'Starling' (hi Rren) wore an outfit with Victorian notes and a color-shift star pattern on the black pants and waistcoat. The gradient pastel tie dye might have looked out of place on the puffy shit, but somehow it just fit. Their mask was a mixture of black cloth and color-shift wire in a swirling design that went back enough from the eyes to double as a hair clip. Their ears and tail had both made a return. (Look, this was stressful, okay?)
They hardly knew their way around Undertown and were under no illusions that they could do this alone. Even with their dragon friend's help. So they followed someone else. And whatever that person had in mind. Rren... had no interest in hurting anyone, even if they did turn into monsters, now that it came to it. So they served as a distraction any time there was a fight, using smoke bombs and poppers.
Additionally they had rigged longer fuses and one time tubes for several of the larger fireworks in their collection. And periodically one would go off somewhere behind them with an explosion of color, sending Rren's tail poofing up to no less than 3 times its normal size. And their jumbo sized winged iguana flew around at a leisurely pace, somehow coming across as if he was waddling, even in the air. He remained a bit away, distracting those creepy guards by spewing fire, definitely not setting anyone on fire, nope, Rren refused to think about that idea.
When they ran into a group of guards that Rren's companion had trouble with, Rren found themself diving in, despite their intent to merely distract. Look, they may have just met this person, but they were not about to let some asshole hurt them!
Their entrance to the fight was marked by a smoke bomb spewing forth purple smoke. And they came out of it with a yell and pepper spray, making sure to aim at the nearest monster's eyes.
They grabbed at their partner's arm then to give a tug, to try and get them moving away from the fight before releasing it to put their fingers to their lips and give a shrill whistle, the slow dragon roar following as the dragon doubled back towards them.
"Keep moving! Let Tad Cooper handle them!"
He was just going to play with them. He and the guards would have a grand time.
Celebrating(?) El Dorado - OTA
They hardly knew their way around Undertown and were under no illusions that they could do this alone. Even with their dragon friend's help. So they followed someone else. And whatever that person had in mind. Rren... had no interest in hurting anyone, even if they did turn into monsters, now that it came to it. So they served as a distraction any time there was a fight, using smoke bombs and poppers.
Additionally they had rigged longer fuses and one time tubes for several of the larger fireworks in their collection. And periodically one would go off somewhere behind them with an explosion of color, sending Rren's tail poofing up to no less than 3 times its normal size. And their jumbo sized winged iguana flew around at a leisurely pace, somehow coming across as if he was waddling, even in the air. He remained a bit away, distracting those creepy guards by spewing fire,
definitely not setting anyone on fire, nope, Rren refused to think about that idea.When they ran into a group of guards that Rren's companion had trouble with, Rren found themself diving in, despite their intent to merely distract. Look, they may have just met this person, but they were not about to let some asshole hurt them!
Their entrance to the fight was marked by a smoke bomb spewing forth purple smoke. And they came out of it with a yell and pepper spray, making sure to aim at the nearest monster's eyes.
They grabbed at their partner's arm then to give a tug, to try and get them moving away from the fight before releasing it to put their fingers to their lips and give a shrill whistle, the slow dragon roar following as the dragon doubled back towards them.
"Keep moving! Let Tad Cooper handle them!"
He was just going to play with them. He and the guards would have a grand time.