[Action] Going Calling

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Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

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[tallasaking]

Tyrion doesn't stop by the Heron much, but he does like going to speak with Charles Xavier when he can. So here he is, gifts in basket, to find a ... fox waiting outside for him. One eyebrow raises, as he takes in the black fox and the small clip in her ... fur.

Right. Well. "I don't suppose you speak like the ponies, do you?" He was also smart enough to offer her his hand to sniff. Why play it stupid with a wild animal?

[aigue]

Well, it's always refreshing to run into someone who knows how to deal with wild animals. And possibly has food in that basket.

There's another slight pause before Renart walks over and sniffs his hand. Smells normal enough, though she's fully aware that doesn't necessarily mean human in these kinds of situations. Either way she isn't getting any instinctive danger feelings, so she sits down.

"I wasn't aware there was more than one of them," she replies with a heavy French accent.

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Tyrion managed not to jump backwards as the fox spoke because, well, you could just thank the ponies for that one. He arched an eyebrow at the fox, before he shrugged. "A yellow one named Cheese Sandwich, a pink one named Pinkie Pie. Aptly named, if I do say so myself."

He catches her eying the basket, and tosses her a little of the meat he managed to save from the last planet. "It's ... well. Dinosaur, I believe they called it."

[aigue]

Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie.

Okay, sure. Humans give horses bizarre name sometimes, why not ponies giving each other bizarre names? Hell, her own name didn't even start off as a name, she can go with it. It is especially not important when he's offering her actual, real food. Any thoughts on brightly coloured ponies go straight out the window as she quickly snaps up the morsel of dinosaur meat, her tail wagging.

"Don't you have dinosaurs where you're from?" It sounds like the answer is a no, but she wants to be sure. She'll also be staring at him intently to see if he's going to continue being generous with that food.

[tallasaking]

Hey, he didn't name the ponies. They named themselves, after all.

Or at least their parents named them and it ended up being particularly appropriate to whatever their cutie marks were. He for one wasn't marked with anything on his rear end, telling him what his path should be, so he was willing to take it on faith.

He took out another morsel of dinosaur meat. "No, we have dragons. And we wouldn't eat them."

[aigue]

She's trotting around in little circles, eyes plainly on the next bit of dinosaur meat. "You should try one day. Dragon is delicious." Because that's perfectly normal, a talking fox describing what dragon meat tastes like.

"They aren't the same, anyway. Dinosaurs are ancestors to modern birds." Like chicken. Not quite the same taste, but still familiar enough that she had enjoyed hunting down the smaller beasts for a meal.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion made a face at that, "I would rather ... not. One typically does not want to eat one's childhood wish."

Now he was going to tilt his head, disbelieving. "Those tiny chirping beasts came from large lizards? Impossible."

[aigue]

"Dinosaurs aren't lizards. It took millions of years, anyways. Very impressive," she says. It's really too bad she isn't that old, she would have enjoyed seeing the changes. But really, that's all minor compared this nonsense about dragons. She pauses, then sits again, squinting at him with a slight tilt of her head. "What do you mean, childhood wish?"

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"They look like lizards." Is Tyrion's rather dubious answer, "Millions of years -- yes I suppose it would take that long for a chicken to go to a giant ... chicken."

He paused, before he answered frankly, "I always wanted a dragon as a child."

[aigue]

It's never not going to be a funny mental image, and it's made all the better when you happen to know a talking magical chicken yourself. Knowing Chauntecleer's ancestors were monstrous is great when he's such a little squawky thing. "The bigger birds have a closer resemblance."

But ostriches aren't nearly as fun to eat as chicken, and they kick. Hard.

"Why would you want a dragon?" She asks. "Aren't humans normally scared of them?"

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Well I suppose eagles would be more intimidating if one considers they come from giant ... hawks. Without wings. Or at least slightly more threatening." Tyrion mused, before he started to move further into the cargo bay.

"Humans normally are - but I have always been obsessed with them." He answered frankly. Of course I was also obsessed with fire, so ... yes."

[aigue]

She follows after him, still trained on the basket and not really caring whether this is considered normal or if it's trespassing.

"I can't say I'm a fan of fire. It's an unpleasant way to die," she says thoughtfully. "... Thinking about it, my experiences with dragons aren't much better."

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He tosses a look over his shoulder at her, arching an eyebrow. "Is that why you try to hunt and eat them? So they stop setting you on fire?"

[aigue]

Renart only gives him a serious look in response. "No. I had a friend whose hobby involved defeating every monster he could find."

And she tagged along, because why not?