Avatar Roleplay: The Second Coming

[The-Hydra]

Pete: Turkeys? We're talking about Turkeys? I'm not-
Big guy: -SURE WHY WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FAR SUPERIOR GOOSE? YES, ME TOO.

[Wander]

The only birds we have back on Cybertron are Lilleths. Adorable fragile birds made out of translucent glass. They were classified into by their sizes and the pitch they produced. The smallest, shrillest Lilleth was the Praxian Piccolo while the largest, lowest sounding was the Kaonite Double Bass. They all had beautiful colors, which depended on what their nest was made of when they were eggs. They are extremely rare, as when under duress, stressed, or exposed to violent sounds like explosions, they shattered or broke.

[Sir Sivelos]

*PROPELLER KNIGHT wasn't listening!* Oh, magnificent! A dragon!

[Wander]

*Chromia buries her face into her hands.*

This guy is such an idiot I can't even--

[Sir Sivelos]

*He's just... uh... flighty.*

**A rimshot ensues.**

Now, what kind of things do you breath? Bubbles? Fire?

[Wander]

Hey. *Chromia lightly taps Propeller Knight's helmet.* You know I was talking about something, right?

And what kind of dragon breathes bubbles, like, what even. Not even the Predacons do that.

[Sir Sivelos]

Oi! Do not touch helmet! It is very expensive! Cost me 100,000 Gold!

[Wander]

That doesn't sound like a lot.

And did the helmet come with the propellers?

[Prince Vegeta]

*Ferret of War comes out of the bushes and looks around*

*Ferret of War used Weasel War Dance*
*Attack and Speed were maxed out*


(( I'm doing this right now, because I neglected to do it so long ago.))

[Sir Sivelos]

DO NOT TOUCH THE HELMET!!! *PROPELLER KNIGHT pokes CHROMIA's eye with his RAPIER, and flies away!*