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Published: 2012-03-01 04:32:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 636; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 9
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Weapons : Kneaded eraser, 7B, HB pencils . . .and Nutella dipped strawberries, for strength!. . .ENJOY!
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This is spectacular!!! I like this much more than the colored version----truly excellent!!
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Thank you very much!
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The dragon looks fierce ...i like it
awwsome..
you have a big talent...
iF you don't mind..
Visit My Gallery and leave your comment on my Artwork
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Nutella dipped strawberries: +10 to dexterity. Damn that sounds good...
You should really consider T-shirt designs too. Puedes hacer camisetas bellas! I'd rock it!
Also, what paper did you use? The texture looks different.
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Haha! Yea, they're delish when accompanied with almonds too.
Thank you! This ones already on a T-shirt and hoody in CafePress, well, the colored version. I just can't sell it yet.
Oh Paper? Oddly the sketchbook doesn't say anything, but my guess is thin bristol paper.
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Oh wow! Awesome. I can't wait till you can. I will rock le swag when possible!
Huh. It definitely looks different from my sketch book. Much more porous.
Oh! I've FINALLY STARTED WRITING THE PART WITH GERAL! Huhuhuhuhu. Poor Geral...well, kinda. Geral's got a way with words too XD
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Por si?! Huhuhu, eso sería fantástico!
Oh that, yea thats just my scanner, in real view its not so speckled look'n.
QUE LE HICISTES A GERALDO!? XD Ooo yus he does, well, how you've written him.
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Um, I think you said, "For real? That sounds fantastic!"
Hm, you I think you said, "WHAT WILL GERAL DO?" Let me put it this way...you know that gadget that Cid used in the interview?
...yeah...
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Pretty close! "Yea? That would be fantastic!"
Fo real is, de verdad.
Oh I said, "What did you do to Geral!"
And now I see. . .
"Geral was NOT made to be an electrical conduit!"
but thats hilarious!
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HUHUHUHUHUHU. That was awesome. Dude, I'm kinda tempted to send some of what I've written.
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HNNNG! CAN I?!
*Voice in head says no, must wait. . .other voice yells, READ IT DURR-HURR!*
. . .must. stay. POFESSIONAL! . . .
Ahem. . .I would very much enjoy what you've written, sir.
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BRAKOW!
Cid blinked a few times before pivoting abruptly and exiting the Wonderbago. Mitch teleported outside short after. He had to restrain another “Ee.”
There was a small hustle of various dragons tromping about the street, from the four-legged to the two, with the majority of them distracted by dragon-proportioned iPhones, iPods, and generally any device that would make you the prime target for an oncoming bus while you were too busy slinging a virtual bird up a pig's ass.
His first instinct was to chat it up with his reptilian kin, but then the dragon, remarkably, remembered that Nasha was currently imprisoned in another man's chest hair. The dragon renewed his focus and sought his human comrade. “Cid? Cid?”
“Right here,” said an ocher, anthropomorphic dragon in a suede brown bomber jacket with matching trousers and chromed black boots, his head covered in long, earthen blonde quills.
“Oh, hey Cid,” Mitch said casually. He was about to walk off when he suddenly froze. Slowly, he turned his head back to Cid, his head tilting to the side.
“Um...Cid?” Mitch asked. “How does suede hold up against scales?”
The dragon form of Cid sidled up to Mitch and whispered, “Don't give it away! I'm incognito!”
Mitch raised an eyebrow. “I don't like the name Incognito. You should call yourself Jerry!”
“Nah man!” Cid said. “It's my disguise. The dragons here will flip a lid if they see a human. That's why I got my handy dandy holo-cloak.”
“You mean that doohickey you got out of the safe?” Mitch asked.
“Among other things. Now let's get going. I think the dragon we need lives in one of these stick-up-the-ass fancy row houses...Mitch, you alright?”
Mitch had a blank expression on his face, his tail twitching rhythmically. He said in a hushed voice, “Do you hear that?”
Cid looked to his left and right. “Hear what?”
Mitch's tail-twitching intensified. He sought out the music like a dog on the trail of a bacon-wrapped hobo.
Cid followed him and asked, “What the hell's gotten into you man?”
Mitch bit his lower lip. “It's...BOWIE!”
“What?”
Mitch approached one of the matching venetian homes, sat upon the porch, and knocked eagerly upon the door. “It's here!” he told Cid. “It has to be!”
Cid shook his head as he sided himself next to Mitch. “Get your head straight man! Just because you heard David Bowie doesn't mean-”
The wooden, arch door swung open, revealing a dragon nearly as tall Mitch. His scales were like polished cobalt, the plating upon his chest and shoulders the color of bruised roses, his matching horns siding a his deep blue mohawk dorsal. His glacial eyes regarded them impassively, his paw fiddling with a small, glowing crystal tied around his neck. He sat up on his haunches and stroked his fine, azure goatee.
A collaborative tune by David Bowie and Nine Inch Nails echoed throughout his home. He spoke, his voice deep and drenched in disdain. “Geral, is not, impressed.”
Mitch poked his head into Geral's home. “Oooooo, is that 'I'm Afraid of Americans' that you're playing?”
With nary a glance, Geral snatched Mitch by his chin horn and directed his head outside his house. “Why are you encroaching upon Geral's morning ablutions?”
Cid intervened then. “Look, what you ablution is none of my business. I'm lookign for a dragon with a knack for stealth, and word around town is that you're the kinda dragon we need.”
Geral twirled the necklace around his paw. “Mm. Deplorable. Next time, do try and get your facts straight instead of spouting such savage conjecture, not doubt divulged by some dolled up dragoness with lard tubs for hindquarters.”
Mitch, as was his tendency, took a moment to register what had just been said. “My secretary got captured by satanic chest hair.”
Geral's lip curled. “Charming. Geral presumes that your egg was dropped one too many times, yes?”
“I'm a guy,” Mitch replied. “I don't lay eggs. Though I did sit on my stove one time.”
Geral's muzzle furrowed. He looked as if he had just swallowed a dollop of are-you-fucking-serious? “Fascinating. Do forgive Geral if he seems distracted. He isso engrossed with your asinine anecdote.”
“It hurt my butt,” Mitch added.
Geral shook his head at Mitch. “That's...just go away.”
“I don't like butt-hurt.”
Cid took advantage of the distraction. He quickly slid himself past Geral and into his home, where he beheld an odd site. “Well I'll be a castrated cat at a cat call corral! You make dresses?”
Geral was not pleased. “HOW DARE YOU TRESSPASS UPON GERAL'S DOMICILE?”
Mitch demonstrated by trotting past Geral and into his living. “Oh wow! Are you a taxidermist?”
Geral followed them, his face contorted with fury. “Do you not listen you imbecile? I make dresses! Why do you make such onerous observations?”
“Well,” Mitch said, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed a dress that looked like the lovechild of a small zoo and an industrial wood chipper cobbled together with some pocket string and a Swiss Army Knife. “Because it looks like the lovechild of a small zoo and an industrial wood chipper cobbled together with some pocket string and a Swiss Army Knife.”
Geral's eye was twitching at this point. Mitch took the dress and wrapped his head and horns. “Look Cid! I'm a Kate Bush video!” He began to prance around Geral's home while singing, “"Aaaaaall yooooouuurs! Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!”
“Focus, Mitch!” Cid said. “Summon the Mitch mojo! We gotta job to do and not much time to do it in!”
Mitch froze mid-prance. He looked over at Geral, who's gaze alone was odious enough to light a puppy orphanage on fire.
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EHEEEEE! Yus, this is amazing so far! Huhuhu, Geral doesn't like his bubble baths to be interrupted.
Well thats cool, I didn't expect Cid to have a disguise device, thats pretty neat! Also, that part when describing the monstrosity of a dress hehe. Man this is fantastic! Even if its just first draft or second? Its coming out really well! Funneh as always!
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Awesome! Though I did screw up one of Geral's lines. He said "I" at one point. BAD ANTIMACH! BAD!
Geral: A little discretion? Geral can smell your cerebral flatulence from here.
-_-
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XD It is tricky, I wrote a short story, and it happened to me too. Still in the works though, it explains how he got his home.
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Oooooo. Intriguing! I'd definitely love to read it. If anything I could add it to the story.
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I think some of his dialogue would fit in, I'll try to see if I can do a few revisions on friday.
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YES! REEEADING MAAATERIAL! If anything, I can help you write more next Saturday.
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