Single Thread RP A House Somewhere in Time and Space

The dragon nods, then has a quiet conversation with the other dragon.
 
"Perhaps I will in a physical form at some point."
"However, I will stay as a voice to you all for now, watching."
"Just to make sure your stay here is enjoyable."


"You need only ask."
"What would you prefer?"


Then, a black crack opens in the wall, and through it walks a black figure in a black, hooded cloak with black, blocky horns upon its head.
They look around for now.
“I think a black would do nicely.”
 
“I think a black would do nicely.”
"Understood."
A mug fades into existence on the table to Valentine's right. Fresh black coffee pours itself into the mug from a point in the air where it just seems to be created, out of thin air.


"..."
"I see you're getting more guests, House Master."

"Yes. What brings you here?"
"I'm on break. Thought I'd come here."
"I understand."

The figure then walks over to one of the doors, and tries opening it. The figure finds it to be locked, though.
"Not just yet. I will let you people into the rest of the House soon. But not yet."
"Perhaps you could get to know the people here first?"

The figure shrugs, and turns around to assess the three others in the room.
 
"Understood."
A mug fades into existence on the table to Valentine's right. Fresh black coffee pours itself into the mug from a point in the air where it just seems to be created, out of thin air.
“Sweet. Or should I say butter?”

Valentine takes the coffee and starts drinking it, seemingly not caring about the temperature.
 
The figure walks over to the centre of the room, apparently to assess the talking dragons more closely.

They decide to not interrupt their conversation, and opt instead to sit on the same couch Valentine was on.
On the other side, as physically far away as they can manage.
 
The two dragons stop their conversation anyway, and turn to look at the figure.
 
The two dragons stop their conversation anyway, and turn to look at the figure.
The figure looks at them with their featureless face. It's hard to tell where the hood and the shadow it makes stops and their head, no doubt inside the hood, begins.
"Hello."
 
For now the two dragons decide to simply lie on the floor, due to the couchs likely not being designed with dragons in mind, and as I gtg.
 
For now the two dragons decide to simply lie on the floor, due to the couchs likely not being designed with dragons in mind, and as I gtg.
Indeed, the couch isn't designed with dragons in mind.

The figure decides to get up and off the couch, to sit on the floor.
They then look at the tv, and the radio.
"Are there any preferences here for anything to put on the tv or the radio?"
(Cya)
 
One of the two dragons turns to look at the figure.
"And what is a TV?"
 
One of the two dragons turns to look at the figure.
"And what is a TV?"
"Oh. Uh."
The figure pauses to think for a bit.
"...an electric box that can show moving... images and pictures. You know what those are, yes?"
 
The dragon nods.
"I have not heard of such a use for electricty before."
 
The dragon nods.
"I have not heard of such a use for electricty before."
"It really is quite interesting..."
"But I'll spare you the details. I'm guessing you've never heard of a radio either?"
 
"No, I have not."
 
"No, I have not."
"Alright."
<Seems like they're not from someplace with average technology...>
<Though they do know what electricity is...>
<Hm...>
"Well, that would be an electric... sound maker. It makes music."
 
"Interesting... And who might you be, if you do not mind my asking?"
 
"Interesting... And who might you be, if you do not mind my asking?"
"I am Ver."
"How about you?"

Ver also looks at the other dragon.
"That includes you too."
 
"Streyll."
"Niyr."
 
"Streyll."
"Niyr."
"Nice to meet you two."
Ver then looks at Niyr again.
<...why do they...>

Ver shakes their head, and then stands up.
"..."
He turns around and moves the table next to the couch he was just on (not the one with Valentine's coffee on it) to the side, apparently making room for something...
 
Niyr would stare at Ver for just long enough to be noticeable, and possibly even a bit uncomfortable, but afterwards he'd turn to speak to Streyll.
 
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