❖ Bahamut's Summit

@❖ Chris Roma Mini let the cloud she lay on float along with her lover's lookalike, watching him from above. He seemed... upset? 'Ah I want to get closer...', Mini thought to herself, leaning over the edge of the cloud. She in her lower lip, brows drown up together as she gazed at the man. Hundreds of years had passed since she'd last laid eyes on her living lover, but down in icey dungeons of her castle he still lay looking as if he'd just fallen asleep. The demon of gluttony sniffed, easily picking out his scent from the many others that clouded the area. 'Ah... he smells like him too...' She kept following him, watching him from the skies as he wandered the dragon's lands.

Once the scent of dragon eggs had faded from her breath, masked by the sweet mintyness of the cloud she snacked on, she jumped down from the sky. Her humanoid form hit the rocks with a deafening thud, the ground cracking beneath her on impact. She landed a few meters before the man, clad in a simple dress that betrayed her lack of interest in fashion. Now that she was closer, the differences in their appearance were more pronounced, and yet... the similarity was striking. Mini's heart was beating like a drum. She knew there was no way this lookalike was him. She knew he was resting peacefully in her castle. She knew, and yet... "Calvin..?", she asked timidly, the fear tangible in her voice. The one word came out like a whimper, a striking contrast to her literally impactful landing.

@♦ Christopher Bang "Christopher." Taemin began with a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly as he regarded the human who looked so ready to fight. Taemin himself was still as relaxed as ever, his attention mostly on the thing in the cell but he kept a close eye on the human's magic just in case he needed to intervene for all of their sakes. "My daughter and my fiance live here. I have no desire to fight with you in a place like this, it would put innocent lives in danger. I would rather you did not threaten me in my own home." He said, hoping the human would see reason and calm down so that there wouldn't be any unnecessary damage to person or property. He hated to have to pull rank, but he would do it if he had to. An attack against him was an attack against his Kingdom. Though he loathed bringing politics into personal matters if it could be avoided.

The cyborg was still unresponsive though. He'd been far more active in the beginning, but it had been a few days and at some point he'd simply shut down. Taemin felt no sympathy for it. He knew what kinds of things that creature did to further its own ends and it had been getting far too close to his daughter for his comfort. The fact that he hadn't outright killed it was a blessing, and the only reason he hadn't done so was because he didn't prefer to use murder to solve his problems. "You have not asked me what his crime was. You haven't even asked me to release him. Yet you prepare for violence already? Should I take it personally, or assume this is a learned behavior through unfortunate circumstances in your past? I'm not a violent man Christopher, I'd prefer if you weren't either."

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin This was not how Christopher wanted to meet him. That little tanuki had spoken fondly of Taemin so, for obvious reasons, the mage had originally intended to approach the guy with the intentions to leave a somewhat good impression despite his rough personality. Yet... things never seem to go to plan, do they? In this case, it wasn't even his fault nor was did he even have anything to do with it. His own damn slave caused this, and here he is picking up his mess -- and /paying/ for it on top of it. This surely will land him on Taemin's bad side and thus ruin any chance he'd have at this so-called academy of magic. All because, for some damn reason, he chose to step in and prevent Hyunjin from getting what he deserved; a good whoopin'.

'I'm not here by any means to excuse whatever he did,' Christopher answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he calmly faced his foe. 'I'm pretty damn sure he deserved to be locked in that thing... Unfortunately, he is my slave and it wouldn't look good if I let him be killed, would it?' Rolling his shoulders, hearing them pop a little, the mage lets his magic slowly gravitate towards the tips of his fingers as he takes a few steps forward. 'My magic may be unstable... But you have no idea what I am capable of.' It wasn't even his ego that made him stand his ground against Taemin. Christopher had no ego to begin with. It wasn't even bravery or courage either, it was practically stupidity at this point. He took a deep breath, leveled himself and feels the cold talons of his magic curling around him as his mismatched eyes started to shine an iridescent shine. 'Don't underestimate me.'

@♆ Huang Mi Ni “What happened here? “
The Lord of Dreams enters the mainland he once called his Heleo home. The continent of Ashord's is as complex as its diverse landscapes. From the desert oasis of Pythian in the west to the abandoned ruins in the South of No man's land and the mountainous terrain of Draco lays Bahamut's Summit, for there is nowhere in the world more unique than the realm of the Dragons. Returning after all these years, the caved empire appears as a dark misty graveyard to the old Dragon.
“It smells of rotten corpses and lost dreams.”

Particles of the creature's history lie adrift. Scraps of their people's story lay scattered, dying out with the ancient beginnings of lineage in this realm he'd come to love. The dragon's eyes narrow on foot's print, realizing that their otherworldly creatures must have resided here at one time or another. Even be the dream lord was conducted, this kingdom was seldom a paradise. The deterioration of his realm that has suffered in his absence is reflected in his conduction.

“It smells of rotten corpses and lost dreams. Where am I?”

@⚜ Gabriel Avalos (I am so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this, my head has not been in the right place for rping lately ;~; )

Taemin, for is part, had more or less forgotten about the letters he had sent. They were sitting in the back of his mind, pushed aside by other more important business that demanded his attention each day. Trying to piece back together a crumbling Kingdom was a chore, and most days were an absolute slog. He deeply regretted several of the choices he made in the past, perhaps if he had been more involved with his own species he wouldn't be sitting there without the slightest clue what the best way forwards was.

A small commotion drew his attention up to his favorite (and to date, only) knight. Sir Dumpling the tanuki walked in with all the pep and excitement he always held, announcing that Taemin had a visitor and that drew the King up straighter in his chair. He knew of no one he was expecting, and it was rare that he had actual visitors that didn't just pop into his company without regard to proper procedures. "Bring him in." He said, curious to see just who had come al the way to Bahamut's Summit to see him.

@♦ Christopher Bang "So it does have allies..." Taemin spoke in quiet surprise as he appeared in front of the cell, the shadows he had moved through shifting around him before settling again and he regarded the human with slight curiosity. Christopher Bang, Taemin knew of him only because Dumpling liked to ramble and had mentioned the mysterious human a time or two, enough for Taemin to have looked into him briefly. He was currently the cyborgs owner if Taemin was correct, from the last auction. "I apologize for damaging your property. I wish I could say I would return it to you, but I'm afraid I cannot." Glancing into the cell it looked for all the world like the cyborg had simply shut down. Taemin could detect no signs of function from it, but he knew that the magic that powered it was still inside the machine so he was still 'alive' or whatever erse version of living that was. It disgusted Taemin, unnatural, it shouldn't even exist. What that thing had done to create itself was appalling, what it continued to do was even more so.

Violence was not in Taemin's nature. It never had been. His penchant for avoiding unnecessary violence was what lead him to being banished from his own home when he was still young, and what had allowed him to stand on the sidelines as his own race fell from power and found itself on the brink of extinction. Violence was ugly, messy, crude. It wasn't something that Taemin preferred but this thing had crossed too many lines and had come far too close to too many people that Taemin cared about. This latest transgression was just the tipping point, the singular action he'd been waiting on to finally make his move and remove this thing from its unnatural existence. "I would rather you did not fight me. I do not wish to hurt you. Your magic is... unstable because of those runes on your arms. It would not be fair, nor safe, to engage in any kind of combat. It has brought this upon itself and its transgressions cannot be overlooked."

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin Hyunjin had gotten himself into trouble. That much Christopher knew without a doubt. That cyborg, damn his soul if he had one, had no morals or even seemed to grasp the concept of never pushing things more than they should've been pushed. Hyunjin was aware of the line that had been made and would willingly cross it without a single regard. It always irked him, how careless that fool could be. How thoughtless he was. Mindless, empty. There was nothing in that abyss. Despite the handsome face and the alluring eyes, Hyunjin was only but a shell of a man that once was, what had died off way before Christopher's existence began. That "man" had always gotten on his last nerve, always managed to get under his skin without even needing to lift a ing finger. For reasons Christopher is adamant on keeping under tabs, he loathed Hyunjin and every fiber of him.

The resemblance between him and those men was uncanny. And it was not a favorable reminder.

Christopher found out what Hyunjin had planned to do after he heard reports about the cyborg's disappearance. It was unlike him to suddenly drop off the grid without a trace and leave everything his laboratory running. It didn't take long to piece two and two together - he knew Taemin had taken Hyunjin and took him back home. Back to Bahamut's Summit, a place the mage had only heard of in stories.

Was he really about do to this? Was he about to face an Elder Dragon just to save that prick? This was a risky move to break in and try to rescue his slave. A /very/ risky move. He only heard of Taemin from that little tanuki and even then, the emphasis on magic was prominent; this man was undoubtedly more powerful that this mortal mage could ever hope to be. Needless to say, Christopher doesn't exactly plan on coming out unscathed or alive, for that matter. Perhaps it's why he is so calm, standing there in front of Hyunjin's little "cell" while completely ignoring the fact that his presence triggered the alarms. The mage knows what he's getting into coming here like this, facing someone like this.

'If I survive this,' Christopher began, staring down at the cyborg with an unimpressed scowl. 'You better start regarding me with more respect.' With that, he turns around with hands in his pocket to face his foe, taking a slow inhale through his nose. This was about to get really ugly really quick...

@♦ Christopher Bang To say that Taemin was angry would be a pale understatement compared to the absolute fury that sent shockwaves throughout the Kingdom. The ground was vibrating and the castle trembling around him with a rage that he only kept contained by sheer force of will. All he wanted to do was tear apart the miserable /thing/ that dared to lay its disgusting, unnatural, hands on what was so precious to him. Had the egg been harmed in any way Hyunjin wouldn’t still be existing in this world. It was only still alive because the egg was safe and back in a secure location where it would remain so. The /thing/ of course held no remorse of any kind for its actions. Taemin hadn’t bothered to interrogate it, he knew better by now. Hyunjin wasn’t even alive, it had long since lost anything that would have made it living hundreds of years ago. It was an unnatural blight upon the world that Taemin would rather see exterminated and erased from existence. However, it was friends with his daughter and despite Taemin’s absolute fury he was loath to move against his daughter. Yooa was far too kind and too trusting for her own good, and Taemin knew that the world would take that from her someday, but it would not be his hand that caused it.

That left him with little options. He couldn’t destroy the thing like he wanted to, and he couldn’t very well release it either for what it had done. So he left it, locked away deep in the dungeons of the palace where the light would not reach it. He had taken away all of its little toys and gadgets and the runes that lines its cell would keep any magic from being used within, and anyone who was not Taemin from entering. If anyone attempted to teleport to reach the thing it would find itself outside the cell and Taemin would be alerted. He doubted the thing had any kind of friends or allies who would come looking for it, but he wasn’t one to overlook the possibility. It would not escape until Taemin released it, and Taemin had no intentions of doing so. Perhaps a thousand years in darkness would teach it something, but he doubted that. It had no emotions, it was incapable of learning.

@❖ Chris Roma Dinner time, Mi Ni ponder what she would like to have after a visit to one of her sibling. Floating across the vast of land of Heleo, eyes lazily gazing down below in search of what could excited her for a meal. Well, not like that were ever a hard task to the demon of Gluttony. Honestly, if she really wanted, she probably even devour the cloud she is currently laid on. Or that tree down there that remind her of a broccoli. Or perhaps that tiny bird that flew in group. Anything seem delicious to her, any time, any moment.

Ponder what to eat isn't the exact favorite past time she like, but consider it is about food, it always worth it. Plucking a piece of cloud and plop it in , it melt away like cotton candy. Eyes glance down at the land of the dragon as she found herself absentmindedly and unknowingly come to. Decide that there is no need to ponder since it seem like fate has brought her to her dinner when he spot some dragon egg below, of course, hidden to other but not to her. Without thinking much about it, she went down with a happy smiles, latching herself on the egg before swallowing it whole. A faint burp of satisfaction came follow with a small giggle. "That was delicious," she said before proceed to devour a few more eggs nearby.

Afterward, she flew up to the sky, once more lazing on one of the tasteless cloud while still plucking it and pop them into for dessert. Bare legs kicking and sometime hitting onto her buttock, eyeing down once more while she /digest/ her meal. Her eyes caught a silhouette, a familiar figure, reminded her of someone special to her in the past, the long distant past. Clearly, the man looks wasn't of that person that stay in her heart, but the movement come from his body, the way he turn his head, a few more similarity actions, all those was enough to remind her of that man she once love so dearly. She decided to approach him, wanting to see more of the actions that remind her of that person. At least, she can see him through this man, someone who show some similarity to her deceased lover.

Staying close enough to see him yet far enough for him to not notice that she is watching. "The similarity, so close, so alike," she mutter quietly as her eyes glued to the person in question. She wonder, ponder, if he could be, maybe, related? Or could be the reincarnation? But that can't explain the different looks, yet can't explain the similar movement. So strange. So unexplainable. Yet it drawn her to him. So many questions and she can't answer any.

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin (Omg random but I love this)

After receiving the letter that had been left at his door of his room **assuming he rents a space here and there**
Gabriel had taken a few days to really think over what exactly he would do, and would this kind of offer and position suite him? He decided to take on the journey at least and see who this Lee Taemin really was. Though he had heard of him before...
Still he had never physically seen him, Gabe wasn't the type to pay attention to anything in particular when it came to status but once he knew something he always kept note. "Well I might not be full dragon but he seems to be interested in me, here goes nothing." He said to himself as he has morphed into his dragon form, his not being any bigger than a German Mastiff dog **for a dog those were huge** and his wings were a beautiful green and purple iridescent, coating his black leathery body the wings also black. Yet he did possess a white heart shaped marking directly on his leathery chest, and on his dragon faced head was the embedded gemstone that was half opal and half amethyst.

((Ah I haven't truly figured out how I'd like for his gemstone to look so if u can imagine a stone that really is half n half and molded together naturally somehow and it just inunder his human skin than you can please do- lol. Dragon form it's obvious I'm sure.))

@⚜ Kang Daniel "Let me make one thing very clear right now Daniel. I don't need to be your enemy. I would prefer not to be. Whatever is happening to the halflings, and to whatever is left of my race, was happening well before I took the crown. So you can either work with me, or work against me." Taemin said with a sigh. He wasn't in the mood to entertain a child wanting to play superhero. If Daniel was unwilling to help then Taemin would deal with him a different way, but he couldn't say that he hadn't at least tried. He would rather not have this halfling as his enemy, if only because it was less convenient to have to deal with him. Taemin knew the balance in the kingdom was precarious at best, and an outright show on average. He'd seen it, he'd lived it. He'd known this land when the dragons were still at the height of their power. He'd watch it fall and crumb into ruin, and he was watching the last remnants of what was left trying to scrape itself back together.

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin Daniel took a finaly glance around his surroundings as lips kissed the rim of his glass, pushing the liquor passed them. He set his short glass towards the bartender while his hand had brushed through the sort locks of amber hair. Silence remained following the king's question. Only a lengthy lingering golden stare towards the royal. Orbs since to glow with the dim light candles inside the tavern. To him, surely the King would have his loyalities to fill him in with the mess among the kingdom. Or, if Taemin wasn't blind, he could see the streets dirty and his lower class hiding from being enslaved. Daniel had became the back bone of the halfings. Family or not. They relied on the crimelord to give them a safe place from the purebloods.

There was a number of them and Daniel could see the rise of the half breeds. Who knows. Maybe they'll spark a revolt. Of course, they'd all have to keep it lowkey. The thought of it only made Daniel snicker little as his mind was somewhere else. "They haven't completely died out. People are kidnapping your people under your nose and breeding them in incaptivity and experimenting with other breeds. Do you realize how many of us are there now? What are you going to, our King?"

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@⚜ Kang Daniel "Good, that's what I wanted to hear." Taemin nodded, his heavy tone lifting almost immediately and he relaxed back in his chair as he finished off his drink. "I won't tolerate that in my Kingdom, anything else you're welcome to do what you will. Mostly. I have to keep some rules I suppose, but really... the old ways were a joke. There's a reason the dragons have all but died out, and I have no interest in bringing them back. You are the future Daniel, and I've been absent from the world a long time." He admitted, deciding that being open and honest would probably be the best way to go. He could only imagine what kind of anger the halfling was harboring and Taemin couldn't blame him for any of it.

"So tell me, honestly this time, how is business going?" He asked, gesturing to the bartender for a refill of his drink. He was content to talk to Daniel for a bit, he seemed far more knowledgeable about the truth of the current state of the kingdom than Taemin himself was. Valuable insight for any King to have. "And don't worry, I'm not here to shut you down. It would rather stupid of me to tear down the only solid infrastructure in the Kingdom."

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin Slender fingers tussled back amber hair after finishing his drinking and pushing it towards the bartender, indicating for another in silence. Meanwhile, his ears listened to the king calling out his illegal activities to which Daniel still played koy about. The half dragon's now refilled glass sat between his lips as he took a fresh sip. He let the warmth of the alcohol burn the back of his throat and let it travel down. Civily. Heh. This time, a small sharp glare daggered towards Taemin. There wasn't civilary towards halflings before and today doesn't make a difference. Daniel had to stop himself from blowing a gascet and let it go.

"No," Said the half dragon with stern flat tone. Despite the threatening glint in the dragon's eye, Daniel didn't back down either. "You think I'm the type to traffic people? Please." There was offessiveness in his voice. Daniel was much higher than those to sell people off the boarders into the hidden market. Being a victim of ual assault himself, he had no interest in forcing that onto others. "You have the wrong person."

@⚜ Kang Daniel "I would say it's seen better days. Much like everything else here," Taemin answered with a small shrug, a smile dancing at his lips as he sipped his drink. "But we both know I wasn't talking about the bar, Daniel. I have no desire to be your enemy, why should I? I cannot, however, let things go entirely unchecked." He explained, sighing though he kept his tone just as quiet and conversational, like he was about to start complaining about tedious office work, and not talking to a gang leader about his illicit activities. "I would like to ask for your honesty. We can be civil, you and I, keep things peaceful. I would prefer that." He admitted, watching the amber liquid in his glass as he idly tipped it from one side to the other. Lifting his jewel blue gaze to the half-dragon he offered a smile that was as pleasant as it was threatening. "Are you trafficking people across my lands or my borders?"

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin He had enjoyed his small time to himself. Lost in the depths of his thoughts, planning his next moves or what ally to take under his wing next. Maybe test some waters with a new project he is thinking about. But that project has be on the back burner for now. He can't do anything while his small army was on their own quest. The dark liquid in the bucket glass swirled thanks to Daniel's hand making the motion. He wasn't snapped back into reality until a hooded figure decided to sit next to him. The balls he had. It was good the half dragon was in his good mood.

Fire-golden eyes shifted to the stranger only to find out it was the king himself. Daniel however, kept himself together although he didn't see a reason to get ramp up in the king's presence. The keyword- business, Daniel didn't even flinch. 'So, he knows huh' Daniel said to himself as he took a drink from his glass.

With an open palm, he gestered to the open bar and their surroundings. "The bar is doing good, don't you agree?" Daniel danced around the word acting as if he knew nothing about what goes on in the streets or is own ring. "I think it's perfect. Nice... Quiet... Warm."

@⚜ Kang Daniel It wasn’t often that Taemin caught wind of trouble in what was left of the crumbling husk of the dragon kingdom. However, it seemed that a group of halflings were organizing and being less than civil from time to time. Gangs were hardly a new creation, and quite honestly Taemin didn’t care all that much what happened as long as children weren’t being trafficked across his borders. From what he knew of the gang so far they were drug traffickers mostly, hardly worth the time it took for Taemin to track them down. However, he liked to keep an ear on the streets and make sure he knew what was happening in his own kingdom.

Which is what lead him to the bar. Run down place, nothing overly flashy or unique about it. He paused in his stride when he spotted a photo of himself hung up outside. He only just managed to avoid rolling his eyes and the photo burned away as he stepped past it. He had no desire to be recognized in such a way. He wasn’t King because he earned it, he was King because he was one of the last pure bloods of their species. It was nothing to brag about. Stepping into the bar he kept his head down, not necessarily in any effort to hide himself, but he wasn’t the type for grand entrances or too much attention. He spotted the man he was looking for almost right away, seated at the bar already. That was lucky, and it meant that his information was good. Taking a seat at an unoccupied space next to Daniel he ordered himself a whiskey.

“Business good lately?” He asked, keeping his tone polite and casual as he shifted just slightly so he was looking at the half-dragon. He had no doubts at all this was the man he was looking for, if he couldn’t smell the substances on him he fit the description of Kang Daniel perfectly.

@❖ ♕ Lee Taemin Real late in the evening where everything was quiet and the small glaciers of fire loomed the walking path before dress shoed feet. Daniel dug his hand into marble dress pants pocket while the other dangled at his side. The half dragon clicked his heals on the hard pavement. Tonight was a good night for him. After delivering only the finest amber stone - which was a setitive for dragons to "mellow out", to a respected client, Daniel made a new connection. One that would make his empire more stronger. The west was very hesitant but with an extra push, Daniel was able to get them on board.

Daniel passed by a shop and on the brick wall was a photo of the king. This made the under lord stop in his tracks. A small huff of air flew from his nose in a scoff. He didn't have much respect for the royals of the kingdom. Although he mostly resides in the dragon kingdom, he doesn't think himself as a part of their world. Mainly being shunned most of his life. No matter now, Daniel had his own empire to build and run. Oh and it is was going so smoothly. Minus a few problematic bunch here and there.

The half dragon took a step inside a small local bar to which was ran by one of his many men. He slid over a small dose of what the dragon equalivent is to and took a glass of fire whiskey for himself. There, he sat alone undesturbed for the time being.