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Started November 05, 2018 by @InstaOnly

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My bad shit.)

Heath wrinkled his nose in disappointment. "Aww, it's over already." Quin shook his head and glared at Heath, sighing. "We have got to talk about your homicidal tendencies." Heath playfully hit Quin's shoulder and smiled. "No."

(On to stage 2 or whatever Dragoncita has planned XD)
Aaron let out a small whimper as he recovered from the sudden harsh toss, yet he couldn't say it was the worst he'd felt. He got up, fighting against letting himself buckled as his whine became a low growl, making it clear he still wasn't fully in his right mind as he looked around with thin animalistic pupils. He turned his head until he heard it crack, baring his teeth as the taste and smell of unnatural blood still tainted his senses. His eyes followed the science experiment as he retreated to the building, a rage still burning in him as his thoughts demanded more bloodshed. He wanted to finish what he started.
He went back to his human form, falling to his knees as he failed to balance himself. He was breathing heavy from both anger and his fight. He looked insane with the abnormal blue blood coating his hands and face, his hair tangled and messy while his eyes were wide and wild with rage sparking in them. He was still thinking of the insults the man had as well as the retreat that seemed to provoke him more. He wasn't letting someone get away just because they were a coward, something that was plainly seen as he got back up. Trailing by the path of blue blood to the door, swinging it open harshly before looking back at the others.
"Well?" He snapped, "Let's get Eberaus, but don't stop me from killing that lil' sh-t." His entire display of personality and appearance showed how dangerous he was, driven over the edge until he snapped and became intent on causing harm. He wouldn't be listening to any reasoning, leaving the others to decide if they came as he entered the unfamiliar building and followed the trail of bright blue blood. I'll show what happens when you mess with me.

"I knew it wouldn't work as well but I didn't expect that little of a response." Nysaxiope whispered. She floated over off the edge of the building's roof and let herself fall next to Aaron. "No one's stopping you, but teamwork will make everything work better and faster. So could we all make a plan first?" She asked him. "Also, you two up there! Who are you?" She called at the male and the person next to him, apparently named HeathBar.

Lovino jumped down still looking insane “Thoes two are gods.” He states looking at them and waving.

"I guessed so. Hey, Sparky, is your face okay?" Nysaxiope asked Lovino, adopting a new nickname for him.

"Hi! I'm Heath! You guys are very good fighters!" Heath said, waving. Quin pushed down Heath's hand and began to apologize. "I am so, so sorry! If we didn't stay here, Heath would probably have killed you all and I don't want more peoples deaths to take care of, it's too much paperwork."

Lovino looks at her “what wrong with my face?” He questions not minding the nickname because it’s from Nysaxiope

"There's paperwork you have to do when you kill someone? That's news to me. Also, I thought your name was HeathBar, that's what he called you." Nys said, pointing at the second male, still to be named. She heard a question from Lovino. "Just, just look in a mirror."

Are my eyes read with black swirling in them?” He asks looking at her with his head cocked to the side some hair falling in his face.

Quin blushed bright red and decided to answer her first question. "Yeah… Well, I have to do paperwork. Mostly because of Heath, Heath who drags both him and me into situations like this." He replied, the last part aimed at Heath. Heath went to answer her second question. "No, I'm Heath. Quin just calls be HeathBar!"

Aaron growled as he listened to the conversations happening, their topics unconcerned when they were the ones that dragged him into this. "Shut up." He snapped, trying to stay on the trail they had. He looked over at Nysaxiope, his words harsh. "What's the point of a plan? I work fine and have experience learning how to fight as I go. I don't need you singing in the background!" He didn't need a plan. He refused to listen to any plans. Last time he let others lead him he was shoved to the side, that wasn't happening again. He would do things his own way.
Lifting a hand he attempted to remove some of the blood around his mouth, scoffing in distaste when it merely smeared it. Yet he didn't bat an eye over the fact it was on him in the first place, with how he interacted with others it was common to end up in a fight with someone injured or dead. Which is why a big city would be the last place any enemies he had would look. He strayed from his thoughts as he saw familiar red hair. He was a bit annoyed Nykidia had gone ahead without helping them with the fight, but then again he had told Nysaxiope he didn't need her help. "What are you doing?" He asked her, speeding up a bit so he came to be beside Nykidia and her shadow friend. He hardly paid attention to his appearance knowing he could do nothing about it.

"Fine, fine. Fine!" Nys snapped at him. "You say you don't need me. Fine! Do whatever the hell you want! I'm leaving, don't try to contact me or my restaurant ever again!" She huffed, turning around with a flick of her tail and leaving.

"I'm picking the lock. Give me a- Ha! Got it!" She said as the lock popped off. She grabbed the handle and with a creak the door swung open. "Come on. I heard talking inside. Frick. I hope what ever he drugged Eberaus with wears off soon." She said walking in.

Aaron showed some surprise as he looked back to the siren as she left. It pulled him at least a little back to reality to have someone snap at him like that. He guessed he had gone too far, as he often did, and driven her away. He frowned for a moment before turning back with a small growl. He shouldn't expect anyone to stick around him anyways, his temper was obviously a danger as well as his plans for the future should they ever find out. It won't matter in the end. He thought, trying not to let it bother him. If he let himself be some nice pushover again it'd just be a repeat of letting himself grow bitter until snapped and made a big mistake. That's how Jack ended up six feet under, and the consequences still had him suffering. Aaron snapped out of his trip down memory lane as Nykidia started talking, looking to her as she opened a door. "What would knock a dragon out?" He asked as he followed, not knowing if she would actually have an answer. Though she seemed to know a lot about this kind of stuff.

Now, if having followed the trail of blood, it would indeed lead inside. Though the trail moved to a different area. Upon entering, a massive pool was set right smack in the middle. The trail of blue blood led right into the water. As for the water, it seemed calm and clear. The surface remained undisturbed. Though there was something else there, as if there was something in, around, or perhaps both with that giant pool. The water appeared to be shallow, but oddly clear.
As the few entered the area, torches along the walls suddenly glowed with strange, blue flames. Now, oddly these flames weren't hot, but instead a burning cold. Either way, the blue light they cast was unsettling. As if it was the calm right before a storm.

"I don't know. I've never knocked out a dragon." Nykidia said giving him a look.

Nykidia and Night followed the trail of blood. They looked around blue torch lit room and shivered in unison. "I hate this place." They both said looking at each other and the rest of the group. It brang back bad memories.

Aaron didn't understand why Nykidia give him a look for asking his question. She seemed to know stuff like this and he didn't, he didn't see the harm in asking. Then again he didn't know her, he didn't know anyone, he was amazed he let himself be dragged into this over a small bit of trust. "I think everyone has a place they hate. Actually….. I don't think you'd be very fond of the places I hate either." He remarked. He huffed in annoyance of the cold and stepped back as he trailed the edge of the room, getting too close to one of the torches. He was more reasonable now, but there was still that hint of anger in his eyes as he followed the blood trail to a few feet from the water's edge. "I bet he's in this room. I'm going to do a whole lot worse to him than a broken arm." He growled.

The woman sat at a table, hands placed on her intertwined fingers, deep in thought. The woman's husband sat next to her. "What are you thinking about?" He asked her. "The kids," she replied. "And about which one is going to take my place when I die." This subject didn't worry her husband. He knew even after his wife died, his town would still have a leader. After all, he was going to live years longer than her by many years. "Well, there's only four girls to choose from." he offered. The woman sat up straight at his comment. "Three! We only ever had three girls." She stated. "Wait but what about-" "Only. Three. Of. Them." She glared, daring him to go against her. He did. "You can't pretend she never existed. Just because she's gone out of our lives doesn't mean she's gone." He insisted. "Shut. Up." and a glare was her response.

As if to answer Aaron's question, a sudden splash sounded on the other side of the pool. Though as soon as the splash happened, it went eerily silent again. Ripples was the only thing noticeable, moving across the surface before the water became unnaturally still again.
He was waiting, waiting patiently for one to wander too close to the edge. He was feeling more confident again, having returned to his natural element. However, these were still these intruders that needed to be dealt with. He needed to defend the Lady, she was counting on him. He couldn't let her down, not after everything she had done for him…
The thoughts spurred him forward. One took a step too close to the water, and there was no warning has he lunged out of the once still water. The male's yellow eyes were glowing brightly as powerful. serrated fangs aimed to lock down on the nearest prey, which happened to be Nykidia.
Now he just had to hope that his fangs locked down on either her arm or leg, and drag her back to the depths where he would be in full control.

The female sat silently in the dark room she called her own. Around on the other side, was a pool of water, though a bit smaller than the one further out where her adoptive child resided. She called him her 'child', having found the poor creature battered and bruised. Never having been able to have children of her own, she took him in, calling the boy Ryder. The female had grown extremely fond of him…and if anything were to happen to him…may the gods have mercy on their poor soul to the one who harmed her 'son'.
Either way, word had spread through the darker back sides of the alleys, a visitor from another world had appeared. She was rather curious, but what peaked her curiosity even further was that this newcomer was a dragon. Her mind instantly went to her past, where such beasts made her life miserable, a particular dragon having been a mortal enemy she could call it.
Violet eyes turned towards the door as she heard a knock. That shadowy male of earlier appeared, dropping his cargo on the ground. He seemingly dusted his hands off together, his eyes having gone back to their golden.
"And there you are miss, one dragon as ordered."
The female slowly stood up from her place, walking over. Her gaze looked over the knocked out male who seemed to twitch every now and then. The pupils in her eyes seemed to narrow. Her voice was a soft hiss as she responded.
"…this isn't him…pity…well, I suppose I shall give you your pay then…"
The strange woman tossed the male a small bag. He snatched it out of the air, moving to stuff it in a pocket of his jacket. He gave the woman a bow, swiftly disappearing out the door.
Now, as for Eberaus who was still knocked out, though seemed whatever it was, was very slowly wearing off. His twitching seemed to be a bit more active, body trying to wake up. She simply stared down at the dragon in his human form. She honestly didn't hate all dragons, just one beast in particular. The female sighed softly, turning her gaze towards the door. She knew she had other visitors, but was currently unaware of the fight her 'son' was currently having with the intruders.

The women stood up, aquatic tail barely touching the ground as she floated a few inches off the ground. Her husband, being the same species, did the same.
"Where are you going?" The man asked as the woman started to leave the room.
"I heard that She requested something. I want to see what it was." The woman said, exiting the darkly lit room.
"What do you think it was?" The male asked his wife, trailing behind him.
"We'll find out now." The woman said, pushing the door open to Her room. Inside, She was standing, looking down at an unconscious dragon.

Nykidia saw the splash. Wait. It's all coming back to her. Flyn had to do a deal with her once before. "I should of recognized it before." She mumbled out loud. (I'm going to leave this spot open just in case Aaron wants to get grabbed but if he doesn't Nykidia will.)

Aaron lifted his gaze from the trail into the pool as a splash sounded. He looked to Nykidia as she mumbled something about recognizing the place. To him the room was just…. off. It wasn't normal at least. Without warning the surface of the water broke, sending water splashing onto them as Aaron saw the shark humanoid being the cause of it. He panicked as the man lunged for Nykidia. She had been the most patient with him, and so far he'd only returned it with his usual habits of hurting others and pushing them away. He spoke up, his tone urgent in warning, "Look out!"
Whatever sense of loyalty Aaron still held had pushed him to step in front of the red haired girl. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out as the other's serrated fangs dug into his forearm, which only hurt more as he tried to stay on land. He did his best to take a few last breaths as he realized he was at a disadvantage, he was going to get dragged into the water no matter what he tried.

Now, having the bite-strength of a Great White, the very shark his DNA was melded with, it was indeed quite strong. Though, inheriting those natural instincts, they kicked in fully. The male's eyes flickered having a feral glint as they swiftly closed, protecting his vision from the thrashing body. He seemed to have a new-found strength as the feral ferocity took over his body. The wounds he suffered from earlier seemed to numb, as predatory instincts took control of his senses.
He continued to drag Aaron back down into the water. With a final pull, he and the other disappeared back under the water. Now here he had full advantage, and with the predatory sensors ticking in his mind, anything that had been 'human' was gone, being replaced with a dangerous 'predator', a creature that was built and meant to kill.
The shark-like male swung thrashed his head from side to side, aiming to rend flesh from bone. His serrated fangs acting like saws, raking back and forth.

She had returned to her place behind what appeared to be a desk in the corner. In a delicate hand she held a pen, appearing to be writing several things down. The female allowed her mind to wander back, sifting through different memories. Though her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she heard the door to her dark room suddenly open, one of the visitors appearing there.
The woman slowly stood, her violet eyes glowing slightly. Her pupils were a bit round, showing she was mostly calm. The female's voice was a quiet, even tone, "The least you could've done was knock before entering my room…be glad my son wasn't standing guard."
Her arms moved, crossing in front of her chest. She hadn't moved too far from the desk she had been currently sitting at. The strange woman seemed to pause, her head turning. She had sensed something, but allowed it to be pushed further back. Her form seemed to tense slightly. There was something nagging her, but she couldn't be sure what…
"So what can I do for you? Do make it quick, I'd like to get this dragon back out of my abode before he does wake up…still a bit disappointed he wasn't the one."
She had seemingly muttered the last part of disappointment to herself.

I wanna casually send one of my angry bois in here….//

Nykidia watched as Aaron was dragged down underwater. "F***!" She mumbled. "Night go get him." "Why?" "He jumped in front of me damn it! Isn't that enough for you to trust him again." Night rolled her eyes and dove in after Aaron.