[Location: Adventure Zone] [open to any!]

[imperial_long]

Good afternoon, Taxon: there is an enormous black dragon flying in lazy circles above the city.

Specifically, above the Northern District, that nebulous area currently masquerading as Fantasyland. After all, what's a good castle adventure without a dragon? Even if the dragon is distinctly Eastern in flavor rather than Western.

On the map, the dragon displays as Oolong. In the air, Oolong loops like a black ribbon, drifting down from the sky in long, rippling undulations as he scans the woods below for interesting things.

'Interesting things' qualify as sheep. Or deer. Or, perhaps, even a goblin here or there.

Either way, he's visible from anywhere in Adventure Zone... and for that matter, probably visible from parts of the regular city too.



[OOC: Oolong in da house! Long is currently a 90-foot-long Chinese imperial dragon. He still has his tablet on him. Feel free to approach him in any way from terror to glee.]

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[aintnoconvict]

The last time Glitch had properly seen Oolong had been two annuals ago when he'd been properly half-brained and full of righteous indignation at the perceived capture of child-sized DG. No time to connect, or even appreciate, the spectacle he had been witnessing.

Now, though, now he can observe, doe eyes wide with wonder, jaw slightly open as he takes it all in. Dragons themselves are not especially part of Ozian fauna but their form is a familiar one, adopted by slippers of generations past.

"It is, yes," he says with an eager nod. "You're really beautiful, has anyone mentioned that?"

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[imperial_long]

Oolong's ego certainly agrees with this statement. The tip of his tail (ninety feet away) gives a pleased twitch.

"Not recently," saith the Oolong, ever modest. He examines his claws as a woman examines her fingernails, still smiling his vast and toothy smile. And twisting a little in the sun to best show off his brilliant gleaming scales. "Thank you."

And because Glitch-- Ambrose-- Glitch of all people-- understands more than most of what it is to be properly yourself again, in a sense... Oolong does permit himself a tiny sigh.

"It won't last, of course," he says, the smile fading. "But there is no point in not enjoying it while it is here."

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[aintnoconvict]

Oooh, lovely gleaming scales, Glitch could watch the play of light for hours...but that'd be creepy, so he grins and gives the dragon something of a quarter bow.

The smile turns bittersweet since no, it won't last. Nothing here does, except for his misbegotten faux-brain. Perhaps-- no, even thinking of confessing the aliens' intervention causes his mind to fog a little, closes his throat. Maybe one day they'll offer Mayland a similar deal, or maybe they already had, or...oh, he'll never understand their machinations.

"That's exactly true," he replies with a nod. "Do you have any other plans beyond sunning and flying? Not that you need more than that, I suppose."

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[imperial_long]

Oolong flips about until his head is upside down, which doesn't seem to disconcert him, and gives Glitch a toothy, pleased, inverted grin.

"Eating," he says, completing this glorious trifecta of activities-to-do-while-dragoned. "I have already seen some deer in the woods. They look delightfully fat.

"But I do believe I have also said words regarding potential rides...."