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| Topic Started: Dec 27 2015, 05:39:36 PM (161 Views) | |
| Booker Vetrov | Dec 27 2015, 05:39:36 PM Post #1 |
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It was early. The Hufflepuff was hungry and still kind of groggy, but he still had managed, with way more excitement than Booker was ever able to muster this early in the morning. "Come on, Lis!" He motioned to the girl while he came running closer to the little cottage that had always been where the Groundskeeper lived. Of course, Alistair didn't actually live there anymore, since he was married and had a new child. The place was too small, even for the small family, but today, he would be there for work, and Booker was way more than excited to show off how much he really was his father's son. "Wait till you see!" He breathed out, skipping the steps to the top and drawing up short at the door to knock. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Dec 27 2015, 07:15:09 PM Post #2 |
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Booker was up early. Booker was excited about being up early. He hadn't even had breakfast. Were Lis not so busy trying to keep pace with his damn lanky legs she might have been able to discern the source of such unbound oddity. "What's going on?" Lisbeth's last word was punctuated with the breathy laugh of a girl who wouldn't mind chasing a boy anywhere he desired. It took entirely too long for someone to answer the door. Lis could feel the cold seeping into her sweater, and she huddled closer to the cottage - and to Booker. "You're early!" Alistair exclaimed, walking around the side of the hut with a strange woman. "We were just coming to fetch you, this is my... Associate?" Ali considered the female as he spoke. "Friend." The woman stepped towards the teenagers, hand extended, "Naila Rose." "That's a beautiful colour," Lis spoke unthinkingly as she shook Naila's hand, clearly indicating the older woman's hijab. Naila's eyes were dark, and intense, with an eyeliner signature that was treacherously straight. Lis' hand was sweaty and her cheeks were pink. Naila merely nodded, resisted the urge to wipe her palm on her work cargoes and greeted Booker. "We have a bit of a walk ahead of us, it might be best to reign in some of that excitement before we get there." Lis cast a curious, partly infuriated, glance between the three. What was going on? |
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| Booker Vetrov | Dec 27 2015, 08:16:44 PM Post #3 |
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Booker's hand was probably not much better than Lis's, to be honest. He'd been startled by the woman. Rose. Had he met her previously, or only just ever heard of her? Book nodded, honestly, wanting to keep the one track mind that he'd woken up with. Of course other people would be there with Ali, this wasn't normal circumstance at all. Booker, even at fifteen, still managed to have a childish wonder about him when it came to dragons. New ones were even better. "I'm sorry, Ali! I know you really would have preferred that I come alone, but Lis is trustworthy, I promise!" He pleaded with Ali, but mostly because Rose was there, Ali had known Lis longer than he'd known Booker after all. He shot an apologetic look to his friend, knowing that she was curious, but he really wanted it to be a surprise. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Dec 27 2015, 10:52:15 PM Post #4 |
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Lisbeth, eyes widening at the thought of what she might need to be trustworthy about, attempted to live up to the praise with a confused nod. "I can keep a secret, I mean, I have kept - Am still keeping!" Why. Lis could feel the gaze of everyone in the world snap her way. "I'm sure it'll be fine, eh?" Alistair was nearly as excited as his son, but hiding it far better. Naila stifled an unimpressed sigh in the back of her throat and strode towards the Forbidden Forest as though it were simply her family home. "It's not my job on the line." The woman pulled a two way mirror out of her pocket and started a low toned conversation in a language Lis did not understand. Alistair glanced between the two teenagers, and motioned them to follow along. Somewhere along their walk the man deposited his jacket onto Lis' trembling shoulders, and she clutched it to her body gratefully - and tried not to think how weirdly similar he smelled to Booker. Eventually they got to a clearing. This was an entirely unremarkable thing, save the giant dragon consuming the space with its enormous body. Alistair's jacket pooled abruptly around Lis' feet, and she clutched at Booker's arm. "Oh my god, oh my god..." She whispered, somewhere between reverence and fear. The dragon was longer in body than Lis would expect, with legs, arms, and no wings. It had a square head, and two horns. It also seemed entirely unconcerned about its visitors. In fact, its attention seemed on the only other human in the clearing - Lis recognized him from photographs seen in Alistair's office - maybe the pub? Not that she knew who he was. "You old coot!" Alistair hollered across the clearing. Lis nearly keeled over in fright, but the dragon paid them no attention. "You never were very punctual, Alistair!" |
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| Booker Vetrov | Dec 28 2015, 07:08:05 PM Post #5 |
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Booker was almost too much in awe of the majestic creature that didn't seem to care that he even existed to realize Lis's slight distress. The Slytherin grabbed onto his arm, and he was cognizant enough to reach across with the other arm to comfort her. There was a small look given to her, a toned down smile, compared to how he was feeling. Book recognized the man that was there in the clearing. Ali seemed to know him well, which made sense, he was in every other picture the the Hufflepuff had seen of Alistair. A coworker, one that seemed very involved in Ali's life. Carefully, (being a little bit wary of the dragon himself,) Booker took a few slow steps closer to the handlers, "Is she.. able to pet?" Better ask before you just stick your hand out, right? It might have helped convince Lisbeth to pet the beast, if she didn't want to ride it later. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Dec 28 2015, 10:40:33 PM Post #6 |
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Naila glanced up from her mirror, briefly, though she had not done so since their walk had begun, and cast an amused glance towards her elderly coworker. Naila said nothing to the group, but promptly continued in her foreign language. Lis hadn't quite torn her gaze off the dragon, her heart was still shivering uncontrollably at the sight. She was terrified. She was excited. The dragon was entirely unbound by physical shackles, it could kill them all with one mighty sweep of its tail! She didn't notice Naila, or Booker, or Alistair's momentary concern. Lis was rooted to the spot, afraid her own movement would break the spell and bring about the dragon's fury. "See for yourself," The old man directed, gleefully. On his hand was a gauntlet, of sorts, which was odd in and of itself. The dragon seemed to stretch itself out, willingly, its massive body spiraling upward like a corkscrew. It stayed there a moment, weight on one of its two hind legs and a portion of its lower body. The dragon unwound gracefully, connecting with the ground once more. Its head snaked slowly, curving towards Booker and Lis, but stopped short. One massive yellow eye considered them before drooping closed. Lisbeth watched in mild mortification as the thin membrane closed horizontally, before the eyelid shutterrd over it. "Isn't she beautiful? Take a deep breath Lis, she's relaxed right now but very sensitive to human emotion." Alistair was trying to be helpful, really he was. "What's her name?" The Slytherin stammered, twitching forward very slightly. "Peggy!" The older man had come closer to the group, only to be smacked upside the head with Naila's mirror, "Well I can't pronounce her actual name." The man pouted at Naila, but winked at Alistair. "Do try: Qisaf." |
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| Booker Vetrov | Dec 29 2015, 11:19:00 PM Post #7 |
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Times like this were Book's childhood dreams coming true. Who didn't want to get that in his life? He was only paying half attention to the conversations around him. Nalia seemed to know a bit more. The boy guessed she was from the dragon's native region. "Hello, Qi...saf." He said, carefully, and smiled toward the woman for approval. Booker was in complete awe. He didn't have a care in the world about how stupid he might look. It was like he'd never seen a dragon before. "She is just.. beautiful." Graceful girl, she was. The Hufflepuff tried to reach out to the creature, but was stopped by Lisbeth's arm. He looked back at her and laughed a bit. "Lis, it's ok! Really!" He whispered to the Slytherin. Edited by Booker Vetrov, Dec 31 2015, 12:23:28 AM.
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Dec 30 2015, 11:26:17 AM Post #8 |
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Qisaf opened one great eye, acknowledging both who spoke her name. The dragon's gaze remained on Booker, and then past Booker, to Lis. Lazy expectance became the slightest bit more irritated. "Get on with it," Qisaf seemed to express, "Or kneel and pray to my glory." Booker's voice patiently broke into Lisbeth's thought process, disturbing her mildly hypnotic state. Lis' hand jumped away from the boy's arm, an apology flickering briefly over her features. The Slytherin might have been too paralyzed to move, but that was no reason to hold her friend back. (Aside from the distinct possibility he would be eaten. It was very selfish of her, but Lis didn't really have enough friends left standing to allow them to be devoured willy nilly.) In the end, it was Alistair who stepped in, hand gently caressing under the dragon's jawline, "You're just fine," |
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| Booker Vetrov | Dec 31 2015, 12:22:57 AM Post #9 |
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Booker rose an eyebrow at Lis, and he reached back out to her, before he decided just use his strength to pull himself closer, whether or not the girl was really ready. The other arm reached out, and began to move along the scales of the dragon's jaw. "See?" He asked the Slytherin, without ever moving his eyes from the dragon's great yellow one. "Ali, thank you." He said suddenly, looking from the dragon to his father, but still just as much in awe of the creature as before. It was then that the boy realized he hadn't introduced himself to the other man. That was probably very rude. Booker tried to peer around the dragon to see him, but where he was standing blocked the view of the much older man. Maybe it could happen later? |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Dec 31 2015, 12:07:22 PM Post #10 |
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Lisbeth was pulled forward, so that the dragon's great eye consumed her further. She could dive into Qisaf's great pupil and swim in the vast intellect that lay beyond. Lisbeth would willingly kneel before such a magnificent beast, and allow herself to be eaten. Naila frowned, and snapped her fingers to divert Qisaf's attention. "You forget she is a dragon, and not some house pet, Booker." Booker Sr. had the audacity to look guilty, "It was just a bit of harmless hypnosis. I would have intervened." Lisbeth blinked, somewhat confusedly, at Booker and Alistair. The low rumble in the dragon's throat all but drowned out the conversation between Booker Sr. and Naila, but Qisaf no longer seemed so impossibly large to the girl. Alistair and Booker, both with their hands on the dragon, were still alive. Ali was smiling at his son as though Christmas had come early. Lis reached tentatively out to Qisaf, only to meet more encouragement from her friend. Booker pressed Lis' hand against the dragon's neck, and she exclaimed at the unnatural heat that lay there. It would be similar to a blanket fresh from the dryer had her scales not been so exceedingly hard - and sharp. The Slytherin would likely slice her hand open were it not for the compact nature of Qisaf's armor. "You won't ever get this close to a dragon again in your life. Qisaf," Alistair butchered the pronunciation but kept going, "Is a beyond extraordinary exception. But that heat you feel, most dragons will have it. That's where the fire comes from. Although magic effects them in plenty of other ways, too," This lecture was more for Lis' sake than Booker's. Alistair had only been close to dragons when they were very young, or very sick. So this was an experience for him as well, and likely why Booker Sr. had pulled so many strings for this, "You really outta thank Naila, and my old friend... Booker, uh, senior?" "If anything, that little twig should be Junior." Book Sr. was indignant, even as he stepped around the dragon to offer his non gauntleted hand. Lis let out an ill timed giggle and carefully sidestepped some distance between herself and the dragon. "Knew your ma, very briefly. She well?" Qisaf had refocused onto Naila, with the same strange intentness she had previously focused on Book Sr. |
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| Booker Vetrov | Jan 3 2016, 01:12:40 AM Post #11 |
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Booker pulled his arm away, just for a moment, when Nalia snapped her fingers. Soon though, he felt confident enough to put the hand back on the dragon. He listened closely to Alitstair, even though he knew that what he was saying was much more for Lis than himself. He looked toward the man and smiled in response to the broad one on Ali's face, how could he not? Booker Sr., though? The Hufflepuff met the man's gaze before shaking his hand. His expression turned cool, and he shrugged, "She's well." He responded, is gaze flickering away from the old man as he said it. It wasn't much for Booker to ignore her letters anymore. Eventually, he'd hoped, she'd just stop sending them. Was this who he was named after? He guessed he'd never really thought about it before. If he was named after someone in particular, it was probably someone in his mother or step-father's family, he'd assumed previously. "I've seen you in a lot of pictures with Alistair." He said, a little more formal than normal, but his expression brightened at the thought. After all, the man before him was an expert, for sure. Someone that his own father trusted. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Jan 5 2016, 06:32:56 PM Post #12 |
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Lis felt a momentary sadness for Booker, fleeting as it was unquantifiable. It was difficult for her to feel anything beyond awe in the presence of Qisaf. Talking to Booker about his feelings was like pulling teeth. She could count the instances on one hand - and the length of those on two. Book Sr., it had to be a coincidence, seemed decidedly unperturbed. "And there's the resemblance," The old fellow, ancient by Lis' standards, mused imperceptibly. "We met in Norway, damn near..." Alistair blinked, as though suddenly realizing his age. Squinting his expression at Book Sr., "Over a decade?" "Twenty years?" The two men held similar expressions of befuddlement, and Lis nearly started laughing again when they synchronously scratched the stubble of one cheek. "Don't get too excited, I'm mostly a businessman." Naila scoffed loudly at this remark, and Qisaf ruffled her neck noticeably. "It's hard not to be fascinated by dragons, though. Not that either of you are here to listen to an old man ramble." Book Sr. looked directly at Lisbeth when he spoke next, "Feeling brave?" Lis' eyes bulged from her skull in a way that suggested she wasn't, "W-Why?" Frankly, she was ready to leave - and hyperventilate for a week straight. |
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| Booker Vetrov | Jan 7 2016, 11:04:43 PM Post #13 |
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Booker turned to Lis and smiled a wide grin. "You didn't tell her?" The boy shrugged at the old man, "I wanted it to be a surprise?" There was a reason that it was more of a question. Lis wasn't likely to come out to ride a dragon if he asked her to. (Not to mention how requesting something like that would actually sound.Lis, want to ride a dragon with me? Yeah.. that wouldn't be weird.) "He brought you here to ride Qisaf. "We both will be, you won't be alone!" The boy added at the end there, just to help calm the Slytherin's nerves. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Jan 8 2016, 03:31:20 PM Post #14 |
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"Nooooooo," Lisbeth exhaled, attempting to discern the need for such an elaborate prank. The dragon was just a prop, made to look real by magic. Booker Sr., and Naila were just coworkers looking to poke a bit of fun at Alistair's son. Something like that. Right? The Slytherin's distress had to have taken most everyone off guard, for she was allowed to speak before anyone had decided how to react to her, "You can't actually be serious, I mean, strange enough that we're in a clearing with a dragon, let alone -" Surely Booker would stomp her foot if she attempted to dissuade the adults from allowing such a gross danger to their collective person. "I'm sorry, won't it be dangerous?" Lisbeth would like to trust Alistair, but it wasn't as though the man had the greatest track record. If Lis were being upfront, Ali really would put his excitement agead of safety. And had. A lot. You could see the scars decorating the man's arms. Book Sr., scratched the back of his neck, "We are trained professionals..." With a ground shaking leap, Qisaf cleared well above the treeline. Her mighty wings extended moments later. Lisbeth caught only a brief glance of the woman atop the dragon. Lis felt her stomach churn, even as she gawked about the clearing for any sign of Naila. "Well, that's one way to do things," Book Sr. raised his hand up as a visor and attempted a better glimpse of the dragon. "Such an impatient woman, when we have all day..." Alistair, shaken from his momentary awe, chuckled, "I don't even know how to explain, we'd be here all day. I'm normally rather against wizards using dragons for such purposes. You've seen some of those they've got holed up in Gringotts?" Ali glanced briefly at Book Sr. The older man was nodding thoughtfully as dragon and dragon rider circled above them. "Most dragons in captivity, I've seen anyway, are runts. Highly drugged, poorly looked after, bad situation all around... They are a great prize, after all. But they're still dangerous, and so they are mistreated instead of understood." Ali was nodding solemnly. "Qisaf is very special, I wouldn't quite say tame, but," "Well, we've come to an understanding - so to speak." |
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