The best part about winning is getting to loot the bodies [OPEN MINGLE]

[littlemhigan]

Who: Erryone!! And especially YOU!
What: There's a dragon carcass that needs to be picked over like it was a turkey.
When: Right now!!
Where: Nastrandir and Enso
Warnings: Nothing inherent. Please label your threads accordingly!

[Here's an open post for y'all to stock up on/scavenge everything Nastrandir has left behind OR to thread out anything you might wanna build, make or commission from the dragon's remnants. The sky's the limit!]

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OTA- will match post style

[neighborofthebeast]

THE CORPSE

The chick with the trident was right. He was no dragon. This was a dragon! It took Roman nearly an hour to work up the courage to approach the steaming corpse. It didn't smell great by this point but there was also the fact that it was just this huge creature of legend he'd only seen on tv or in books. The little demon felt, well, humbled by its presence.

He crept up to the crooked jaws and admired the teeth out on display. Roman imagined all the things he could do with them: cool daggers, cool necklace, cool pokey bit on the end of the walking stick he'd grown partial to. Maybe they were even magic!

Overcome with sudden greed, the demon hopped up onto the side of the mighty dragon's face and started tugging on the teeth. They were stuck into those legendary gums good and tight. He let out a little frustrated puff of smoke and looked around. He was going to need some leverage. Maybe another part of the dragon would help him pry them loose? The claws maybe. Or some of the scales scattered around the impact site.

Roman went to work, trying method after method to free the teeth from the dragon's jaws. Even if he only got a single tooth he would be happy!


THE NEST

"What are we supposed to do with this?" Roman groused as he stood at the edge of the impressive pile of riches. There was no economy here on the island! Being rich meant nothing, even if he managed to squirrel away every last coin and ruby! He had to wonder exactly where the dragon got it all...and what the dragon wanted to do with it to begin with.

He sat down on the edge of the crater and poked at the slightly melted coins and metal shards with the stick he'd started carrying with him. Some of them were pretty, he guessed. Roman's tail thumped the ground in frustration as he thought about what a waste all the coins were.

CORPSE

[bitch4bitch]

Oh it is this guy and he's having a struggle. Erika, taking a break from looting the body herself, opts not to actually offer help for a while, instead just sitting down nearby to watch.

At least she speaks up after a while, though it's not particularly constructive. "That tooth is kicking your ass, huh."

Agent Texas ★ OTA ★ Will match style

[a_shadow]

The minute Tex heard there was loot to be had, she made her way to the nest. She was indiscriminate about what she intended to plunder—if it existed and had potential worth, she was going to pick it up. Maybe she could get a currency system started here on the islands. That would make her extraordinarily happy—and she intended to be rich when one started.

Accordingly, Tex has brought the knapsack with her name on it and a few other bags she managed to pick up here or there, as well. She approached the site of the treasure and examined it visually for a short time, without moving, taking in the site of the huge hoard.

"All right," she finally muttered to herself, opened her bag, and stepped forward to crouch down and grab a golden bangle off the top of the pile.

[semistableman]

It's not a surprise to find Tex here, picking through the dead dragon's hoard. Bucky looks like he's focused on the practical first‐ he has a decent sized pile of dragon scales, though by his expression watching her picking up treasure indicates he's considering taking some of the dragon's treasure for his own.

Striding over to her, he says, "When I was younger, I read a book that had a dragon as a villain. It had taken residence in an abandoned castle, and had a hoard of treasure it guarded. Kinda weird, seeing it for myself. I would have guessed it was fiction, and nothing more."

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

corpse-looting ; what do you get when a dragon sneezes? out of the way

[Tim wasn't a hoarder before he showed up here. Now, though, he's come to learn that just about anything can be useful if you hold onto it. You can spot him using a knife to saw at the roots of some of Ahidalga's scales and lay them carefully onto the ground, or catching some blood in a glass jar.]

[Eventually, you'll also find him standing in front of one of the dragon's massive heads, regarding it with a sort of grim resolve. Anyone who looks like they might be willing to embark on a little expedition with him might get flagged down.]

You feel like going inside this thing? If there's bone and stuff inside, we might be able to use it.

[You wanna go on an in-depth exploration into Ahidalga with Tim? Better bring something protective. It's probably pretty bloody in there.]

nest-looting ; i'm really just winging this as i go

[This is much easier. The gold coins don't remotely interest him; Tim's mostly focused on picking through the area for metal, piling old greaves and chunks of breastplate onto a slowly-increasing stack of the stuff. He intends to take this to the forge on the islets, as soon as he can.]

[Eventually, he picks up a lantern staff and gives it a few tentative swings before deciding - yeah, he'll hold onto this. And one of those sunblades is already sheathed at his side. It's gonna make carving into Ahidalga's thick hide that much easier, down the line.]

corpse-looting!

[deathfindsaway]

[It's not like Kravitz is a prude about blood and viscera- he's a Reaper for goddesses' sake, his job is to maim things and take souls. But he's never been on cleanup crew for something like this, and decidedly not without any magic, meaning he's here with his nose a little wrinkled and looking unhappy, but still here.]

Do you have tools for harvesting such a thing, or is this merely a scouting mission? Lest I remind you the blood is acidic.

nest looting

[catpiper]

[The dragon might be dead, but she's alive.

The gold pieces are the only items she cares about in this mess. Gems and jewelry all way more appealing than that magic whatever and weapons. Garbage. She found the real deal. So while Tim's been checking out the useful stuff, she's been surprisingly quiet off to the side, preoccupied with just. So much. ]

Are we pirates now?

cooooooorpse

[solperierat]

[Ed frowns and looks up at the massive head, tapping his finger-hooves against a segment of scale he's holding onto.]

Eh, why not? I've probably been inside worse before. The blood's gonna be a problem, though.

[Maybe he could cobble together some kind of acid-resistant armor from a scale or two, but he'd rather save his alchemy for other uses if possible.]

the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!

[hyperlit]

corpse-looting ; fangs for the memories

[The Drifter isn't very strong, and so they're not very adept at carving up a beast that's larger than anything they had to fight in Buried Time. They are, however, fairly adept at scaling the fallen creature, particularly now that it's not moving around.]

[You can spot them hacking away at the wing membrane on one of Ahidalga's massive wings. If you're waiting down below, they might try to float some of it down to you, if you get their attention.]

[Alternatively, they'll also be digging their hard light blade into any exposed flesh, because while dragon meat might not be an advisable snack, they're still not one to let anything go to waste. Hey, this could be handy to bring back to cook! You never know.]

nest-looting ; when i said you'd get me hoard this isn't what i meant

[With all this equipment lying around, the Drifter is naturally going straight after the most interesting-looking things in the vicinity. Namely, they pick up a coat of grappling - and promptly struggle to free themself from it, when its large, black tendrils immediately wrap around them in what approximates a very tight, many-armed hug.]

[They might need a little help getting themself out of this predicatmen, because they clearly don't want to set about cutting the thing to pieces, but are plainly having trouble disentangling themself from this nefarious invention.]

[The Drifter's excellent taste persists. They pick up an orb of companionship that proceeds to circle ominously around them. It doesn't seem to bother them at all...but if anyone happens upon them unexpectedly, you'll have to deal with seeing this staring at you the entire time.]

[yallstupid]

[Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and all that nonsense. Now Guzma wasn't part of the fight to take this fucker down, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want a piece or two of whatever it was hoarding. Even dragons back home have their dens of knickknacks and loot they've gathered. Not as fine as some, no, but nonetheless they have their respective hoards when encountered by (unwitting, or stupid) Trainers.

The scales he's gotten quite a few of - he needs a few extra shingles for the house, just in case - and that wing membrane might make a decent tarp, or blanket, if treated properly. He'll have to ask people about it at some point... Now, after the, uh...organic goods are tended to, he'll tinker about inside. Gold is useless in this place, as much as his conscious is telling him to fill his pockets, but those weapons... Tempting. Extremely. he sword is gorgeous, and powerful no doubt, but when the fuck has he ever learned to use a sword? Nah, he's eyeing the knife, weighing it in his hand and flicking the blade about. Not bad.

He's just about to wander out, maybe grab a handful of gold or jewels just to have as a bartering tool - who knows when some riches may come in handy - before he spots his favorite blue friend.]

Yo, D-- [His raised hand lowers slowly, and the look of happiness and greeting on his ace falls the moment he spies that...thing circling them. Mother of Mew. It's like a Lunatone and Mr. Mime tried to breed. He takes a few steps back, giving them a new, wide berth, clearing his throat loudly.] Yeah, uh...y'know what? Nevermind.

I'm--hrrm... I am good.

[KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM HIM.]

nest-looting

[forwearemany]

(They're gathering items to add to their museum, and it takes them a moment to notice the Drifter's predicament. When they do, however, their headflaps flare and they immediately head over to offer help.)

Permission to assist?

(The Drifter dislikes physical contact. Physical contact is likely required to remove this coat.)

nest-looting!

[lesbeau]

[Okay, so like, watching someone struggle with a big coat is not the best thing, but Beau can't possibly resist the laughter in her chest when the Drifter picks something up and it adheres to them like a particularly clingy honeypot. It's beautiful, though, and she doesn't laugh for very long before she can regain herself.]

That's incredible. It's a coat that puts itself on you, goddamn. Here, stay still.

[She is coming over there to try and help... as long as the coat doesn't grab her, too.]

nest-looting

[catpiper]

[The jacket is, well, weird, but she never expected it to come to life when the Drifter put it on. Jackets were one of the few things she never had to fear until now. It startles her and she jumps back a bit from her large pile of gems.]

That thing is very lonely. You have to hug it back.

[That's the only explanation, clearly. The problem being she doesn't consider the Drifter can't actually follow through with that plan, even if they chose to.]

agent washington | ota | i'll match your formatting!

[counterblows]

corpse-looting ; hope you like your wings extra hot

[Wash has gotten fully armored up for this endeavor, complete with his yellow shield strapped to his back. Not that he necessarily needs to, since the beast is dead, but it pays to be prepared.]

All right, big guy. Let's see what we can get from this.

[He immediately sets about cutting away any claws or teeth that he can find in ready supply. That kind of thing can come in handy, in case he runs out of knives. One can never have too many knives.]

nest-looting ; we seem to have tipped the scales

What the fuck.

[Wash is holding a blade of plenty and regarding it with what can only assumed to be absolute perplexity. Maybe a bit hard to read, with his helmet on and all, but it's definitely there, because he accidentally just cut through a gold coin, and now he's holding a bit of gold-flaked cake???]

Why does a dragon have this? What would a dragon even want with this? Do dragons like cake? Could it even use this?

[If he's not having a small crisis over a knife that makes things into cake, he's managed to nab a crimson helm tucked under one arm, just in case they happen to get another problem with dragons down the line. You never know.]

nest-looting

[forwearemany]

(They hear a familiar voice, and immediately they need to see what he's talking about.

Perhaps it's startling, to hear an explosion of Geth chatter from behind a nearby pile of treasure. Perhaps it's disconcerting to see the orb of companionship floating around them when they emerge a moment later.)

Washington-Agent. Please elaborate.

[forwearemany]

A)

(Many are working to harvest materials, but few are working to transport them.

Legion is aiming to help with that. Need some piece lifted so you can get under it? Trying to remove some piece from up high and need someone to catch it if or when it falls? Want help taking stuff home? This big alien robot is more than willing to help.)

B)

(They gather one of everything, with the intent of eventually displaying them in their museum. They have no need and little desire for treasure ... until they encounter the orbs of companionship.

It does not show signs of sapience, or even sentience, but Legion doesn't share organic concepts of taste and is desperately lonely at the best of times.

The Geth functioned together, as a collective. Now they are gone. The orb does not function as part of their collective but its presence is ... comforting. They watch, head turning to follow, as it hovers around them.

It's a rather odd sight, to say the least.)

kravitz | ota

[deathfindsaway]

i. [the body] i'm in a good position to lose it again / the cards are dealt and my hand is in

[See, for being a man who deals in souls, he's not a huge fan of corpses. They're... fine, sure, but all that meat and blood and the smell is just so unappealing. Logically, he knows that dragon scale armor and weaponry are known to be the best in the world, and he would be a fool to pass up opportunity like this, especially in his weaker state. On the other hand...

Well, on the other hand he's standing beside the thing with a barely-restrained scowl on his face.]

Oh, this is disgusting. I don't even know where to start...

ii. [the nest] i got me feeling like i'm okay / hope the feeling never goes away

[So this is objectively the nicer part of this entire experience. The nest and hoard are vast, and he's here with his raven on his shoulder as he picks around the place. Most people are going for the magic items- and of course, he'll figure out something with that later- but right now he's more preoccupied with jewelry. Yes, he's trying on some new earrings. Yes, his bird is finding gemstone beads and rings and things. It's nice to feel polished every once in a while.

Frankly, he's looking a little more like a magpie than a raven as he finally notices someone nearby.]

This is nice, isn't it? Quite a lot of baubles and things here. I wonder if the residents here were a fan of crafting finery like this.

[Meanwhile, Lieutenant Pepper hops helpfully around his feet with a gold coin in her mouth. She seems quite pleased too.]

iii. [wildcard] i can find a peace of mind / slow it down, relax the lifestyle

[Do you wanna do something else with Kravitz?? Hit me up at cancerously or via PM or discord!]

I

[thermalwind]

[Keith grins at him. This is something he knows well. He walks to the corpse with the same methodical precision he approaches any task with. He draws his glass-like knife and a sunblade he looted is sheathed at his side.]

How about you hold things steady and I’ll carve. I can teach you what mom taught me.

[He touches one of the vast claws with one hand. His hand looks so small in comparison. He grins wider.] Sad they wouldn’t just talk to us. They look really cool.

[With a sigh, he hops up onto the foot and kneels down to set his blade at the edge of where the claw joins the toe.] We’ll just honor its fierce spirit instead.

II

[taxusbacatta]

_{[A dark grey shape pauses in creeping among the jewels and old armour. She leans out and gives Kravitz a squint before scenting the air. Then her tail slowly stands up and she pads towards him, recognizing her teacher.]}

More art, is it?

ii

[catpiper]

[Well, they live here now. This is the new Astral Plane.

The little trinkets catch her eye-glint after glint sends her pursuing one treasure for another. Her greedy little palms are completely full of coins and bracelets and necklaces and whatever else she can loop further and further up her arms. Even Pepper's getting into the looting spirit. If she had their wheelbarrow, it would be piled high right now.

She almost doesn't hear her uncle talking over the sound of all the treasure clanging together, as she tries to loop them onto her foot and do some kind of bizarre shake to get it around her ankle. She's running outta body parts and bag space. Don't look at her.]

And we're a fan of 'looting finery'-this is very fun.

Nest!

[tenthstreetbred]

[Of course Shepard is here. She's a Bioware protagonist and she Wants Some Loot. So she has been taking tips from Ren apparently and has been stuffing any bag-like object she can find with anything her grubby hands can grasp. All in all not a totally dignified look for her but she doesn't give a damn. Shiny,,, cred....its....

And when she sees someone else admiring the flare littered about she can't help but smirk.]

Well, aren't you just the finest jewel in this entire place. Those earrings bring out your eyes.

Erika Fisher | OTA | will match style

[bitch4bitch]

Corpse

This... is gross as hell. There is really no denying that, digging around in a giant monster's corpse is gonna be gross no matter what. But, at the very least, it's probably worth digging around in, given how obnoxiously tough this thing seemed to be in life.

For the moment, she's working on carving a chunk out of one of the thing's wings - which is taking a while, what with how tough they are. But, theoretically, it should be worth it once she's got a big enough piece to sew with.

Which... might take a while. "Fuck, this thing's dead and it's still trying to make shit difficult."

Hoard

Okay, so some stuff in here genuinely seems pretty useful; she was pretty quick about picking up a sunblade and crimson helm, and frankly the fact that they look rad as hell is just a bonus.

On the other hand, that sunblade has her pretty curious about the other weird-looking knives around here - and, inevitably, she's happened upon a blade of plenty. And now she has a very difficult choice to make, holding the magic knife in one hand and a former gemstone that knocked against the blade wrong and ended up as literal actual cake in the other. "Alright, obviously it would be irresponsible to give this to a kid... but would it be a cool enough gift to outweigh that?"

Bucky Barnes | OTA | will match formatting

[semistableman]

corpse-looting
[Bucky can't help finding this a little morbid, now that he's here. But a part of him also feels like Bard the Bowman, and now that he's here, looking over Ahidalga's corpse... well.

He starts to work at taking any scales and claws he can, even if it is kind of a gruesome process.

He does seem to be deliberately avoiding anything that involves blood or the like, though. Probably because he doesn't have jars or anything fit to store such things with him.]

nest-looting
[After he's made sure he has plenty of scales in order to tile his shack's roof, he heads on over to the hoard of riches the dragon had. Anything valuable doesn't really interest him, it's not like he cares about wealth, especially not here.

But eventually he does find something of interest: a tall staff with a flame at the top that lights up as soon as he picks it up with his right hand.]

Huh. That's convenient.

nest loot

[smithsonians]

[ Steve can't quite bring himself to loot a dragon corpse, so he's settled for quietly going through some of the hoard, at least the bits and pieces on the outskirts. For someone who loves Tolkien as much as anyone who read the Hobbit when it actually came out, being around an actual dragon - even if it's dead - still gives him a little bit of the creeps. ]

What's convenie-- oh. Hey, you're a nightlight.

[ Steve Rogers: worst sense of humor in the Army. ]

Alexei Dinoia | OTA

[ideismo]

[Ia.]

[How does it feel to face your last moments in the very temple built to worship you?

Perhaps the strangest thing to him about Ahidalga's body is the fact that there's a body at all. It hasn't faded into dust and magic and apatheia; it simply is, as solid and prepared to be picked over as any common monster's would be, and while Alexei has a complicated relationship with beings this powerful (he hated them then, and some part of him hates them still) he can't help but feel that perhaps it's a bit wrong, in a way.

This isn't like it was with Astal, and it's certainly not like it was with Elucifer, but he takes a moment to pause and consider before just...drawing his sword and planting the tip down as though to ground it, and even as he bows his head he looks a little annoyed with himself for doing this at all; he lets his magic flow into the sword's core, the center of it glowing with a dull, crackling light as he does so, and it's difficult to tell what he's saying because it's so quiet, but at the very least he's saying something. Probably nothing formal, because the Entelexeia haven't been prayed to (haven't been worthy of prayer) in a long time and Ahidalga isn't an Entelexeia besides, so the old prayers would be inappropriate; just the same, it's the closest to a rite that this creature will get, most likely, and it seems strange to leave it without.

But then the light fades and Alexei sheathes his sword and that is quite simply that, and he makes his way over to examine the corpse properly, because that's all the respect he really feels like affording this thing today.]

[Ib.]

[Well, it's good to see that if this thing had to be terrible to everyone for months, and it had to be huge and dead and unwieldy, it was at least going to be useful. Alexei really isn't much for crafting things that aren't weapons, but he's sure the scales will come in useful somehow and he can already see where some of the midsize bones will make for some nice projects if he can figure out how to do what he wants to do, and -

...And this is going to take more than one trip, probably, but he doesn't mind.

It's the attempt at removing the bones that draws his attention to the blood; it's not like he specializes in dragon anatomy over here, and he manages to nick something while trying to, ah, dismantle? Ahidalga over there, and needless to say he was a little unprepared for the ferocity with which the blood burns itself into the ground.]

Well. That's pointlessly dangerous if I've ever seen it.

[...He sounds like he approves of this. Acid blood. Yes.]

[II.]

[He'd returned sometime later for the nest, though he hadn't taken much in the end; no weapons or armor, at least, and while he'd considered bringing one of those companionship orbs back as a toy for Garista and Cumore, he didn't think he'd be able to handle actually looking at the hideously creepy thing day in and day out.

But he'd found a few things, and for now he's back on Enso, outside of his usual residence on Islet 2 and...tinkering with something. Upon closer inspection, it's some of the jewelry found in Ahidalga's hoard, and he's toying with them and short lengths of heartstring, twining them up around the stones in their bezels. He's got a couple of projects going, one in red and one in purple; he's pretty fixated on them, but not to purely asocial extents, and he's got a pair of lorbies outside with him as he works. Garista is large and white and fluffy and insisting on trying to be in Alexei's way as much as possible because he has had a very hard summer and does not want to be out of his master's lap; Cumore is smaller and sleeker and very pink, and she is also being the mightiest Hunter and stalking every mouse known to exist on this islet.

...Alexei really is not the sort for pets and it shows, but at least he's tolerating them well enough. Mostly he's just focused on what he's making for the time being.]