phantasmalrift | Dragonair do shed their skin.

Dragonair do shed their skin.

Who: Clair, Senryu, and YOU!
What: Hijinks brought to you by a shedding dragonair.
When: Morning 8th Nov to dusk on the 13th.
Where: Glitterstone beach + Fingers
Warnings: Will update if anything happens.

[True to her word, when Senryu finally starts to shed, Clair puts up a message on the network.] Senryu's started shedding. You're more than welcome to come and watch- I won't deny I'd enjoy the company. But be warned: She's not shy of rubbing against anyone and she is big. I'll be on Glitterstone beach nearest the Fingers from dawn to a few hours after dusk each day.

[It's not hard to spot Clair or the large serpentine dragon on the beach. Clair's in her wetsuit, various pokeballs on the belt. Sure, the weather's a touch inconvenient for Clair at times but this isn't about her, though she will greet anyone who shows up regardless of day or what else is happening.] Come to see the fuss?

[It's about the dragonair; who spends the next five days doing a good impression of a snake as she slithers, sidewinds and wriggles across the gravel-sand. It's not all she does, as she also uses the rocks and cliffs to rub against, more than once taking to the air for a better vantage point, and spends time in the sea too. Nor is she shy about going up to people and rubbing against/headbutting them with a low whine. Shedding is itchy business. Relieve the itch? Depending on the reaction it garners, Clair will step in if needed.

Otherwise, Clair's hanging back, keeping an eye on things (or at one point braiding her ponytail). One will more than likely find her other pokemon out at various points over the five days depending on the weather.

Every dusk or in the hour or so following it, Clair can be found making at least one trip back up to the station with a literal armful of shed skin, even more of the stuff loaded onto the meganium's back -held in place with glowing green vines- as it plods along after her.

By the dusk of the final day, Senryu's once again vibrant and colourful as she lays on the sand, Clair doing a final check over for non-shed skin with a practised eye.]

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Yeah, I wanted to see what these Pokémon are like in person. How've you been... You know, I don't think I ever caught your name.

[When Senryū slithers up to Kyoko, she just runs her hand along the dragon's scales, petting her.]

[There's a low trill at the pets as the dragonair rubs against the hand.] I should be the one asking you that, Kyoko-chan. But I'm good. Better now she's finally decided to start shedding.

It's Tatsuno. Tatsuno Ibuki and not all my pokémon are this big.

[Kyoko smiles at the trill, moving to scratch rather than pet now.]

It's fine, Ibuki-san. I've got no problem with big animals or big Pokémon. What does this girl eat?

[And that gets a coo - and Clair trying to politely stifle her grin.]

The line prey mostly marine life, though they will also prey on smaller pokémonn such as crab, camome, or tsubotsubo, and they will eat fruits and berries. Though, I have seen her go after a starmie once.

[Krabby, wingull, shuckle. Oneday she'll learn the English names of pokemon.]

[Kyoko pulls out an apple, presenting it to Claire before offering it to Senryū.]

Do you mind? I've got a red bean bun for you too. It's kind of a tradition for me by now.

Not at all.

[Once Clair's given the all clear, Senryu carefully takes the apple from Kyoko. It's then tossed into the air and swallowed in a single gulp with a pleased sound and Clair's muttered 'show off'.]. I would never say no to a gift. It's very kind of you even if it is a tradition.

[She seems to want to say something else, but doesn't.]

Oh, do you not like red bean paste? I've got other snacks if that's the case.

That's- No. It's- You're about my daughter's age. That you have other snacks is good to know.

I- [There's a rueful smile and a bow.] I'd be happy to accept.

[The bun, still in it's pack, is fished out of Kyoko's jacket pocket and handed to Claire. A pack of Taiyaki is retrieved with it, but that one stays with Kyoko.]

...You have a daughter?

Thank you. [There's another bow as she accepts it.]

I do. Blood adopted or not, Kris is my daughter and I'll end anyone who says she's not or hurts her again.

[Never mind she literally means that, nope. The pack's opened and she takes a bite out the bun.] Did you make this?

Devotion to your family, I can respect that.

Nah, I picked it up in Incendia. I can cook, bake too, but it's been a while.

Not just family. Clan and vassals count in amongst those an Heiress protects. [-that's very much formal language she's slipped into.]

I'm sorry to hear that. Why'd you stop?

Nobody else around to make it worth the effort. I was on my own for about a year before shit hit the fan, and then I was here.

[She's biting into the Taiyaki harder than before now.]

[As much as she is curious about the shit that hit the fan, there are more pressing matters.] You don't count as worth the effort?

Not for whole meals, store, uh, "bought" was good enough.

[Breath in, count to ten because as much as she is a mother - Immortals does she get where Kyoko's coming from.] True, yet a homecooked meal now and again is nice.

[Then a sheepish grin.] Not that I have room to talk myself.

Didn't really have time for niceties. A Magical Girl's life is a desperate scramble from one Witch to the next, only taking time to make sure we don't die.

That's- Would you explain that some more?

Magical Girls fight monsters called Witches in exchange for one wish and magic powers. Witches are, themselves, former Magical Girls. They hold Grief Seeds, all that's left of their souls, which Magical Girls need to not become one.

The magic of this place fixed that problem for me, but it's still ridiculously fucked up.

[Sync honestly wasn't checking on the fuss from the post, it's more that he walks along the beach a lot (to understate it slightly) and decided to see what was up with the giant serpent he spots while doing so.

Thankfully when it approaches for scritches, he has enough experience with the coeurl that's padding along beside him to know what it wants, and obliges, if a little awkwardly. How do scritch serpent-likes]

Can't say I've ever met a creature that sheds its skin before. It doesn't sound like fun.

[As long as there's some kind of scritches, Senryu's happy. Happy enough to rub against Sync with not only her head but a head-length and half of her body before breaking away to nose-but the coeurl with a curious sound.]

It's not. According to Wataru, 'it's like being covered in a layer of glue, but you can't wash it off, so all you can do is rub at it and hope it comes off'. But it's nothing compared to the arbo-line, habunake, or a sanagiras. They can't soak in water to ease it.

[Sync, barely being five foot tall, is kind of glad he knows how to keep his balance against powerful forces, because otherwise the Pokemon might've knocked him over. A few more scritches before he watches Senryu nose-butt Storm, the coeurl letting out a surpised sound and leaning up to sniff at the Dragonair]

Sounds rather gross, if I'm honest. I'm glad none of the monsters I used to share spare with shed their skin. The fur was enough.

[Thank the gods, otherwise, he'd have a lap full of dragonair. As it is, the dragon smells of the sea, of the old coming into the new, of life energy. Also, the faint smell of ozone.]

He was young when he gave the analogy. It's nothing more than dry skin; gather enough and it can be made into various garments.

[Storm seems to approve of the smell of Dragonair, letting out a rumbling purr, her whiskers waving up and down slowly, the orbs of light on the end of them leaving slight light trails in the air]

Hm. So annoying for the creature, but can end up being useful at least. Are you planning to do so with this shed?

I suppose it is. As for this shed- Sort it for one. If there's enough useable, and I can find the tools and a guide, I might see to an attempt at re-making the armour I used back in the Holyland.

Otherwise, I'll likely think about bracers or belts as they would be the easiest.

[Given she's a complete novice to uh. Everything. hahaha...]

Armour? [That gets his attention] I wouldn't have thought it strong enough for something like that.

[Nathaniel blinks a little when approached, looking somewhat surprised, before reaching out to rub the Dragonair's head slightly. He holds out his staff as well, bracing it against the ground.]

A rougher texture works better for this, right?

[There's a low trill-coo as Senryu leans into the rub.]

It would, but I work with what's around. [A small sigh.] Nor is this worst she's shed with.

[He nods, continuing to help scratch at the Dragonair's scales, moving along the various itchy points.]

Kate sheds too, but she can't fly, so she doesn't get as energetic as this. [Also, she's more used to being wild by now.]

Kate? [She'd drawing a blank - and trying to stifle her laughter as much as she can at the low, needy trill from her dragon.]I've done my best to discourge her from flying when shedding. The skin's too useful to waste.

I half wish Wataru were here too. His Urashima's lazy about shedding compared to the average ryū-line. I'm not sure how much is his personality, or how much is because he's a 'cean-kai.

[-Uh Clair: no-one here understands dragon clan slang.]

I take it Senryu is some kind of animal companion, or maybe a Pokemon?

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Dragonair do shed their skin.

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