harrrrrr

i had a dream and there were baked beans in it somewhere

Oh nice

yes very

Hello I'm late because waking up early is for the weak

Sleep is for the weak

And I am late because I have been taken captive by school desPITE IT BEING THE HOLIDAYS

Oh NoOOOOOO

Break out of school
With a chainsaw

Hyoh

@Radiant
I wish I could but I don't have a chainsaw

@FarmScatter
Um hello new human I've never seen you about before

Darn
Chainsaws are great

Whoops that was Radiant
I'm haunting Draco's account again

BILLY FRIENDS

Rad you spookin about

I'm a ghoost

woag
spooky

wait if you were a ghost would you rather be a regular ghost or a Brink ghost

Uhhh
I'm not sure
Maybe a Brink ghost because then I could do Brink things

you can be a spooky boi
get people to be your friend by bribing them and slight manipulation
or you get people to be your friend by being nice but where's the fun in that

And I could control everyone and raise an army
Everyone will obey me
I will be 2spooky

What even is this chat

that's basically the entire thing
that's the entirety of The Sanctuary storyline

and this chat is beautiful

That's a 2spooky storyline
I like it

This chat is random but I think that's mostly my fault

it's all our faults don't worry friend

so uh
almost exactly twelve hours later
who wants to do a roleplaying or something

I'm up for a roleplaying
Do you have any ideas?

Sorry if I'm slow to reply here, I have like 30 things to check every morning. XD

Eyy don't worry my dude!
Hows about we throw some dergons together? I kinda want to use my boy Flitt ;w;

Oh yeah, I'd like to see Flitt, if you're planning to use him. X)

I need to think about who I can throw in. I kinda want to use a dragon who's not in Shacklestone or anything, because I use those ones enough. XD

I'll check my tags.

I might use #RRRikk, I've been wanting to try him for a while. He has a proper ref on Deviantart here:
https://radiantraindragon.deviantart.com/art/Rikk-Ref-May-2017-680011955

aaaaa I've seen him before but heck he's so neat--
grumpy boi vs greedy boi who will win

So um
Would you like to start or shall I? I don't.mind eithet way ;w;

(Heck I can't type lmao)

(You can start if you like, I don't really know what kind of setting we should be in. XD)

(Oof sorry for the delay)

Flying high above the clouds, Flitt lazily looks about, gazing through the gaps in the clouds for the place he was looking for. He was tasked in finding a tribe of drakes in the forest to see if they needed any assistance from the Sanctuary. The fire dragon rolls his eyes at that thought at he dips down to fly over the forest. /Go over there/, they said. /See if they need any help out there on their own,/ they said. /You're the only one who can get there,/ they said.
"Idiots."
He mumbles to himself, stretching out a paw to claw the tops of trees as he passes them out of boredom. Of course no one else could do it, he was the only one with wings for crying out loud. Of course, there was Dispair, but he was off doing whatever the heck he does when not at home. Flapping his wings a little to gain height and craning his neck up, he spots the clearing that the tribe was said to be in. With a soft sigh, he descends through the trees to walk the rest of the way.
As soon as he was close enough to the clearing and could see drakes milling about, he calls out.
"Hello? Hey! I'm here to talk about stuff if you'd be nice enough to not stab me on sight or something!"

The Skull Tribe had little to do that day. There had been a minor festival the night before, and many of the drakes were still bleary-eyed and exhausted from staying up all night partying. Even Seth Haunter, their chieftain, didn't look particularly awake. However, one person had been paying close attention to Flitt's arrival.

'An orange dragon approaches...' he said in a quiet, raspy voice that was somehow both soothing and creepy at the same time. 'What could this mean, I wonder?'

Alerted by the strange drake's muttering, Seth looked up, and was just in time to see Flitt advancing upon the clearing. 'Who walks here?' he shouted.

'He wishes to... talk, Sire,' said the raspy-voiced drake. 'But the stars last night warned me of this... They told me that an orange dragon will come and he will put our entire tribe at great risk... Thus the stars told me... Listen to my prediction...'

'Rikk, your predictions are worth dog crap,' said Seth warningly. He walked past Rikk and went straight up to Flitt. 'Who are you and why did you come here?'

He paces on the spot slightly, a little suspicious of the conversation he hadn't heard.
"Well uh, basically, I've been sent from this place called The Sanctuary, I don't know if you've ever heard it, it's a very secret and secluded place where this god...of sorts gets his demigod kids...of sorts to protect magical creatures and stuff and save 'em from evil and all that, and I got told to come and find you lot to see if, y'know, and humans are trying to mug you off or something, or if you need any help."
Flitt doesn't sound all to enthralled to be there, lazily flicking his tail side to side.
"Oh, and my name is Flitt. Easy to remember."

//Suspicious,// Seth thought. //Very suspicious. He just came here to see if we needed any help?// For a moment, his mind went back to Rikk's 'prediction', and that immediately made him decide that Flitt could be trusted. Rikk never said anything believable, in his opinion.

'Very nice to meet you, Flitt,' he said, with a small nod. 'As a matter of fact, we could use some help. But we'll get to that in a minute. My name's Seth, Seth Haunter. Chieftain of the Skull Tribe.' He gripped Flitt's front paw in his own and shook it.

In the background, Rikk stood up and made his way over. Beads and tooth necklaces clattered around his neck. His expression was impossible to make out behind his skull mask, but one of his ears was pricked curiously.

'Oh, and that's Rikk Skullspirit, our resident... shaman,' said Seth, with obvious dislike.

"Nice to meet you too."
He says with a slight nod, trying to be as friendly as possible as they shook paws. Flitt looks at Rikk with interest and slight suspicion.
""Shaman"? Isn't that jusy a fancy, easy way of saying that he's a doctor that tries to read the future?"
He tilts his head in a questioning manner, eyes narrowed slightly.

Seth turned to eye Rikk with barely concealed mistrust. 'Well, yes. He's our fortuneteller. He is no doctor, though. We have other people whose jobs are to heal the sick and injured.'

'Thank you, Haunter. I can introduce myself,' said Rikk, his voice cold. It sounded like how a snake might sound if it could talk. He looked up at Flitt and said, 'I foresaw your arrival, of course. But we don't need your help, or that of the... Sanctuary.'

Seth scowled at Rikk as though he thought otherwise.

A shiver runs down his spine upon hearing Rikk's voice, somehow not expecting someone who looked so eerie to have such a fitting voice.
"Yeah, well, that's good and all, but your man Seth already said that you lot could use some help. What did your foreseeing say about me? Did it say that I was cool?"
He adds that last line with a slight grin.

'That's right, I did say we could use help--' Seth began hotly, but Rikk's voice cut over him.

'I foresaw that a fire dragon could come here and offer us help,' he said. 'Though I also know other things about you... many things...' Though his mask hid his face, Rikk's voice sounded like he was smiling. 'The spirits have told me things about you than surprise me... Yes, very much...'

Seth growled. 'Alright, enough of your nonsense, Rikk. Flitt, do you want to know what we could use help with?'

"Ooo, I wanna know everything. What the spirits told you about me and how I can help."
Flitt paces on the spot a little in excitement, ignoring the part of his brain screaming at him to be wary of the weird skull-faced drake - perhaps this little adventure would be better than he thought.
"If the spirits have something to say to me, I wanna hear it! An-and, I want to help, because I'm a good helper."

'Perhaps I will tell you...' said Rikk mysteriously. 'For a little payment, of course. Nothing is free...'

Seth seemed to be losing his patience. 'Enough, Rikk! He only just got here, can you at least wait till later before you start demanding money from him?' Turning back to Flitt, he said, 'It's simple. A human - or group of humans - came to our forest last night and stole an object that's very important to us. We think they came from a nearby village, and they probably plan on selling it - it's made of valuable materials. But we need it back.'

Flitt rolls his eyes a little. Of course it was humans.
"Well, I can get that back no problem. I mean, I have wings and I'm...small, so I can find out where it is, grab it, and get the hell out of dodge before they even know I'm there!"
He grins slightly.
"Anyways, what's it look like? What's it made out of?"

'It's an amulet on a chain, both made out of gold, with small pieces of emerald around the edge,' said Seth. As he spoke, he dragged one of his front claws through the earth in front of him, carving a rough drawing of the artifact. 'It's about as big as my paw, and quite heavy. It has magical properties, but you don't need to worry about that.'

Rikk sat down beside him. His concealed eyes never looked away from Flitt, and his tail swished back and forth with unnerving silence.

Flitt stays quiet while Seth talks, tracing his claw in mid-air as he memorizes the drawing. He looks a little concerned when the artifacts magical potential is brought up, but disregards it.
"Got it. Get in there, get the thing, get out. Simple."
He opens his wings to set off, then pauses.
"Wait, where's this place again? Uh, just so I'm not dodging off in the wrong direction."

Seth erased his drawing from existence with a swipe of his paw.

'Rikk will show you the place.'

Rikk's head whipped around to stare intensely at his chieftain. 'Excuse me, Haunter?'

Seth smiled. It was an unpleasant, shark-like smile. 'With your abilities, you must have foreseen which village those humans who took the Guardian Amulet came from. Therefore, you're the only one qualified to help Flitt get there.'

Rikk was ominously silent for a long moment. Then: 'Certainly, Chieftain. I couldn't possibly expect the likes of you to know where they went. Of course, as this tribe's leader, you ought to know how to protect your people from petty thievery... but I daresay you had other things on your mind at the time.'

Seth ignored the insult and turned to Flitt, giving him a sharp nod. 'Rikk will go with you and help you track down these humans, and our treasure. Is that alright?'

Looking between the two as they stare at each other, Flitt groans internally. Of course he'd get stuck with the creepy one, and they're /drakes/, he'll be stuck with him for as long as it takes to walk there and back. His expression shifts from the disgruntled one he had on while thinking to one of slight interest upon realising he's being talked to again.
"Uh, yes. That's okay."
He hadn't heard half of the conversation, but he'd gathered what he thought were the important parts.

'Good luck, then,' said Seth, looking a little apprehensive. Little did Flitt know that the only reason Seth wanted Rikk to go was that he hoped to get rid of him permanently; the chieftain and the fortuneteller had never gotten along well.

Rikk stood up and moved towards Flitt, his ear pricking up as he listened to something in the distance. 'The spirits have not told me anything yet,' he whispered. 'But I am confident that once we start /moving,/ I will know exactly where we should be going.'

The fire dragon steps away from Rikk, giving him a dubious look. He curls his wings back into a comfortable position, but he was anything but comfortable with such a creepy person so close to him.
"Whatever you say. What direction are we heading in? Left, right, up, down, north south east west?"
He says while taking a few steps forwards.

Rikk looked around in a vague, mystical sort of way. 'Northeast calls to me,' he whispered, and immediately began to walk in that direction.

Seth waited until he thought Rikk was out of earshot, then turned to Flitt and said in an undertone, 'Sorry about this, but he shouldn't give you any real trouble.'

"Pssh, don't worry about it. I know how to handle things if he decides to though."
Flitt gives the chieftain a quick grin before trotting over to the side of Rikk, making sure to give a wide range of space between them.
"So, how far away is this place spirit man?"

Rikk didn't answer immediately, then, in a tone of voice that suggested he thought answering was beneath him, he said, 'The nearest village is perhaps half a mile in this direction.' Like Flitt, he was being careful to stay a good distance from the other dragon as they walked .

"Oh, wonderful. Let's get a wriggle on then, I'm sure you don't want my company just as much as you don't."
He grumbles, keeping a brisk pace.
"What are these humans like, anyways? I've never met a full human before, but they're mostly terrible from what I've heard."

Rikk's' ear twitched. He seemed to be fighting between not wanting to talk to Flitt, and his desire to show off his greater knowledge. Eventually he said, 'Humans are variable creatures. I myself have only met the most disgusting ones - lazy, stupid, arrogant, and gullible... But in my dreams I see humans who are kind and good.' He sounded like he couldn't believe it. 'Ridiculous it may seem, but the spirits always have good reason for showing me things.'

"Huh. Cool."
He leaves the conversation there for a moment, then decides that the silence was more unsettling than the drake's speech.
"So, what are these spirits? Are they just sort of general, long dead ones, or some powerful ancestors, or what? It's kinda interesting if you ask me."

'Some of them are spectres of the undead, yes,' said Rikk in a bored voice. 'Others are more like gods, or servants of the gods. They exist in a world far beyond ours. Those who have the power to make contact with them, and ask them for advice, are rare. I have had this ability since the day I hatched - me, alone of all my tribe!' A hint of mocking greed came into the drake's voice. 'You are nothing but a speck of dust in the universe compared to me.'

"Oh, I know how to contact a god! Well, a demigod. Of sorts. Who can contact the god. He's basically my boss but he's way younger than me. It's weird."
Flitt frowns and shakes his head as he talks.
"And anyways, what makes you a bigger speck of dust than the rest of us? Just the fact you can talk to some ghost people?"

Rikk snorted contemptuously at the mention of another god who he hadn't ever heard of before, and said, 'I suppose you're one of those ignorant children who's under the belief that 'everyone is equal' or some other rubbish? Nobody is equal. Some people are better than others, and I am better than you.' He shook his head irritably.

He glares at Rikk for calling him a child /and/ ignorant, his tail end lashing in slight anger.
"Oh yeah? You think you're better than me? At least I don't need to hide behind a mask and pretend I'm all high and mighty."
The fire dragon rolls his eyes as he speaks, bringing his gaze back to the forest in front of them.

The drake said nothing for a while, perhaps not wanting to argue with Flitt. However, a couple of minutes later, the trees in front of them began to thin out, and they could see the shape of a large village or small town nestled at the foot of a massive cliff. On the other side of the place was a river that stretched endlessly into the horizon.

'Behold,' said Rikk softly, with a gesture. 'The town of Overshadow. I consulted with the gods as we walked and this is where they have pointed me...'

"Ooo..."
He jumps up onto a fallen log, as if the extra foot of height would help him see into the town further.
"So, what're we gonna do? Go in there and ask for your thingamabob back or have you asked your mystical guidance for where it is?"
He opens his wings, looking back at Rikk with a slight grin.
"Or do you need some aerial surveillance?"

'No. We will walk into the town together.' Rikk's voice was eerily soft, as if he were conversing with the spirits as they spoke. 'It is a large town. We may have to search for some time before we have any idea where the thieves, or the amulet, might be.' He continued forwards (jumping over Flitt's fallen log) and walked through the entrance to the town.

It looked quite busy inside, with numerous people going about their daily business. The houses were small and arranged in no particular manner, giving the town a 'thrown-together' kind of look.

"Huh. Okay. Lead on, mystery man."
Flitt hops off the log, jogging to catch up to him. Looking about curiously, his eyes narrow slightly, staring at passing humans and feeling slightly unsettled at how fleshy they all were.
"...Hey, won't these humans look at us weird? I mean, we are massive lizards just waltzing into their place."

'No,' said Rikk, in a tone that suggested he thought it was a ridiculous question. 'They know that dragons and other creatures live in this land, just as they do. We might not always decide to walk in their disgusting, polluted towns, but we can if we want to.'

Despite his words, some of the passing humans WERE giving them odd looks, probably because they had never seen a dragon like Flitt before. A small boy of about seven stopped his family to point him out. 'Look, mum! There's a dragon with WINGS!'

"Huh, okay."
He shrugs slightly with a perplexed look on his face, though that quickly changes to a smile as he looks in the boy's direction, lifting a paw to wave kindly at him.
"I'm guessing the only winged creatures these guys have seen are birds and stuff, judging from that. Right?"
Flitt turns his gaze back to Rikk, tilting his head slightly.
"That's kinda weird to think about."

The boy and his younger sister tried to walk up to Flitt, probably wanting to touch him and find out if he was real, but their mother hastily pulled them back and continued walking. Rikk gave them a look of utmost contempt as they passed. Clearly, he wasn't fond of children.

'Where is it...?' he muttered under his breath, staring all around the village as though hoping his lost amulet might fall out of the sky.

"Maybe we could ask someone? Like, "hey, have you seen a spooky amulet anywhere? It's kinda important," y'know?"
Flitt suggests as he cranes his neck to look about, adding a slight hop to his step to try to see further.
"Or...would it be in some sort of important looking place?"

(O I forgot about this.)

'The thieves likely intended to sell the amulet,' said Rikk slowly, wrinkling his nose at Flitt's use of the word 'spooky'. 'I suggest that we investigate jewellery shops and goldsmiths first. It may have been sold to one of them.'

(Oof that's fine)

"Oh, there's an idea."
He nods, trotting ahead a little bit, then turns and looks back.
"Uh, how do we tell which house thing is a jewellery shop?"

'Because it might have the words 'Jewellery shop' over the entrance, or something akin to it. Didn't anybody ever teach you to read?' said Rikk tiredly, as he angled towards a row of large buildings, searching for one. His ears moved like a dog's, pricking up at sudden moments, or twisting sideways to listen to more distant sounds.

"Oh...right. I've never been in an actual town before. And yes, I know how to read!"
His voice changes from embarrassed to slightly angered in the space of a couple of words, starting off ahead in a slight huff, but quickly calms down, his tailtip flicking gently in content as he paces along the row of buildings.

Rikk ignored the younger dragon's sudden change in mood and back again, his attention focused on scanning the various buildings they passed. Suddenly his ears stood up and he pointed with a front claw towards a smaller house, clearly a shop. The front windows were alive with an array of jewels, pendants, necklaces, gemstones, and metal ornaments in a variety of colours and styles.

'That is the place...' said Rikk. 'Now... how should we get inside unnoticed...?' He gazed up at the sky as though expecting the gods themselves to send him an answer.

"Oh, nice."
He mutters as he rejoins Rikk's side, peering in curiously. He wonders for a few silent moments, then blinks and grins, his eyes gaining a dangerously excited glint.
"I can create a distraction."

'What kind of a 'distraction'?' Rikk spoke the last word with heavy contempt in his voice. 'I suppose you could just talk to someone. They might be distracted enough by your face alone...'

"I'm a fire dragon, my hide is especially resistant to fire, which means I could set myself on fire and yell for help and hopefully people will be too distracted by me that they won't notice you snooping about!"
Flitt seems far too excited, talking quickly and pacing in the spot a little. It was something he had always planned to do in a situation like this, but had never had the chance to play it out.

Rikk stared at him for a long moment, then tilted his head to one side in a curious manner and said, 'Yes, you do that. That sounds like an excellent idea.' Of course, he was mostly just hoping that something would go wrong and Flitt wasn't fire-resistant after all, but he didn't say any of that. 'You make your distraction and I'll... investigate this building.'

Grinning, Flitt places himself in view of the window of the shop, sure to catch the attention of whoever within. He takes a quick moment to check there's nothing flammable nearby, and that there was no one watching him prepare his distraction. Flames curl at the corner of his mouth shortly before he breathes fire onto his outstretched wings and body, flapping his wings a little to quicken the spread of fire. He takes a few moments to prepare himself before throwing head head back in a yell, hopping and writhing about.
"AAAAAHHHH SOMEONE HELP ME I'M ON FIRE!"

Rikk slunk around the side of the building, moving like a stealthy cat. As he did so, several customers and the shopkeeper noticed Flitt apparently burning to death outside the window. A few people screamed, and one ran outside and grabbed a hosepipe from somewhere, turning it on and directing the jet of water in Flitt's general direction. Only one person didn't seem concerned, rolling his eyes and saying, 'Dragons are fireproof, you know!' but no-one was paying attention.

While most of the attention was centred on Flitt, Rikk made his way around to another window and climbed inside. He quickly scuttled behind the shop counter, and began casting his gaze around for his stolen amulet.