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[chaosgeneral]

[No text reply was sent in response to that.

Instead, it was only a matter of time before Valgaav was headed up the street, makeshift spear in hand and looking absolutely livid as he storms up the driveway and seeming as though he plans to rip the gargoyle a new one.]

I thought we were allies, Kain.

[His tone is utterly venomous and biting, even if he does seem to be struggling to keep it at a low tone for the moment.]

[dragonspride]

[Kain is curled in a melted-out snowbank by the garage; he's not exactly mobile - his legs have the splints fused into half-melted pieces due to Agitated Gargoyle Heat Output, his network device is sitting on his bag, and he's been relying on gimping around and reminding himself that Seth making sure he has food and the like is about par for the course for medical recovery. Rosa has him pretty well trained to stay on his ass and heal after a point.]

[And the dry, blank "what the Hell is wrong with you" stare about sums up his views on Valgaav's current snit.]

You realize I have no idea what the Hell is going on, right? [He motioned at the house with one claw; he's partly sitting upright with the undamaged wing-claws on the ground, propping himself up that way.] Nothing's changed that I know of.

[chaosgeneral]

[And that gets a very draconic snarl, or at least about all that can be managed in this stupid human body. It's not like he can menacingly flare out his energy or anything to drive the point home. Which only pisses him off all the more.]

LINA INVERSE, KAIN. YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH *THAT* LINA INVERSE AND HER MEDDLING ALLIES!

[Valgaav's free hand balls into a tight fist. If only he could use his abilities here. If only.

But y'know, fuck explaining his bizarre case of misdirected grudgewank. Welcome to dealing with what's basically a teenager, Kain - you're expected to know all of everything already. God.]

[dragonspride]

[And that just threw Kain's reactions into complete blank. The lack of recognition is so thick that it would almost be believable that Valgaav started speaking another language entirely.]

...Who?! [Nope, still utterly blank. There's a couple blinks, one of which even includes a slow, disoriented moment of the nictating membranes following his regular eyelids.] I have honestly never heard that name before in my life.

[chaosgeneral]

[A shift in stance, and the angry teenager does the predictable angry teenager thing and grabs the nearest weapon at hand and turns it on Kain.

...Even if that was Kain's spear in the first place.

DETAILS.]

That blond imbecile, the one who is Gorun Nova's keeper, TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE FRIENDS WITH HIM. If you're friends with HIM, you're CLEARLY allied with HER. HE TRAVELS WITH HER!

This is NOT the first time I've had someone betray my trust like this, Highwind. This time, I will take care of matters like I should have the last.

[Promptly when the opportunity presented itself, and without remorse.

Also, yes Kain, he's threatening you with your own weapon. At close range. And probably more than angry enough for his judgment to be clouded beyond any hope for actual combat strategy. Have fun.]

[dragonspride]

[He has a long moment of processing and squinting, trying to figure out who the Hell you mean. It's a very confused stare up the shaft that doesn't seem all that concerned with the spear being pointed at him.]

[It's also not very amused, and quickly answered with his one remaining clawed hand wrapping around Val's nearest wrist and the spearshaft; he's abusing the Hell out of the enhanced strength advantage of a monster. As soon as he's got a grip, he's using the spear itself as a lever to push Valgaav off balance to the right, and snapping out the wing he'd been propping himself up with at a cross-angle to knock Val's legs out from under him so that he can use the spear, his other wing, and his own weight to pin the teenager to the ground.]

[Valgaav, you are in a teenage human body, threatening someone that's been training with that kind of weapon since they were tiny who's also had a few months to adjust to his new body, and you just put yourself in a position close enough for him to compensate for lack of mobility with the element of surprise and his own greater strength and weight.]

[chaosgeneral]

[That.

....

That did not go as planned. At all.

There's a moment of being completely bewildered, before a very typical lashing back into pure rage. Fangs beared and snarling because there's not much ELSE he can do at the moment.

Fuck you too, Kain. Fuck you, too.]

[dragonspride]

[That spear and the wing that's holding it to the ground over you aren't going anywhere, and Kain is completely taking advantage of weight and his own relative lack of mobility to be a further weight.]

[The wing without the broken off-blades that had been used for the leg sweep now has its wrist joint and parts of the larger edged plates planted firmly on Val's collarbone, shoving him down to further pin him to the ground.]

[He can do this as long as he needs to, and is more than ready to keep you pinned until you stop pitching a fit.]

[chaosgeneral]

[And the irritated bristling persists!]

So you're going to kill me now? Is that it?

[Yes. He's still being a venomous rageball.]

[dragonspride]

If I had wanted you dead, you would already be dead.

[That's punctuated with a growl and a little more pressure from the sharper edge of one of those wing-claw spines, and it turning noticeably uncomfortably hot for a few moments, although not enough to actually burn.]

[chaosgeneral]

[Right. That heat thing.

On the upside, it wasn't enough to burn, but it certainly was enough to send a message and further emphasize the point being made by the gargoyle.]

...

[And a very awkward pause. Mostly because this was an incredibly vulnerable position that the blond probably wasn't going to be letting up on anytime soon, and there's not a lot else he can do.

...Not to mention that whole point about how Kain clearly doesn't want him dead.

Uh.

Mixed signals, much?]

[dragonspride]

[Good. The "I COULD kill you, very easily, and that was stupid" point at least seemed to be getting across. And the "I am NOT killing you even though I easily could" one.]

Now, are you done throwing a fit?

[He is not moving to let you up, and may not do so for a while, although the "might be drawing blood intentionally" pressure has lessened to just "You aren't going anywhere".]

[chaosgeneral]

I AM NOT THROWING A FIT!!

[Even though that very affronted exclamation, paired with a snarl, was pretty much the equivalent to a child having a tantrum insisting they're not being moody.

You would think that the slight sting of the pressure lessening from "active puncture" to "restrain" would've been enough to make him realize that he should just shut up. But noooooooooo..]

[dragonspride]

[Well, he doesn't go for leaving another bloody line, but there is another moment of increased heat and a warning growl.]

[Think about your life, Valgaav. Think about your choices.]

[chaosgeneral]

[There's a snarl, but the increased heat's enough to send a clearer message that he REALLY SHOULDN'T be trying to argue in this position.

So, instead, his gaze gets shifted off to the side, glowering quietly.]

[dragonspride]

[Well, it's progress.]

Let me repeat. I have never heard that name before in my life. [As much as his voice is very level and even, it's the kind of level and even and controlled that includes "You don't want to give me a reason to be less calm".] Hell, I'm barely sure which blonde idiot you even mean. Most of what you said means nothing to me.

[chaosgeneral]

Gourry. He asked about your spear. He said that you were friends.

[Yes, this is the same tone that you'd get from shaking answers out of any teenager.]

[dragonspride]

[At least he knows the name, and there's a funny "clonk" noise from somewhere in Kain's chest.]

Gourry? [Yes, it's recognition, but it's damn confused recognition.] I ran into him when he washed up in Vandare. I grumbled about my armor disappearing and he decided he was going to replace it. I've seen him maybe twice after that. I'm surprised he remembered my name.

[That is the entirety of that relationship.] I didn't know you two were from the same world, even.

[chaosgeneral]

[Valgaav looks suspicious, but doesn't say much.]

Well, we are.

[He's not getting into how none of the people he's met from back home seem to know who he is, though. Fuck that shit.]

[dragonspride]

[...Yep. Pissy teenager.]

[He's still not letting you up.]

So. Who the Hell is Lina Inverse and why was it worth trying to threaten me with my own spear.

[He's pretty sure there's a story here, and he certainly doesn't have anywhere else to be for however long it takes to fish it out of you.]

[chaosgeneral]

Revenge.

[Yeah, he doesn't want to talk about this, can you tell?]

[dragonspride]

[Yeah he's not impressed.]

You tried to threaten me with my own spear. [He does shift weight some...mostly in a very pointed "I am planning on being here for a while" without any of it being in a way that would allow Val any further range of movement.] I'm not going anywhere until you've given me a good explanation what set you off to think that was a good idea, so you may as well start from the beginning.

[So Val, have you ever thought about how much weight he has on you right now even without him being stronger than a normal human?]

[chaosgeneral]

[There's a very irritated glower at that, but he sighs and relents.

...Just a little.]

My Lord Chaos Dragon, Gaav, was killed.

[dragonspride]

[Short passive voice statement with no context. Real useful, Valgaav.]

You do realize that means about as much to me as if I expected you to know what to make of "And then the last Crystal of Darkness was handed over", right?

[Yep. That was some very tired sarcasm.]

[chaosgeneral]

[Fine. You've managed to get a bit more out of him.]

There were two kinds of dragons back home: golden dragons and ancient dragons.

The dragons were the servants of the gods.

[And there's a pause, Valgaav breaking eye-contact as unpleasant memories begin to surface.]

The golden dragons decided that they were going to commit genocide on the ancient dragons one day. Everyone was killed.

..I was on death's doorstep when Gaav found me. He's--...was..a Monster Lord. Opposite energetic alignment. I thought for sure he was going to finish me off.

Instead, it turned out, that he was on the run from his own kind. They turned on him, just as the golden dragons had turned on us. He took my life, but granted me rebirth as a general under his service, so we could both survive..