Trainer Ben
Super Trainer
- 406
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 34
- Sierra Vista
- Seen May 6, 2013
Bob and Chan had finished explaining about Jason's 'true form'.
"...Let me get this straight. A Draken is some kind of cross between a human and a dragon," Jason started.
"Yes," Chan replied.
"And I'm one of them."
"Right,"
"And I used to live here?" Jason questioned. Chan nodded.
"Then how come I don't remember anything?" Jason asked.
"Because we were washing your brain and the memories must of accidentally fallen off," Bob explained happily. Chan hit him again.
"Shut up! Anyway, try remembering. Think about, um..., fire or whatever you humans think is destructive," Chan suggested. Jason closed his eyes. At first, nothing came. Then, he started seeing fire, dead bodies, and eventually, the minions of Diablos. Suddenly, he fell to the ground and clutched his stomach. He had never felt so much pain before...
"Jason! You eat something bad or what?" Chan asked Jason.
"I think he has...um...(what do they call it...)...oh! He might have diaherrea!" Bob exclaimed. Chan smacked him once more.
"How many times do I..." Chan started, but then looked down at Jason, who stood up.
"I've changed, haven't I? Into a draken..." Jason quietly said. He looked down at his hands, which were now Dragon claws. His legs and feet were now dragon as well. He also felt he had control of a new part: a tail.
"Yes. You have aquired the mixed form of a human and a dragon," Chan said. Jason then felt wings on his back.
"Hey, can I fly or breath fire?" Jason asked. Chan snickered. Finally, he started laughing, Bob joining in for no reason.
"Listen. You might be able to fly with practice, but breath FIRE?! Ha! You're a draken! You still have human traits, and that includes most of your upper body," Chan laughed. He turned towards a tree, and inhaled his breath. Then, in a blast of heat, he shot a stream of fire at the tree, burning it to a crisp.
"See that? That there is 800 degrees farhenhite of pure fire. And you pansy humans can only sustain 120 until your skin burns," Chan bragged.
"Whatever. Anyway, when are these other drakens supposed to arrive?" Jason asked.
"Soon," Bob replied. Jason lifted his hand and was about to scratch his head. Suddenly, Chan stopped him.
"Wait! You do NOT want to do that," Chan warned. Jason gave him a mean look.
"Why not? I have an itch," Jason said.
"If you scratch your human skin with dragon claws, you'll be waiting months for those gashes to heal into scars," Chan explained.
"Then how am I supposed to scratch an itch?" Jason complained. Chan pointed towards a tall tree.
"The old fashioned way. Rub your back up and down against..." Chan started. Jason interrupted.
"I'll pass,"
"...Let me get this straight. A Draken is some kind of cross between a human and a dragon," Jason started.
"Yes," Chan replied.
"And I'm one of them."
"Right,"
"And I used to live here?" Jason questioned. Chan nodded.
"Then how come I don't remember anything?" Jason asked.
"Because we were washing your brain and the memories must of accidentally fallen off," Bob explained happily. Chan hit him again.
"Shut up! Anyway, try remembering. Think about, um..., fire or whatever you humans think is destructive," Chan suggested. Jason closed his eyes. At first, nothing came. Then, he started seeing fire, dead bodies, and eventually, the minions of Diablos. Suddenly, he fell to the ground and clutched his stomach. He had never felt so much pain before...
"Jason! You eat something bad or what?" Chan asked Jason.
"I think he has...um...(what do they call it...)...oh! He might have diaherrea!" Bob exclaimed. Chan smacked him once more.
"How many times do I..." Chan started, but then looked down at Jason, who stood up.
"I've changed, haven't I? Into a draken..." Jason quietly said. He looked down at his hands, which were now Dragon claws. His legs and feet were now dragon as well. He also felt he had control of a new part: a tail.
"Yes. You have aquired the mixed form of a human and a dragon," Chan said. Jason then felt wings on his back.
"Hey, can I fly or breath fire?" Jason asked. Chan snickered. Finally, he started laughing, Bob joining in for no reason.
"Listen. You might be able to fly with practice, but breath FIRE?! Ha! You're a draken! You still have human traits, and that includes most of your upper body," Chan laughed. He turned towards a tree, and inhaled his breath. Then, in a blast of heat, he shot a stream of fire at the tree, burning it to a crisp.
"See that? That there is 800 degrees farhenhite of pure fire. And you pansy humans can only sustain 120 until your skin burns," Chan bragged.
"Whatever. Anyway, when are these other drakens supposed to arrive?" Jason asked.
"Soon," Bob replied. Jason lifted his hand and was about to scratch his head. Suddenly, Chan stopped him.
"Wait! You do NOT want to do that," Chan warned. Jason gave him a mean look.
"Why not? I have an itch," Jason said.
"If you scratch your human skin with dragon claws, you'll be waiting months for those gashes to heal into scars," Chan explained.
"Then how am I supposed to scratch an itch?" Jason complained. Chan pointed towards a tall tree.
"The old fashioned way. Rub your back up and down against..." Chan started. Jason interrupted.
"I'll pass,"