[OPEN] march log

[bloodwit]

Who: viren & you!
When: mid-march, eostre fesival
Where: various places!!
What: dragon viren and obviously being the life of parties
Warnings: none for now!

i

[ there's an undead lizard? a wet, feral cat? blocking the path. taking a closer look at this thing, it's a bit hideous. at least, compared to its fellow dragons. its scales look mottled, patches of dark purples and blacks streaking through its coat, and its tail spiny and serpentine. its wings are equipped with unpleasant hooks, the wings' fingers elongated and sharp, their leather worn with holes. not even its fur manages a consistent lack of color. ]

[ but if familiar with the signs — it almost could look like it's cwyld-infected. it receives anxious glances from passerby, others nimbly giving it a healthy berth. it may be the size of a cat, but it does, apparently, have an innate skill in keeping people out of its path. that, and its lower half remains coated with mud, brought on by an recent heavy rain. ]

[ when the dragon appears to recognize someone, its pitch eyes grow wide. it trots near, leaving muddy tracks in its wake. ]

Excuse me. [ ... ah, it's a deep voice. the dragon sits, its head slightly bowed. if one can read dragonic expressions, it looks -- very reluctantly humbled, even if its tone remains lofty. its claws sink into the ground. ] I need your assistance.

ii.

[ his shifting, and the rains, eventually take their toll on viren; it's a fairly miserable existence he's been made to live this week, forced into a form that, while he's beginning to grow accustomed to it, he might also resent.  ]

[ when the weather's beaming with brightness again, he crawls to a sunny patch of earth. one may spot a small dragon curled up into a tight ball, its snout tucked beneath a paw -- he can be found in some grass of someone's backyard, in gardens, perhaps even snoozing on a secluded bench. ]

iii.

[ viren doesn't think he needs a reprieve (certainly not!) from anything earlier in the month, but the crowds of eostre draw his attention regardless. even if it would typically be something much too noisy for his tastes, dragonic instincts win out, as they're prone to do—

and so he's found himself there some early evening, a cup of that sweet liquor in hand. perhaps consciously compensating for the disarray of the last few weeks, he's dressed neatly, pulling out some of his better clothes for the festivities. unfortunately, even if he isn't the main target (just a target), someone thinks to dump a flower crown atop his head. with the shape of his horns, it's almost like a fun (and very high stakes!) ring toss. a few petals fall to shoulders, some floating onto the surface of his drink. ]

[ with a heavy sigh, aggrieved as he is, viren plucks it from atop his head. he turns to someone near, ]

Would you like this?

[ or else, what with his accompanying gesture, it might get tossed to the bushes. ]

v. wildcard
( hmu w/ whatever — i'm at kirbies if you'd like to plot! )

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[bloodwit]

I can turn back now...

[ he thinks; he's somewhat less self-assured in that statement than his tone says -- but with the sleep and soren's.. zap, that's somewhere to start.

the tail curls around the scrubber's handle, reflexively. ]

But I don't have my clothes.

[proudofme]

What-!? Ew! What... [he just echoes, looking even more distressed. Viren's gotten what he wanted, at least, Soren starts retreating from the kitchen, calling back annoyed]

I'm going to get you some of my clothes. That'll be something.

[bloodwit]

[ has viren been left to his own devices? viren looks back out after soren as he leaves, then he takes a moment to sink into the hot water. it's not terrible (the heat definitely helps), but water is still wet. he paws at the scrubber, loosens some dirt. this takes about forty-five seconds. then he hops out, sopping wet*, and stands on the counter a moment. he's soon to become cold...

it's been about a minute now. viren hops off, landing with a slight slip of a stumble. he's darts off into another room; it's time to explore soren's place, mostly looking for something other than a dirty dishrag to dry himself on. ... or that bathroom. ]

[sneaksweet]

[The door to Juza's room is slightly open. So if he darts off into that one, he's going to find Juza with a small collection of baked goods. Currently he's eating something that is definitely a slice of cake, but he'd attempt to deny it if asked.

Or that's what he was doing before he sees a very familiar sad looking dragon. Even wetter than the last time he saw him.]

Did you get lost?

[It still doesn't occur to him this is Viren. But he definitely doesn't remember this dragon living in his house? So obviously the first thought he's going to have is: a little lost dragon.]

[proudofme]

[Soren rushed off to his room to grab... whatever of his seemed like it would fit his father. They're not wildly different heights or builds, after all. Besides, it's just so Viren has something. When he pops out of his room he notices Juza's door is slightly open.

And there's muddy, little, wet footprints trailing there!

He marches on over! Towel and clothing under his arm]

I doubt it! What are you doing, dad? I told you to wait, sheesh. [yep. Dad. That horrible looking creecher.]

[bloodwit]

[ consuming desserts, he knew it. the answer to juza's question is yes, technically, but: ]

I'm looking for the bathroom.

[ viren's eyes have grown wide glancing from juza— to soren, and having been prepared to take a step back or make a quick exit, reconsiders that as his son hovers in the door. ]

[ except he's marching over, and viren's not nearly skittish enough to dart under juza's bed to hide. woops! he hopes that's a towel that's going to buffet against his fur. he's tensing, preparing to be scooped up again. ]

[sneaksweet]

Viren...?

["Dad"? Dad? That whole time it was Viren?

He picked up Viren like a cat. He didn't know this sad little dragon was Viren the whole time and now he has to process it. At least he won't say anything more out loud, if only because at this point it way too embarrassing to admit he had no idea who the dragon was.]

's a couple doors down from here.

[He looks between Soren and Viren and considers if he wants to get into the middle of all of this.]

[proudofme]

I got 'em. [skittering off might have been wiser for Viren, because Soren is now officially fed up. Somehow, new plan is even less dignified than before.

Viren gets the 'throw them into sacks' treatment! Soren tosses the towel wide over top him and then just SCOOP, lift him into a bundle inside of the towel. Much like he's caught a pest in a bag. He doesn't really consider that Viren can scramble and shred the whole thing apart if he wants, given he isn't too disoriented]

[bloodwit]

[ fwoof. viren is distracted enough by the onslaught of blanket that he, thankfully, misses juza's embarrassing mumble. viren kicks around a bit, manages to get his claws stuck into the towel's fabric, has to yank them out, considers lighting the impromptu sack on fire... ]

[ it's a lot going on here. ]

[ after a bit more twitching, muffled, ]

Hold me properly!

[sneaksweet]

[This is. So much to deal with in so little time and Juza's mouth is working slightly faster than his brain. Small cute animal being picked up poorly-]

Don't pick him up like that.

[proudofme]

[Soren whispers loudly to Juza, as if Viren isn't absolutely still between them and absolutely still able to hear him]

Trust me, this is what he deserves. [STUFFED INTO A SACK... is a light punishment, really. He talks to the bagged dragon directly as he's leaving the room]

I'm taking you to the bathroom, got it? Don't squirm so much.

[bloodwit]

[ this is why he appreciates you, juza. marginally, as viren can appreciate people. ]

[ the pro with being... stuffed into a sack, as that he's indeed able to inadvertently dry himself. this is already more pleasant. cramped, if he had to think on it, but he doesn't dwell on it. ]

Juza.

[ spoken from inside the towel bundle as they leave. so viren for the most seems to -- have stilled? amazing. ]

Please make sure my son doesn't get distracted.

[ he doesn't want any detours!! ]

[sneaksweet]

[Viren did say something about their relationship not being great but...]

Uh... sure.

[Distracted by what, exactly?]

[proudofme]

Whatever! Dad! [distracted psssh wow!


... which way is the nearest bathroom?

Right. It's right. Duh. He goes that way sets the extra clothes down before shaking Viren unceremoniously from the sack, into the empty bathtub.]

Clothes are on the counter. [OUTTA HERE. Soren's closing naked ghost dragon dad in there. Turning to Juza after]

........ sorry about that, that was weird.

[bloodwit]

[ viren's unbundled into the bathtub and, somehow, against the odds, he manages to twist so that he lands on his feet with a scrabbling of claws. sooner than he can process his new surroundings, soren's darting outside to give him some privacy.

he takes a moment to think in the tub, tail twitching. well. it will be a few moments before ghost dragon dad can emerge from the bathroom, anyway; he has to figure out this "willfully resume vaguely human shape" again. ]


[ enjoy the temporary freedom from viren, you two. ]

[sneaksweet]

[Juza takes the moment to look really embarrassed.]

Didn't realize that dragon was your dad. [In his defense, he's heard that voice all of three times by now. It's not enough to link it to Viren just yet.]

This is all... pretty weird. Where'd you find him?

[proudofme]

He was just on the porch! I thought he was a raccoon that died out there!

[GROSS... and also not much better to discover it was actually his dad. Dead thing would be less trouble.]

Felt bad after I knocked him into a bush with a broom.

[sneaksweet]

A... raccoon? Aren't those usually less purple?

[proudofme]

I don't know! Maybe coulda been a magic raccoon! You turn into a whole purple bear!

[sneaksweet]

[That makes a lot of sense actually.]

... Bears aren't supposed to be purple.

[Brilliant deduction.]

[proudofme]

Exactly! But here we are!

[what is this conversation? They're not even bickering, but that just the tone Soren has, irritated by this all. Not that it's Juza's fault in the slightest.]

Whatever, he'll be out of here. Soon. Probably. Don't let him snoop around.

[sneaksweet]

I didn't want to be a purple bear.

[He feels like he should be bickering, but there's also nothing to actually bicker about, which leaves him in an awkward spot.]

Uh... Okay. 's not like we got a lot here.

[proudofme]

He didn't want to be a dead raccoon, I'll tell you that much. [Soren just PUFFS, because, okay, that's pretty funny]

He's not gonna take anything, he's just nosy. And judge-y. And I don't need that. [ur valid, Soren]

[sneaksweet]

Don't think most people are lookin' to be dead raccoons. [Though that is an extremely specific life goal.]

Got it.

[bloodwit]

[ this himbo conversation is a lot to overhear. after much effort, viren's transformed into a human shape once more, dawned his son's borrowed clothing. while it's true they aren't terribly different in sizing, what with his viren's monstrous changes — the chest and shoulders are much too tight in those areas. while he doesn't plan on ripping out of this, he compensates with draping the towel around his shoulders.

and finally, he emerges from the bathroom; his charm's worn off, too, so it's just viren in all of his dark magic drained glory.

with a bit of a light sigh, looking between the two, ]

Please, try not to compliment yourself — I have no interest in finding food wrappers and [ literally: ] dirty laundry.

[ teenage son things, he is sure. ... even if he was curious about the house, shh. ]