RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

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NEW OPEN RP POST

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[ironized]

Gajeel. [ and for dramatic effect, Gajeel tugs his hood off, offering a grin. ] What about you, mustache? You one'a the people I'm supposed to meet?

[cultivations]

The mustache is merely that -- a mustache.

The man to which it is attached, however, is Dorian Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. [ He offers a far less dramatic nod in return. ] Charmed.

[ The mage turns to the guards, both of whom look baffled and concerned. ]

This man is expected by the Inquisitor. I assure you, it would likely be in your best interest to admit him. I would not take his threat to eat your armor idly.

[ironized]

[ The guards exchange a glance, before finally stepping aside. Gajeel brushes past and moves to Dorian, putting a hand on the mage's shoulder. (Yes, there's metal in his arms as well.) ] Since you're bein' the welcome wagon, how about a tour?

[cultivations]

[ Dorian glances at the hand, returning his gaze to the man to which it is attached. His eyebrow arches, as if to say, Really? ]

This being a diplomatic exchange of sorts, Lady Montilyet would be more suited to showing you around the fortress. She has been greatly looking forward to your arrival.

[ No, she hasn't. She had been working herself into a tizzy, what with there being little by way of information regarding customs in Fiore. ]

[ironized]

Do I look like a diplomat to you? I'm here to be muscle.

[cultivations]

Like it or not, you are a representative of your homeland. And more than that, you'll want to speak with Josephine to settle the matter of your wages.

I can at least take you that far, if you'd like.

[ironized]

Wages? Nah. The old man's got a bleeding heart. This one's on the house.

All I really need is a place to sleep and some iron.

[cultivations]

[ SIGHS.

There's no getting rid of this strange bedazzled man, is there. ]

I can show you to the private rooms. As to the iron -- well, I'm not entirely sure how much assistance I can provide on that front.

[ironized]

Eh, I'll figure it out, but I'm gonna need it if you want me to do you any good.

But lead away.

[cultivations]

If it's any consolation, the Inquisitor seems fond of mining the stuff, even when it's of no use to us. "One can never have too much ore," is her motto. Or it would be, if she cared to have one.

[ He says it as he's striding toward the main hall, and along the way, there are more than a few men and women who stop to observe the newcomer -- some more subtle than others. ]

[ironized]

[ Gajeel really doesn't give a shit if people stare at him. He's used to it. ]

Good ta hear. Wouldn't want me goin' hungry, after all.

[ He doesn't know what all Makarov put in his letter about what he can do, but they're bound to find out one way or another. ]

[cultivations]

[ The mage falls quiet at that for a moment, then pauses in his stride long enough so that they walk side by side. ]

That wasn't an exaggeration, then. You-- actually eat metal. Truly.

[ironized]

Sure do. Nothin' like that around here, I'm guessin'?

[cultivations]

Eating metal as easily as one might eat bread? Hardly so. Unless, of course, you'd like to include illusionists in traveling acting troupes, which I doubt you would.

[ironized]

Those guys are fakers anyway. I’m the real deal.

I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]

[cultivations]

[ Dorian, naturally, is goddamned fascinated, while those nearby are horrified. There might even be a few muffled cries of alarm. ]

How does that work, exactly? The tomes I found were quite vague on the topic. Transmutation, clearly, but is it, perhaps, a form of alchemy? An illusion, maybe?

[ironized]

Nah, it's real iron. [ He reaches out and clanks it against the castle wall for emphasis, before his hand changes back ] Dragon Slayer magic can only be taught by a dragon. I ain't surprised it wasn't in your books.

[cultivations]

Well. Most of the dragons I've encountered or heard about grow inexplicably hostile when approached. Perhaps they find the drawn weapons and grimacing faces unpleasant.

[ironized]

[ It’s at that point that Gajeel stops absolutely dead in his tracks. When he speaks, his tone is low, level and cautious. ] When did you encounter a dragon?

[cultivations]

[ Dorian stops as well, turning to face the other man; there's a wariness in his gaze, though his tone doesn't change in the slightest. ]

A month or two ago, perhaps three. There are several wandering around aimlessly in Emprise du Lion, alone. Quite hostile, actually. Rather fond of attacking trade caravans.

Will this be a problem?

[ironized]

What. Every goddamn dragon in Fiore went missing seven years ago and you're tellin' me you got dragons just wandering around?

[cultivations]

[ He shrugs a shoulder delicately. ]

Perhaps your dragons found their way to Thedas after encountering one too many Dragon Slayers in your land. They're not common, exactly, but it's not unheard of to spot one flying overhead.

[ironized]

I don't actually go around killin' dragons. I was raised by one. He taught me my magic, then he just up an' left one day.

[cultivations]

[ He raises an eyebrow, then continues walking. This isn't the type of conversation one should have with curious onlookers marveling at the appearance of the strange man speaking with the suspected blood mage. ]

I wasn't aware dragons were capable of teaching.

[ironized]

[ There's pause before Gajeel stalks off after him ] Why not? Ya ever take the time to talk to one before?