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[darkhourdear]

Who: Pharos and open!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: April 26-May 3 (aka the event
Summary: Who wants to play with a bitty dragon? Well, it's a bitty dragon that doesn't understand personal space, so good luck if you don't.
Warnings: None

This was not the first form Pharos had been in. Well, technically, this is the first 'Pharos' there as been, but he has memories of before this body is the point. He was expecting a new form in the future. Just... not this.

Still, it doesn't take him long to get used to it. In fact, this form actually makes for some interesting exploration possibilities. He's spent a lot of time surveying the city from the ground, walking around pretty much everywhere when he's had the chance. But now, he can get an aerial view, once he gets the hang of flying. Or... once he gets the hang of taking off, anyway. Citizens of the city might come across him when he's landed for a break or check out something (possibly landing on people if they're what he finds curious), or in the instance of him simply dropping out of the sky. Flying with actual wings is hard.

Comments

[readytobe]

I'll take "dropping out of the sky" for 500, Alex. The kangaroo that Mewtwo has turned into leaps backwards and shakes his head rapidly, disoriented by the sudden bonk on the head. It's hard enough being trapped in such a strange body without baby dragons hitting you, geez.

He stomps his feet instinctively, feeling frightened.

What...?!

[darkhourdear]

Pharos manages to recover (sort of), flapping his winds enough to get off Mewtwo's head and hover by his face. He seems rather unconcerned with the fact he fell from the sky, eager to talk to... whatever this is. "Hello!"

[readytobe]

Mewtwo stretches his neck to lean away from the little reptile, disconcerted by its casual attitude. Dragons were not strange to him - or, well, dragon-types weren't - but he hadn't been expecting one to show up in Saeng Seong. The fact that being a kangaroo meant that his brain was muddled by animal instincts did not help matters.

What are you doing? You fell out of the sky onto my head. Forgive him if he sounds befuddled, it's not been a great day.

[darkhourdear]

"I'm sorry." He's pretty sure that's the proper response to that. "I wasn't expecting flying to be as tiring as it is. I'm afraid I haven't gotten quite used to keep it up, yet." Pharos looks up at the creature, head tilting to the side curiously. "What are you?"

[readytobe]

Who are you? Mewtwo feels like that's a better question. Kangaroo or not, he's still a bit uncomfortable meeting people face to face. Absentmindedly he scratches an ear with his short forearms, wondering about the world this person(? dragon...thing) has come from.

A kangaroo. It - I - am a marsupial.

[darkhourdear]

"My name is Pharos," the dragon replies, hovering up a little before dropping right back down. Maybe he should just take a break.

"A... marsupial?" He clearly has no idea what that means. Perhaps he should try and read a book about animals or something so he would understand more easily.

[readytobe]

It is a type of mammal. They have pouches... He shakes his head, trying to focus. Giving a biology lesson is not important right now. He hops backwards when Pharos touches the ground, still a bit alarmed.

Are you a human? When you are not flying into people?

[gaggles]

Wings? Yeah, Gordin can second that; considering he's been shoved rather rudely into the body of a...Tiny, green bird, with the urge to ram himself into windows rising...
This wings thing is crock at first. Absolute, utter rubbish. As is the urge to eat insects, but Pharos probably doesn't have to worry about that.

What's worrying this little bundle of feathers at the moment is, of course, the fact that he's just narrowly avoided being crushed by a similarly small black bundle of scales. Although the whole 'near death experience' thing is enough to keep him buzzing about in shock for a few seconds, something eventually clicks in Gordin's head and he dives down after Pharos with a surprisingly deep shout.

"Hey! Hey, are you alright? D'you have a rider?"
...Who knows? There could be tiny little wyvern knights here that he doesn't know about.

[darkhourdear]

Pharos at least doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he hits the grass- it's ok, he's getting back up. But he looks around, spotting the green bird. Is it a talking bird, or someone in a new form like him? Either seem plausible. Though he doesn't know what it's talking about, either.

"What do you mean?" he asks, shifting around a little to look up at the bird and taking a break from flying while he reorients himself. And to make sure his wings don't get tired again.

[gaggles]

Oh good okay, at least there's no damage done. Rather unperturbed by the fact that they're carrying on a conversation, Gordin lands on Pharos' head and fluffs himself up a little. ...Hey, it pays to be confident around dragons.

"Did you come here with a human? ...Or-- Er, I guess you could be like me and you used to be human. It's just that people ride dragons where I came from, so if you have a rider, then they might be someone I know."
When he attempts to laugh, it comes out as a series of weird, rasping chirps. "Um, I know that sounds really strange. I just thought that I should ask; you're the first dragon I've seen here, and I didn't think it was possible that they would be part of the wildlife, y'know?"

Aaaand then, still a little fluffed up, he hops his way rather carefully down the slope that is Pharos' snout so that they can make eye contact; it's only polite, after all. "Either way, I'm glad you're not hurt. ...Or trying to eat me, but that's beside the point."

[darkhourdear]

Pharos tries to look up at the bird on his head, not realizing that that will probably dislodge it and doesn't work anyway. Oh well. "I'm not normally a dragon, no," he replies, though he doesn't say he's human either. Besides, he's far more curious about what this... bird is talking about.

"You have dragons in your world?" he asks- Persona can look like dragons, but very few know about them, "Does everyone know about them? What does being a rider mean? Are you one?"

[gaggles]

And so the little puffball is dislodged, landing with a soft whump on the grass. Figures; that's what he gets for trying to land a free ride. Once he's duly righted, Gordin stretches his wings and mulls over the apparent fact that there's more than one person who's been afflicted with this weird...Animal thing.
And the fact that his hopes are now dashed; no Minerva, no Tiki, no Xane, no more Akaneians. But that's no reason to be impolite to Pharos, right? Riiiight; might as well make friends to make up for the barrage of questions.

"Well if it makes you feel better, I'm not normally a bird! So we're even, haha!" he offers rather lamely, head cocking to the side. "But we do have dragons-- Well, it's a bit more complicated, I guess. We have wyverns, and we have manaketes! Wyverns are like horses, but they're, er. Dragons. That you can ride on, which is my point, though I'm just an archer so I just have to shoot them down. But riding one would be fun...And manaketes are...Hm."

How to put it sensitively? Really, even if he worships Naga as all Alteans do, how do you explain the lore of a race when you've only met three of them? "They're a race of dragons-- I suppose they're smarter than the wyverns, I never thought about the difference so I couldn't really tell you, but they can turn into people and back again! It's really neat, and the manaketes that I've met have all been nice people."

[darkhourdear]

That's all much more complicated than Pharos was expecting, but he keeps up fairly well. Two types of dragon, one that people rode and one that could turn into people. Interesting.

Pharos sits on the ground, curling up a little around himself. Flying is tiring. He'll just rest while they talk. "So you've met people who are dragons and are capable of changing their forms?"

[littlerat]

How did a little bitty feel about an actual group of monsters in the park? One of them even had wings! But wings and a body much, much bigger than Pharos's own.

They were gathered there as they usually were most days, Red wanting everyone to have the time to stretch out from their pokéballs and get some fresh air. Lapras wasin the pond, to the edge and mindful of the other creatures already in there, and Blastoise sitting beside him at the edge. The other winged one, Charizard, had her wings spread out, and Venusaur and Snorlax were both sat near her, Snorlax and Venusaur chattering away. Pikachu was also on Snorlax's head, adding to the conversation.

Red, meanwhile, was getting their food ready fromhis bag, taking out what he'd brogut for them.

[darkhourdear]

Pharos is very curious about this! He manages to land properly by the pond, observing the rest of the creatures for a moment. He'd never seen anything like any of them, not even when he'd been to the zoo. He wondered what they were!

Well, since he's by the pond, he'll walk (a bit awkwardly, since he's not used to it yet) over to Lapras and Blastoise. There's no reason not to try and talk to them, right? "Hello."

[littlerat]

Tiny as he is, they both hear his voice below them, making them look to see who it is -- and well, it must be most smallest dragon they've ever laid eyes upon!

'Hello,' returns Lapras calmly, spoken to Pharos by thought than by mouth. Blastoise's greeting is more chummy as he holds a hand up in greeting. Hey there! Where did you come from, huh?

[darkhourdear]

Pharos peers up at Lapras in particular- Personas talk in that way, but he wasn't used to it from anything else. But Blastoise is talking to him now, so he'll turn his tiny dragon head to address him instead. "I was flying and saw everyone, and I wanted to see what was going on."

[littlerat]

Lapras were in particular beings that could communicate through telepathy, though also voice if they wished. He stays quiet though as Blastoise speaks again, not knowing if perhaps he had caught the young-ling off-guard speaking the way he did.

We're just relaxin'- gonna get ready to eat soon. Wanna join us? I'm sure our guy won't mind your small mouth.

[darkhourdear]

"Would that be alright?" These two seem very nice, and he has no reason to think anyone else would be otherwise, but he's trying to learn some social graces here. (It's an uphill battle, but he is trying.)

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn is unaffected by the event, but he certainly enjoys seeing the strange animals popping up all over the place. Pharos falling out of the sky in front of him surprises him, but the shock gives way to curiosity very quickly.]

Wow! Cool! Are you another pokemon? I've never seen anything like you before!

[darkhourdear]

A Pokémon? [What a strange word.] No, I think I just changed forms somehow. I'm not sure how that happened.

[He's not introducing himself, because he feels like it should be obvious that it's him. Pharos doesn't get that changing forms might through people off a bit.]

[beforetights]

[He nods.]

Okay. Who did you used to be before, then?

[darkhourdear]

Pharos. [Isn't it obvious? no]

[beforetights]

Wow! That's so cool!

[He can't recognize his friend like all while he's like this.]

How does it feel? Can we play together? Can you fly?

[darkhourdear]

It feels strange, but interesting. I guess we can. Sort of.

[just answering your questions in order!]