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"What are you doing?" came the puzzled query, from the tiny vampirate, bundled up in a fur-lined coat that she'd borrowed from Bar to go outside in.

What? It was colder-than-polar here, at least for her, and even though she didn't really feel the cold, sometimes she liked to pretend. And besides, the coat was stylish.

"Feedings da squids?" Toki cheerfully answered, "I likes de coat. Want to tries?" He offered up a hunk of raw beef to Darcy with a smile.

She smiled, hands clasped in front of herself for a moment, swinging in a half-circle, "Thank you! I borrowed it from Bar, it's cold out here." She tilted her head, blinking at the beef, but she took it all the same, slinging it out across the ice, almost like a bocce ball, "I didn't know he ate meat."

"One of 'em does, de other one don't likes it as much. I thinks dat she's a vegimparian." He said, matter-of-factly as ever. One tentacle went to grab the chunk that Darcy threw, and he laughed. "He probably is just playings with dem, but is fun to watch de arms flops around on de ice."

Toki was highly entertained by the most peculiar things. "So what has you been doings lately?"

She laughed at that, shaking her head, "Sometimes they'd wave to me when I was sitting over on that rock in the daytime, when I got stuck here before."

A shrug, "Oh, you know, the usual pirate stuff, pillaging and plundering, and really not so much of that, actually, just sailing around in the dark of night and all."

"Still sounds pretty metal, if you asks me." Toki tossed out another bit of meat, and certainly didn't sneak a bit of the raw beef for himself.

"Oh! I gots to sees de insides of de famous Flying Dutchman recently! Dat was totally metal! Dere's a giant pipe organs and de captaing lets me plays it for him. He don't knows much about playings it, but I tells him I could teach him if he wants me to. Dat way, he's gots something to do when he's goings and collectings de souls of de dead!"

She tilted her head, "It exists?" She shook her head, "I've always thought it was just a story." Her brow creased slightly then, "Though I suppose I should have known better, after all, the Captain and his ship and the rest of us are supposed to be 'just a story' as well."

"Ja! But apparentlies, Davy Jones dies like, a whiles back and my pal Will takes over for him as de captain. Is pretty metal, though, don't you thinks?" He was practically buzzing with excitement.

She nodded at that, smiling once more, "Well, ships need captains, otherwise they aren't good for much. He's got a crew I hope. A good one. Ship's nothing without a captain, captain isn't much without a crew." Another smile, "And a crew's not much more than a mob without a ship."

"Ja, he gots a good crew, I thinks. I bet he just uses Davy's old crew, since he just recruits newly-dead and long-dead sailors. You hears de stories, I is sure."

Who HADN'T heard the tale of Davy Jones?

She nodded, "Oh I have, and I doubt those have changed much over the ages. And that's good at least, keeping things in order I trust." She shrugged then, "Not a lot would get done asea without being in order."

"I sure he is. I means, Will Turner is all abouts order and keepings things on even keels, or whatevers. Dat's who he is." He shrugged. "Dat and I thinks he does swordfightings too, since he brings dat up when I tells him abouts guitar playings and piano."

Toki was rather proud to know the real captain of the Flying Dutchman.

She smiled again at that, nodding, "Sounds rather as if he'd get on well with the Captain, he's all about keeping things steady as well, making sure everything's done, done well, and done on time."

"Do you worship them?" I asked, standing in Curiosity.

What? The Gedri are strange creatures, and thus it was a valid question.

"Nah, I don't worships dem. Dey's my friends!" Toki explained, tossing another bit of raw cow flesh into the water, watching the tentacles wrap around it. He then turned to the voice, and his eyes got huge.

"WOWEE!! A dragon!!" He exclaimed. "I can't believes it!"

"Do they speak to you?" I had been swimming several times, and while I had seen the creatures, I had not believed them to be sentient.

I hissed lightly. "Yes, a dragon, or Kantri, as we call ourselves. I am called Kédra," I answered, dipping my head and sending a wave down my long neck.

Toki shook his head, "Nah, but dey waves at me when I comes by sometimes. De girl don't likes meat, but de boy squid like to plays with it." He shrugged one shoulder and stood in slight awe.

"I... can't believes it. I really can'ts. I loves dragons a lots! My name is Toki Wartooth, nice to meets you, Kédra!" He gave an informal bow and smiled wide. "My bandmate Skwisgaar likes dragons even more, and I bets he's not goings to believes me if I tells him I meets you. He is... hard to convince of stuff."

"Well met, Toki," I answered, unsure if I should laugh or not. To use the human term, I had never been fanboyed before, or at least not so exuberantly. It was an interesting experience.

"You are welcome to introduce us. I am living here for now and would be glad to meet this 'bandmate' of yours."

Fanboying wasn't something Toki usually did. He usually was the one being accosted by fans. The rare occasion would be if he met Han Solo (Which he had, and got an autograph), or met something out of legend, such as Thor, or, you know, a dragon.

His delight and interest was piqued, and he smiled wide. "I will dos dat. Skwisgaar adores dragons, almost as much as guitar, and dat's a lot!" So much so, that Skwisgaar had Toki get a tattoo of a dragon for his Christmas present.

The Norwegian sat back down, trying his damndest not to be too excited. "So you lives here now? Dat's metal. Maybe if you comes into bar, you could meets de other dudes from my band. We is all big into dragons and knights and vikings and stuff. We could even maybe writes a song abouts you!"

It's not very often that Toki acts five years old, but when he does, it's for a damn good reason.

"What is a guitar?" My knowledge of human instruments was sadly limited to the lute.

"I live here while I am Bound, as many others do, or so I have been told. I do not fit in the bar, so I have not been able to see for myself." Knights? Vikings? In truth, if I asked about every word I did not know, half of my conversations would consist of nothing but.

"You honour me, Toki," I answered, dipping my head again.

Toki pouted slightly. "Dat's brutal, but you is very big. Exactly dragon-sized, so I guess is gives and takes. And I don't honors nobody but myself." He said, straightforward as ever.

His smile didn't falter, he'd had to explain a guitar before. "Is a string instrument, six strings, and a mouthpiece to sounds out de notes. I plays an electric one, but dere is grandspas gu... acoustical ones. I could come and plays something for you if you wants me to." Heck, he might even go and find Skwisgaar and play a duet for the lovely bronze beast.

He raised both brows in hope, "Minds if I leaves you for a second to gets de guitar and amplifiers?"

"If you wrote a song about me, I would consider that an honour," I explained.

The Gedri was again using words I did not know. "...that would perhaps be best," I managed, a little lost. Maybe I would learn what he referred to if I saw it.

Toki jumped up, leaving behind a pile of meat, "Helps yourselfs!" He said, before dashing inside.

He found Skwisgaar without much trouble, and - flailing madly - he explained in prafictly cleers anglush what was going on. The fact that he couldn't stop talking less than a mile a minute would likely be a clear hint as to his excitement. Finally, he just huffed, rolled his eyes, and tugged Skwisgaar (and Pompeii) out of his chair, tossed him the coat he'd brought along just in case, and lugged his mini-amp and guitar back out to the lake.

Kédra, meet Skwisgaar Skwigelf. Fan o' the dragons.

Skwisgaar had been mid-rant about going outside in 'de dildos weather' when it finally got through to him just what Toki had been flailing about.

After all, Kédra was rather difficult to miss, being a dragon-sized dragon and all.
"...oh. I sees." And likely he'd be flailing as well, once he got over the shock.

Pompeii, the kitten-sized copper dragon perched on his shoulder was apparently equally in awe, at least until he decided that the guitarists clearly needed to be protected from the other dragon, craning his head forward and hissing, spitting sparks. About as menacing as an irate kitten as well.

It did not take long for the Gedri to return, this time with one other. "Greetings to you. I am called Kédra," I said calmly, dipping my head and sending a wave down my neck. "Are you Sskwhisghaar?"

Then the impossibly tiny Kantri on the human's shoulder hissed. I stood in open Shock a moment, before hissing in Agitation, "Hhow dhoo thou hast a youngling hwit thee?"

Immediately, I called in the Language of Truth to the littling, "May I bespeak thee? I am called Kédra."

Edited 2008-01-07 07:51 (UTC)