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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 20:41:29 GMT -6
Morgan had been mostly holed up in the Laboratory basement for most of every day for the last few months. There were so many projects that needed to be completed, and very little time in the day! One day Morgan raises up from their desk, cracks their back, and glances down at their WATT. "Oh m-my... I was s-supposed to meet with Endymion today- I'm late!" Morgan rushes out, nearly forgetting to snatch their labcoat off of the coatrack on the way out the door. No one questioned them as they rushed away, not even one of the Lab Assistants that they'd been working closely with on the latest project. They were not surprised to see it was night when they stepped out the front door and into the night.
They were, however, surprised to see Endymion standing outside the front entrance of WELP, peering in at them expectantly.[1] [Morgan is using Sever Bond.]
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 20:51:29 GMT -6
Morgan gives a half smile in response to a huff from Endymion, even over their exhaustion. "H-hey Endymion, I uh, no excuses ya know?" They run the palm of one of their hands over their sweaty nape. Endymion doesn't seem to mind. "Don't worry." He says, turning. "You've been quiet lately." He complains. Morgan shuffles beneath one of his great wings, and pulls their cigarette case from one of their labcoat pockets. They run a thumb along the detailing on the edge.
"Ya don't m-mind, d'ya?" Morgan asks, pulling a thin black cigarette from the case pre-emptively.
He rumbles in response. Morgan lights the cigarette with their father's old lighter. They already knew that Endymion most certainly did not approve of this habit, and neither one of them verbally acknowledged it.
"We still have some time to hit the Quest Board like we usually do." The Draconic offers, filling the midnight silence as Morgan pockets the lighter and taking a drag before holding the cigarette between their forefinger and middle finger.
"Only if y-you fly me there." Morgan replies, patting him on the flank as they move back to climb on up.
[2]
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 20:59:30 GMT -6
With this particular pair of bonded, the things that were not said scream more loudly than any of the rather boring conversations they had verbally. Already in the minute or so that Morgan has been outside of the building they'd managed to have three arguments back and forth, and of course there were no winners- no survivors in the war. Endymion acquiesces and drops his wing, and Morgan climbs up with far more grace than any human has any excuse being. They settle theirself between his wings, their slight form leaned against his back comfortably as they gently wrap their fingers in his mane. Morgan relaxes about the same time that the tension in Endymion's shoulders drops.
The human holds the cigarette between their lips, careful. Endymion flaps his wings, and the cherry goes out as he raises into the night sky.
Below them on the sidewalk, a group of scientist step out of the front door and have a rather loud conversation as they watch the pair go.
[3]
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:02:32 GMT -6
Endymion's voice had long since become something that Morgan could hear in their head. The human cannot help but watch the lights in the city whizz past them far below them as they flew. <Morgan, how long has it been since you've even had a proper meal?> He inquires.
The bespectacled human is too entranced by the dark city to really answer. They'd never seen it from this height before. This was the first flight they'd had over it, and it made them feel several things all at once in a sort of sickening kind of way. The first of those was intense protection over their home. It looked so small beneath them, even sprawling as it was. However, they also felt the strange urge to burn it. They had no real means of doing so, and they told theirself that this was what made it okay.
<Down there, Endymion.> Morgan replies, ignoring the question pointedly.
The draconic goes to land near the Quest Board.
[4]
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:06:32 GMT -6
They light down onto the street near the Quest Board with a simple ease. Endymion had obviously been practicing while Morgan was gone. The draconic drops a wing, and Morgan half-tumbled down, landing on their two feet and one hand. They wipe their hand quietly onto their jeans. Endymion doesn't speak about Morgan's strange thoughts at all, and Morgan really doesn't want to answer that question. Both of them were infinitely stubborn.
Finally, Morgan sighs, standing back up. They re-light the cigarette again and move over to the quest board.
"So?" Endymion asks, expectantly.
"Gawsh! F-Fine, like, three days. I have had coffee though." Morgan says to their own defense. Endymion huffs. "L-look, we're really busy at the Lab right now." Morgan said.
Endymion looks like an over-wrought parent at the human, and huffs another very disappointed sound. Morgan ignores him pointedly to look over the Quest Board. They weren't sure if they could deal with his obvious exasperation right now.
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:11:06 GMT -6
The human is a quick reader, if nothing else. It only takes a modicum of time for them to quickly despair. "There ain't s-shit on here." They complain, taking another drag from their cigarette. The draconic rumbles in his chest, looking at Morgan with frustration in his blue eyes. He rumbles a deep noise out from his chest and it nearly has the force of a thunderclap- it isn't even close to a tenth of the noise he can really make, and Morgan trembles with the force of it. "H-hey, we can do something else I-if I don't find shit, okay?" Morgan says to him. Perhaps they were hungry, and it was making them a little more frustrated.
It was quite lucky, they thought, whenever they saw some sort of advertisement for a Theater Group. It was tonight, and in fact only an hour from that moment, by their WATT of course. "W-well, do you want to go see some kind o-of a show?" Morgan asks -the sound coming out from around their cigarette- as they picked off the piece of paper from the board.
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:14:33 GMT -6
The piece of paper itself was of no note, and really Morgan wasn't the biggest fan of Theater. They had several memories of going to see it with their father when they were young and they hated it most of the time. It took up a lot of time, most of it was super pretentious, and they had to be quiet. They really would have preferred to have went out to do something fun with their dad. Some of their worst memories were sitting in a velvet-covered seat in a group of a crap ton of stuffy people that their dad knew, having to be on 'best behavior' (meaning, act like an heir should) in the process. Just thinking about it made Morgan frustrated. However, there wasn't much to be had otherwise, and they figured that if a young theirself had to deal with it- then they were going to inflict it on Endymion too. It was practically a Right-family Tradition at this point to have to deal with the pretention at least one point.
When Morgan thought that, Endymion made a sound mentally that was suspiciously like a distraught groan.
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:18:23 GMT -6
"What, d-don't like that Idea?" Morgan asks him, voice haughty. "W-we got to leave now, or we 'ent going to make it i-in time." Morgan says, walking back towards him. They pinch out the cigarette and toss the butt into a nearby trash can before they begin to put the address into their WATT. It was just off of the Park it looked like, probably on the Park Grounds now that they thought about it.
Endymion harrumphs, taking a great breath into his chest to do it. "I think I'll like it, for one." He says.
Morgan shrugs. "It's down by the park, I- uh, Know where it is." They pat him on the flank again, and he drops a wing so that the blonde human could climb up. "If you do wind up liking it, t-though, you'd have gotten along more w-with my Dad than I probably would, if he were still around an' all."
It was an acquiescence of Morgan's own, one that stung at their own heart. Endymion accepts it for what it is; a win for him.
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:22:15 GMT -6
The flight this time is less quiet, and less guarded. Morgan was entranced by the city again, and how could they not be? <So, you really haven't flown over the City before?> Endymion asks, as if he had done it more than once. Morgan searches for a moment, mentally wordlessly, and gathers the information that he apparently had. <Not fair!> Morgan shoots him mentally. The draconic let loose a noise that was Draconic Laughter.
<No, I haven't.> Morgan admits. <Waar can fly, but he's... Well, you've heard me talk about him.> Morgan says. Flying Waar over the City would most likely terrify more than one denizen or two.
<I see.> Endymion answers. It takes far too little time for them to get to the park, and Morgan signals for him to land near where an outdoor theater was lit up against the night sky, creating a ton of light pollution in the process much to Morgan's consternation. They had been half tempted to ask him to simply fly, even though the production was about to start.
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Post by Morgan on Aug 31, 2021 21:26:38 GMT -6
Endymion lets Morgan down, dropping a wind for them as he typically did. He turns to look his human in the eye with obvious fondness. <We can go flying later?> He offers, a peace offering. Morgan allows a soft smile to grace their lips, and then they cough and look away, pushing their glasses further up their nose. "Sure, but uh, I think we need to eat first. After the p-p-production." They say, voice low. They both turn towards the seating. Morgan selects a seat on the back row so that Endymion can sit behind them on the grass. There wasn't a huge crowd.
"Are they not good?" Endymion asks, worriedly.
"Ah, they're a-uh, a n-new group." Morgan says. "I ain't heard o' em before." They say. "Apparently they want press."
"I gather you can give them that." Endymion half asks, half-jests.
"I guess." Morgan admits. "I really don't want to think about work right now."
The production begins, and as expected- Endymion is rapt with attention, curious about humanoid cultures. Morgan falls asleep halfway through, head leaned back on Endymion's shoulder.
[10] - [Done]
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Post by NPC on Oct 12, 2021 16:01:15 GMT -6
Congratulations, you've successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to your bank shortly.
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