On one hand the region being invaded by awful little monsters is pretty horrible, on the other hand, Popp has been running menial errands for months when he has a skillset that is mostly for fighting off monsters. Fighting off, not so much hunting down. He starts off patrols eager and bristling, but when it comes down to it, if nothing attacks, this is just walking around in the cold having anxiety for a few hours.
Earlier, he absolutely obliterated something small in a blast of powerful flame, but in hindsight, it might have been a rabbit...?
"I got up early for this and they don't even have the manners to come take a sip?!"
He taps his head, looking extremely put out.
"I should be a delicious feast to these things, right?"
B, recovery
Popp is apparently, as he theorized, super delicious. Maybe it is the wizardly intellect, maybe it is some sort of secret scalp secretion that comes with being a green dragon. Maybe it is that he is reckless and careless and sleeps deeply enough not to notice a brain monster grinching down the chimney.
He's been attacked sleeping in his own home. He's been attacked while on patrol, both by himself and with others. He's been attacked while proudly showing off an ID that he thought was safely paralyzed by his breath weapon.
He's determined not to let it get to him and once he's recovered he's always game to go out there and keep fighting. Once he's recovered being the operative word here. He spends a lot of time this month so scrambled he can't remember how to turn into a human, and on top of that, he's very woozy and uncoordinated.
He's not exactly laid up in bed because his long, serpentine form can barely even fit in his room, so any visitors who come to call on him will find him in the main room of the house, lying about in unruly coils like an oversized garden hose. Try not to trip over him, he's been whiny enough as it is.
C, wildcard
The assorted IDs either get away with their snackies or they don't, and a variety of Popp's semi-recent adventuring experiences show up in dreams and psionic death surges. Some of his fellow dragonsouled may have experienced going to a fantasy department store through his eyes, or seen a memory of his parents that explains a lot about his personal psychology, or seen him outright die, which can't be a great first-person view. Whether they talk to him about it or let that percolate as they go about their business as normal, that information and more is out there, ripe for the absorbing.
(( OOC: The plotting post is here, or just jump right in and have at it!))
Popp | Adventure of Dai | OTA
On one hand the region being invaded by awful little monsters is pretty horrible, on the other hand, Popp has been running menial errands for months when he has a skillset that is mostly for fighting off monsters. Fighting off, not so much hunting down. He starts off patrols eager and bristling, but when it comes down to it, if nothing attacks, this is just walking around in the cold having anxiety for a few hours.
Earlier, he absolutely obliterated something small in a blast of powerful flame, but in hindsight, it might have been a rabbit...?
"I got up early for this and they don't even have the manners to come take a sip?!"
He taps his head, looking extremely put out.
"I should be a delicious feast to these things, right?"
B, recovery
Popp is apparently, as he theorized, super delicious. Maybe it is the wizardly intellect, maybe it is some sort of secret scalp secretion that comes with being a green dragon. Maybe it is that he is reckless and careless and sleeps deeply enough not to notice a brain monster grinching down the chimney.
He's been attacked sleeping in his own home. He's been attacked while on patrol, both by himself and with others. He's been attacked while proudly showing off an ID that he thought was safely paralyzed by his breath weapon.
He's determined not to let it get to him and once he's recovered he's always game to go out there and keep fighting. Once he's recovered being the operative word here. He spends a lot of time this month so scrambled he can't remember how to turn into a human, and on top of that, he's very woozy and uncoordinated.
He's not exactly laid up in bed because his long, serpentine form can barely even fit in his room, so any visitors who come to call on him will find him in the main room of the house, lying about in unruly coils like an oversized garden hose. Try not to trip over him, he's been whiny enough as it is.
C, wildcard
The assorted IDs either get away with their snackies or they don't, and a variety of Popp's semi-recent adventuring experiences show up in dreams and psionic death surges. Some of his fellow dragonsouled may have experienced going to a fantasy department store through his eyes, or seen a memory of his parents that explains a lot about his personal psychology, or seen him outright die, which can't be a great first-person view. Whether they talk to him about it or let that percolate as they go about their business as normal, that information and more is out there, ripe for the absorbing.
(( OOC: The plotting post is here, or just jump right in and have at it!))