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[ifightfor]

[HELLO NETWORK. Have a very large pair of BRIGHT RED EYES (with hexagonal pupils) staring right at you curiously. Snuffle. Snuff. The image slowly resolves to a rounded head streaked with circuit patterns everyone who hasn't fallen off might find familiar; a certain Program is now much bigger and a lot scalier

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[hopeless_hacker]

[Tiny Tosh is, for her part, running back through the forest with a canvas satchel full of bits and pieces that her tiny orphan hands have liberated - alright, stolen - from the local market. More generally, she ran away from a wicked stepmother a couple of years ago and isn't all that keen on going back yet. Rinzler is, in her ten-year-old opinion, a much better guardian.

She darts along a narrow rocky outcropping, half-laps the edge of the grotto and then drops down onto the soft grass next to Rinzler.]

I'm home!

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[ifightfor]

[!

Rinzler flops over on his belly at the appearance of his person, looking for all the world like an oversized kitten. He looks at the satchel then back up at her face, then down at the satchel again, tail threshing the grass behind him with excitement.

Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh what did you get???]

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[hopeless_hacker]

[She grins excitedly and upends the bag onto the grass: it's mostly boring people-food, bread and cheese and stuff. There's also a clock - she likes picking apart old devices and trying to invent new stuff, with varying success - and a new tunic that she swiped off someone's washing line. And chocolate omg.]

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[ifightfor]

[OHMYGOSH CHEESE AND CHOCOLATE. If he could ever get his paws on cheese and chocolate in big enough quantities that they'd be more than little tiny bites he'd totally eat until he passed out.

But these are people-sized portions so he just snuffles at them excitedly then OH GOSH TOSH YOU HAVE A TICKY THING IT'S A TICKY THING EEEEE. He wiggles at the sight of the sight of the clock and makes a tiny happy churring noise completely at odds with his size.

He loves ticky things.]

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[no_fastolfe]

[Must. Tag. Derpdragon. <3]

[Rathlina appears, image a bit fisheyed as seen througha seeing-stone, shaking a broom at the dragon]

Stop clogging the aether, you silly animal. Shoo! Shoo!

[It's not as convincing as it might be, because of all the humans and beasts, it's no particular secret that Rathlina loathes the black dragon much less than most.

Also because the broom is waving happily at him. She doesn't really have any of the usual kind lying around.]

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[ifightfor]

[AWWW HI RATHLINA he knows you're totally not serious about that shooing thing because you love him. He gives the hag an enormous dragon smile, waving his tail-fan over his shoulder at her.

Those brooms. Are the best. He loves those brooms.]

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[no_fastolfe]

Bah! Humbug! Don't smile at me, you ridiculous creature.

[The broom would be smiling if it could smile. All the waving. In the background, some of the flower-fiends are waving, too, and the pet rock is sniffing the seeing stone curiously]

Have you shed recently? You know it's the only reason I ever venture into your grotto. Good for spells, dragon scales.

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[ifightfor]

[Flop goes the dragon next to his pool, and he leans in to touch his nose to the water to sniff back at the rock. Snuff! He sees you, rock! And you, flower-friends. HI EVERYONE. (Ripples everywhere.)

The mention of shedding brings his attention back to the present, and he disappears from the image as he goes rooting around nearby. Then promptly returns with a hand-sized black scale (hexagonal, of course) in his mouth to display to her. See? He's been keeping them like she asked!]

SPAMALAMA DING DONG

[ifightfor]

[Roll roll ro--OH HOLY CRACKERS A NEW PERSON.

There's suddenly an empty indentation in the grass between Loki and the dragon as he makes a wing-assisted flip and leap away from his wallow. Down goes his head, the bright markings on his body getting brighter in warning as he lashed his tail behind him.

People usually didn't stop by to pay him compliments! Even if...they were very nice things, compliments. :c what are you even doing here, loki]

SPAM, SON OF SPAM

[ifightfor]

[...what. What are you.

He sits down on his haunches, lips rippling away from his teeth in a snarl.]

THE AMAZING BARGEMATE RESCUE THAT...wasn't.

[feels_no_love]

Mr...Rinzler?

[He stares, trying to calculate how in the HELL he's going to get a beastie like that back to the Barge. OK, granted, Rinzler has never been unable to handle himself, and actually, the dragon looked...rather happy.]

Are you having fun?

Haha oh Drac. <3

[ifightfor]

[WHAT. WHAT. THE POOL SAID HIS PERSON'S NAME FOR HIM.

Did she fall in??? All the frantic snuffling ensues as the dragon ensures that tiny Tosh has not in fact fallen through the picture-pool. Only once he's satisfied she hasn't does he notice Drac.

Blink. Blink. ...Tenative smile? Fun is good! He likes fun. He is certainly having fun, yes.]

[feels_no_love]

[Dracula waves.] I really shouldn't interrupt. Who gets to be a dragon for a while? Can you fly?

[ifightfor]

[Oh CAN he fly. He turns to show off his wings to this charming new person. Look at how big and powerful they are!]

[strangehstorian]

[There's a tiny fairy waving from the other side of the pool.]

Hello!

[ifightfor]

[Fairies! Oh gosh he loves fairies almost as much as magic brooms and ticky things; they are tiny and sparkly. He raises one big paw and mimics the waving gesture.

Hi! Hello! How are you!]