Fantasy Kitari

[Ninja Jane]

Alec glanced at the two pistols in the Elf's hands, more than enough time to analyze them.

"Those are good pistols," Alec said, " however they are ugly blighters and only good for short range. Take a look at this"

Alec pulled out his trusty rhino and fired off a few shots, each shot hitting center mass of the targets. All of the targets hit were well past the range of the glocks.

"Would you like to try it?" he said as he held out the revolver.
" It doesn't hold as many shots as your Glocks do, but if you're good you don't need that many. If I ever do need more shots for longer engagements or more armor--piercing I just use my rail gun." he then unslung his bullpup railgun.

Kilturn graciously accepted the revolver and held up the gun in a safe manner so as to look down the sights, "This is a good weapon. But we elves have a deep love for our Glocks. They are specially and specifically designed to each elf in accordance to their personality and preference. But I see you know your weapons. What brings you all here and can I help? I know the grounds well, my job is to protect the dragons in the field as they lay eggs."

 

[Calibutcher]

Gypsy and Cora​

Baroque glided back to the barracks now that morning had come, Evan astride his dragon looked at the riders and there dragons, many were already involved in talking with members of the hatchery and seemed to be figuring things out on the own pretty well. The only pair he saw not preoccupied were Gypsy and her dragon. "lets go to them." Evan directed Baroque to land close by Cora. Baroque had a moments hesitation not wanting to draw near the other dragon but did as his rider directed. Evan dismounted and walked over to Gypsy. "Good morning, since you seem to be the only one not occupied at the moment mind If I give you a tour. At least one of you should know the general layout of this place. Exits and entrances and the like. Though if you would prefer I could show you where Cora was likely born." Evan knew many of the dragons here and could maybe Evan find a dragon who knew Cora when she was younger.

UnsteadyPenguin

 

[Ninja Jane]

Ina's eyes couldn't get any possibly wider. Of all the luck to meet THE matriarch of the hatchery after taking a walk on a whim. She immediately deeply bowed to the elder in respect and awe. As she came up and opened her mouth, she still couldnt help but choke on her words.
What could she say? What questions should she ask? Should she ask about any suspicions she might have or is that too intrusive? Should she compliment the matriarch on her cleanliness????

Yet before she could go any farther down the rabbit hole, Nilzir whuffed a great stinky puff of air into Ina's face and rumbled a low chuckle at his easily agitated rider. Then faced the matriarch again to say in a deep whisper, "We would greatly appreciate seeing younglings coming into the world for the first time," finishing with a great nod of his head.
If Ina was like any person, you would have witnessed such a glare to be directed toward her dragon. Instead there was only the barest flick of her eyes to Nilzir before looking back to the matriarch and agreeing with him.
"Yes, mistress. We'd love to see them. Will they be moved to a different facility after hatching? I'd imagine spry younglings would be a bit hazardous for still growing eggs."

Ina was interested to know any time that dragon young would be outside locked facilities and if moved, what kind of personnel would be responsible in doing so.

"Also, are dragon younglings particularly vulnerable at certain ages? I'm wondering what criteria is needed for healthy growth of Blue Fire dragons and if it's any similar to acid or other kinds of dragons."

The pessimism in Ina said that we still dont know if the younglings stolen are even alive, but the optimism said that if they were being kept alive, they could match areas of the city to high productions of energy to possible holding places for them.

The mistress smiled and giggled sweetly gazing at her two new young students, "All your question will be answered in time. Come, follow me, I sense there is a batch about to hatch."

You follow the Matriarch to one of the furnaces where there were three eggs that were rattling back and forth violently but remaining in place.

The mistress exclaimed, "Aw yes! Right on time. Look closely and you will see the birth of a Blue Fire dragon."

You look closer and soon, one by one each explode in a burst of blue fire revealing the new hatchling. They were not very big, no larger than your average labrador, but they had light blue scales and big, bright yellow eyes. They had small blunt horns crowning around their face, just starting to grow and their claws were bright white. The dragons all cooed, feeling nice in the warm blue flames. One of them looked at Ina and cocked their head at her. Another jumped up and down seeing Nilzir. The last gazed at Nania. They all looked awfully cute.

Nania spoke teaching, "These hatchlings are very healthy and strong. You can tell by the explosion of the eggs. Healthy blue fire hatchlings will just use their fire breath to burst open their shell where as sick ones would use their claws and head to break out. Isn't nature exciting!! Yes these hatchlings will grow up and be nice and strong."

She then started to answer some of your questions, "Hatchlings are always vulnerable the younger they are except for lava dragons, their obsidian scales protect them from most anything. Acid dragons must be kept in the perfect balance of the swap they live in while young, only when they reach adulthood, they are strong enough to withstand some of the elements that the world offers. With regards to Blue Fire dragons, the first couple of weeks they need the constant warmth of blue fire to stay warm. We only take them out of the furnace to feed them. After these few weeks we have to sedate them to move them to our protective habit where their parents teach them to survive in the wild. We sedate them so that they don't fly off by themselves or potential burn us. Anything else you would like to know? You seem like a smart dragon rider. I would be a rider myself but I have such joy with the hatchery, I could never leave. There are too many dragons that need my help."

 

[AEONmeteorite]

When Verre felt the presence, she shot straight up and looked at Glass who was already peering at the doorway. She followed his eyes until she saw the elf. "Glass," she whispered.

"My name isn't Glass."

"Do I owe her something?" Verre wiggled her finger at the lady. "She seems fancy. I owe a lot of stuff to fancy people." Verre looked backed at the elf and their eyes met. She studied the frame of the elf, her height, skin, hair and her clothes. Her eyes traced the gold strands and then dwelled on her feet which were bare. "Peculiar?" Verre muttered and leaned forward on her bed to get a better look.

Verre's interest began to fade as the elf talked of hatchlings, blessings, ceremonies, healing and this "long life" type of stuff. All of it sounded stuffy. Pretty words that seemed special, but only led to boring situations and that type of stuff agitated her. Verre lifted her hand again, ready to wave the elf away from her room, there was nothing left to gain from her and all she had done was ruin her slumber.

"Colors?" Verre's brow shot up and her hand fell back to her side. "Why would you wait so long to use such an immaculate word?" Verre stood on her bed. With white pillows and blankets surrounding her, she straightened her back, gazed her eyes downward, pulled back her head and rested her hand along her collarbone in a form of elegance and grace. "Good morning Dranela," she casted her hand towards the elf, propped out a single leg and slightly bowed. "I am Glass."

Her dragon shot his head toward her. "Wait, but I am Glass."

Verre kept her position on her bed. The dignified bow was a stark difference compared to the disheveled sheets below her. "I do not know what you are talking about." She rose her head. "I am from the entertainment department, Dranela."

 

[Ninja Jane]

When Verre felt the presence, she shot straight up and looked at Glass who was already peering at the doorway. She followed his eyes until she saw the elf. "Glass," she whispered.

"My name isn't Glass."

"Do I owe her something?" Verre wiggled her finger at the lady. "She seems fancy. I owe a lot of stuff to fancy people." Verre looked backed at the elf and their eyes met. She studied the frame of the elf, her height, skin, hair and her clothes. Her eyes traced the gold strands and then dwelled on her feet which were bare. "Peculiar?" Verre muttered and leaned forward on her bed to get a better look.

Verre's interest began to fade as the elf talked of hatchlings, blessings, ceremonies, healing and this "long life" type of stuff. All of it sounded stuffy. Pretty words that seemed special, but only led to boring situations and that type of stuff agitated her. Verre lifted her hand again, ready to wave the elf away from her room, there was nothing left to gain from her and all she had done was ruin her slumber.

"Colors?" Verre's brow shot up and her hand fell back to her side. "Why would you wait so long to use such an immaculate word?" Verre stood on her bed. With white pillows and blankets surrounding her, she straightened her back, gazed her eyes downward, pulled back her head and rested her hand along her collarbone in a form of elegance and grace. "Good morning Dranela," she casted her hand towards the elf, propped out a single leg and slightly bowed. "I am Glass."

Her dragon shot his head toward her. "Wait, but I am Glass."

Verre kept her position on her bed. The dignified bow was a stark difference compared to the disheveled sheets below her. "I do not know what you are talking about." She rose her head. "I am from the entertainment department, Dranela."

Dranela looked confused. "The entertainment department, well that is strange indeed. I wonder why they sent you on this mission. We hardly need anyone to do parlor tricks, all elves do magic" She waved her hand and pink and silver sparkles arose from her hand, "But the Celestial Order does have first priority on dragon's health so there must be good reason. I do love your outfit though. I might have to incorporate it into my ceremonial garb."

Dranela wandered into the room and with the wave of her hand she sat with legs crossed hovering slightly above the floor, "Have you never met an elf before?" she inquired, "There are many of us and we do many things. Some of us work in hatcheries, others in human hospitals, some in the Celestial Order and some are teachers that teach the healing arts to all humans. Then there are people like me, whose sole mission is preserve our heritage and traditions and pass them down to our young. We are very knowledgeable in all magical arts both light and dark and we worship the Light Dragon Spirit Elvira. But enough about me. What about you? When you are not entertaining others, what do you do in your spare time?"

 

[AEONmeteorite]

Verre watched the elf float off the ground and she hopped from her bed to examine further. Her landing was eerily quiet and her steps were even more so. She walked on the balls of her feet and pushed uncomfortably close to the Dranela as she put her hands on her hips. Their cheeks nearly touched as Verre reviewed the elf's features. Then, she leaned her head and body over to look beneath the floating figure the best she could. "No, I have yet to make contact with any elves. I have observed your kind from afar. I do so much indulge in learning about persons in a clandestinely way. Anything that can strike uneasiness in a being. Entertaining is far more accessible when I exhume the self-conscious in people. Thus, I have spent much occasion on watching when I received the chance. Speaking to those who have connection to magic is a fickle thing for me, but I do find it hilarious."

Verre paused to listen and continued. "That is enough about you," Verre said as a matter of factly then paused, looked up from her strange crouched position and finally backed away from the elf. "You had me eager a moment before and now you've returned to these genteel and musty words. Have you no shame?" Verre gestured to her dragon and stated, "This here is Glass."

"At least, that is what my rider calls me," her dragon said and slumped his head down to the floor. "Do not humor her elf. She is a waste of oxygen." Glass slightly scratched his claw into the floor before tapping it three times. "She will never quite hear you. Verre only listens when it interests her and only entertains when she can make people smile. She is a haywire mess that the Celestial Order somehow found fit to join their division and now she's here. I keep telling you guys that you've made a mistake," he hissed out his last words, but didn't say much else.

"Glass," Verre spun on her toes and clapped her hands together. "You seem glum today, do you wish to smile?"

"I can't smile albino, do not bother."

"Very well." Verre looked behind her and pressed her hand next to her mouth and whispered, "Sometimes he's a bit snobby." She twisted back to the elf and sat on the floor. Every step she made was reminiscent of a dance. Each flowing with grace and carried her self in such a way that it appeared any time she moved was planned and nearly told a story. She pulled her chin near her chest, causing deep shadows to carve beneath her brows and lay along the whites of her eyes. "I only ever entertain my doll. There is no such thing as spare time. What a frivolous question you've got there? Please, send me more naive questions, I'll return with ignorant answers and it'll be hilarious."

Ninja Jane

 

[Kt_Prx]

The mistress smiled and giggled sweetly gazing at her two new young students, "All your question will be answered in time. Come, follow me, I sense there is a batch about to hatch."

You follow the Matriarch to one of the furnaces where there were three eggs that were rattling back and forth violently but remaining in place.

The mistress exclaimed, "Aw yes! Right on time. Look closely and you will see the birth of a Blue Fire dragon."

You look closer and soon, one by one each explode in a burst of blue fire revealing the new hatchling. They were not very big, no larger than your average labrador, but they had light blue scales and big, bright yellow eyes. They had small blunt horns crowning around their face, just starting to grow and their claws were bright white. The dragons all cooed, feeling nice in the warm blue flames. One of them looked at Ina and cocked their head at her. Another jumped up and down seeing Nilzir. The last gazed at Nania. They all looked awfully cute.

Nania spoke teaching, "These hatchlings are very healthy and strong. You can tell by the explosion of the eggs. Healthy blue fire hatchlings will just use their fire breath to burst open their shell where as sick ones would use their claws and head to break out. Isn't nature exciting!! Yes these hatchlings will grow up and be nice and strong."

She then started to answer some of your questions, "Hatchlings are always vulnerable the younger they are except for lava dragons, their obsidian scales protect them from most anything. Acid dragons must be kept in the perfect balance of the swap they live in while young, only when they reach adulthood, they are strong enough to withstand some of the elements that the world offers. With regards to Blue Fire dragons, the first couple of weeks they need the constant warmth of blue fire to stay warm. We only take them out of the furnace to feed them. After these few weeks we have to sedate them to move them to our protective habit where their parents teach them to survive in the wild. We sedate them so that they don't fly off by themselves or potential burn us. Anything else you would like to know? You seem like a smart dragon rider. I would be a rider myself but I have such joy with the hatchery, I could never leave. There are too many dragons that need my help."

The hatchlings were mesmerizing to Ina. So much so that she had to reach a hand to rest on Nilzir's shoulder to keep herself from toppling over from leaning so far toward the new babes. The rider was entranced by every inch of their skin.

Inwardly Ina agreed that if she already wasn't so connected with Nilzir and in the Celestial Order, she would have been very happy in the hatchery world. Already so full of life, seeing these new Blue Fire dragons was just so invigorating for the soul that she felt that much more energized and determined to protect them from any would-be kidnapper.
*Which a member of the Celestial Order would have more flexibility to do*, thought Ina and began to ponder again about the investigation when Nilzir moved from her hand.

Ina watched her beloved green dragon crane his head closer to get a better eye on the new hatchlings, his large snout nearly touching their comparatively tiny noses as they all turned toward the large dragon to inspect him in turn. As they took delicate little sniffs of him, Nilzir responded with a great gust of air making their tiny heads rear back in surprise as their eyes blinked rapidly.
Ina's lips quirked into the tiniest smile thinking they were reacting to his stinky breath, when the hatchlings all shot their snouts forward to inspect every smell on Nilzir's face this time with zero hesitation. Nilzir himself merely hummed a soft thrum of contentment at being accepted so quickly.

With the younglings now preoccupied, Ina finally could tear her gaze away to ask more questions of the matriarch. She straightens her back with her hands professionally held behind her back and speaks gently yet clearly with direction.

"Forgive me if I'm being too forward (as you know I am investigating) but is the recipe for the sedation cocktail well known throughout the facility? I wonder how delicate of a process it is to make and administer it to the young," Ina asks as her hand comes up rub her chin in thought.
She turns to see Nilzir eyeing her from beneath a tiny dragonpile, they were practically sticking their claws in whatever crooks and crannies the acid dragon had on his head, and adds on, "Do you think I could be allowed to be in the know of the next switch in hatchlings to the habitat? I think it would be prudent for a rider to be involved in the transfer."

At here, Ina pauses and turns to look the matriarch in the eye with humility, "With permission from you of course. This is your facility. I'm merely determined to do whatever I can to see your hatchlings stay safe and unharmed." She bows her head in acknowledgment of the mistress's authority as Nilzir extricates from the hold of the young to give a bow himself.

"If you have any concerns yourself that you would like the Celestial Order to look into, I can also personally investigate or bring along the rest of the riders at your discretion," Ina finishes as she straightens with a gesture of hand to the lady.

"And my rider is humbled by your compliment to her intelligence, though she forgets to mention it" Nilzir includes with a side eye to his rider with a shake of his hide and a rattle of his spines from amusement. At the comment, Ina shows only the tiniest bit of color to her cheeks from embarrassment but keeps her head up despite it. The rider was already thinking ahead that despite what information the matriarch could give, a personal chat with Evan or Rydell about trends among hatchling kidnappings would be very beneficial in revealing our villain's next moves. With these thoughts, she fingers behind her back a small ring on her right pinky finger, her chosen comlink.

Once this chat is finished, she would give somebody a call.

 

[FlashLink95]

Kilturn graciously accepted the revolver and held up the gun in a safe manner so as to look down the sights, "This is a good weapon. But we elves have a deep love for our Glocks. They are specially and specifically designed to each elf in accordance to their personality and preference. But I see you know your weapons. What brings you all here and can I help? I know the grounds well, my job is to protect the dragons in the field as they lay eggs."

Alec paused for a moment before responding. He could ask many things, such as which weaponsmith made the glocks for the elves. He certainly didn't. He would never make anything so ugly or short ranged. He then remembered the task that he was given. To protect this hatchery from kidnapping.

"How are the laid eggs transported from the nest to the hatchery?" Alec asked.

"And who is in charge of it? Rila added.

These questions were the only ones that they could think of that were pertinent

Alec and Rila were intrigued by their situation. They wondered if all the other hatcheries were run like this one

 

[Ninja Jane]

Verre watched the elf float off the ground and she hopped from her bed to examine further. Her landing was eerily quiet and her steps were even more so. She walked on the balls of her feet and pushed uncomfortably close to the Dranela as she put her hands on her hips. Their cheeks nearly touched as Verre reviewed the elf's features. Then, she leaned her head and body over to look beneath the floating figure the best she could. "No, I have yet to make contact with any elves. I have observed your kind from afar. I do so much indulge in learning about persons in a clandestinely way. Anything that can strike uneasiness in a being. Entertaining is far more accessible when I exhume the self-conscious in people. Thus, I have spent much occasion on watching when I received the chance. Speaking to those who have connection to magic is a fickle thing for me, but I do find it hilarious."

Verre paused to listen and continued. "That is enough about you," Verre said as a matter of factly then paused, looked up from her strange crouched position and finally backed away from the elf. "You had me eager a moment before and now you've returned to these genteel and musty words. Have you no shame?" Verre gestured to her dragon and stated, "This here is Glass."

"At least, that is what my rider calls me," her dragon said and slumped his head down to the floor. "Do not humor her elf. She is a waste of oxygen." Glass slightly scratched his claw into the floor before tapping it three times. "She will never quite hear you. Verre only listens when it interests her and only entertains when she can make people smile. She is a haywire mess that the Celestial Order somehow found fit to join their division and now she's here. I keep telling you guys that you've made a mistake," he hissed out his last words, but didn't say much else.

"Glass," Verre spun on her toes and clapped her hands together. "You seem glum today, do you wish to smile?"

"I can't smile albino, do not bother."

"Very well." Verre looked behind her and pressed her hand next to her mouth and whispered, "Sometimes he's a bit snobby." She twisted back to the elf and sat on the floor. Every step she made was reminiscent of a dance. Each flowing with grace and carried her self in such a way that it appeared any time she moved was planned and nearly told a story. She pulled her chin near her chest, causing deep shadows to carve beneath her brows and lay along the whites of her eyes. "I only ever entertain my doll. There is no such thing as spare time. What a frivolous question you've got there? Please, send me more naive questions, I'll return with ignorant answers and it'll be hilarious."

Ninja Jane

Dranela just laughed loudly almost falling off of her floating "seat". After catching her breath she said, "You are quite marvelous. I like you. You are not so serious as most dragon riders I have met." she smiled brightly, "You must join me sometime on a night out. I go to all the dance clubs here, and I know which ones are the best. Everyone would love to see you. So unique." Dranela glanced outside of the doorway, "Well I must be off. Hopefully, we meet again."
And with all that being said, Dranela gracefully strode off. Leaving as silently as she came.

Then you are suddenly summoned on your comlink to meet with Evan Woods.

 

[Ninja Jane]

The hatchlings were mesmerizing to Ina. So much so that she had to reach a hand to rest on Nilzir's shoulder to keep herself from toppling over from leaning so far toward the new babes. The rider was entranced by every inch of their skin.

Inwardly Ina agreed that if she already wasn't so connected with Nilzir and in the Celestial Order, she would have been very happy in the hatchery world. Already so full of life, seeing these new Blue Fire dragons was just so invigorating for the soul that she felt that much more energized and determined to protect them from any would-be kidnapper.
*Which a member of the Celestial Order would have more flexibility to do*, thought Ina and began to ponder again about the investigation when Nilzir moved from her hand.

Ina watched her beloved green dragon crane his head closer to get a better eye on the new hatchlings, his large snout nearly touching their comparatively tiny noses as they all turned toward the large dragon to inspect him in turn. As they took delicate little sniffs of him, Nilzir responded with a great gust of air making their tiny heads rear back in surprise as their eyes blinked rapidly.
Ina's lips quirked into the tiniest smile thinking they were reacting to his stinky breath, when the hatchlings all shot their snouts forward to inspect every smell on Nilzir's face this time with zero hesitation. Nilzir himself merely hummed a soft thrum of contentment at being accepted so quickly.

With the younglings now preoccupied, Ina finally could tear her gaze away to ask more questions of the matriarch. She straightens her back with her hands professionally held behind her back and speaks gently yet clearly with direction.

"Forgive me if I'm being too forward (as you know I am investigating) but is the recipe for the sedation cocktail well known throughout the facility? I wonder how delicate of a process it is to make and administer it to the young," Ina asks as her hand comes up rub her chin in thought.
She turns to see Nilzir eyeing her from beneath a tiny dragonpile, they were practically sticking their claws in whatever crooks and crannies the acid dragon had on his head, and adds on, "Do you think I could be allowed to be in the know of the next switch in hatchlings to the habitat? I think it would be prudent for a rider to be involved in the transfer."

At here, Ina pauses and turns to look the matriarch in the eye with humility, "With permission from you of course. This is your facility. I'm merely determined to do whatever I can to see your hatchlings stay safe and unharmed." She bows her head in acknowledgment of the mistress's authority as Nilzir extricates from the hold of the young to give a bow himself.

"If you have any concerns yourself that you would like the Celestial Order to look into, I can also personally investigate or bring along the rest of the riders at your discretion," Ina finishes as she straightens with a gesture of hand to the lady.

"And my rider is humbled by your compliment to her intelligence, though she forgets to mention it" Nilzir includes with a side eye to his rider with a shake of his hide and a rattle of his spines from amusement. At the comment, Ina shows only the tiniest bit of color to her cheeks from embarrassment but keeps her head up despite it. The rider was already thinking ahead that despite what information the matriarch could give, a personal chat with Evan or Rydell about trends among hatchling kidnappings would be very beneficial in revealing our villain's next moves. With these thoughts, she fingers behind her back a small ring on her right pinky finger, her chosen comlink.

Once this chat is finished, she would give somebody a call.

"The sedation is only used by those that I authorize and have been trained in administering it. Too much and it can kill a hatchling. To little and you will have them waking up mid transporting them." said Matriarch Nania kindly, "The sedative has to be made specifically to each type of dragon. One made for a red fire dragon (for example) could be lethal to a salt water dragon." she paused, "I can alert you as soon as we are moving the next batch."

But before Nania could say more, you are summoned by Evan Woods through your comlink.

 

[Ninja Jane]

Alec paused for a moment before responding. He could ask many things, such as which weaponsmith made the glocks for the elves. He certainly didn't. He would never make anything so ugly or short ranged. He then remembered the task that he was given. To protect this hatchery from kidnapping.

"How are the laid eggs transported from the nest to the hatchery?" Alec asked.

"And who is in charge of it? Rila added.

These questions were the only ones that they could think of that were pertinent

Alec and Rila were intrigued by their situation. They wondered if all the other hatcheries were run like this one

"Why I am in charge of overseeing the moving of the eggs from the nests and into the incubation house." Said Kilturn, "Shortly after the dragons lay them we prepare them to be transported to the incubation house where they are best protected and allowed to be best taken care of. Our kind has been doing this for generations and we have been doing so the same way our ancestors did." he paused looking at Alec, "We transport the eggs in containers and each is protected by a magic spell so that only our kind can open them." he turned, "I know you must be thinking, if all of this protection exists, then maybe it is one of us, who is stealing hatchlings." he looked seriously at Alec and Rila, "I can assure you that if you ever see an elf betray a dragon, then it is YOU that must under a spell. Never question an elf's loyalty"

before he could say more, you are summoned to meet with Evan woods.

 

[Ninja Jane]

You all have received a call from your comlinks to meet with Evan Woods. Pay attention to what he says.