(Woo! Finally have time to actually do this. Obligatory I'm-not-good-at-this-so-please-tell-me-if-I-did-something-wrong)
Shattel DeLaki stared at the pile of wriggling fish on the riverbank and frowned. He was faced with an enormous dilemma that would plague him for minutes to come: how to cook his dinner. He could put them all in a pot and make a very fishy stew; he could eat them raw (although that would make him quite sick and he didn't much enjoy that) oooor...he could fry them. That was always fun. And fire-y. And quick! Three of Shattel's favorite things. So with that settled, Shattel focused his mind and spoke the phrase that caused a bright red/yellow ball of flame to appear in his hand. He focused more of his magic on it until it flared brightly and he threw it at the pile of fish, incinerating them to a very crispy...crisp. He laughed and jumped in joy. Dinner time! And he cast a spell! Without hurting himself or anyone else! (Except those fish, but they had it coming) After he ate, Shattel went back to his Master's hut that lay a mile or so down the riverbank. He was immediately greeted with pots and pans being tossed at him and a screeching voice that Shattel was pretty sure was enchanted to be as annoying as possible, screamed "Shattel! Yer late! Again! Pack your bags. Yer off to the city to go to Mister Marmalade's shop and pick up some dragon scales! Now go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" With that, Shattel was ushered out the door with two gold coins shoved into his palm. Once he was outside and his master inside, the door was slammed shut and he heard a muffled "And don't come back until you have those scales!" follow it. Shattel shrugged and pocketed the money. His master didn't say /what/ kind of dragon scales he wanted. Lizards were kind of like a dragon, right? He could probably find a lizard at the tavern. Whistling tunelessly, Shattel set off towards Seyruun.
(or in an alternate universe)
Chateau DeLaki stared at the pile of wriggling fish on the riverbank and frowned. He was faced with an enormous delaki that would plague him for eons to come: how to date his dinner. He could put them all in a skirt and make a very fishy stew; he could eat them raw (although that would make him quiet and he didn't much enjoy that) oooor...he could enflame them with the passion only matched by that of a man and his mistress. That was always terrifying. And fiery. And quick! Like death. Four of Chateau's least favorite things. So with that settled, Shattel focused his mind and spoke the phrase that caused a bright red/yellow ball of flame to appear in his hand. He focused more of his magic on it until it flared brightly and he threw it at the pile of fish, incinerating them to a very crispy...crisp. He laughed and jumped in joy. Dinner time! And he cast a spell! Without hurting himself or anyone else (except for all of those people in town, but they had it coming)! After he ate, Shattel went back to his Monkey's hut that lay a mile or so down the riverbank. He was eventually greeted by pots and pans screeching, "Chateau! Yer early! Again! Can't a man wrestle his inner demons in peace?! Pack your bags. Yer city's to go to Mister Avocado's shop and pick up some weight scales! Now go, go, go, go, go, go, go, wait, go!" With that, Chateau was gently caressed with two gold coins shoved into his palm. Once he was deeply disturbed and his master pleased, the door was slammed shut and he heard a muffled "And don't come back!" follow it. Chateau shrugged and swallowed the money. His master didn't say /what/ kind of scales he wanted. Lizards were kind of like a weight, right? He could probably find a lizard at the tavern. Whistling tirelessly, Chateau set off towards Seyruun.
(Don't know why I'm so nervous sending this, or why it took me longer to find a name than actually write it x__x Hope you both like him.)
Terry scratched at his wrist, absently, and stared up at the far too large sky. It looked like the sun was finally off to take a nap; the vile, hateful ball of flame. Terry wouldn't miss that. He didn't like the brightness. Too different from where he was from. Everything was different from where he was from. It had been weeks since he'd washed up and he still wasn't sure where he was or how. Everything was hazy. Hazy wasn't surprising. Hazy was familiar, really. He was more surprised when he was clearheaded, and he often didn't like it, either.
He'd been wandering along the road the majority of the time since then, occasionally stopping to scavenge for food or drink. He was really excited when he managed to loot someone for their coin, sure it would come in handy eventually. Sneaking he was good at. Sneaking was how he survived. And plasmids if he was being honest, particularly Incinerate, but that wasn't something to get into now. If he thought too much about it, he'd get depressed, longing for needles and that blissful, superhuman feeling that came along with splicing up. Back to the road! Terry's feet ached and he was tired, but he didn't like sleeping here. As dangerous as sleeping at home was, it was at least familiar, and he generally knew what death to expect. Here, everything was so open and even the new smells were overwhelming. The people, too, looked bizarre. He was one to talk though, with his stained and tattered suit; and ghoulish, beaked mask that encased bright blue eyes. Black hair stuck out in all directions under a torn cap. The cap he'd gotten only hours ago, right off someone's head as he ran by giggling gleefully. It was his lame attempt at hiding from that terrible sun, which he was sure had been watching him.
Terry turned, all of his musings ceasing in favor of listening. He'd thought he'd heard footsteps behind him. Grinning, he hunkered down slightly off the road, a ball of ragged clothes. With luck, they'd pause to get a look, maybe check to make sure he was breathing, and he'd jolt them good with Electrobolt and loot them like the others! This was the plan, anyway. Maybe they'd even have a bottle of something good to drink! The ball of rags shook and a silly giggle escaped, which he squelched quickly. He was getting far too excited!
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