trans_9 | CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.

Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.

Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.

The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!

[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]

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Jamie clears his throat and admits, "Ah, not as such, no." How hard could it be, though? Swing it over your head like you would the claymore and then attack. Simple. "But if ye decide that it should be covered in your lessons," he adds hopefully, "I'd think there would be some other people that might have a wee bit of interest in learning. Besides myself, that is."

He takes the flamberge when it's offered. Even still in its sheath, he can tell that he wouldn't be able to easily wield it. It's best not to even try - although he does pull it partway from the sheath so he can take a look at the blade. "Verra nice," he murmurs appreciatively, turning it slightly so he can get a better view.

Re-sheathing the sword, he hands it back to Kang. "Whoever forged that did a fine job. Thank ye for letting me take a look."

Oh no. There's more to it than just swinging it around. "I'll make sure to mention it, see how many I might be dealing with. I should warn you right now, though, it'll be harsh training. Injuries will happen," Kang grinned.

Taking the flamberge back, he buckled it onto his belt and patted the hilt fondly, "It's done me well the past thirty years or so."

"As long as ye don't drop half a glacier on me, I think I can stand a few wee cuts and bruises," Jamie comments dryly. Although if he does get injured, he'll make sure it's promptly looked at. He really doesn't want an angry Katara swooping down on him again. Once was plenty.

"So, ye mentioned someone named Ronon before. I don't think I've met him. Is he another..." Jamie breaks off, realizing he doesn't know what Kang is. "Another like ye?"

"Good," Kang leaned back in his seat. At Jamie's question, he paused, and then shook his head, "No, he's a human, like you. I'm currently the only draconian on the crew, and as far as I know, the only one from my world. No humans or elves have drawn weapons on me yet." His tone was casual, as if it were completely normal for that to happen.

"Well, Stacy does tend to get a wee bit upset when that happens. I think most people try not to get into fights here because of that. And it's no like we don't wind up fighting things a lot anyway. Ye weren't awake for the zombies, were ye?"

Kang shrugged, "Even so, I doubt they'd be able to stop themselves. We have a reputation. And... I heard about that. I wasn't awake, no."

"It's good ye weren't. But, between that and what we just went through, it does seem like there's a lot of fighting, aye?"

He's not really understanding, though, why humans or elves would try and kill Kang out of hand, unless... "Is it because that ye look different? Or...ye said a reputation?"

"Figures. I can't ever catch a break," Kang muttered a few curses in Nerakese.

"Draconians didn't have the best of starts on Krynn. We were created from dragon eggs to be soldiers in a war, and we weren't on the, ah, 'good' side. War's over now, and I was working for coexistence, but it's - it was - going to take a long time for attitudes to change."

Jamie, catching that 'was', nods. "It's hard to think of all of that being gone, isn't it?" Normally, he'd say that they'd figure out a way to get everyone's universes back. But in Kang's case...

"Well, have ye found anyone here on Stacy so far that's thought like that?"

"Honestly, I don't really care that much about some of the other nations and races. The thing that bothers me most is that the nation I worked so hard on is gone, and it'd barely begun. Not to mention everyone I personally cared about," Kang's wings rustled. "My mate and hatchlings, the other girls, my old regiment..."

He shook his head, "No. But no one on this ship has had family killed, or worse, by draconians."

"I don't think your loved ones are gone." Jamie says, sounding quite convinced this is the case. "They're probably here, just not awake yet." He knows it's small comfort, but he offers it out, anyway.

However, he's pretty sure he doesn't want to find out what Kang means by 'worse', so he simply adds, "And until we can figure out how to defeat the Ohm and restore our universes, at least ye don't have to worry about someone attacking ye because ye are a Draconian." There may be the occasional person who isn't familiar with non-humans who might try, but Jamie doesn't say that part out loud.

Kang looked down at the table, smiling to himself, "They probably are. I tell that to myself every day, but until I see them with my own eyes, the worry won't go away. I keep myself busy to keep my mind off of it."

No, Jamie doesn't want to find out, and he won't be told unless he were to ask specifically. Barely holding in a growl, his wings rustled. "We will defeat the Ohm. And at this point, I'd welcome an attack, simply because it'd mean that I wasn't alone. Anyone from Krynn with a lick of sense would stop once I told them who I was."

"Aye. We will," Jamie agrees. Somehow, someday, they will. "But I can understand, wanting to have the ones ye care about there. It's..." He's about to agree that it's lonely. Very lonely, at times.

He drops his head, staring at the tankard for a moment before looking back up. "It'd be better, if they were awake."

Edited 2010-03-23 03:07 (UTC)

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