???th Battle [FOURTH WALL]

[divinewind]

[There's a new sort of dragon in Blackthorn City today. Or rather, flying above it; after being grounded for nearly six months, Temeraire is taking full advantage of his regained wings to perform all sorts of fancy dives and loops. And with him being several stories tall and weighing around eighteen tons, it would be very difficult to miss seeing him. A second look reveals that he's wearing a complicated-looking harness made of leather straps that covers from his chest to the base of his tail. There's also a large, platinum pendant around his neck, decorated with sapphires and pearls. Every so often he stops to hover in the air, bending his long neck around to rub the pendant with his nose. Around him, a group of six Pokemon fly: a Druddigon, a shiny black Charizard, a Dragonite, an Altaria, and a Flygon. Next to Temeraire, they look like so many gulls flocking around a ship.]

[Around midmorning, the joy of being in his proper form again settles down enough that Temeraire realizes that he doesn't actually know where in Johto he is. Or, more importantly, where Misaki is. So he starts flying lower over the city, hoping to spot her. But what if she's inside? Maybe he'd better call out.]

MISAKI! ARE YOU HERE?

[…and by 'call out' he actually means 'accidentally deafen the whole city'. Whoops.]

[If he doesn't find her in Blackthorn, Temeraire will pick a direction and start flying, keeping a sharp eye out for her or anyone he recognizes as he soars throughout Johto. He'll also have to stop and rest occasionally, in whatever large, clear space he can find. And since he's wearing his harness, he might even give some people rides.]

[OOC: For reference, here he is on a size chart (he's the black one). Comments will be coming from dragonrights!]

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[ends_in_ashes]

[Oof. Not that it bothers Angelus but honestly. All she's trying to do is scope out the city below her and here's this guy flying around shrieking.]

You will deafen them, you fool. If you must cry for your partner, do so through your link. Are you nothing but a hatchling?

[dragonrights]

[Temeraire turns so he can see this new dragon better, staying a safe distance away. She isn't any breed he recognizes from England, so it's entirely possible that she might be from one of Napoleon's countries even if she isn't in harness. He huffs, indignant.]

There is no call to be rude. How else am I supposed to find her if she is inside and cannot see me? I am not sure what you are talking about links for.

[He does have the grace to look a little sheepish, then.] Perhaps I was slightly louder than I meant to be. But I am not a fool or a hatchling.

[ends_in_ashes]

You're a complete fool if you don't know the first thing about links. You are seeking your pact partner, are you not?

[dragonrights]

No, I am looking for my friend and traveling partner.

[His ruff has gone up in annoyance now, after being called a fool twice for not knowing about whatever link the other dragon is talking about.]

If by my pact partner you mean my captain, I do not think he is in this world at all.

[ends_in_ashes]

[The red dragon pauses, beating against the air while she keeps in place, trying to reason this out. Then she tilts her head to look about the area, gazing down to the ground and around.]

... I see. This is a different land indeed. It is not of the gods but simply different.

[That answers that question.]

[dragonrights]

Yes, it is different from where you come from. It is called Johto, and I have been here for six months now.

[And he knows more about it than she does, he thinks satisfiedly to himself, which makes her the foolish one about that.]

What country are you from? [He bets it's one of Napoleon's.]

[ends_in_ashes]

[Johto. The red dragon takes a moment to crane her head downward, studying the ground below her.]

Caerleon was the name of the Eastern country. I know not the others. They are the domains of men and unworthy of attention.