She coughed awkwardly. "Well, not exactly…." Loch didn't elaborate on that. "Yes, we can lose our memory. Trust me, I speak from experience." The dragon stared at the blue box with unshown amazement. "….Are you an animus or something??" She asked Cordelia, eyes wide.
Cordelia didn't respond at first, but she soon looked up at the turquoise dragon, her face etched with confusion. "What exactly is an animus?" Cordelia asked, as she quickly looked behind her, wondering if anyone else knew that term. By the looks of it, they did not. "Is it…some sort of animal?"
he sighed grumbling, "it's not being rude I'm just asking questions!" he crossed his arms, watching the interaction.
"They're dragons with magic, they can do anything with the price of their soul." She shuttered at the thought, muttering curses about an albatross and a dark-something. "Anyway. You said something about a pinky?" She was very curious to learn at least a little about this giant…thing.
"I see your curiosity," Nightshade told Loch, "if you want, we can get that thing to tell us what it is."
"It's very clearly an object. You can't talk to it." She rolled her eyes, holding off on crudely explaining the difference.
"You can't talk to it," she told Loch mockingly, "I was never told I couldn't." She quite hoped Loch would get the hint she was dropping as she stuck her tongue out.
"Oh, well, I suppose I could be considered an animus of sorts. But we're kind of born with it, and unlike true animus, we don't have to sell our soul or anything like that." Cordelia paused and nodded at Loch. "There was this…stretchy pink fellow who arrived with that big machine. Said she wanted to kill Steven Universe, and well, there was a fight, which resulted in two deaths. Well, I'm not sure if I can call them deaths. Because Pinky, which is the name I gave her, kinda turned to pink smoke when we hit her with her own weapon, and now all that's left is a pink heart-shaped gem. The exact same thing happened to one of our fighters. Pinky hit him with her weapon, he turned to smoke, and all that was left was an orange gem. We're not exactly sure what's inside the machine, but it did make the grass surrounding it die."
"Ugh. My curiosity isn't big enough to deal with you." She huffed at the hybrid, taking off and flying away from the group and into whatever direction she came from.
Nightshade scoffed as Loch flew away. "Guess she couldn't take a hint," she said, "she'll never know now, I guess."
All of a sudden, she came rushing back over! "Uhhhh, scavengers and co, you miiight wanna see this-" She seemed frantic and wide-eyed, a very different expression than her resting bitch face.
Kiri turned to look at her, "What is It this time?"
"Weird pink stuff is flowing into a ravine." She said, clearly walking with a limp. "I put one of my claws in it, and-" She lifted a talon showing that said claw was almost completely gone. "That stuff's more uninhabitable than the sea vents! And it also HURTS. So just thought I'd warn you, that's all."
"We can't let people get hurt by this," she said as she pulled out a rock, "who else wants to see if anyone got hurt?"
"No thanks," Okami said as she revealed that she's been here this entire time, "I'm going to check out the dead rock people."
"I didn't see anyone aside from half a frog." She replied, only glancing at Okami as she spoke. "But we should probably figure out a way to stop it before it snatches anyone else's talons."
Nightshade sighed an audible sigh of relief and tossed Loch the rock she was holding. "I noticed you were limping," she said, "rub the rock I passed you on whatever hurts. It should help."
Steven looked really concerned when the dragon explained the pink stuff. “Oh no…” he muttered as Charlie winced. “That’s got to hurt,” she sighed as she noticed her friend’s expression. “And judging by Steven’s face, it’s bad,” she looked back at the others. Ink nodded. “It has to be. It took her claw!” the skeleton yelled, starting to panic.
"I'm fine. I've been in a war, I'll survive a minor injury." She chuckled, pointing to a large burn scar a few close inches under her wing, looking extremely calm. "And I'm not rubbing a rock into my wound," Loch growled, not looking too happy at that odd suggestion. Seeing Ink in a state of panic, she placed her uninjured talon on his head and said- "Calm down, Squid." She's not good with names, clearly.
(Morning!)
(morning)
"Everyone calm down, " Nightshade said in a clear tone, "no matter what happens, we'll be fine. We've got an animus on our team." She smiled a smile of pride as she spoke the last sentence.
he rolled his eyes yet again, "is there somewhere safer we can talk about this?"
"Now I'm definitely not using that rock, you probably cursed it to make my face melt or something." Loch snarled, her sail raising defensively as she flared her wings. Okay, maybe it's best to keep the giant grizzled war vet dragon not pissed…in like, any way.
he walked over to where loch was, "Calm down, i hardly see a reason for them to do that."
"Why would I curse a rock to melt your face off," Nightshade spoke kinda threateningly to Loch, "when I could just do it myself?"
"Because none of you have the guts to do it yourself. I don't think I've ever heard of any animus dragon who's killed someone with their own two claws and not with magic." She growled back, staring down at Nightshade. "I could easily kill you before your pretty little face even got the chance to make an enchantment." She said in a hushed snarl, taking a step closer and stared down at her.
(rbgrtdhf)
he groaned, before turning into a dragon himself, spots of ginger and blue and pastel colors among his scales and he launched from the ground and got inbewteen them. "stop fighting for gosh sakes!"
(lol)
"Interesting," Nightshade mumbled, "the scavenger can turn into a dragon."