Squiddy_Attack

((I'll be the new cellmate!))

Ink Dyne glowered in her "dorm". She was, again, skipping classes because she didn't care.

Call it what they liked. It was still a jail. A prison. Just another way to take away the freedom of young people.

Sure, she'd skateboarded in construction sites. Sure, she'd stolen three Wonka bars behind the candy shop clerk's back.

That didn't bother her. What DID bother her was that she could no longer use her plant powers, so she didn't have her friend Jaws, a giant sentient Venus Flytrap, as her constant companion. He had returned to the seed she always carried.

Dragonistic's Natural Form

If you want her other forms, just ask.

*grinnination*

((Quick question, just to be absolutely sure: Are we playing out heroes, villains, or both?))

Bwa ha ha ha ha!

Meh.

You know where Dragonistic's picture is.

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OOC: Quick note, Dragonistic. Experiment, Essex, Devious, and the others in that group are currently on a different continent. More specifically in Paragon City. You, Ink, Xey, and Lyden are in the countryside of some country or another near the northern part of the Baltic Sea.

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((Argh, thanks. I had no idea what was going on.))

Dragonistic folded her arms and looked, if a bit disdainfully, on at the strange man babbling to himself.

'Scuse me, but have you seen my future self?


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Ink Dyne looked angrily at Xey.
"Not my fault, she dropped me!"
She pointed up at the sky where Dragonistic would have been, looking on. But she was gone.

Inky muttered curses under her breath. "Okay, she's red, scaly, and y' might see her as either some well-endowed dragon lady or a two-legged dragon with the most unnervin grin y've ever seen.

Voices.


There was somebody else here.
Quietly, Dragonistic landed just within earshot of the two.
Hmm, she said to herself. This looks interesting.

Derek! Stop being cruel to those common of us that have no artistic blood!

I'll try it later, maybe.

Dragonistic ignored Ink Dyne's scream and flew on. She was a spoiled whiner, and they were THROUGH. Besides, she'd seen her save herself before, and she could do it again. Cushion herself with vines or something. Whatever the case, a little fall wasn't going to kill Ink Dyne.

As she flew on, Dragonistic just hoped that another person wouldn't do the job themselves...

Ink Dyne didn't bat an eyelash as the garbage can tipped over with a loud crash.

Out tumbled some old banana peels, a crushed milk carton, some plastic wrap, paper bags...

Ink Dyne got down on her knees and carefully picked her way through the garbage. An empty Doritos bag, a mangled red action figure...There! A box of chicken nuggets!

Quickly, she opened the box. The chicken was in good condition, not even a bite taken out of them. Oh, yes, she would eat tonight.

Ink Dyne got up and turned around to get on her skateboard, but something caught her eye. Leaning down for a closer look, she saw it was the trashed little action figure.

She shrugged and pocketed it. Toys were scarce enough. Maybe this one would be good for something.

Then, Ink Dyne jumped onto her skateboard and pushed off. She rolled over hills of garbage, over piles of dirt, and through holes in crumbling walls.

Finally, she saw a small metal house. Huge black thorns jutted out of its walls, and vines grew up its walls and blocked up the chimney.

Ink Dyne climbed up onto the roof and took out the chicken.
She opened the box and carefully inspected it for dirt.
Perfectly clean. Good.

She felt in her pocket for a stolen fork, then suddenly she remembered the action figure. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it, turning it over in her hands.

Ink Dyne noticed something very familiar about the bright red figure, and the little ridges all along its body that almost made a pattern.

She smirked. Her "contact" in Paragon would be interested in this.

You're welcome! ^^


...And then I realize that I forgot HER eyebrows, too...>.<

Here you go! Sorry, didn't do too well with the hair...

Me not color me art.

*raises the wrench...*

Actually, it's kinda abstract!

Dragonistic hissed.
"Quit squirming!"

"Well, your claws are sharp!"

"Not my fault!"

"Yes it is! Go dull them scratching steel or something!"

"I need them!"

"So?"

"All you think about is yourself!"

"Hey, look! There's somebody down there!"

"Prepare for the ride of your life!"

Suddenly, Dragonistic's talons opened, and Ink Dyne screamed, the wind rushing past her as she fell.


WHUMP!

Ink Dyne found herself on her back. There was somebody under her.

"Rgh, just great," she muttered, climbing off Xey.

*wonders if she should wrenchwhack TA or congratulate him for drawing so well*

I might try it...

Nice! Thanks!

((Most of the caves in Paragon are...Occupied...So the Dragonkin live at their base. Which is fraught with peril, but it's never boring! ))

Ow. What an awful pun. >.<