D’Bra, or Debra to the grammatically challenged sentient creatures who inhabited Earth Realm, was actually beginning to think that babysitting Xane might have been a less stressful assignment that chaperoning three dragons that were relatively new to the concept of humanity.
After a night at a cheap hotel that Agency Zero had thankfully sprung for, she had been dragged to a celebration of far eastern culture and imported products by one of the women under her escort, only to spend the whole day putting out proverbial fires before they became full on city consuming conflagrations.
It hadn’t helped that there was some nerdy little kid also attending the convention with his own personal group of stereotypical anime goons. The two ninja were excusable, but who in their right mind had a maid to do their fighting for them?
Okay, the Iron was pretty well behaved in the grand scheme of things considering he had only been around humans for two years (which was about a three day weekend in dragon terms), but the Platinum…well, there were actually what Debra expected from creatures who thought of humans like something akin to roaches who just showed up in the kitchen one morning.
Although the Iron’s whole idea of being a competitor in the UFF was a little odd. As she had just learned Ranma’s travel plans a few minutes after getting their supernatural visas, Debra hadn’t had been able to get much of an answer out of him as to why Ranma had decided to take part in such a spectacle other than some woman named Ayane had invited him to participate.
“Hey Ayane, this Fred guy said you were in-oh good you’re dress-AHEM,” Ranma stammered before he came into the locker room with the other three girls behind him. “So, I got the invite to the tournament and they said I could bring some guests with me backstage so-um.”
“Ranma you made it!” Ayane cried out before giving the kid a big hug, in which he went absolutely ridged in response to. To which Ayane replied with a rise of her back that brought her cleavage right up under the boy’s nose.
Once the boy had been thoroughly paralyzed, Ayane let go and ruffled his hair. “Oh you’re just so cute.” The kid a had long way to go if he hoped to make it with the UFF fans if a little casual boobage made him completely freeze up.
Then, Ranma remembered his company and what usually happened to people who got too friendly with him. So he managed to break free and jump away. But when nothing happened, he moved to make introductions. “Right, this is Sue, Jane and Debra.” He blinked at the three girls, who upon entering had just stopped and stared at the other Japanese person in the room. “You guys okay?”
Debra managed to close her mouth after hearing Ranma’s question, but she continued to stare at this Ayane Anno. Although she certainly looked human, the eyes of a platinum dragon could see beyond just skin tone and skimpy clothes. She saw what was underneath, and couldn’t help but gape.
Now, before we continue, it should be stated that dragons have a bit of what is commonly referred to as a 'genetic memory'. It was instilled in them by their creators long ago during the Jurassic Age in order to know how to talk and understand verbal commands from the moment they were born; such things really saved time when it came to the Saurians training of their slave races.
But after those slave races rebelled, one of them placed a lasting memory into their children to be carried down the line, so that they would always remember the other race that died out in order to give the dragons a chance at freedom. Every dragon would recognize a psion at even the briefest glace, as well as remember the sacrifice they underwent for the children of their cousins could be free.
Well, unless said dragon was originally a human who only recently became a dragon thanks to the enigma that the dragons learned a crude version of shape shifting magic from.
“Holly shit, it’s a-” Jane’s comment was rudely interrupted when the door banged open to admit two gorgeous men with long hair in dressy uniforms. She almost clocked the intruders for interrupting her, but stopped when she noticed the similarities between their auras and Ayane's that also marked them as psions.
“Excuse us Ms Ayane,” Jeeves said before he rushed up to help lead the dragons out of the room while the other butler handed Carla her ‘Desire’ costume.
“Here you are Ms Carla, I told you we were fast when it comes to getting out stains,” Jarvis told her. “Now, we’ll entertain your guests while the two of you get changed.”
Back in the room, Carla looked down at her outlandish outfit and sighed. “Gee…thanks.” Note to self: Next time, use acid to get rid of this thing.
Soon as the door closed and left them out in the hallway, Debra finally unfroze and whirled to face their hosts. “Now just…hold on just a damn minute! Who the-what the-and how the HELL are you people even here?”
“Ma’am, if you would follow us into one of the soundproof dressing rooms, we would be happy to answer any questions you have about…you know,” Jarvis told the woman.
(Posted Mon, 27 May 2013 04:46)
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