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[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

What have we here? This place is of no magick I have felt, nor any realm spoken of by the old religion. And yet here it is. [a laugh] And I am free from Uther’s tyranny and chains. Perhaps I did not need the young warlock after all.

[there is a long pause as Kilgarrah breathes in the air of the machine, doing his best to feel this place as he can feel his homeland, before he addresses the stars again]

Whatever warlock or witch has brought me here, show yourself. Who has freed me from my prison? Your deed should not go unrewarded. [flares his wings, taking another step, then another, before raising himself into the air] I ask only one thing. Is it possible to be returned to Camelot? I have unfinished business there. You would not deny the last dragon his revenge, would you?

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[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[For once, River looks uncertain at the weirdness before her, as if she's not quite certain what she's seeing is real or not. One hand unconsciously drifts to her arm, holding it in a half hug gesture.]

You're mythical.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

I assure you, girl, I am quite real.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

I see things.

[And apparently she's confiding this to a dragon. Maybe he has one of those faces.]

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Thaaaat's a big dragon.]

G-Geez, did someone bring an endboss here or something?

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[lands with a thud near Kuhn, looking at him intently]

Hmm?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[dfjaklds he nearly falls over from the shock of said thud, but manages to stay on his feet.]

A-ah, uh. Hi? ... You're real, aren't you?

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Hou, no witch or warlock has brought you here! I cannot give you an easy answer, but my, what a fine beast you are! I would have never thought to meet a dragon!

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

If it was not magick that brought me here, what else could have? [cranes his neck] I'm afraid we aren't as common as once we were.

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Oh, that entirely depends on what you believe! I do think it is some sort of magic, but I have no talent for it, so it's hard for me to say. But in any case, welcome, my friend, to the Astral Plane! I am Alexander III of Macedon. It is an honor!

[collector]

[You know what words register? 'Uther' and 'Camelot.']

[Brax smiles.]

Hello up there! [waves!] I have a friend who might be very interested in your teeth. [has excellent taste in conversation starters] There's a brochure to explain all this. I don't suppose you can read? Only I've met a young man from Camelot who really oughn't be literate, so why not a dragon as well?

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[ousbgus Brax why are you so adorable

Kilgarrah lowers his head to be face-to-face with the Time Lord (as much as is possible, really)] I am capable of reading your language, yes.

Have you? And who might that be?

[collector]

[And in his own way, Brax appreciates that face-to-face communication.] Oh, good. I might have to hold it open for you. It wasn't meant for something your size.

A young servant, a little clumsy, not very good with hiding things.

[everdistant_utopia]

[Guess who else was pinged on 'Uther' and 'Camelot'?

When she speaks, it is somewhat slowly and carefully. She can't lie, but she's not about to send a rampaging dragon back to Camelot, even if it's clear it wouldn't be her version of it.]

If no one else has met you already and mentioned this, we are not summoned to this plane by way of magic.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

So I have been told. [flares his wings, leaning down to look her square in the face] How else might we be called, then?

[everdistant_utopia]

[Her expression remains her default: a neutral, perfect poker face.]

If I understand correctly, those who have summoned us possess such advanced machines that they are able to summon us from our respective times and worlds.

[lamb_of_gold]

[There is a two-foot long asian dragon rawring at you. Mu runs up seconds later, grabbing it by the tail and picking it up to hold securely. And then he looks at who was getting rawrd at. He sits on his surprise.]

You'll have to forgive my young friend here.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[what's this? another dragon? not one of his kin, but a dragon nonetheless, and Kilgarrah sniffs at it in interest before addressing Mu]

You do not fear him?

[lamb_of_gold]

[The dragon scuttles up Mu's arm and settles around the back of his neck, though it does sniff up at Kilgarrah]

He's still a bit too young to be fearsome, I think.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel spots the dragon and immediately goes into fight mode, summoning two fire-wheel chakrams before...]

Malefi—!

... Wait. What's a dragon doing here?

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[and that summoning piques Kilgarrah's interest enough he lands near Axel, giving the boy an intense stare]

Am I not allowed?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[HOLYSHITOMG. Axel stares back, and promptly un-summons his weapons. He's fairly certain they won't do shit against a dragon of this magnitude. He'd need teamwork...

But the dragon isn't attacking. Also, he can talk, which rules out typical beastie.

He clears his throat and tries to put on a brave front.]

Dragon! Are you planning to hurt anyone?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[well, Remus is looking utterly fascinated, and quite excited, until he hears those last words; then it all fades into resigned grimness]

The last.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

No thanks to Uther and his paranoia.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[Merlin stares a bit before groaning. He looks like he wants to bang his head into the wall.] What are you doing here!?

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

If it isn't the young warlock. I was told you were here.