Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ First. The pale man? There's something deeply unsettling about him, and Peter finds himself keeping a wary eye on him. He thinks the man casts him curious, interested glances every once and again, and it makes his stomach churn.

Second. What the fuck are they supposed to do about a motherfucking dragon?

Each step they take away from Roland's office saps away more and more of Peter's resolve. They're fucked. They're seriously fucked. There's no fucking way-- there's just. There's no way. He'll just have to live with this thing inside him, this thing that destroys and kills without blinking. Those few moments were still just a blank space in his memory, but he thinks he remembers flashes of feelings. Rage. Blood lust. A bitter coldness.

When Maya speaks, he's opening his mouth to speak as well. He waits for her to finish and shakes his head. ]

There's no fucking way.

[phaselocknroll]

Peter... [ she can feel it, the way he's uncertain ] We have to try.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, or we could be killed.

[ He pulls his hand through his hair, equal parts frustrated and, if he cared to admit it, frightened. ]

When she said favors I thought she meant-- taking out slavers. Killing bandits. I didn't think she meant this.

[phaselocknroll]

That dragon would need to be dealt with one way or another. Lilith wouldn't just... send us out there if she didn't think we could handle it.

[nostalgiabomb]

You could handle it, more like.

I was hoping those favors would be something I could at least help you with, but I'm really out of my depth, here.

[phaselocknroll]

You're a lot more capable than you give yourself credit for, you know.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, sure. All I've gotta do is ditch the pendant.

[ at length, he sighs. ]

We should figure out a plan. Maybe something better than shoot at it and hope for the best.

[phaselocknroll]

That isn't what I meant. [ honestly, she's a little taken aback that he would think she feels that way ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I-- [ he sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Sorry. I know you didn't mean that, just-- all of this has me kind of-- I dunno. Addled.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she leans over to plant a kiss on his cheek ] We'll get through this.

Right now I think it's wise to scout the area and see if we can set some kind of trap.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah. Maybe we can trap it in a really big box.

[phaselocknroll]

Whatever it takes, as long as we get its heart, right?

[nostalgiabomb]

What if I made it fall in love with me? We could get its heart that way.

[phaselocknroll]

I... don't think it works the same way with dragons as it does with Sirens.

[nostalgiabomb]

Damn. Was hoping it could be just that easy.

[phaselocknroll]

Now, now. You wouldn't want to make me jealous, would you?

[nostalgiabomb]

... I won't lie to you. I sort of want to see that now, yeah.

[phaselocknroll]

You... want to see me jealous? [ that is a distinctly odd thing to want!! ]

Honestly and truly, I've never actually been jealous so I... couldn't tell you what it's like.

Not that we need to find out.

[nostalgiabomb]

Damn. I was just gonna suggest, instead of messing around with a dragon, we could just go to a bar, have me flirt with some chick, and you'd be doing more than enough fire-breathing for everyone involved.

[phaselocknroll]

And then we give my heart to tall, pale and creepy?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ And here, Peter pulls a face. ]

Honestly, I'd be a whole lot happier if we didn't give anything to tall, pale and creepy. Seriously, where did they even dredge that guy up?

[phaselocknroll]

Probably from a cave somewhere. One that never sees sunlight.

He creeps me out, too, but Lilith and Roland seem to trust him enough for this.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's still not sure if he even trusts them, and not for the first time, he has to remind himself that, at the very least, he trusts Maya's judgment.

Eventually, he nods, tries to quell that feeling of distaste at having to make any sort of deal with that guy. ]

We should probably get to work.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She doesn't like it either, but she doesn't see what kind of choice they have. ]

I'm right behind you, love.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Scouting the area means heading back out to trudge through snow and ice and coldness, and Peter keeps close to Maya as they travel. ]

Don't suppose you know some sort of secret weak spot on dragons, huh? Poke them in the right foot and they flop over like a dog wanting its belly rubbed? Anything like that?