Character Chat (Anyone can join)

Moon: Well, that portal wasn’t a “divider between worlds”. It was a portal from the clouds to the surface, so that i don’t have to hire a stupid dragonkin or scorpon or something to carry me down.

Jackson: Wait. Dragonkin? Like a dragon?

Sashay: Dragonkin are dragons and their relatives, like sea monsters and what the grounders call ‘dinosaurs’. Fun fact: The exctintion of dinosaurs was actually when the wizards relocated them so they wouldn’t destroy the human race. Then they evolved wings.

Jackson: So….how much would it cost to get one?

Sashay: Depends. What type would you want, do you want to raise it yourself, get a pre-trained one, and do you actually know how to take care of it. Also, you need tons of space, and it needs to be allowed to breed, so you might end up with a whole family.

Jackson: Nevermind. I could 100% take care of a dragon, but I don't have the space, unless……MORGAN!
Morgan: No. Not in a million years, baby brother.
Jackson: You are two years older than me. Two. Years.

Sashay: I would be down to sell one to you, but you need to prove you can handle it. Literally almost every rich person I meet thinks they can care for one, and then I find out they can’t even ride it.

Morgan: Jackson can hardly sit on a couch without screaming, much less a fricking dragon.
Jackson: That was uncalled for.
Morgan: Well, it's true.
Jackson: I didn't get shot on purpose, Mor! And I was literally shot three days ago.

Jackson: Me or Morgan?

Morgan: I am honored if they're a good person and pissed if they're not

Jackson: I'm honored either way!

Morgan: So like Jackson.
Jackson: Stop being rude, Morgan.

Morgan: With his luck he's about the poorest baby I know. (Me: Y'all are lucky I didn't bring in Samuel)
Jackson: That's both a bit creepy and weirdly sweet…

Jackson: Yeah, I would know….

Morgan: I have a flipping checklist of all of the injuries you've had: you've been shot twice, stabbed once, broken four bones, sprained and twisted joints, and God knows what else.
Jackson: Two of those breaks were hockey related and thus don't count. And chronologically in the time this discussion is taking place, I've been shot a total of one time.
Morgan: What do you want, a gold star?

Jackson: I haven't been shot or stabbed anywhere important, and I haven't broken my back or my neck or anything like that.
Morgan: I would say that your stomach is important.
Jackson: Yeah, but the knife barely even touched me!

Sashay, Rohl, Glimmer and Glitter: 😳

Glimmer: I just remembered! I have my seer-cloud with me! We can contact Sparkling Creek and The Council can help us get home.

Sashay: As far as I can tell, a seer-cloud is similar to your humans’ ‘phones’.

Glimmer:(her paws light up with yellow magic, and a white line appears in thin air, just floating, looking like it is trying to burst open.) I can’t open the carrier dimension!
Glitter: That probably means we are in a pocket dimension. No wonder there is no way out.