RP:Dragon Soup for the Soul, an Azakhaer Recipe
Part of the The Key to Open the Skies Arc
Western Eternal Forest, Larket
Svilfon had spent a little longer in Frostmaw than anticipated, but it's hardly his fault. It's been a long time since he was in the library there, and the wizard is as easily distracted by books as dragons are by shiny loot. Added to which, the servants had spent quite a long time grooming the wizard, and only a little bit of time stabbing him with knives, he was content not to rush. Nevertheless, being idle is a luxury afforded to those who aren't in the middle of working out the solution to archaic and aviation related problems, so after a day or two it was time. Without Satoshi needing to be accompanied, he doesn't bother summoning Alahir, who is undoubtedly enjoying time with his siblings, and instead merely enacts his teleportation magic, snapping out of a frozen existence and back into a foresty one, in the heart of Larket's outskirts. Here he would wait for his comrades only a little impatiently... dragon hunts, it's like Coterie Christmas.
Kasyr , surprisingly enough, has come from a similarily book-ish environment, having spent the last while perusing the depths of the Black Library alongside Satoshi, to search for information relating to a few personal 'research' projects- though it doubled nicely as a quiet location to sort through matters related to Vailkrin's latest plight with a bare minimum of interruptions. That said, when Satoshi had invited him to come along for a dragon hunt- the Revenant was more than willing to set everything aside and tag along. It'd be nice to see the Wizard, after all, and perhaps he could address a few of the questions that had cropped up.
Satoshi tags along in a careful, watchful manner, something furtive about the kit's stride. It certainly isn't fear, Satoshi has no fear of facing a dragon in single combat, let alone alongside Svilfon and Kasyr. Rather, the magus is taking care not to be seen or recognized. They are, after all, hunting a Silver, and while Satoshi feels no shame in the matter, she's reluctant to face Hildegarde should she be discovered. As far as Satoshi's information goes, the Silvers in these parts are feral, which may make for a defensible case... but Satoshi doesn't want to have to defend herself, period. It's the nearest thing she can feel to guilt, and the fault lies entirely upon the Silver knight's unending faith in Satoshi. And so it's with prowling steps and a mistweave cloak hooded and drawn close that the eidolon arrives in the forest, instantly feeling more at home in the wilderness. Svilfon is greeted with a salute, no words needed.
Svilfon grins at his favourite husband and wife team while tipping his hat to them. Without lowering his hand he lifts a finger to his lips in an unnecessary shushing gesture, before wandering closer to the pair. Though about as graceful as a sack of carrots, the wizard is careful while moving through the forest not to make any undue noise. Perhaps the remains of more than one knight in rusting Larketian armour, resting as silent warnings against tackling these particularly vicious dragons, is enough to give birth to his caution. When close, he speaks at last. “Lady Icicle.” He grins, “ And Kasyr, I am glad you came.” Like Sato, Svil has no fear of fighting dragons, especially beside these two. But this case could perhaps be more delicate than that for what they wish. “There's a chance this is going to get messy.” That fact doesn't seem to bother him.
Kasyr's head tilts off to one side, his hand awkwardly rubbing at the side of his neck, "Like, how messy? There's not a nest of eggs ou the like, es there?" There's a quiet humour to the revenant's voice, and yet it's tempered by something a little grimmer, which only grows more noticeable when he adds "It's actually sort of worrisome that tu feel the need to give us forewarning." Then again, given the revenant's recent string of luck concerning complications, he's not exactly -surprised-. Still, he doesn't really seem to show any indication of wanting to back down, keeping pace with Satoshi at all times.
Satoshi's eyes narrow, bristling at Kasyr's suggestion. "I won't do this if there are eggs." Not after Ishataulak and Emiur. And never against a sentient. But then, the wizard should know this about Satoshi. "What parts exactly do you think we'll need for this? Scales? Blood? Organs? Melted down scales at least, I know, but we could just as easily accomplish that with metal, or asking Hildegarde for some of her own scales. There's something more to your recipe, wizard." Something they can't ask of the knight.
Svilfon waves away the suggestion of eggs. He'd checked. After the last incident, he wants nothing to do with dragons and their babies. Damn near resulted in Svil being turned into a statue, and that's not the way he wishes to be eventually statue-afied. He'd rather be around to appreciate it. “They're not maternal. They're old, grumpy and feral. I checked. Carefully.” He nods vehemently at that. “There's two dragons here, formidable from years of fighting against knights saving maidens.” Svil waves his hand at that, thinking it silly... all the 'maidens' he knows would save themselves long before needing knights. “Too much magic could alter the properties we seek to imbue, and our formidable lady of ice is the only one who can touch the end product without being melted by it.” Damn dragon blood. “Therefor, we need to neutralize one of the dragons, while squishing the other dragon into liquified form without too much magic being used, leaving the end product in a position Satoshi can take it, without awakening all of Larket to the fact we're here hunting. I think they would not appreciate those in our position doing what we seek to do...” He shrugs as if that doesn't matter, though it's a consideration to think of nonetheless. “So to answer you, lady icicle... I think we need it all. Scales, blood, organs, teeth, eyes... everything we can save. It's far easier to remove what's not needed than imbue what's left with something else, and as much as I like hunting with you both,” He tips his hat. “I'd rather not kill half the silvers in Hollow to get it. Our lady knight may take exception to that. Did I miss anything?”
Kasyr is still a bit focused on the whole 'Maidens' bit, "If they're feral, then..wouldn't they just eat the Maidens? What es there even to save? Although...I guess a really good way to ward off a suitor es to get someone to say you were kidnapped by a dragon." Now that he thinks about it, that sort of habit, if it was common practice enough, would probably even provide the dragons a steady supply of food, and loot from would-be heroes. "Hrm...mmm, uh. Right. So, if I'm to get this straight, et all- we either need to contend with one rapidly...et thus deal with it's enraged partner -or- distract et split them out so finesse can be properly used to get what we need. ...Et no magical shortcuts as that would contaminate the whole mess. About right?"
Satoshi's tails lash, words heard and thoughts churning in response. A pair of dragons, old enough to not be push-overs, and experienced enough to know how to dispatch the various knights who have raided the caves befo-- "Oooh. I do believe this calls for a wizard and a knight~. Svilfon!" Satoshi turns to the wizard first, a gleam in her eyes. "I recall in our fights before, you using some sort of gunk whatnot. Ridiculously sticky and elastic, made spider web look like thread? Just how much of that can you conjure? Say... enough to keep a grown dragon stuck to a cave floor for a bit~?" Even before she waits for Svilfon's answer, the magus is flicking her gaze to Kasyr, head cocked to one side. "If they're used to fighting and eating knights, I'm sure they're quite fond of the taste. Don't suppose you've got a few knightly taunts up your sleeve that could get one to come charging out in an indignant rage?" Kindling a dragon's pride tends to make them blunder in their anger, after all. "Pity they don't make guillotines big enough for dragons, we could make quick work of this the moment it stuck its neck out of the cave."
Svilfon snickers at Kasyr's thoughts on the knights and maidens, agreeing with him entirely, though he doesn't have a chance to say so. He's distracted by Satoshi's words and soon falls into some quiet contemplation. He knew the spell Satoshi spoke of, but would it hold an ancient, enraged feral silver dragon? Or rather, would the ground it stuck to be strong enough to hold the dragon... he's not sure, but when's that ever stopped him? “I can conjure enough, lady icicle. It will hold.” He nods. “At least long enough for our fine knight over here,” He motions to Kasyr, “To bring forth the ire of the other.” He cocks his head a shade to the side. “Just remember... knights don't do puns.” He flashes a crooked grin at that. “I will be the distraction of the first, you can deal with the second.” He flicks his gaze between them. “Just... try not to take too long.” He's decided the way to keep the first stuck long enough is to keep the sticky spell going... which means if it fails due to dragon-rage, he will not be in an easy position to defend himself.
Kasyr gives Svilfon a look of indignation, "Quand meme, I don't do them that often. You'd almost think I made them a nightly routine." If Casper was present, she'd be face-pawing. All the same, the revenant shrugs, "I'm fairly certain I can see about raising their ire, so that we can contend with them seperately, ou quoi-ce-soit." Was that a hint of uncertainty on the revenant's part? it's not like he's only sporting a pair of empty sheathes and a trenchcoat full of scalpels at the moment. Yeah, this is going to be an interesting experiment in not dying.
Satoshi rolls her eyes as she walks past her husband, a retort ready on her lips. "You're a walking pun and you know it." Only delivered a few seconds slower than the words is Ko'tar, the katana having been drawn reluctantly--on the blade's part, not Satoshi's--and tossed to the kensai. Satoshi doubts she'll need the weapon, and even if she did... Ko'tar is still snubbing her. She'll stick to Asorial, if it comes down to weaponry. But the magus has something else in mind, gaze locked on the cave mouth ahead. Or specifically, the very top of it. And so, trusting wizard and revenant to do their parts, Satoshi takes this moment to alter her form, opting for the smaller and quicker shape of a fox so that she can scurry her way toward the lair. Only the tips of her ears and tails are visible as white patches above the grass as she weaves along, carving a winding path to--and up--the cave. It's clear the kit intends to climb the rockface to the top and perch above the entrance in preparation.
Svilfon offers the deepest of deep sighs to the revenant. “If I die because of your puns, I give you my word on my Hat, my Wand,” speaking of his wand, he summons it while speaking to Kasyr with nothing but a gesture, “and my Book of Spells, that I'll come back and haunt you...” He flashes a bright smile, showing Kasyr the gaps in his teeth along side his fangs, “I'll ghost myself so I replace Satoshi's face with this every time you look at her.” The wizard very wisely waited until Satoshi was already close to the top of the cliff before he said that dire threat. “Consider it fair warning.” Svilfon grins more naturally at the revenant, before tipping his hat and vanishing. For a long moment there is silence, time for Kasyr to begin his work, before the ground begins to rumble slightly... it would appear Svilfon has begun his part of the plan, now it was up to the others...
Kasyr accepts Ko'tar, but it's not with the same enthusiastic zeal he might grasp another weapon, but instead with a certain calm restraint. Satoshi's addressed first, a slight grind offered in tandem with, "Merci, mon cher." but the sword's spoken to next, the revenant offering a quiet, "Don't worry, I remember you." Which simply leaves the Kensai to cringe when Svilfon makes his threat, "Come on, can't tu do something like just haunt moi whenever I put off paperwork?" Not like he can really pursue that argument any further when the wizard pulls his vanishing act. With a sigh, the revenant begins to stride towards the entrance, trodding over the crushed metal which served as indication of his predecessors in this venture. Doesn't stop him from taking in a deep breath and proceeding to holler though, "Vile Saurian scum, I've come to liberate whatever damsels may rest distressed within the wretched depths of your lair. Though, I would not be surprised if this was simply the den of some oversized geckos, bloated to the proportions of a dragon by a villager's ignorant sense of scale." A singular plaintive trill sounds out following the revenant's speech, possibly queued by the revenant's antagonistic designs.
Satoshi chuckles, the sound more melodic than normal for her as it's woven into the beginnings of a spell. The magus has to aim for quick but subtle, wanting to avoid tipping off the Silvers with a sudden influx of magic in their vicinity--although Svilfon's spell is likely mask enough for her own conjuring. While a startled snarl and an affronted roar can be heard from within the cave--wizard and knight clearly effective in their endeavours--Satoshi focuses on drawing the ambient waters from the air, earth, and plants nearby. As Kasyr taunts, the kit weaves, a thick sheet of ice solidifying rapidly in response. With each passing second the ice expands further, beginning to impersonate a large window... if windows had razor sharp edges on the bottom of them. No, Satoshi is crafting a guillotine of ice, suspended above the cave mouth and prepared to drop the moment a dragon's scaly neck comes into view below. Silvers may have a natural resistance to Ice, but that doesn't mean they can easily deter a keen blade brought down with magical and gravitational force.
Svilfon 's life has changed an unimaginable amount in a matter of moments. Within the cave itself, all that exists is chaos. The echoes of Kasyr's insults do not even have time to reverberate once, before they're drowned in a roar of titanic rage. Both dragons awaken together, both seek to destroy the foolish knight who taunts them so. Gecko?! They would show this fool the error of his ways, before turning him into a wonderfully crunchy snack. As both leap forward, Svilfon catches the smaller of the pair in his magic, a stream of archaic goo shooting out to ensnare the dragon, holding it in place even as it begins to thrash and roar, tearing up the ground as fast as it can, but not quite fast enough to defeat the wizard who is shifting his magic to further ensnare it with each brief escape. The mouth of the cave erupts first much like a dragon's own would; a huge cloud of paralytic gas is expelled from the beast within before he exits himself, tendrils of which would be floating up around the top of the cave and towards Kasyr, with an enraged strength perhaps equal to the formidable constitutions of revenant and eidolon. But within moments terrifying teeth are flashed in an animalistic snarl as its head pokes free of the cave, one that has frozen many a knight in his place by its sheer ferocity alone. Spying its enemy, the large silver expels a massive breath of ice right at Kasyr, mixing the second attack with the first, concentrating a lot of the paralytic gas at the revenant, the beast ignorant it seems of the magic being cast above its home.
Kasyr get's a pretty good look at the dragon while it barrels forward, a cascade of gas coiling out from around it in a fashion that can only be described as dramatic. And then the secondary gaseous blast is belched forth, venting towards the revenant's position in a miasmic mass. "So..not a gecko.." His left hand, bearing Ko'tar, is snapped off to the side, before it's overtaken by the electrical energies the revenant is so fond of invoking. There's not even enough time for the flesh upon the side of the Kensai's neck to finish wisping away in a trail of sparks before that 'bottled' lightning is put to use, allowing the revenant to surge forth from his position in the direction he'd pointed the pacifistic blade, dragging him clear of the gases initial explosion. "A newt, then! Maybe you'd be better off turning tail et running." Even as the kensai begins to skid to a halt, he's already in the process of turning himself around, feet digging into the soil so he can rob what final dredges of momentum he still possesses and begin a charge -towards- the damn thing. He needed it to stay still, ...and also avoid rushing straight into the gas that had pooled around it, and now split the field. He didn't want to ascertain whether it could affect him, or worse still, if it was flammable.
Satoshi is mid-lyric when her song is cut off with a strangled cough. Invested as she was in conjuring the dragon's execution weapon, the magus missed the initial creeping tendrils of paralytic gas until it was already upon her. The wisps that reach her are enough to end her song and cause Satoshi to go rigid in alarm, her spell released by the lack of further command and thus sending the curtain of ice cascading down upon the dragon below. Although the desired neck, stretched out and ripe for the beheading, is not readily available, there is still a broad saurian back and wings in line with the frozen blade. Satoshi must let it fall as it will, as she herself drops to a knee with one hand frantically fanning away the remnants of gas before she dares draw another breath for casting. Within the cave below, the second Silver is not a happy beast, ensnared again and again each time its outbursts severe a sticky rope. But this Silver, while smaller, is as long lived as its companion due to its wit and wiles. She could play this game of struggling, find out if wizard or saurian has the greater endurance, or she could begin to weaken her squirming while ragged breaths escape a heaving chest. With each passing moment, the Silver sinks lower, sagging beneath the goopy net conjured by the wizard.
Svilfon is thankful as the beast within begins to visibly tire against his assault. With his attention mostly upon the magic, and the chaotic nature of what he's doing, he doesn't have the wit or wiles left to even begin to consider this any sort of deception. And so his spell begins to lax and he draws in a breath of dust-filled, partially paralytic air. He coughs, stopping the spell entirely, the wizard forced to focus on himself to rid his body of the insidious poison. During all this, he knows nothing of what goes on outside; the sheet of sharp ice falls, slashing down into the dragon's large body, lodging there, cleanly cutting one wing off, while half severing the other. The cry it emits is a perfect mixture of hatred and agony, feral rage and impending doom. So it does much like its companion was earlier, it thrashes wildly as its back legs collapse beneath it, before dragging itself forward towards Kasyr, mouth snapping wildly, uncaring of the tiny blade in his hands against the huge one in its back... it would not give in to this 'knight', it would eat the newt-insinuating bastard if it was the last thing he did... which was likely all things considered. There is nothing it would rather do than destroy the one who cut into its spine, but it cannot turn itself around, so in animalistic rage it goes for the snack it can see rather than the one it cannot. When near enough to the revenant, or as near as it can be, it surges with surprising strength, pulling itself on its undamaged legs to leap forward, head tilted with a weak burst of further paralytic breath, before it snaps its mouth shut, hoping to stop the vampire from escaping left or right as it seeks to eat him in one foul bite.
Kasyr , even as the silver rages & roars, is already in the process of preparing the next part of his daring (overall lack of) plan. Whilst the option of retreating to the treeline did appeal, the plan hinged on the creature being ended quickly. Something that was made slightly problematic without the use of an excessive amount of magic, Ko'tar and doubly so when his wife was temporarily out of commision. At least, until the dragon devotes itself to the cause of consuming the Kensai, "You're about to bite off more than you can.." Even as its maw wrenches apart and gas billows forth in a wave of muscle numbing gas- the revenant's once more tapping into that primal source of electrical energy- and yet, it does not find an outlet in the form of a lightning-swift sword thrust. Rather, it -begins- with one, but just as quickly as it's activated, the kensai implores Ko'tar to unsummon itself with his peculiar affinity with blades- an act meant to spare it from being used to impale the dragon's throat...and instead turning the armoured trenchcoated revenant into a high velocity cannon ball aimed to slam into the back of its throat. A little less poised than he'd like to be- given that the gas is wreaking havoc even upon his formidable form- but he's at least able to get his arms up in front of his face. "Ch..ew.."
Satoshi is recovering from her brief lapse in mobility at the same time that Ko'tar reappears in its sheathe with a sullen chirp. Sparing the sword no more than a passing glance, the magus tears her watery scarf off and drops it to freeze in a patch, even as she rises on unsteady feet. Without pause, she begins scrambling down the side of the cave, dirt and loosened stones cascading down with her. Whether the movement and dust clouds catch the dragon's eye or not, Satoshi keeps on moving, her boots carrying her to a small outcropping that's promptly used as a springboard. With a crouch and a leap, the kit launches herself at the Silver--or rather, the sheet of ice buried in its spine. She knows Svilfon said to use as little magic as possible, and there are likely alternative methods than what Satoshi is about to do, but when a dragon attempts to chew on your husband, you bite back first. Or, you know, teleport in that icy Blink technique of Satoshi's. She's already learned she can drag a passenger along for the transfer, when she'd used it with Kasyr. However, that had resulted in some portions of the revenant being lost in the process, and he is considerably smaller than a dragon.... and this is precisely what Satoshi is banking on as she enacts the Blink to transport her to the frozen patch that was her scarf. She intends to take only a portion of the dragon, namely the spinal cord and ribcage her ice is embedded into. Survive -that-, you overgrown chameleon.
Svilfon would have been supremely proud of watching Kasyr and Satoshi destroy the dragon in such a typically-them fashion: Satoshi removing its spinal cord and ribcage in a teleporting-like way with the innate timing of Kasyr cannonballing the back of the beast's throat, causing its head to flop wildly back without the support of a skeletal structure to stop it, now that Satoshi has robbed him of his ribs. Yes, quite proud he would be, were it not for the fact the clever dragon within the cave has used the wizard's relaxed distraction to tear itself free of the trap and more than once attempted to gobble him up. Svil is fast enough, though; by more luck than skill (he'd tell you the other way was the truth), he has ended up with his arms grasping the dragon's neck with all his strength, before the pair of them, beast and wizard, come surging out of the cave. The moment feral eyes see its devastated brother, the smaller dragon roars again, the sound echoing throughout all of Larket. Wings explode outwards before they crush down with ferocious strength, sending the creature into the air in a storm of dust. It soars up with a speed that isn't just physical, the magical strength of the beast forcing it high quickly. The wizard holds tightly as a plan comes to his mind, loosely and chaotically; the only type he truly enjoys. He hasn't the strength to control the dragon at all, but he knows Kasyr's physical prowess is much above his own. The wizard focuses then, forcing his mind to latch onto the strings that tie him to his sire and the lady icicle both. It's vague, not an image or a sound, but a sense of feelings shared, despite the latter not being a vampire any more. He needs Kasyr's help, quickly, preferably. His intention is to force the dragon's head down, to use its formidable weight to crush its companion and with the aid of Satoshi's magic hopefully liquify the already deceased dragon... especially if Kasyr can add to its speed with his own... a mixture of dragon weight, dragon and revenant speed with the wizard driving it should probably be enough, with Satoshi free to capture what comes from the collision. Svil just hopes they can hear his frantic plan, otherwise this is going to be one short, painful ride for the wizard...
Kasyr , having slammed into a surface that wasn't quite meant to -halt- him, had continued forward until he slammed into the rock face. And, having witnessed what he'd wrought against the dragon- he'd been fairly content to just lay there, in a rolling-around-trying-to-get errant-dragons-blood-off-of-himself type way. And, really the endeavour was going fairly well, as despite the habitual tendancy for blood to cling to him like a pauper unto the clergy, it was currently peeling off with a extraordinary amount of ease. So, he was only mildly sizzling when Svilfon's request creeped into his mind. It only takes a few moments for the exacts to dawn upon the Kensai, and a bit more time after that for the revenant to drag himself up to his feet and begin moving- the flesh upon his back beginning to bubble and swell. Within moments, the pair of normally concealed slits within the back of the Kensai's trenchcoat are forced open by a viscous spray of blood, and a pair of rapidly unfurling leather wings, the likes of which soon send the revenant hurtling up in the wake of the dragon. "Hey! You! The sniveling serpent! Maybe you'd like to try your hand at doing something -other- than running away from the guy that turned your buddy into an a hand bag. I'd like enough scales to make a matching suitcase!" Really, the revenant has no intentions of rushing -at- Svil and the dragon. Rather, the revenant's intention is to just hurtle -upwards- and see if he can't enrage it enough to make it follow after him.
Satoshi will leave the boys to their games of dragon tag, having received Svilfon's message loud and clear. This lady magus has some cooking to do. Or at least, conjuration of vague kitchenware. From where she perches atop the cave, and atop a bleeding saurian ribcage, Satoshi begins a hurried humming, hands splayed out in the air before her with fingers dancing to the tune. All her focus, save for a single ear cocked toward the skyward conflict, is required for this endeavour as the land was already heavily sapped of moisture with her prior spell. Satoshi must draw on the trees near and distant, the bushes, grass, and tiny streams, drawing the liquid to gather in a quivering sphere before the dragon lair. For a distance around the area, plantlife has shriveled and brooks have dried up to creating a radius of dead land courtesy of the Magister Glacies. And all so that she can construct an ice-hewn bowl around the Silver's carcass, encasing it within the fortified frost in preparation for the second Silver to join it. Satoshi's own mana, augmented by the guild lamen about her neck, is poured into the creation to further solidify the bowl to the sturdiness of Frostmaw's fiercest glaciers. Svilfon wants to lose nothing of their kill, and so Satoshi must ensure her creation will withstand the mightiest of blows... It's up to Kasyr and Svilfon to ensure the beast crashes with enough force to pulverize the carcass into puree, all safely trapped within the house-sized 'bowl'.
Svilfon feels before he hears the grotesquely powerful roar of challenge that the dragon gives Kasyr. The sublime master's body is flapping about, slamming into its neck time and time again as the dragon shifts itself in the air, but he will not let go. Majority of him wants to simply teleport away, but he knows better than anyone alive how much Satoshi hates teleportation magic... and if even a whiff of it tainted her ink, Svilfon would end up having a very important part of him added to a certain ice-queen's collection. So with grim determination he holds on as the dragon shifts in the air, mighty wings twisting it with ferocious force, until it's aimed at Kasyr; ignoring beneath the revenant the bowl of ice Satoshi is making. The wizard begins to yell and scream for the Kensai to move, for Svilfon can feel the dragon's muscles beneath its thick scales, but his words are lost in the roar of air as the dragon flaps its massive wings, using their full width to drive him with tremendous speed right at the Kensai. This would have more than one effect; other than swiftly closing the distance between them, the beast's force is enough to cause a powerful wind to whip through the sky, an old dragon trick to disorientate its flying prey, leaving it ready to be eaten by a massive, and quickly opening mouth. Unless Kasyr was good, very good, he may find himself trapped in turbulent air long enough to be turned into crunchy kensai cuisine.
Kasyr , though seemingly single-minded in his attempt to hurtle up as close to the clouds as this chase might allow, has still been stealing glances down towards the dragon, so as to gauge their relative distance. This sense of tense awareness, in tandem with the abrupt sense of anxiety that he feels emanate from his vassal, is more than enough to coax the Kensai into glancing down towards the dragon's form as it rushes upwards. At least, until that surge of wind slams into his wings, briefly pushing him further up, before sending him downwards in a discordant corkscrew towards the oncoming dragon. Which is about the point the revenant's wings erupt into a gruesome cascade of blood and sparks, effectively granting him a greater control over his descent, at the cost of well. . . Freefall. It also serves a secondary purpose, however, as when that massive beast moves to engulf Kasyr, something which, unlike Svilfon's hopes, he just doesn't seem quite good enough to avoid. At least, until the Kensai pulls one of the empty sheathes clear from his belt, and draws it forward to slam it into the creature's jaw as it moves to bite him in twain - and discharges the sum amount of electrical energy the Kensai was able to invoke through the sacrifice of his wings. The effect is a deafening series of rumbles, as a -series- of kinetic discharges reverberate from the revenant's strike shattering tooth, jawbone, and Katana sheathe alike in a spray of shrapnel, and abruptly sending the dragon into a dizzying spin. Kasyr's not quite done with it, yet, however- as he pulls his body in tight and dives to keep adjacent to it, a seething mass of darkness starting to pool about his right arm, in tandem with the disquieting manner in which the tattoos upon his arm seem to quiver and grow. An effect that's all but lost when that darkness expands out around his arm in an overtly large construct of that limb, effectively composed of his aura made solid. A limb that proceeds to grab hold of that wing, mangle it, and try and ensure the dragon continues with its tailspin. "...Wait. Uh." ...Man. This landing is going to suck. "Merde."
Satoshi's recipe does NOT call for essence of revenant or a dash of wizard, and with her bowl constructed she has a moment to spare thought to this fact. And further spare a musing over how she'll take it out of Kasyr's hide if his lightning spoils the ingredients to her arcane ink. But that is a matter to worry over later, for now she has two Coterie kin in a freefall with a dragon and headed straight for a swim in saurian blood. As the trio draw closer in their descent, Satoshi sinks claws into her left shoulder, the drawing of her eidolon blood ample fuel for the inked mana circle in her flesh, thus summoning her golem into existence in a burst of frost and water. Buster towers above her then, shoulders hunched and head bent, awaiting Satoshi's command. The magus smirks, expression full of fangs and wild glee. The order that's given is one that should make any soldier pause, but Buster is obedient without thought, a fact that leads to him hefting the magus in his thick hand, drawing back his arm, and hurling her skyward without hesitation. However, the kit is not without security as she's catapulted, for coiled about her waist is her scarf, one end of the watery fabric stretching and growing where it's tied to Buster's arm. With all the speed and glittering dust trail of a comet, the magus hurtles directly toward dragon, revenant, and wizard, her course homing in on Kasyr specifically. What exactly she has planned--if you can call it such--becomes clearer when Satoshi comes closer, claws reaching out for Kasyr's coat front even as a tendril of her watery tether extends toward Svilfon: like an upside-down bungee jumper, Satoshi has fastened herself to Buster and then aimed to take hold of her Coterie Mates so that the golem can snap them out of the dragon's crash course with a mighty tug on the scarf-turned-bungee-cord. This landing is still going to suck.
Satoshi could have sent the scarf alone but she's a tad reckless when around Svilfon and Kasyr. Just a tad.
Svilfon feels the impact of sheathe against jaw and cannot help wince in sympathy, that is until the waves of force slam into his body, almost tearing his arms from their sockets as they ripple through the dragon. As the silver begins to spiral down, Svilfon looks out to see Kasyr falling beside them, watching in detached curiosity as his arm grows with the ebon aura, before the wizard lets out a loud, “Oh, by the hairy balls of Sven himself.” Any further words are lost to the roar of the wind as Svil's ride begins to wildly spin faster and faster, corkscrewing down towards Satoshi's bowl with horrendous speed. But is that... Buster... and wait... the whole point of this was to help Satoshi's desire for flight, so why the hell is she flying up towards them?! The most curious look comes across his face, before he reaches out and grabs hold of the watery tendril which comes his way, letting go of the dragon as he does. Within moments he's crashed into Satoshi and Kasyr, a falling reverse-bungee pile of Coterie no longer in the way of the dragon's fast descent, but still hurling towards the ground with vicious speed. As he eyes the now-dead landscape beside Buster, he does the only thing which seems appropriate in the situation. He swears, before screaming past the roar of wind to Satoshi and Kasyr, “Close your eyes and don't bloody open them again, and for the love of Sven's balls, don't let go of your scarf, lady icicle!” It's all the warning given before they crash into the ground with horrifying force... or rather, Svil's hat does. Despite the fact it fits his head perfectly, the moment it strikes the ground, the three of them fall into it, vanishing momentarily from Hollow entirely. It is not possible to explain the horrors which Satoshi and Kasyr would see if they are foolish enough to open their eyes, enough sights undoubtedly to rob them of sanity. But thankfully, though it seems an age, the three of them aren't in there for long. For the bungee which was once reversed now acts as it should, pulling them back up. Kasyr is first, expelled to land on his back. Satoshi follows soon after, landing on top of the Kensai. Svilfon appears upside down, strangely where he should were he wearing his hat, before he falls like a felled tree on to the ground with a groan.
Kasyr s' queue to open his eyes is essentially kickstarted by Satoshi landing on his stomach, "Oof!" which at least provides the upshot of him witnessing Svilfon spill out. On the brightside, at least he's not a major hazard to land upon- given that the construct he'd managed to manifest had seemingly disintegrated somewhere along the lines, leaving little indication of it's presence beyond the tattoo's on the Revenant's arms having become a touch more prominent. Not that Kasyr notices, his first act is to simply hug the Magus, "Well. That, went well. Probably." The revenant pauses, glances about the area, then casually adds, "Think I could send Larket a bill for pest control?"
Satoshi had not planned a return visit after her prior emergency trip through Svilfon's hat. The things she'd seen before, she'd never wanted to see again, let alone remember. She'd rather kiss Bozrah than repeat such a venture, but alas there is no kissable wraith around as an alternative to Svilfon's rescue methods. At least the visit was brief, and the magus had listened obediently when the wizard had instructed her to keep her eyes shut, so it isn't until she's landing sprawled atop Kasyr that Satoshi dares open her eyes. "No one can ever say an Azakhaer does things half-assed, I'll say that much," the kit mutters, groggily caught up in the kensai's hug. With an owlish expression, Satoshi glances from Svilfon to Buster, ensuring they're intact before shaking her head at Kasyr's question. "Then Hildegarde will find out. Bill me instead for pest control. Erm... where are the pests?" Amber-flecked gaze flicks to the frozen bowl and its contents then, for she'd missed the crash during the romp in Svilfon's hat.
Svilfon groans again, though whether it's because of the trauma of him not closing his eyes – someone had to keep them open! - or whether it's Kasyr's dry wit, it's not clear. Nevertheless, he sits up, lifts a hand to check the point of his hat is still pointy (it is) before he looks over at the icebowl. All he can see is its sides, smeared on the inside it seems with something altogether disgusting. Were it any other creature, he'd probably find his stomach rumbling at such a sight. But being dragon... squished and bloody... it's not a sight or smell the wizard wishes to inspect. So all he can manage is a, “I call not checking.” before he lays back down with the muttered, “No... no one can ever say we do things half-assed. If only..” He counts himself as an Azakhaer too, he's part of the House.
Kasyr gingerly nudges Satoshi in the side, "I'll check i-..." Wait, he's going to need to be a bit careful doing that. And not get distracted. "Yeah. I. yeah. Er, in the meantime, there was that whole..thing in the war, and the tattoo thing that you wanted to bring up- et which I have no knowledge on how to pose in a wizardly way?" The revenant continues prodding her. The sooner he can check what Saurian soup looks like it practice, the sooner he can get back. He's also sort of grump that over the sound of the wind whistling through his ears...and then the unfathomable whatever it was in the hat- well, he missed the 'Thud' of victory.
Satoshi eventually manages to peel herself off the kensai, only to stumble in the general direction of the 'Dragon Soup' while a hand is waved dismissively. "Ask him later. I have to get this mess back to the library anyway, we can chit-chat and experiment there." Satoshi pauses mid-step then to glance at Svilfon--and more importantly, his hat, still pointy against all the odds. A frown is produced by the kit at the sight of the defiant headwear. "That is, if you have a mind to join us. We've got more theories floating around there than pixies in Enchantment." Answer or not from Svilfon, Satoshi trudges over to the icy vessel of dragon slop, nose wrinkling against the smell. "Thought they smelled bad on the outside." But the collision appears successful, the contents a great red mess of goop with scales, bone fragments, and the occasional eye or claw floating amidst it. Dragon Soup. Lifting a claw then, Satoshi taps on the ice and delivers its contents a stern look. "See here now," she half-sings to the liquified saurians, "you keep your slimy business off my husband, got it? No matter how tempting his presence is, you're business is with -me-." It may not be perfect as far as spells go, but the Eidolon has enforced her will on the blood to deter it from seeking out Kasyr for hugs. For now.
Svilfon nods his head in a lazy gesture to the snow queen, “Aye, I will join you... as soon as I've washed the stench of dragon off me.” His robes clean themselves, so does his hat. But the wizard himself spent far too long hugging a dragon. “I'll leave you two to take that back to Frostmaw.” He gets up, then, needlessly dusting himself off while wearily looking at the bowl, before shifting his gaze to Kasyr. “You can ask what questions you have there, Kensai. I've wanted to catch you anyway since the lady icicle said there'd been... problems... in Vailkrin. We'll discuss it in Frostmaw. Or if you're stuck in Vailkrin, I'll come visit. I've needed to for a while anyway.” He grins, tips his hat, before turning and beginning to trudge off towards Larket. He doesn't want to teleport so close to the soup, so he would walk quite a while before enacting his magic and taking a well-earned bath.
Kasyr has been battered, and sizzled- quite frankly, his goose is a bit cooked currently, and the opportunity to crash in the library would be -amazing-. Especially when being escorted by someone who could adeptly murder just about anyone that might force the Kensai to exert (gasp) effort. So, with the threat of gore cuddles averted by Satoshi, and her continued presence assured- the revenant is more than happy to make his way back to Vailkrin. Maybe he'll hear back from someone in the meantime.
Satoshi has... a long road ahead of her, getting this soup back to Vailkrin and into the Black Library study room without damaging anything--soup or library contents alike, she doesn't want to owe Deadman again. And she won't be sticking her whiskers back in Frostmaw until she's thoroughly certain the scent of dead dragon is out of every strand of fur, lest a certain knight catch wind. At least the long road comes with good company, in the form of her half-cooked husband. Onwards to studies and magical theories! (But a bath first, and perhaps a well-deserved nap.)