eversohungry | [Action] Transmission 001

[Sometimes the path of life curves in an interesting way. And sometimes the little bridge you were walking over spontaneously develops a hole, and you have no idea where you've landed because the little bridge that should be over your head is gone.]

[Vastra has felt this feeling before, when she awoke to a world no longer ruled by her kind, but by mankind. It was a dark time in her life, and she reasoned there would be no darker time for her. Of course, she'd reasoned incorrectly.]

[From what she can tell, where she is now isn't England, or any country or planet she'd heard of before. But that isn't the ultimate problem. The problem is that there's snow on the ground, and she's barely dressed. No skirts, no coat, no hat, no cloak, no gloves, no shoes, and she's freezing in her little flimsy dress with strangely short sleeves. A few Cybermen-like figures slog through the snow nearby, though Vastra figured out hours ago that they weren't actual Cybermen. Fortunate, given she has no sword either.]

[As she makes her progress through the trees, Vastra can feel that the climate is getting warmer, but not warm enough to stave off her body's automatic hibernation. She rests herself against a tree briefly, to rest, and tries to stave off the heavy feeling of her body shutting down. If she hibernated now, who knew when she would wake up again?]

((OOC: Vastra's arrived! And she's somewhere between Ice Age and Space Opera! Where her journal is though, is a good question.....))

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[Vastra sees the shadow pass over the snow, and looks up to see what's cast it. Something that she hasn't seen in years... a pterodactyl-type creature. Not quite the same of course, but it does raise more questions as to where she is, when, and why.]

[When it banks around, Vastra stops walking and watches it. That... doesn't look promising. In fact it looks a lot like a hawk that's spotted a nice fat mouse.]

[Well, scaly mouse. Vastra looks quickly to her left and bolts for a tree to crouch behind, because clearly she's unarmed and has no idea what this even is. When she knows something, maybe then she can plan something a bit more clever than, 'Quick! Behind that tree!' She braces herself for whatever impact might occur.]

[The worst impact Vastra will field is the minor shake the ground gives when Draco lands in the snow, a fair distance away. He grumbles at the cold sensation under his feet and settles his wings before looking around. Now where did...

Of course. They ran, didn't they?]

Oh come now. [He doesn't exactly have a British accent, but it's still one she might find familiar, if strange coming from a dragon of all things.] I've already eaten today, so you aren't even close to being on the to-eat list, whoever you are.

[...well. She had been expecting the tree in front of her to topple, or at least sway. And she definitely wasn't expecting the creature to speak. But in Vastra's defense, she still has no idea where she is or what's going on. Death by barren, frozen wasteland populated by large, carnivorous, flying predators seemed highly feasible.]

[She pauses at the voice, and realizes with some grim irony that this must be what it felt like when she threatened to eat people. And considering she rarely ate someone, she figures that perhaps she can come out. Cautiously.]

[She straightens up and comes out from behind the tree, still keeping her distance.] Vastra, I am Silurian. [She calls back over the frigid wind.] Who are you and where am I?

[Draco gives her a curious look, then nods. He has no idea what a Silurian is, but as if he could dispute it!]

I go by Draco. [Not his real name, but that's not important.] Where you are is the village of Luceti, though you will not see it as it should be for a few more days now. We are on a world that is not your own, as shocking as that may be to know.

[He cants his head to one side before offering up a question of his own.]

I imagine you're cold out here... You aren't afraid of fire, are you?

[Truth be told, Vastra isn't terribly shocked. But she isn't pleased either. 'A world that is not your own' could be anywhere in time and space, and Vastra didn't like not knowing where she was. Or when she was. Clearly in a place with... talking-flying-dinosaurs.]

What? [Vastra blinks out of the thoughts flying at her in rapid succession.] Afraid of fire? No, not at all. [She happened to like fire.]

[He certainly was when told. Different worlds are a new thing to him. Or were, since the idea has settled after all these months.]

Ah, good!

[Without further ado, Draco turns and reaches out to pull down part of one of the smaller nearby trees. Something less piney and more dead for the winter, mind. There's a series of loud crack as branches give and he deposits the handful of wood in a heap on the snow.

That's immediately followed by him thumbing shut one nostril and aiming a short burst of flame from the other at it.

Bam.

Instant bonfire.]

[If anything, Vastra is unnerved by the sheer size of the operation. She can't, for example, break down a rather large tree branch and torch it so thoroughly in one blast. When the branch is lit, she only starts backwards because, well, lots of fire very suddenly.]

[Once it's going, though, she eyes the dragon-like creature and hurries over to the fire to warm herself. It puts new life in her limbs, though Vastra wishes it were a fire in a fireplace next to a cozy armchair. Not a burning tree in the middle of icy nowhere.]

Thank you, ah, Mr. Draco. I apologize for my behavior earlier, I'm confused and freezing. My name is Vastra.

[Draco gives his head a small shake.]

No need. I understand. It is a reaction I am very used to. [It's... well, it's a common issue for a dragon.] The situation certainly does not help it any. I have to say this is one of the more rude drop offs I've seen the Malnosso pull, leaving you out here like this.

[She manages an amused smile--yes it's a reaction she grew accustomed to as well. Though perhaps on a smaller, more restrained scale whilst in good company.]

'The Malnosso'? [Vastra frowned, turning the backs of her hands to the fire to warm that side as well. Every joint in her hands was killing her.] I imagined someone or something was behind my sudden appearance here. Who and what are they?

It would seem the world itself is at fault for pulling all of us here, but it is the Malnosso who put us in places like Luceti. They are a rather disorganized bunch of humans, from what I've seen so far, and yet they manage to hang on to the power here.

[He stops, head tilted to one side for a second as he rethought his last few words.]

Well, most of it, but that's a whole different story.

[He'd rather go over the basics before mentioning things like 'that one army who wants to kill us all' and the such.]

...comforting. [Vastra raises an eyebrow and turns her shoulder to the fire next.] It's always thrilling to hear that things aren't entirely under control in a strange new place.

I assume they have something to do with these as well. [She points awkwardly at the strangely out of place and feathered wings on her back.]

That's a very strange idea of 'thrilling' you have there.

[But he's sure she's being sarcastic.

Now that the fire is settled into a bonfire, though, he'll make himself comfortable on the other side of it from Vastra, snow and ice crunching under his weight as he settles.]

The wings? Yes, they did. Apparently they are something everyone needs to even survive on this world and so the Malnosso feel free to slap them on just anyone who happens to come by here.

[Vastra looks a little wary, wondering if this dragon had a sense of sarcasm (some cultures didn't, to be fair), but smiles when he doesn't look blank or confused.] Yes, well. I have many friends who share the same strange senses of what's exciting.

[She looks back at one of her wings, moving it slightly and finding that she actually could move them.] And I assume that if these are necessary to survival, any attempts to remove them would be met with very dire consequences.

[Draco gives an amused sounding little snort, right alongside a smirk. Oh, he knows those types all too well.]

No doubt they'd find this place endlessly amusing, then. [As to the wings, that gets an affirmative nod.] Best not to bother them. Removing them will outright kill you.

[He turns his head around to look at his own second set of wings.]

They're a real pain to keep out of the way while flying with real wings, too. I bet the Malnosso never thought of that!

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