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[vicodincrutch]

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[Oh there he is. Scruffy faced. Slurping on a straw.]

Okay. I'll bite. What did you bring me?

[Slurp.]

Why do you people always come unprepared to be hosted?

[He'll even act offended, Dr. Manners right here.]

[ooc; come at him, bro. Any trauma will be forgotten. Let's do this. Ttly backdate friendly!]

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[vicodincrutch]

[That's...what is that even.]

Rude.

[They've had raptors before so in hall honesty, what's he going to do? House keeps his cane handy.]

[dracolich]

[ An undead dragon. What does it look like?

Raptors. Pfft. She's much larger than raptors.

She's also got her claw stuck in a trash bag. ]

I could enchant you something, if you pay for it.

[vicodincrutch]

[It looks like something just awful. This is his life. He's talking to a dragon, a not too great looking one. Well. Undead. There you go.]

Enchant me the pleasure of getting out of the alley.

[He sees that bag. Is this the beginning of one of those Heal the Bay campaigns? Also, what a creeper lurking outside like that.]

[dracolich]

[ Rrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiip. Problem solved. And look, snacks! ]

You have to pay for it.

[ Omnomnom. ]

[vicodincrutch]

[Do dragons eat plastic? All those sea turtles and seals that died because of devouring them. Then again, dragon.]

Pay for you to leave? What are you, lawsuit happy?

[dracolich]

[ Brist has never seen plastic before in her life, but it is shiny. Therefore... yes. ]

Lawsuit?

[ There's a tilt of her head, bird-like and curious. ]

[vicodincrutch]

[There is so much of it. And things inside the plastic. Last night's chicken and whatever was unearthed from the back of the fridge.]

Forget it.

[It would take just too long to explain. Besides, don't empower the dragons anymore than they already are.]

What do you want? Why are you here?

[dracolich]

[ She's already undead and breathes acid. Food poisoning isn't a problem. ]

I'm hungry and looking for shiny things.

[ Hence the garbage-picking. ]

[vicodincrutch]

[...When you're that size how many problems are there really?]

You found the food.

[Shiny things? Pft. Why should he even? House sees a tablespoon left out from coffee. Carefully and cautiously he wedges open the window to toss it down.]

There. Now go away.

[dracolich]

[ Witches. That's why she's undead in the first place-- ooh, shiny!

Brist carefully paws the spoon toward her, tail twitching happily before she looks back. ]

And magic things.

[ If you give a dragon a tablespoon... ]

[vicodincrutch]

[Of course. Witches. Uh. House can't even touch on that. He's just handing over the goods. Upsetting a big, decaying thing would not be smart. That much he knows.][There's got to be an aim and flame here somewhere. Wilson won't miss it.]

[dracolich]

[ She will just patiently look up at the window, wings folded around her and tail twitching. Other than the size and the fact that she's rotting, she looks a bit like a dog waiting for scraps. ]

[vicodincrutch]

Behold. I conjure fire.

[And he pulls the little trigger on the aim and flame. Fire comes from the small top. He puts it on a higher setting.]

You're welcome.

[Whether or not the dragon can do it on its own, well, they'll find out in a second. Isn't there some sort of a rule that magic can't always be transferred? There is now. It's not House's fault. Goddamn magic.]

[dracolich]

[ The dragon stares.

And stares.

And then growls. ]

That's not magic.

[vicodincrutch]

It's what I got. Also it's free.

[dracolich]

[ There's another growl and a lash of her tail (which, thankfully, doesn't break anything) before she raises herself up on her back legs, front legs resting against the building.

Dragon head at your window, House. ]

Bring it here.