[ They've made it out. Abel and Himeka are safe, but the cost was high... Han Sooyoung's shard sits heavy in his pocket and now that they're back, his first thought is to see to her revival. His steps are hurried as he makes his way past the other Pleroma still working to get their bearings, but he stops short at what he sees directly in front of him.
A dragon. Not like the ones that had come to their aid, but one of the newcomers from the last time the shrines had been active if he remembers correctly. But it's not her peculiar appearance that stops him in his tracks. It's the gun in her mouth. ]
You...
[ He staggers forward, eyes wide before they narrow in suspicion. He knows the owner of that gun and to see it here... Dokja's breath catches in his throat. It can't be...? ]
[ Tsunami tilts her head, unable to verbally respond right now due to her mouthful of gun. She makes a frustrated noise, too shaken up to really appreciate the comedy of the situation, and lowers her head to dislodge it from her teeth onto the ground. ]
I'm carrying it for Syrlya. Do you know what it is?
[ There's some relief at hearing that she did not murder Eustace and take his gun. But it's brief before the concern sets back in. First of all, he'd never expected to see a dragon with a gun?? Second, why the hell is it here and not in Eustace's possession? That guy doesn't seem like the type to just lose his things. ]
It's... it's a gun. A rifle.
[ Makes sense that a dragon doesn't know what it is. Dokja limps forward until he's close, expression dark as he crouches down to drag the weapon toward him. ]
I... don't know. I thought it was his, he had it when he... died.
[ She finishes quietly, looking down at the gun with her ears folded back. From everything she's heard, he ought to come back, and she's clinging onto that as hard as she can, but watching it happen was still... ]
[ Ah. This is becoming even more complicated, and Dokja's brows knit together as confusion overtakes the rest of his emotions. That means that he won't be able to ask Syrlya what had happened...
And the knowledge that there had been another death further troubles him.
When Dokja looks back up, rifle now in hand, he sees the way she looks and he finds that he... has to say something. And as he straightens back up, swaying a bit as he does, he tries to appear reassuring. ]
[ The raid has left all of them shaken and Dokja feels his own energy levels sinking to a low he didn't think possible. As much as he'd love to pass out for days, there's still so much left to do.
He's quiet as he nods, gaze trained on the pouch before he shifts his eyes to the side. ]
He'll be okay, then. Get him to a shrine and you'll see him again after a few days.
[ Maybe more. And maybe he's also saying this to comfort himself to help with his own loss. ]
[ Actually, that makes a lot of sense and Dokja feels kind of stupid for not thinking about it sooner. Dragons don't have a need for clothes, do they? ]
Ah, sure.
[ Why is he patting his pockets like he's suddenly going to pull out an entire wardrobe from them. ]
[ It feels... kind of comforting to talk about the dead like they're just away for a holiday. ]
I'll be right back.
[ Good thing he'd just moved to Greentruth a few days ago... Dokja heads off to where he'd left his things, then comes back a handful of minutes later with clothes! It's just a shirt and pants... He has no idea what shoe size Syrlya is. ]
Here. [ Holds them out for her to take. ] By the way, I don't think I caught your name.
[ Borrowing clothes for him is really reassuring. Tsunami is already feeling a lot less shaken up. She sits back on her haunches while she waits for Dokja to come back, her broad tail curling from side to side behind her. She's still anxious, but... Syrlya will get this stuff when he. Wakes up? "Wakes up" is a good way to think of it, she decides.
She perks up as Dokja returns, and takes the shirt and pants gratefully. Wow, they fold up so small... She tucks them into her pouch with the other stuff. The pants come a little bit unfolded in the process, and she ends up with a trouser leg sort of trailing out of the pouch that she has to scrunch back in awkwardly. It's fine! ]
[ Honestly, this is probably the best interaction he's ever had with a dragon? The ones from back home had always been so eager to kill him or destroy the world so this is an upgrade for sure.
Satisfied that she's all set, he takes a step back. ]
I'm Kim Dokja. Just Dokja is fine. [ Now that he's stashed the gun away back at his place, it's not as weird seeing Tsunami in all her gun-less glory. ] If you ever need anything or even have questions, feel free to ask me, alright?
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A dragon. Not like the ones that had come to their aid, but one of the newcomers from the last time the shrines had been active if he remembers correctly. But it's not her peculiar appearance that stops him in his tracks. It's the gun in her mouth. ]
You...
[ He staggers forward, eyes wide before they narrow in suspicion. He knows the owner of that gun and to see it here... Dokja's breath catches in his throat. It can't be...? ]
Where did you get that?
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[ Tsunami tilts her head, unable to verbally respond right now due to her mouthful of gun. She makes a frustrated noise, too shaken up to really appreciate the comedy of the situation, and lowers her head to dislodge it from her teeth onto the ground. ]
I'm carrying it for Syrlya. Do you know what it is?
[ She sure as hell doesn't. ]
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It's... it's a gun. A rifle.
[ Makes sense that a dragon doesn't know what it is. Dokja limps forward until he's close, expression dark as he crouches down to drag the weapon toward him. ]
Why did Syrlya have this?
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I... don't know. I thought it was his, he had it when he... died.
[ She finishes quietly, looking down at the gun with her ears folded back. From everything she's heard, he ought to come back, and she's clinging onto that as hard as she can, but watching it happen was still... ]
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And the knowledge that there had been another death further troubles him.
When Dokja looks back up, rifle now in hand, he sees the way she looks and he finds that he... has to say something. And as he straightens back up, swaying a bit as he does, he tries to appear reassuring. ]
Do you have his shard?
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[ Her claws go to the pouch around her neck. It contains some of Syrlya's other possessions, too, but the gun wouldn't fit in there.
She opens her mouth like she's going to say something else, but seems to decide against it. ]
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He's quiet as he nods, gaze trained on the pouch before he shifts his eyes to the side. ]
He'll be okay, then. Get him to a shrine and you'll see him again after a few days.
[ Maybe more. And maybe he's also saying this to comfort himself to help with his own loss. ]
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[ Her claws twitch, like she's going to hold onto the pouch, but she seems to think better of it, and lowers her talons to the ground. ]
Is it... does it really work like that? He'll really just come back?
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As long as you keep his shard safe, he'll be fine.
[ And then he tries to offer a smile. It's strained, not at all convincing, but it's what he can manage at the moment. ]
It'll be like when you woke up from the chrysalis, so... try to bring a change of clothes for him with you. Something to dry him off with, too.
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Right. Right...
[ She looks down at the pouch again, her scaly brow creasing in concern. ]
I... guess I'll have to ask one of you guys about clothes. I don't really know how those work.
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Ah, sure.
[ Why is he patting his pockets like he's suddenly going to pull out an entire wardrobe from them. ]
I can get you some of my things if you wait here?
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[ She tilts her head like she seriously is expecting him to pull it out of his pockets for a moment there. How would she know! ]
Thank you! I'll... when he comes back. I'll let him know, so he can give them back?
[ If... he'd want them back? She's not sure what the deal is with that. ]
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[ It feels... kind of comforting to talk about the dead like they're just away for a holiday. ]
I'll be right back.
[ Good thing he'd just moved to Greentruth a few days ago... Dokja heads off to where he'd left his things, then comes back a handful of minutes later with clothes! It's just a shirt and pants... He has no idea what shoe size Syrlya is. ]
Here. [ Holds them out for her to take. ] By the way, I don't think I caught your name.
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She perks up as Dokja returns, and takes the shirt and pants gratefully. Wow, they fold up so small... She tucks them into her pouch with the other stuff. The pants come a little bit unfolded in the process, and she ends up with a trouser leg sort of trailing out of the pouch that she has to scrunch back in awkwardly. It's fine! ]
Oh, right. I'm Tsunami. What about you?
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Satisfied that she's all set, he takes a step back. ]
I'm Kim Dokja. Just Dokja is fine. [ Now that he's stashed the gun away back at his place, it's not as weird seeing Tsunami in all her gun-less glory. ] If you ever need anything or even have questions, feel free to ask me, alright?