#sunbrand

[i-guess-im-making-this-happen]

Some character summaries for the first book.

Laika - One of the countless Fellbound, people who were killed in a demonic war, used as vessels, and discarded. Her idealistic hopes struggle to remain above-water and she has self-destructive tendencies. Her mental state is often something between internal screaming and "*inhale* boi".

Anzar - An older man Fellbound man, former soldier, and possibly holder of the most brain cells in this post. He's the most likely to try to succeed in telling Laika to stop when she has a bad idea.

Adryssa - Anzar's "widow", because technically her husband died but then he got better, but also he's still dead. She considers herself lucky that she can still be with her husband, but struggles with the existential crises that come with it. She's confident and stubborn when Anzar tries to protect her.

Asta - A young adult who only only just left her sheltered upbringing and is excited to see the world. She didn't experience the war and doesn't have the usual negative impression against the Fellbound, but also lacks some social grace. She can be unintentionally invasive, but she is also polite and sincere. She's a Sariel, aka a healer with the temple of Living Elements.

Luneth - One of Laika's closest living friends and an Eladriel, aka a paladin or knight specifically aligned with the temple of Living Elements. He is derided by his peers for maintaining his friendship with Laika. He's the kind of guy who would drop wojaks and deus vult memes in the group chat without knowing the context, but also sets confederate flags on fire. He's an exhausting friend.

Corryn - We're entering the Asshole Zone now. He's another Eladriel and Asta's older cousin.I don't know what to call him other than a tsundere, but for human rights. "I'm doing you a favor... b-but not because I think you're a person or anything!"

Sunbrand - A member of the Dawnblade, an antagonistic inquisitorial force. He is a stabby individual who would shank Laika in an alley if he thought he could get away with it. Laika has to get used to the fact that he could always be watching her.

Kalias - High Azriel, aka leader of the temple's battle-casters. He has such politician energy. I would not trust him with my drink order.my

[introspective-oc-aes]

CONTINGENCY CODE: SOLAR CELL

IMPORTANT TIP: NEVER ENGAGE A BRAND-BEARER ALONE! ASK AN ENFORCER FOR HELP!

[autumnalhalcyon]

rise and grind, comrades

Maple Sunbrand, Cedar Silverbeam and Ace Batchburg respectively for anyone who wants to know

[prcject-utcpia]

Cedar hits send on their latest text to their "Brand bud".

"Can we meet up? I've got some questions about the city, and I'd rather get the info from someone I can trust."

The past few days had gone rather... predictably. Cedar had made headway. At least it seemed that way. The Moon-bearer had managed to track down and neutralize increasing numbers of the Kingpin's goons.

Each encounter kept pitting them against higher numbers and tighter escape windows as the authorities stayed on high alert, but the scent had begun to thin. The street filth had begun to wise up, and any leads provided by their tactical database were growing less and less accurate.

And so, the Moon-bearer one more needed to rely on help. Speaking of...

"Absolutely! I'll bring Aspen too. They're better with directions from the ground than me >_<" Comes the response.

Cedar snorts at the admission. Certainly the deer was welcome. The more info the Moon-bearer could gather the better, even if it wasn't directional info they needed.

Another text from the Sun-bearer is received: "we're going to the café this time, btw."

The address is linked.

"Ugh, fair enough," they mutter to themselves. In the very least they weren't digging into potentially classified information... at least, they assumed not...

The dragon sat up in their hotel bed. The third such arrangement since arriving. It helped keep interlopers off their back, and made it difficult to keep track of their whereabouts. Especially when being booked into multiple hotels at once, under different names, all on Bloodmoon Tactical's dime.

Cedar threw on their jacket, slipped on their shoes, and, with a weary sigh, steps out of the door to their suite.

"...A little out of the way, isn't it?"

Cedar stood out front of a cozy-looking building close to the edge of the city. The skylights on the sloped roof seemed to run half of the way across the top of the building. And that wasn't even to mention the immense windows.

"And that's why we opted to take the tram," Aspen chides, sticking their tongue out at the Moon-bearer. "Either way, just look at the place! It's gonna be fantastic!"

Silver eyes twitch as they read the foliage-covered sign: 'Sunstone Café'.

"Oh I'm looking, and I'm thinking I probably should've brought sunglasses..." Cedar retorts.

This draws a snort from Maple, who beckons their blue counterpart with a small wave.

"Oh don't worry, there's a lovely little corner away from the Big Bad Sun," the Sun-bearer teases, joining Aspen in their tongue display. "Plenty of shade for brooding dragons of the night."

Cedar rolls their eyes and moves to follow.

"I don't think anything about you could be considered big or bad," the Moon-bearer retorts.

When the trio steps inside, they emerge into a space filled to the brim with all manner of plantlife. Whether in pots, planters, and vases, all seemed to be thriving in such bright environs.

Maple, who had simply ignored Cedar's jab before, looks back to find their compatriot's eyes squinted to hell in the sunshine, face scrunched like they had soap in their eyes.

"...U-um." The Sun-bearer attempts to hide their grin with a hand. A gesture the other clearly notices, based on the flattening of their ears.

Aspen meanwhile, taps the bell at the front counter with a gentle chime, and within a few moments, an ancient, whithered old opossum woman shuffles out from the back. At the sight of the trio, she breaks into an immense grin.

"Aspen! Maple! It is so good to see you, my darlings~!" She effuses, prompting bashful grins from the pair. Maple scratches at their cheek while Aspen's tail flicks as they avoid the woman's gaze.

"And you have brought a new friend!" She notes enthusiastically. She adjusts the tiny glasses at the end of her nose. "...though clearly they are unaccustomed to the sun."

"...Great. Glad everyone's noticed," Cedar deadpans, making a visor over their eyes to see.

The short geriatric gives a jolly guffaw.

"Why of course, deary~! But do not fear, Granny has the perfect seat for you!" She pokes a gentle pointer finger at the young dragon's snout, and leads the trio to a darker corner of the shop, away from windows and surrounded by large leafy foliage.

"Now take a seat, dearie, and I will have Lark come and take your orders!" Granny procures a menu with her prehensile tail, and places it on the table.

As she begins to hobble away, Cedar's face softens at the geriatric marsupial's demeanor. The corner of their mouth threatens to tug into a smile.

At least. Until they turn around and lay eyes upon their counterpart and the deer simultaneously making motions with their arms toward the table.

"Sit, siiiiiiit~" the pair gesticulate mischievously. The Moon-bearer squints at the strange, almost ritualistic display.

"...The hells are you two buffoons doing?" The blue dragon questions, a single pierced ear twitching in irritation. "Has your shared braincell finally shorted out?"

"It's your initiation~" Maple wobbles, their undulating arms waving faster.

"INITIATION!" Aspen echoes, following suit with the Sun-bearer.

The beast-dragon crosses their arms, brow twitching. If their goal was to get on Cedar's nerves, it was certainly working, even if they couldn't help but try to fight off a confused-yet-bemused grin in the process. Though... judging from the order of things, they had a feeling they knew who the ringleader of this clown show was...

A sky-blue blur whips out from behind Cedar, swiping at leg-height and taking Maple's legs out at the knees, sending the Sun-bearer crumpling to the ground in a heap. Aspen ceases their waving immediately, a cry of shock bursting from the deer's lungs as their friend is absolutely bodied.

The red dragon is back on their feet immediately however, hackles raised, and fists clenched.

"What's the big idea, jackass?!" Maple fires, fangs bared. "Here I was layin out the red carpet for ya and everything!!"

Not one to be outdone, Cedar's head is immediately butting against the Sun-bearer's, a wide grin betraying their mischief as the pair lock proverbial horns with each other.

"Really?! I could've sworn it was just the mold spores finally eating what's left of your puny brain, melonhead!" Cedar retorts, fur bristling with static.

"Frosted tips!" Maple shoots back, hair fluffing up with their raising temperature.

"Cocky showboater!"

"Static sourpuss!"

"Coronal egotist!"

A new voice suddenly rings out:

"ENOUGH!"

The bickering Brand-bearers are both whapped upside the head with a rolled up magazine, snapping the pair out of their row.

"No fighting in the café! Now you can either sit, or you can leave!"

Rubbing their heads from the paperback assault, gold and silver eyes look up to see their assailant - a chubby red panda in a sweater and beanie - crossing their arms, jaw set and eyes burning with righteous fury.

"It's alright, Lark!" Aspen chimes in, shooting their new friends a pointed death-stare. "They were just about to sit down and pick out their orders~!"

The deer's stiff smile suggested that if the red and blue dragons were to get themselves kicked out, that the gardener would simply be sipping tea and laughing at them from inside the shop.

The dragons both mutter brief apologies to their server, and slip into the deeply shaded table along with Aspen, with Cedar at the back of the table and the others at either side of them. Lark, seeing this, merely huffs, shoulders relaxing as the trio briefly scan the menu.

"Not to be basic-" Maple starts.

"Too late," Cedar interjects.

"NOT. TO BE. BASIC," the Sun-bearer repeats, enunciating each word slower this time and louder. "But I'm thinkin' of pumpkin spice. Iced, please."

Lark writes down the order, face already aging past their fluffy, red panda youthfulness.

"And you all?" Lark asks, pointing the magazine at the other pair.

"I think... hot chocolate will do for me," Aspen decides. "Thank you, Lark!"

A bemused noise escapes the server, and their face softens. They nod at the deer, before turning lastly to the dragon.

"...I think I'll have what Aspen's having," Cedar decides. The deer nods in approval, and Lark writes the order down.

"Alright," the server states, voluminous tail swaying gently behind them. "I will have the order out soon. Behave yourselves."

Lark steps away, their gaze lingering on the rambunctious dragons before stepping around the corner.

Maple side-eyes Aspen, arms crossed and tail slapping against their chair.

"...Why was I the only one kneecapped, Cedar?" The dragon questions after a moment.

"Thrown under the bus?!" Aspen exclaims, snagging a sugar cube from the bowl on the table, chucking it at the Sun-bearer in retaliation.

"GWEURGH?!" It gets caught in Maple's nostril, much to their shock and horror. Holding the other nostril, they blow through their nose, having the unintended effect of launching the sweetener like a cannon, straight into the side of Cedar's head.

Cedar, catches the nasal projectile, vaporizing it in their fist in a silvery flash of lightning.

"If you wanna take this outside so badly, you could just say so, you incandescent toad!"

"I wasn't trying to hit you, ya self-important knife juggler!"

"FOCUS, damnit!" Aspen forces, drawing the pair's attention. Lark, who had begun to peek around the corner, slooooowly slid back out of sight.

"You had questions, right Cedar?" The deer continues, prompting both dragons to visibly relax.

The Moon-bearer sighs, rubbing their temples.

"What do you both know about the history of Eclipse City?" Cedar starts, their silver gaze moving from Maple to Aspen and back again.

The latter two give each other a look, brows furrowing. Maple's jaw sets, Aspen's eyes scrunch. The red dragon nods at the deer.

"...There isn't a lot publicly available, but we can definitely explain what we can," Aspen starts, green eyes look over the Moon-bearer, seemingly gauging their reaction.

"Hey," Maple chimes, looking between the other dragon and the ungulate. "Either of y'all have a pad of paper? I'm gonna make a rough map to reference."

Aspen nods. "Good idea. I think I have a dinky little- here it is."

They manage to fish a small pad of lined sticky notes from their cargo pocket, sliding it over to the Sun-bearer.

"Thanks, Aspen. Please continue."

As Maple pulls a pen from their jacket pocket, their ungulate friend nods, turning back to the other Brand-bearer.

"...Anyway, so as far as records publicly show, Eclipse City was founded about two hundred years ago."

Cedar's face scrunches a bit, head tilting.

"...Exactly," Aspen seemingly confirms for the beast-dragon. "All records seem to stop at approximately 1924 PFR."

"Post First Razing..." Cedar muses. "But... the city's been around longer than that."

"Exactly," Aspen repeats emphatically. "And to be frank, I only know that much because of Maple."

"The closer you live to the mountains, the more outsiders you tend to meet, and the less people feel constrained by inner-city censorship," Maple clarifies, not taking their eyes from the scribbled map they were working on.

"Maple used to live in Column Ward, next to the Dozen Bet. There was a town there before-"

The dragon's scribbling stops, and golden eyes shoot Aspen a look.

"...before it burned down and was abandoned," the ungulate finishes, prompting Maple to silently continue their amateur cartography.

Cedar mentally notes the strange exchange, folding their fingers over each other.

"Everything available after that is relatively easy to find on Roulette, but to be quick, a lot of the population started out in Anchor and Boxcars Wards, but started spreading quickly toward the Dragon's Hand."

Maple's scribbling stops once more, turning the paper around and sliding it to the center of the table.

"We're here now..." A gilded claw taps a point in the most north-eastern area of the map, labeled as 'Sunstone Café'.

"Aspen and I took the bullet tram to get here from Anchor Ward, here..." their claw taps the secondmost western ward, where a bridge is depicted leading out to the furthest ward to the west.

"Yeah, I flew here. I could gather that much, what's your point?" Cedar questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Just trying to help illustrate the scope of expansion. Did you notice how much of Burn Ward was dedicated to renewable energy production?"

"...Yeah. The entirety of the Dime Line and Felt rivers' northern shores were littered with hydroelectric dams, not to mention the sheer volume of solar panels could constitute a desert..." Cedar muses, recalling the density of wind turbines, as well as the smattering of nuclear reactors dotting the landscape in addition to the other power sources they mentioned.

"Every single project there is under a decade old," Maple elaborates. "Batchburg Enterprises didn't start building visible power plants until Ace got put in charge."

"Up until 2114, the entirety of Burn Ward was practically undeveloped land, with the exception of a few ski resorts," Aspen expounds, giving a side eye to the scaled dragon.

Cedar's entwined fingers mesh and lock together, eyes closing in thought.

"...You're implying there's a conspiracy," the Moon-bearer states frankly.

"We've got a friend looking into specifics," Aspen confirms. "But what we've found so far connects some dots with older public records, all of which referencing an event locally known as the 'Razing War'."

"Y'know how Aspen said Eclipse City expanded from Anchor and Boxcar Wards?" Maple continues.

Cedar nods, brow furrowing.

"Me and them went digging through some old buildings looking for tunnels and bunkers," the scaled dragon recalls, before leaning forward conspiratorially. "We ended up finding a whole damn undercity."

Silver eyes widen.

"...An undercity? With Razing War tech?"

Aspen nods. "That, and some poor fired Batchburg intern set up a cloud server down there filled to the brim with ancient files."

"...They were using Brand-bearers as living-fuckin-batteries," Maple growls. Cedar winces at the very thought. "Ace seemed to think better on just how bad an idea that is after his pops got caught trying to set up a new one."

"...Caught? In what?"

The pair are quiet for a moment.

"...An explosion," the crimson dragon eventually decides.

"...So you both find an undercity," Cedar recaps, hands pantomiming their thought trail. "There's a poorly placed cloud server that you pulled data from, and you found evidence that our predecessors were being used as batteries to power the city..."

The pair nod along as the Moon-bearer collects their thoughts.

"...And... what. You think there's more to discover about the city's hidden past?"

"Aspen thinks there might even be Pre-Razing war records in there somewhere," Maple confirms. "Not much else to do about it but to wait for our guy to sort out trash from treasure."

Cedar exhales a breath they didn't even realize they were holding as their hands unclench. They flop back in their seat, tail swinging below them.

If this undercity had this many secrets hidden within... chances are, there could be ways around the two biggest wards that the assassin had never even considered. If they could find more ways in, not only could they move undetected by locals, it could very well be the break they were looking for in their search. It would certainly explain how Maple and Aspen had conveniently been in the exact location they had hunted those two gang thugs a few days prior...

But even moving beyond the undercity's implications for their mission, it held even graver ones for them and Maple especially... Was that why the Sun-bearer was so hesitant to discuss what they knew? Did they get attacked by someone trying to capture them?

It had to be the reason why they had been so relieved to find another Brand-bearer alive...

'Alive and free'.

Pieces were starting to click together... But ultimately, they were pieces that could wait until after their mission was complete.

For now, however, the sickly sweet scent of cocoa wafted forth from an approaching be-sweatered red panda, and it was calling their name.

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[shalandrassil]

also the reason why Gloom’s eyes are red there is bc he’s a san’layn, basically nasty vampire man is married to hot paladin flashlight dude

[zanpyreanor]

Tyan Sunbrand, an old and grumpy priest, sat with a lap-table on his legs in a large tent, quill in one hand and inkwell in the other, one of his hands illuminated his paper as he composed a note. He wrote, “Tonight, the remnants of the Sunbrand Family gained a new member, the man formerly named Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart. My adoptive son, Danil Sunbrand came to me and asked me to travel to the other side of Azeroth and perform a wedding for my elder brother and his birth father, Rialius Sunbrand.”

“There was a time when my elder brother felt he lost everything. His wife died before the fall leaving him a widower, then he believed his family all died to the scourge. To save innocent people from the Legion he sacrificed his soul--his life, his future, everything he ever was, everything he ever could be, all because he had nothing left to lose. And it seems in this sacrifice and in his suffering, and in his duty, he found something. Kinship, another damned soul that understood, that harmonized, and the potential to heal some of their deepest wounds.”

“His other was a common man, a sailor, who returned to Quel’thalas after the Scourge attack with supplies for a noble house to find the port and city ablaze. They gave  the supplies to those in need and sheltered who they could on their ship. With nothing left to lose, his family annihilated, Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart also found himself among the Illidari, and found my brother.”

“Tonight I performed the ceremony, on a dock, by moonlight, overlooking a calm lake, with special vows; vows to help each other cope in the eternal wars with their inner demons, and a solemn vow to end the other with honor and dignity should one of them ever lose that war. It was a morbid promise, but a meaningful one. Perhaps it was romantic in some twisted way.” 

“My brother was more alive than he has been in years tonight and I pray that he has finally found what he has been looking for, so he can finally be whole.”

[ramtlers]

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[alexpunkkid]

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Race: Half-Orc

Class: Palladian

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Sexuality: pansexual

Position: switch

Preferred weapon: War Hammer

Height: 6'5

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[autumnalhalcyon]

srfdthfrygd tough characters that absolutely deflate when they encounter any kind of bug thing are fun to write

[prcject-utcpia]

"Ugh... the hell is blocking the road?" Maple groans, eyes fluttering open. "...We literally JUST got on the bus, too..."

Outside of the bus, traffic had ground to a complete halt. Ahead was a veritable crime scene, yellow caution tape and security vehicles now create a barrier, through which none can cross. Security officers mill about, taking questions from a pair of worse-for-wear street thugs - a woman and a feline - both of them in cuffs.

"...Come on, guys, we just want to-" Aspen's complaint trails off, green eyes widening. "...Maple. Holy shit, it looks like this place was a warzone..."

The dragon cranes their head to look out the windshield.

"...Gods above and below..." the Sun-bearer remarks, taking in the sight of scorches and gouges in the terrain. "...What happened here...?"

Just then, one of the security officials seem to catch Maple in their sights - at least, judging from the helmet staring them down - and wave for a second officer before walking toward their bus.

"...Fuck me gently with a chainsaw," the dragon swears, gritting their teeth. It's profilin' time.

The door opens, and a voice calls in.

"Maple Sunbrand, Citizen ID 01996777B, please exit the vehicle for questioning."

Aspen's brow furrows as the dragon shakily stands.

"Please don't go and get yourself arrested," the deer warns, prompting a smirk from their friend.

"Even in this state, they couldn't book me if they wanted to."

The officer speaks up again.

"Maple Sunbrand. Comply with our instructions, and step off of the bus."

The dragon snorts, and rolls their eyes as they step toward the doors to the bus.

"I heard ya the first time, ya power-tripping donut munchers!"

The officers step back as the grinning dragon steps off of the bus, tail swinging, hands in their pant pockets. One of the officers activates a device on their padded left bracer. From a hexagonal node sprouts a magenta riot shield.

Posturing little prick.

"So is there a reason you're draggin me out here?" Maple questions, side-eyeing the pair in front of them. "'Cause I just hauled ass up a monster fuckin' staircase and I'd really just like to go home."

The third officer on the scene, standing off and away from the pair harassing the Brand-bearer, seemed to tense up at the sound of their voice.

The officer with the riot shield scoffs, lifting a baton that lights up with a similarly magenta energy, pointing it at the dragon who doesn't even blink at the threatening gesture.

"We'll be asking the questions, Branded. You just answer 'em nice and calm-like."

Maple simply snorts at the bad-cop act.

"Now now, I'm sure you're perfectly willing to answer our questions, so don't worry about him," the other officer 'reassures' them.

"Yeah, sure. As funny as the 'good cop, bad cop' routine is, I'd rather get to the point anyway."

"Tch... noted."

Maple's tail swings behind them, golden eyes moving between the two in front of them. They've both tensed since their first encounter.

"Now, Mister-"

"Mx."

"-Sunbrand, IF that is your real name-"

"Real name, fake title."

"-SHUT UP." Bad cop's grip tightens around his baton, and they almost lift it. "Shut your FUCKING flame hole before I shut it for you!"

Good cop lifts an arm in front of bad cop, prompting the other pig to back off. Maple's smirk merely widens in response to the display.

"Wow, you are terrible at this," the dragon taunts, prompting a growl from bad cop.

"...Now, Mx Sunbrand," good cop continues, ignoring the provocation entirely. "Do you know why we called you out here?"

He gestures toward the dragon's scratched and battered current appearance. Maple merely looks down at themselves, then back up at the failed buddy cop duo in front of them.

"Not a clue, ossifer," they respond flippantly. "I just assumed y'all wanted to push someone around, and I just happened to win the raffle."

A sigh from good cop.

"...No. We called you out here, because your appearance matches the description of the assailant of these two fine citizens."

Maple raises an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"Well..." the officer hesitates a moment. "The victim testimony describes a dragon in a black jacket and jeans, and you look like-"

"Wasn't me," the Sun-bearer cuts. "And additionally, ya know there's gotta be at least a few thousand dragons living here in Eclipse City, right?"

Good cop seems to wince behind his visor. Bad cop grips his weapon tighter.

"We come in all different colors, too. Get something more concrete than 'uncommon people group in common-ass outfit' before draggin people off of busses."

They turn on their heels, before taking a step back toward the bus. Bad cop interposes his baton between them and the bus. The third officer jerks upright as Maple gives a menacing sneer out of the side of their face at bad cop.

"...You'd better fuckin' move that weapon, bacon grease," the dragon warns, the rising heat warping the air around them.

"You're not going nowhere, you incandescent freak," bad cop retorts.

"DO NOT ENGAGE THE BRANDED, SARGEANT! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" The third officer calls out from behind.

"You'd best listen to your betters, Officer Oink," Maple taunts, a dim glow radiating from their eyes. "I doubt you and your double-negatives have the high school reading level to take me on."

Bad cop, seemingly unable to hold back any longer, lets out a bellow, and swings at the dragon, who ducks down onto one foot, harmlessly out of the way.

"Oooh, seems I struck a nerve!"

They make a low, 360 spin, smacking bad cop's feet out from under him with a powerful swipe of their tail. The Brand-bearer bounces immediately back up and, before the cop can begin his descent, they snap their leg forward, unleashing a powerful kick into the ill-tempered man, sending him tumbling ass-over-tea-kettle across the asphalt.

Good cop, witnessing this, seems to decide he stands a better shot against a Brand-bearer who hasn't even started trying, and ignites the metal strips on his knuckles, lighting his fists up with magenta crackles of energy.

A right hook is deftly dodged by weaving left, then ducking beneath a left hook, and with a twirl, ducks a third punch, and following up with the pommel of a golden spear in good cop's gut. Maple then swings the spear, slamming into the officer and knocking him into the air and onto his back.

They take a step forward, spear over their shoulder, leering down at the twitching, pained duo.

"Looks like I just hit a grand slam~!" Maple quips, prompting bad cop to groan and attempt to sit up.

"That is enough, you two!" Officer three rushes forward, standing been the dragon and the world's worst comedy routine.

"They aren't the culprit. You had no reason nor imperative to attack the Sun-bearer," Pig three reprimands.

"Even if they were, you KNOW it's against protocol, and now you've seen exactly why!"

"Aw, I'm flattered! Y'all made an entire protocol around me!" Maple jibes.

"You stay out of this. Also leave, you never should have been dragged off that bus."

The dragon snorts, their spear dissipating as they turn to finally re-board their ride home with a bemused wave.

"That's what I've been saying, but thanks for acknowledging it!"

Upon reaching their seat, the dragon flops onto the worn leather and groans.

"Looks like you had fun, at least," Aspen intones. "Good news, though... they're just going to u-turn and take us back another way."

"Oh thank every single god..."

The dragon's eyes flutter shut as the bus begins moving once more.

Cedar opens the door to their new room. A hotel across town from their previous room thankfully had the discretion to avoid asking stupid questions like "Why do you smell like burnt fur," or "How did you get these scrapes and cuts and burns".

They kick off their shoes, cerulean canvas sneakers striking the wall with a pair of thumps as they pull a strip of metal that expands into a blood-red tablet of hardlight. A fresh set of clothes manifests on the bed. Thankfully, agents of their caliber were afforded Hammerspace Cards to help make missions easier.

Entering the suite's bathroom elicited a sigh of relief... a bath tub, and a large one at that, would make this a far more relaxing night than the previous one.

They'd turn on the water, spraying in a large globule of bubble bath solution, and letting the tub fill. When ready, they'd step in, sinking down to let warm, clean water soak through bloodied, matted fur, with a sigh of relief.

This was a far better setup than they had back at base...

Their eyes flutter closed, as they sit enjoying the fragrant fruits of their violent labors...

Fresh, clean, and newly dry, the lightning dragon slips a shirt down over the thin, well-kempt horizontal scars on their chest, their newly washed fur fluffing out of the sleeves before slowly calming back down.

Swiping up their phone from the bed, the dragon pulls up a pizza delivery app, and taps away an order before flopping onto their back into fresh sheets.

Picking up the remote to the television, they turn it on, news footage cutting to an overhead view of... wouldn't you know it. Their most recent hunting ground. Scowling, they move to change the channel, but pauses when a photo of Maple is flashed onto the screen.

"...resented phone camera footage showing Batchburg Security officers, trying to rough up a local legend who was just trying to catch a bus," the reporter drones.

"...Oh my fucking gods," they spit.

As footage plays, showing a pair of cops getting thrashed from the vantage point of a bus window, Cedar is lost in thought. This... stupid fucking Brand-bearer kept arriving to every single hunting ground the Moon-bearer went to so far. If this jackass wasn't careful, they could risk taking the fall for their mission.

While the idea of getting off scott-free with some other asshole being pegged was typically a dream come true, the idea of this particular asshole being pegged caused their chest to seize up. Ah. This seemed to be the grand, human emotion Maple was calling "friendship".

The blue dragon groans, and grabs their phone once more. The Sun-bearer's contact is selected, and clawed hands tap away.

"Hey, I'm watching the news. Don't get your ass arrested for shit you didn't do." And send text.

A knock rings out. The dragon sniffs into the air, and delectable tomato and garlic waft through the door to the suite.

Pizza.

They leap out of bed, rushing to the door, and swing it open.

"Mochi?"

The dragon nods, recognizing their alias. Taking the pizza and giving a brief thanks, they close the door, failing to notice a tiny metal orb hover in on what had to be the world's smallest propeller.

They set the box down next to their phone, opening the steaming box just as they notice a notification pop up on their phone from Maple.

"I sure am trying, but same goes for you, Sparky xD"

Cedar snorts at their newly assigned nickname. They pick up their phone to type a response.

"I'm not the one fighting cops in the street, Brand-bud. Now shush and let me eat my pizza in peace."

Sent.

They toss their phone to the side, and pull a slice of cheesy tomato goodness from its cardboard prison.

The world's smallest drone sets down across the room. A lens begins to focus in on this strange new arrival to town...

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