He jumps and catches it in his mouth.
He works it around a bit and holds it in the front of his teeth, showing it to Marco. The coin is bent and has teeth marks.
"Shee?"
Hard to make the S sound with your teeth propped open.
"Doesn't seem a very efficient use for coin."
"I get big faster when I eat coins and magic and other expensive stuff. At least that's what Cosmo told me. It hasn't done much yet."
He sounds somewhat dissapointed.
"But they taste good too. The copper ones taste like bread, the silver ones taste like fruit, the gold ones taste like chicken and the platinum ones taste like cake."
He smiles again.
The mer looks rather dumbfounded, the only thing he can think to say is "uh, are you sure this "Cosmo" isn't playing a joke on you?"
Eagun chimes in.
"Dragons are known to horde valuable things, mostly metals. Considering he can eat his wat through a pile of coins with no issues, I don't think it's much of a stretch to say that would be the case. I'm not the most up to date on dragon leer, but I do think that Cosmo was probably right."
"Sometimes I perform in the city and then I eat the coins they put in my hat and they think that's part of the show, so they give me more."
He says, quite happily.
-_- "well that's interesting"
"If you can eat metal so easily, could you chew your way out of a jail cell?"
"Iron is nasty, but I guess maybe. It'd be easy to just melt it."
He looks around in his bag, like a back pack, but front ways, and pulls out what used to be a wand.
He shows it to you, then licks it with his neon green tongue.
It starts to fizzle and steam.
"Like that."
He says, with some of his tongue still out, as if he hasn't bothered to put it back in yet. All of his mouth is radiation-green.
You may have noticed that all of his plates are glass as opposed to wood or baked clay.
"If you have any if these you're done with, I like them. They still kinda taste like magic. Magic stuff tastes like candy except better."
He gnaws on the end of it like a giant tooth pick.
"Seems like an odd question to ask" he says turning to the élan.
He shrugs
"Never hurts to learn what your comrades are capable of."
"Well I break out of jails with my spit. What do you guys do?"
He looks around, gently tapping the drum in a quiet 1234-12-1234-12.
"I am very strong, and quite fast, and I have armor I can produce with my mind," he pauses "oh, and like any member of my race, I can breath underwater" he says, having not thought of that as a skill considering how much a part of him it was and thus almost forgot to mention it.
He looks expectantly at Zhadron.
"I have talents that lend to hunting things down, and killing them." he says matter of fact.
"Can you be more specific? That could describe anyone that knows that one footprint leads to another and how to hold a sword right."
He continues to gnaw at the wand like a dog bone.
He blinks.
"Sometimes the truth is that simple."
The Merfolk mutters "Whell aren't you Mr. Loquacious," he clears his throat then continues at a normal speaking tone "there anything else we should know about you, considering we'll be working together for the foreseeable future?"
He sighs
"I see. If we need to track someone down, or to investigate an area, I have talents. While fighting, I will maneuver to get the best exposure to an enemy's weakness, and exploit them. I have powers of the mind, like my blades I can conjur, and I can use those powers to strengthen my self if necessary. I can also go extended periods without food or water, or instantly heal otherwise fatal wounds as they happen. My powers, skills and training all lend to killing foes."
"Thank you for the more apt description. You may want to learn to elaborate more. It may help your cooperation skills."
the mer says, still not looking up from his... Well, what was his plate. He replaced it with a notepad he's writing on.
"When do we get uniforms, Mr.Eagun?"
A.D.D.ragon excitedly looks back at him.
"Thank you for the more apt description. You may want to learn to elaborate more. It may help your cooperation skills."
the mer says, still not looking up from his... Well, what was his plate. He replaced it with a notepad he's writing on.
He nods
"Interaction is something I need to improve."
"When do we get uniforms, Mr.Eagun?"
A.D.D.ragon excitedly looks back at him.
"You can go get measured today, and the uniforms should be ready by the end of the week."
The naga-like merman is hardly through with the sentence before the dragon is rushing off to get his uniform fitted.
"OhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboy."
"Well. He's happy to finally get the chance to work here."
"I must say the display is amusing, in any case might we then consider the meal concluded?"
"Indeed. I will follow the dragon and get fitted as well."
He places his silverware and napkin down unceremoniously, and leaves the table.
Marco nods to his comrad, gives a small bow to the other mer and then slithers after his comrads.
the fitter carefully measures all of you, asking whether you want robes or clothes, or a tinted suit of show armor, any two of the three. You can, of course, pick e same outfit twice.
"Robes and clothes please."
"Gray or orange. Gray is for infiltrators, so it's easier for them to be on-call even while in uniform."
"Both in grey then."
"Alright, I'll get on that. Next."
"Would I be able to.purchase one to grant myself a third outfit? If so I'd like orange show armor and robes, with grey clothig"
"Yes. Two are free, if you pay for the marital, I'll make more. Though, for you, clothes and robes are the same thing, I thought. And remember, these are mostly for show.when your not doing something important or public, don't feel the need to use them."
Growly carries a mythril chain shirt in with his teeth, dragging the ground. He let's it go and it slinks into a pile.
"Can you tint this, and then I also want a regular uniform, please."
He smiles to the outfitter.
The armor is taken into a back room and he is taken onto the circular rise surrounded by three mirrors.
He is measured and some test uniforms are brought out to try for size. No matter how they try it, it either restricts his wings or his arms.
The outfitter tells him to hold on for a moment as he goes to the back.
He comes back out with something behind his back.
"Close your eyes."
The dragon does so and he pulls out a bandana of the flame pattern the uniforms are done in with Growly's badge on it.
He ties it on. "OK. Now you can look."
Growly opens his eyes and looks in the mirror.
He's silent for a moment, staring at his reflection.
"I love it..." he says quietly.
"Oh my gosh I love it!"
He jumps up and puts his front paws against the mirror, looking closer at it.
"Look! It's real and it's mine!"
He turns around and jumps into the outfitters arms, trying to hug him, but he only gets so far with his tiny arms.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"Alright, I'll get on that. Next."
He turns to leave, then stops.
"Thank you."
"Well then one show armor, and one robe of each type then, I shall cover the difference" he says nodding.
"Alright, I'll get on that. Next."He turns to leave, then stops.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. Good to have a new recruit."
"Well then one show armor, and one robe of each type then, I shall cover the difference" he says nodding.
"Aright then, I've got it."
Growly carries a mythril chain shirt in with his teeth, dragging the ground. He let's it go and it slinks into a pile.
"Can you tint this, and then I also want a regular uniform, please."
He smiles to the outfitter.
The armor is taken into a back room and he is taken onto the circular rise surrounded by three mirrors.
He is measured and some test uniforms are brought out to try for size. No matter how they try it, it either restricts his wings or his arms.
The outfitter tells him to hold on for a moment as he goes to the back.
He comes back out with something behind his back.
"Close your eyes."
The dragon does so and he pulls out a bandana of the flame pattern the uniforms are done in with Growly's badge on it.
He ties it on. "OK. Now you can look."
Growly opens his eyes and looks in the mirror.
He's silent for a moment, staring at his reflection.
"I love it..." he says quietly.
"Oh my gosh I love it!"
He jumps up and puts his front paws against the mirror, looking closer at it.
"Look! It's real and it's mine!"
He turns around and jumps into the outfitters arms, trying to hug him, but he only gets so far with his tiny arms.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"H-hay! It's not that big of a deal. You've been waiting for this for a while. The least I can do is come up with something for you."
he says, not really fighting him off either, though.
"It's just so cool!"
He lets go of the outfitter and turns to the mirror, striking some poses and looking at himself.
"I have to go show people!"
He barrels out of the room and stops anyone he sees in the hallways, excitedly showing them his new bandana.
it isn't long until people are assigned to various smaller groups to watch how things are done- each one of you regularly goes out and works with someone Sinior to you. Growly winds up working with an aloof, suprizingly quiet bard, doing mostly missions around the town. Marko winds up working with a rather brilliant swordsman, and learns quite a bit about his blades. Zahadron wound up working with one of the few not-quite-members, a trained assassin. He dealt with tougher foes then normal, and usually did so alone. He didn't pretend to like having someone following him, but didn't really disagree with the eagun's choice, as zahadron picked up tricks really quick.
Eagun has sent out a few people, calling you to the dining hall early, likely to talk to you.
Reports as ordered.
Marco slithers in the room shortly after the élan his chest held high, "you called for us sir?"
Growls lands heavily from somewhere in the rafters, his bandana tied on and his badge pinned to it, well shined.
"Hiiiiiiiiiii."
Eagun looks over the group.
"Well, looks like everyone's here. I've decided to put you all in a group together. You've all done well in your training, and I think it's about time to send you out for your first job."
Nods his head in agreement.
"Seems a reasonable plan, we've shown we can work together well enough at least once before."