trans_9 | she's a maneater; make you work hard, make you spend hard

Who: Crematia and YOU
Where: Everywhere in the City level, take your pick
Summary: Crematia goes on a stroll. Naked.
Warnings: She is quite possibly the most awful person to grace your presence. Expect her to fling mockery from her behalf, threats, temper tantrums, to even possibly bodily and emotional harm. Watch out.

Crematia misses her lair greatly. She misses fire and the sulfuric stench, the heat, the danger, everything of Darklady Mountain. And no words, not even the most awful curses uttered from demons from the Abyss, can fully convert her contempt and hatred for this place. She despises it so much, she spits fire everywhere, hoping the buildings will catch fire. Of course, they never do, as Stacy - Crematia hates Stacy as much as she hates Aurican - will find a way to stop her fire and try to discipline Crematia.

Really, what is it and these stupid lesser beings that don't understand she is better than any of them? It is not a hard concept to understand.

Which is why Crematia is walking around in the City level in human form, completely nude. In her logic, if no one will see her something to revered then she is something to be remembered.

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"Depends on what those wrong ideas actually entail."

She folds her arms, propping up her breasts. "What is your impression of a bad idea?"

"Anyone attempting to do the sort of thing that a lovely naked woman might inspire without your consent," Morgan said. Not that he knew anyone on the ship who WOULD take such an action, but he also knew he didn't know everyone on the ship, and surely not everyone could be forthright and moral.

....

Watchchu talking about Willis?

Crematia doesn't get it. It shows on her face.

...

"You're a sexy girl," Morgan said after a moment, nonplussed. "Molestation. Rape. THAT sort of thing. I was trying to dance around being direct..." he said, scratching the back of his head as he looked away with an awkward smile.

Oh. Right. Now she gets it.

But kanyeshrug! If someone goes that way toward Crematia, it will be the last thing they will ever do. "I will handle it then. It will be their mistake."

"Yeah, that's the point I was making, you have that sort of I-can-handle-myself aura," he said with a vague motion around her. His kind-of-cool attitude was totally smashed by this point.

"Of course I can, I was born of the Abyss," she states.

Let it be known that she can be literal at times.

"I imagine that made for some interesting birthday parties," he said, a little more smoothly. Okay, recovery, this could happen if they could pretend that whole moment hadn't really happened!

(Of course, he wasn't thinking of quite the same Abyss as she meant -- though the difference was surprisingly small in the important aspects.)

"What's a birthday party?"

Can't you see how innocently sheltered this woman is?

"The celebration, every year, of the anniversary of your birth," he said. It wasn't the first time he'd been asked that -- in fact, it seemed more often than not, the people he met found it to be an odd custom or at least one they'd never considered before. He wondered why that was.

Dragons don't see the point of celebrating some measly date every year, especially when they can live up to thousands of years. Or at least, Crematia doesn't. Those pathetic metallic dragons might, they are pretty soft-hearted enough as it is.

"I don't see the point of that. You ought to be celebrating the anniversaries of your accomplishments, not the day when you are hatched." of course she wouldn't do that either, but she can understand why lesser beings would do that, at least.

...So looking at her eyes really wasn't getting any easier as this conversation went on. "The birthday party is generally, I think, more for your friends and family to celebrate your presence in their life, which being born is kind of a prerequisite for. Also... hatched?"

"Yes. Hatched. All dragons hatched from eggs, they do not do the whole live birth thing that some species do."

Really, dude. She's Crematia, that crazy red dragon. Keep up with the gossip. Or was there any? Crematia might need to change that.

He'd be the wrong person to ask. Last podpop he was distracted with... other things, and then with Medical hemorrhaging people he'd been too busy to hear much about dragons.

On the verge of checking to see if she had a bellybutton, purely because it was a live-birth trait and certainly not because of the terrain his eyes would pass over or near in the process of observing her abdomen, he instead blinked as her answer suddenly made a lot of things clear. Well, of course a dragon wouldn't have a nudity taboo.

"And it would raise the question of, do you celebrate when your egg was laid, too?" he said, casually. "Very nice transformation, by the way, I had no idea. Do you select features and traits for a human form, or does the magic just translate you into 'how you would look, if you were human'?"

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