middaeg | [OPEN] march log

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
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[ 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. ]

[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?

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.

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

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

[That makes a lot of sense actually.]

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

[Brilliant deduction.]

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.

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.

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]

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

Got it.

[ 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. ]

[Soren isn't going to bat an eye at Viren looking that way, he's used to it. Even if he's more displeased by it than ever before. The bickering tone quickly turns on his dad, when he's emerged. And is swiftly acting like he wasn't interested in doing the exact thing he'd been doing when Soren caught him in a sack]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you were literally jsut sneaking around! You left a wet trail through the hall to prove it. [CALLING YOU OUT, FATHER... That is snooping, yep, definitely, he told you to stay put in the kitchen sink. Yet, here they all are.]

[Juza, on the other hand was expecting Viren's appearance 0 percent. He's not proud to say he flinches upon seeing him. It is incredibly alarming to see somebody who's practically purple, and he looks between Soren and Viren like he's looking for some kind of explanation that's not coming.

As it stands, he doesn't say a word.]

I was looking for the bathroom. [.. it's sort of embarrassing to say that this much. ] I'm not repeating myself again.

[ uh huh. ]

[ but he sighs. he's accustomed to other flinching at his appearance, so juza's reaction earns no surprise from viren. nor offense, even. but he doesn't explain his appearance without prompting, instead looking off to the side. ]

I will leave you two, then — I will return your clothes to you another time, Soren.

Gotcha. Bring 'em to your teashop. I'll stop by, sometime. [grumble, but not exactly going to further an argument in front of Juza.

Not that their bond doesn't give away the thrum of dread and confused feelings towards his father. Soren's not exactly great at hiding that, beneath or even that far above the surface. They'll have a chat about that another time.

He's showing his father out, now!]

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