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Characters: Iskierka, Hawke, and YOU.
Date: 3/2-3/3
Location: The Fire District, somewhat near Iskierka's apartments.
Situation: DRAGON SHENANIGANS. Also gang fighting. And maybe fire.
Warnings/Rating: R for RIDICULOUS. (Not really, G should be just fine.)

[--SO. Iskierka has had enough of the boring shenanigans that consist of daily life in Keeliai. There is no capital to be found, very few Frenchmen to hunt, and the battles are far too few between for her liking. In all honesty, this was going to happen sooner or later -- Kaziliks are not known for their patience. Iskierka is no exception. In any case, she quite liked that Hawke fellow -- he seemed a capable sort, and he would likely have no objection to her idea. (Enjolras’ friend, she thought, might disagree. Perhaps they might retrieve him later.) She lands with a thud outside Hawke’s window -- and, too impatient to fuss with the windows or poke her head in the door, promptly attempts to stick her snout in through a window.]

Hallo? Hawke? You must come at once, I have a marvellous plan.

[Hawke whirls at the heavy thump outside his window. Notch, begins barking furiously at the intrusion, ready to defend his master’s home even against a massive steaming dragon. It takes a few shouts to calm the dog down and figure out what’s even going on. He’s used to people barging into his home to get his help, but a dragon nearly smashing through his window to do the same is a first for him.]

Plan. Right. That plan couldn’t involve knocking?

[She just gives him a baffled look. Knocking is for people with hands, Hawke, not 30 foot dragons who tend to break things with their tails. Somewhat peevishly (this should be obvious, clearly:)] No, the door is too small to reach. Do come out, we are going to hunt a gang! I am certain they will have capital, and we might help the Emperor as well!

Gang hunting?

[Hawke blinks, then grins. Now that sounded like a fine idea. It would rid the people of a thorn in their side as well as rid one in his.]

There’s a hobby I can get into.

Oh! Excellent. [She nudges at the window again, a tad impatiently, and twitches her tail.]

Come out, then, and you must help me put on my harness; I shall tell you how. Then we shall go to the Fire District, I know where there is a gang hiding.

[Once all the pertinent details: Hawke, harness, and possibly even Notch, presuming he is not scared off by the 30 foot ball of steam -- are secured, they all make their way to the Fire District. Iskierka lands somewhere not too far from her own apartments and crouches, trying to make herself somewhat less visible, and nods towards a nearby building.]

They are just in there, or their leaders are; we must go in and find them. I expect it will be easiest if you go first, I shall follow presently.

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[Having wandered a bit too far north of the Wood District to recall where, exactly, he was, Bossuet caught sight of a familiar serpentine creature flying overhead. Perhaps Iskierka could lead him to a place of greater safety, and familiar ground.

Yet emerging and being welcomed to the Fire District will not have been what he had expected, but he will at least catch sight of her landing somewhere behind one of the taller buildings and make his way forward from there.]

[She is not hard to spot, it is quite true. And she is still pondering on how to get into that building, and so notices Bossuet and greets him with an attempt at being quiet. (Which does not work, because, well, 30 feet long.)]

Oh! Hello, Bossuet.

[(He will be the first to tell you you tried.) In a bit of a stage whisper, himself.]

Halloo, Iskierka! [A pause.] Why are we using a hushed tone?

So the gang will not hear us! [Iskierka is large and red and also shouting. She is clearly not the best maker of plans in the world, but --well, slightly less clever than Temeraire, what can you do.]

[It's not your trope to fill, that's all, bb. /pats]

Ah! [Pause.] What gang?

The one in the building over there. [Obviously, Bossuet. She gestures with her head and snorts a little.]

And what is it you intend to do with this gang that requires such stealth, milady? [Because really. Eyebrows at your lack of stealth.]

Why, we are going to attack them! They have been stealing things.

I didn't know you to be a warrior for justice, my friend. Is there a great bounty to be uncovered by success?

Whatever they might have, I should think!

[A little surprised.] So it isn't even certain that they have a bounty worth being killed over? [Because you say attacked for a bounty, and he immediately then thinks you're planning on eating/killing them. Much prejudice; sorry, those tales were scary. >_>]

Why, we are going to bring them to the emperor, and he will be so impressed he must give us something. [Dragon logic. It works. Somehow.]

[Eyebrows raising into his nonexistent hairline. Such faith in the monarchy!] You don't even know that he'll reward you, then? [Logic. Even Bossuet has some. Wow. What.]

[That is a slightly insulted huff.] Why, certainly there must be one.

[A momentarily baffled expression, then a little frown of contemplation.] I suppose you're right. [He's not going to have an argument over this with a dragon who could still eat him if she wanted to.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

Well, if you wish to you might hunt them with us.