Ten. Dragon vs. Fairies

[wakethedragon]

{Accidental video from his fallen communicator shows Viserys III Targaryen on deck with his broom!sword as he swings at scores of hissing, spitting fairies. He hisses and spits right back at them. He must have yelled about being the dragon one too many times; he is now green and scaly with enormous red eyes. Instead of breathing fire, bubbles come

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[sixthanimorph]

[He's seen some weird stuff since arriving on the Barge... but this is pretty damn weird.]

... Viserys? [He wouldn't recognize him if it wasn't for the hair.] Is that you?

[wakethedragon]

[He continues to swing at the fairies, but he blinks his enormous reptilian eyes when he hears his name.]

Who's there? Show yourself!

[Someone has apparently forgotten about his communicator.]

[sixthanimorph]

It's me, dude. David. I'm not there, I'm right here on your machine.

[He waves his hands in front of the screen emphatically for emphasis.]

[wakethedragon]

[David. He remembers David. He swats at the fairies, swings his broom!sword, and glances over and down at the screen when he sees the motion of waving hands. Oh, yes. The sorcery box. He had forgotten all about the sorcery box. How delightful of the sorcery box to turn on just in time to show the world that these little insects were mocking him.]

I see you now. [Swat, swat, swing, hiss. Bubbles all the while.] These little shits will not leave me be. I told them I'm the dragon, but they don't seem to care. [Bubbles.]

[Spam]

[dont_tell_sansa]

[Welp the second she saw that Arya was on her way because no fucking way that is Viserys, Viserys is not green and scaly okay, what is this nonsense. Except it totally is him and she is pulling out her dagger to join the fray with him.]

What happened to you?

[Spam]

[wakethedragon]

[All the bubbles in the world.]

These fucking insects! [Swing, swing, stomp. Bubbles everywhere.]

[Spam]

[dont_tell_sansa]

You're green! [And she is slashing at the closest ones. WHY ARE THEY PULLING HER HAIR SHE WANTS TO SHAVE IT OFF]

[Spam]

[wakethedragon]

I'm what? [He's wearing gloves, because he thinks the Barge is full of poison and filth and basically he wears gloves to waterdance. So, he has not seen himself in his green, scaly glory. He's only seen the bubbles. He swings at a fairy on top of Cat's head, knocking it away. The triumph is short lived when another fairy flies at his face. He ducks.]

[nofckingbastard]

[ Have a very bewildered face. He didn't know they could do that. ]

The fuck. Need a hand there?

[wakethedragon]

What does it look like? [Cascades of bubbles rise from his mouth. He kicks at a fairy and another one tugs at his boot. He continues to swing his broom, but he's making no headway.]

I need a real weapon, but my fucking jailer is a traitor's get and a bastard!

[strangehstorian]

Oh - oh dear. Chromatic sickness.

[That is... horrifying :C You can hear her hurrying to conjure up some Hourglass Sand to help. It's a little like buzzing static.]

Is someone from the infirmary on their way?

[wakethedragon]

[He growls out a dozen bubbles, which have now become rainbow colored. He stomps on what he hopes are fallen fairies, but they easily fly away from him. Several are now in his hair, well out of reach of his erratically swinging broom!sword.]

Seven hells! I don't need someone from the infirmary, I need a real weapon! I need fire!

[strangehstorian]

You're growing scales, I think it may be necessary.

Killing them will only make it worse, I'm afraid.

[wakethedragon]

How will it make it worse? If they die, maybe the sorcery will stop.

They made me green and scaly.

If only I could breathe fire! I'd show them then! [Growl, bubbles, swing, stomp, flapping of arms.]