Name (Nickname): Jibril [Jack]
Attire: Light forest green, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, dark red cargo shorts with black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles.
Weapon: double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, and two hunting knives.
Location: Charon
Tagging: Zaphkiel/Anyone/Potentially Laela/Valkyrie/Danika
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.
Name (Nickname): Zaphkiel [Zack]
Attire: Dark red duster jacket with grey tank-top, black cargo pants, silver suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles.
Weapon: Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers.
Location: Charon
Tagging: Jibril/Anyone/Potentially Laela/Valkyrie/Danika
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.
“Well! How was I supposed to know that it would get angry?!” Jibril said, looking at her brother with indignation, a small blue and silver dragon perched on one shoulder while a green and gold dragon was perched on her other shoulder. The blue and silver dragon rubbed it’s face against Jibril’s cheek while the green and gold dragon kept eying Zaphkiel, hopping a little on Jibril’s shoulder as if to jump onto his. The sounds it made eventually made Zaphkiel hold out his arm to take the small beast onto his own shoulder. Just because it was a cute animal did not mean that this argument was over. Far from it.
“It’s called a dragon for a reason, Jibril. Draaaa-gon, not lizard,” he replied, watching the little creature crawl up his arm, small wings extending while it’s tail wiggled about to help it keep it’s balance. Okay, it was pretty cute. Eventually it settled on his shoulder before huffing a little, looking up at Zaphkiel with huge purple eyes. He stroked under it’s chin while staring at his sister. It was a good thing that these dragons had been orphans to begin with, or they would have had to fight not only the predator trying to eat them, but their mother as well since Jibril had technically stolen them from Dragonia. And by technically, he meant actually.
“Well, whatever. They are cute and we’re keeping them. End of discussion. Besides, I already named mine! He shall be…Sabbin!”
“Jibril…”
“Yes?”
“Yours is a girl.”
“…Give me yours then.”
“No. That one is yours.”
“But I-”
“You’re keeping it!”
“FINE! Yours sucks anyways!”
“Jealous, much?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Smiling at his twin, Zaphkiel thought of what to name his little monster companion. He knew his sister would love the little dragon on her shoulder even if she was a fan of all her things being male. He wondered if it had something to do with him, or that she was just weird. It was probably the latter but that didn’t bother him so much. There were a lot of things that had to do with feminity that Jibril just did not conform to. Maybe it was just how they were. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he stroked the soft scales along the dragon’s neck, trying to conjure up a name. Well, he was determined, strong despite his little size…hm…
“I think I’ll name him Dujin.” The little dragon puffed himself up before squeaking and letting all the air out of his lungs. Figuring that meant he didn’t hate the name, Zaphkiel decided that would be it’s name. Hearing a small huff, he looked at Jibril to see her trying to keep a smile off her face and still be indignant. It was endearing in its own way. Stepping up to her, he grabbed her by the chin so that her beautiful eyes could look into his own. He smirked before leaning in close, almost close enough to kiss her.
“You know I would give you everything and anything you would ask of me.”
“And I would for you.”
“Then stop pouting.”
“I AM NOT POUTING!”
Their senses alerting them to something coming towards their general vicinity, the twins looked up to see a bright red glow in the sky. It wasn't a meteor as they could both sense the large amount of metal and circuits that were on board. A ship was going to crash land on the planet and pretty soon it did. They felt the ground shake from the impact, maintaining their balance as the dragons squawked and clung to their masters. They didn't like the heavy feeling that the crashing ship left behind. Yet they weren't inclined to go investigate. Usually when ships crashed there were too many people. And too many people was something they were extremely wary of. It was why they were in the merc business to begin with. They didn't have to worry about too many people. Just the thought of all the potential hands touching them made their skin crawl as they looked to each other and nodded slowly. They would not investigate even if they wanted to. However, Jibril couldn't help herself and took out her spectacles, the goggles allowing her to see up to 25km away. Slipping them over her eyes, she saw the smoke drifting up to the sky and calculated that those people had landed at least 15km away. She didn't see any people yet and wondered if anyone had been able to survive the-
"There are people over there but there are only three. Should we go?" Zaphkiel put on his own goggles, looking at the wreckage. There would be valuable metal on a ship like that but then there were those people. They didn't look like they knew each other very intimately, but he could be wrong. Still, he didn't like the feeling he was getting from that ship. It was the same as when they had been in the labs. That feeling that
those men had imprinted on their senses. He didn't like it, but he knew that Jibril would be dying to get her hand on any of those parts. She liked to tinker though she could only fix small devices. He could feel the metal calling to them but still he hesitated. He didn't like this situation at all.
"People mean we could-"
"I know."
"You still want to risk it?" Staring at each other, blue looking into brown, they both came to a consensus on the answer. They didn't have to say it out loud but the words slipped from their lips regardless. Their link wouldn't allow them to remain silent when their thoughts were in such harmony.
"Yes," Zaphkiel shook his head while Jibril grinned with mischief. So whoever those guys were were going to have to deal with the mercs from Charon who weren't to be taken lightly. Adjusting their goggles' settings to normal mode, they walked back to their speeders, turning the machines on with a few button presses. The machines rose slightly off the ground and the little dragons were tucked into special pouches that would protect them from the elements while they rode. It wouldn't take too long, but eventually they would make it to the area that those people were in. However, it didn't help that they had a nagging feeling that this encounter was going to alter the course of their lives.
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