[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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[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.