[open] the dawn is breaking

[encourage]

Who: Those participating in the Paradisa Scouts plotline!
What: As dawn breaks after the Sunday evening meteor showers,
When: Monday morning, 10/17
Where: Anywhere you're at, that's where we are!
Rating: PG-Ridiculous

[ The sun breaks over the mountains, light cascading across the lands with long fingered shadows shivering as they're forced back from their choke-hold over everything. Bright as this message should be, it seems like some of those who lay in their beds, moved around their rooms, or otherwise existed in the usual state of things found part of them, too, reluctant to greet the dawn.

Thoughts of irritation, or dastardly deeds, stir in those minds, soon to find ways out into reality. These people find there are other names they wish to go by, powers they had never had before blossoming and demanding to be used.

But dark powers aren't the only ones stirring around Paradisa and the City Royale. For a few, this dawn brings a greater joy and calling than any they've known before. The calling... to the Light Rock Warriors, Defenders of Justice, and Paradisa Scouts. Forces of Darkness, beware! You're not the only transforming, pseudonymous people waking up today! ]

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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

He nods to her, still wholly undisturbed by the attitude. If she hadn't eliminated him before what with all of the excuses he'd given her to do just that, he figured he still had a few lives yet. Unfortunately, he was never taught not to play with fire.

"Of course, my lady. And what is our task for today?"

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

She seems satisfied by that response. Or, at the very least, satisfied enough to stop addressing him with a cold tone and regarding him with a vaguely judgmental stare out of the corner of her eye.

Maybe flattery really does get you everywhere. That's probably why he's still alive.

A hand dives into one of her pockets, and soon emerges with a cigarette lighter. She silently fiddles with it between her fingers as she slides into a state of contemplation.

"Have you ever wanted..." There's a pause as a click from the lighter produces a small flame. "... to watch something burn?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

He smirks at the question. He follows her movements with an admiring eye.

"I can think of a few moments."

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

For the first time, something crosses over her normally expressionless face. It's... almost something like a smirk. Or half of a smirk. But, whatever it is, she's as close to being amused by the prospect as she is by anything.

"So can I."

Another casual flick of the lighter, and the flame is gone. Casual, but with a purpose. She's not interested in just standing around here and talking all day.

"We need a plan."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

He makes a face at the word plan. "I'm not a planning man, remember? I just execute them. Wouldn't want a repeat of last time.

"But depending on how big a bonfire we're talking, I think I might know of someone who can help. Whether he wants to or not."

He's remembering what that weird talking pony told him. There's a baby dragon (or easily manipulated fire breather) here.

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

Well, if there's anything to catch her interest, it's that. In fact, she's so interested she'll even turn around to face him directly this time. She can't exactly cause a bonfire of epic proportions armed only with a cigarette lighter, now can she?

"And who would that be?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

There's the reaction he's been looking for. He suddenly looks very pleased with himself.

"There's a dragon here. A fool of a dragon, but still a dragon. He'll be easy enough to manipulate. We just need to get him."

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

"That shouldn't be hard. As long as we know where to find him."

It's a hint. If he promises, she expects him to deliver. He might not be looking too pleased with himself for very long if he can't.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Nope, still looking inordinately pleased. "Luckily, I do. You can leave him to me. Where shall I drop him off?"

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

"Leave him here. I'll be waiting."

What's left unsaid, but heavily implied in her voice, is something along the lines of "or else."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Oh, he knows. And yet he has the gall to take her hand in his, kiss its back and then head in the direction of the castle doors, whistling a cheerful tune as he goes.