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[rudelanguage]

But not, uh...not ah... What's the fuckin' word... Not discreetly? Like, not show-ily? [tsk--] Look, you jump real fuckin' high and people're gonna notice that shit!

[oblige]

I can turn into a dragon roughly the size of a bat, after the Earth mission.

[ Be proud of him, Antigone, he did think of the stealth applications. ]

[rudelanguage]

Bullshit. [she doesn't believe!!!]

[oblige]

Why would I lie about Priming in miniature?

[ ...Which implies there's a not miniature option... ]

[rudelanguage]

Why would you tell me now and not before? Huh?

[oblige]

What relevance did it have previously?

[rudelanguage]

Like! Intel! Useful intel! What, like I don't deserve to know I know a tiny-ass dragon unless I'm about to get killed? C'mon! [look, just because SHE is a basket of squirrely secrets doesn't mean HE gets to be! he's the nice one!]

[oblige]

I've not had much occasion to use it since that mission, so admittedly I hadn't thought it bore announcement.

Have I offended you?

[rudelanguage]

Puh. Whatever. It's...whatever. I deserved that, probably.

[oblige]

Deserved what?

[rudelanguage]

I'm the one who doesn't say shit about nothin', so like. You get one. I guess. This is me tryin'a be fair.

[oblige]

I suppose I'm still accustomed to everyone knowing what I can do, for that was what life was for me.

Our experiences have their influence.

[ Hers too. He doesn't fault the secrecy. ]

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, well, here's what I know: Crazy jumps, explodes if drunk, glowy hands...tiny dragon?

[oblige]

I don't literally explode, but...

[ Well, he supposes when she outlines it like that, there is a certain Bahamut-shaped gap.

Here he'd assumed it known. ]

Did you happen to sight the duel between a large dragon and mounted knight, some moons ago?

[rudelanguage]

Uh. Recently? No. Can't say I have.

[oblige]

Several moons ago, but...

[ Alas, it can't be helped. ]

Normally my Eikonic form is substantial.

[rudelanguage]

[it was something of a lie. Pending met a dragon, but...but that was distinctly not Dion. so. so it's only a fake lie! ...sort of? an irrelevant truth!

anyway.] I'm guessing that's your fancy word for bigass fuckoff dragon.

[oblige]

I've never heard it phrased as such, but I suppose yes. That would be Bahamut.

[ It seems a little sacrilegious to call his Eikon that when he was raised in the Greagorian faith, but...eh? Eh. ]

[rudelanguage]

[hey, if any smiting happens? it's Scarlet getting smote. and it'd be informational, at least! but for now, the religion is not in the room with her.

or very patiently staying its hand.]

That's more of the shit that was making your life all lame, wasn't it? [why ask about it? because not asking about it means thinking about the present-tense, and she's really, really fucking tired.]

[oblige]

I wouldn't phrase it in such a way, but it determined the course of my life. Bahamut serves and protects his people.

[ As with those before him, Dion was committed to that duty. ]

I would have eventually fallen in battle or succumbed to lithification.

[rudelanguage]

[in a yawn:] Aaaanother word I don't knowwwww...

[oblige]

[ Fortunately(?) he has been over this before. ]

Petrification?

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[beat.

confused:] You're gonna get petrified? By a dragon?

[oblige]

No, it's an eventual consequence of using magic in my world. Not so in others, it seems.

Priming— transforming frequently would eventually have exacted that toll.

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[gears sluggishly moving.]

...Then youuuu probably shouldn't be doing that. Huh?