or frightened or completely confused -- alright, maybe a little confused, but still. He understood by now the mechanics of it all, and had seen it enough times on the job to know the best way to go about these things. He'd worry about the whys later on, once he was hatched and clothed and showered.

Hands outstretched, he pushed at the cocoon walls enveloping him, fingers digging into the rubbery mass until finally: Pop, splash, crash. A gooey mess of a Throne found himself on the floor.

"Ow," he said flatly, spitting out a mouthful of electrolyte goo onto the tiles. Squinting upwards into the harsh white light

[catatonicanon]

Part of her didn't want to open her eyes. Floating about in the liquid, she knew it was useless--she was already awake. No matter how much she willed herself to go back to sleep, to just dissolve into nothingness in the safety of her cocoon... nope, wasn't going to happen. If a chick was too weak to break out of its shell, it would die. If the shell didn't want the chick in it, no mater what, the chick was coming out.

But for now, Canon wasn't in a rush. She could take all the time in the world. Opening her mouth wide, she began gurgling, humming, and singing, seeming not to mind the rush of liquid.

It tasted gross and was thick and syrupy, but at the end of the day, it was breathable. If more faux-embryos knew that all you needed was not to panic, they'd realize they wouldn't drown in these stupid eggs. The old man didn't intend on killing before they even lived--but at that thought, she couldn't help but cackle at the irony

[distant_dragon]

The moment one of the cocoons started to move Drake drifted away from his hiding spot to stand in front of it. He looked sort of ghostly himself, in black from head to toe, dark hair making unnaturally pale skin stand out even more, sword tucked in the back of his belt where it usually was. He folded his arms in front of his chest and watched, and waited, and

[child_proteus]

It had seemed a harmless enough question, Throne thought; Drake did, after all, look a bit worse for wear, though nothing firing across his synapses led him to believe he had anything to do with it. But the expression on Drake's face and his reaction, told him otherwise. Without warning, Throne had the sickening suspicion that perhaps he was wrong with this assumption, and Drake's declaration of "stupid question" merely confirmed this.

He went to open his mouth to say something, when he found himself quickly smothered by towel. "Not stupid. God, just being nice. You should try it sometime, D, it's totally awesome," Throne muttered under his breath, mildly irritated, slightly emboldened by this newfound and fluffy concealment. Besides, he reasoned, he had every right to be grumpy -- he had, after all, just been born. The least Drake could do was be vaguely pleased to see him, rather than playing at being Mr. Disgruntled