Private Finished Two Grumpy Cats

Laughter was indeed contagious and despite himself Alexis was having a good time so he continued on with a small smile. Having a legitimate good time with people seemed to get him into trouble in the past though so it was a little nerve-wracking.

"I don't know about your 'type' or whatever but people are always telling me what to do. Shit's annoying as hell." Unlike Rory, Alexis wasn't really trying to be the strategic thinker type. Despite what he had just said he really did seem to be the most effective when someone else was telling him the right moves to make. He just enjoyed getting out and doing shit. Fighting just happened to be one of those things he felt like he was born to do. All that was great for a young wyvern in what was effectively a family gang but not very good for being on his own.

"With that snap and heal thing makes sense you'd be a good punching bag. You just keep getting up like a zombie or the damn terminator. And you at least know where to hit even if your punches are weak." They were mostly compliments. Alexis didn't really give them out too much and a lot of the time they were wrapped in with an insult or he would just decide to say something was 'not terrible' rather than say it was good.

Alexis grinned when Rory asked to see his wyvern form and he tossed his water bottle and towel aside again. "Some of us still get to feel that sweet strain, but I guess I understand what you're saying terminator." Alexis snickered and then took several steps back to make sure there was plenty of room before shifting into his wyvern form.

Though smaller than most dragons for his age, he was still clearly large enough to throw cars around. He had thick, leathery hide heavy enough to protect him but not enough to make it harder to fly or swim. He crawled forward a bit, using the claws on his two wing-arms and lashed his barbed tail against the ground. Rearing his head and neck back he let out a loud feral roar and the orange-red frills and fins on his face and back flapped and moved with the roar. With all that combined with his very dangerous looking teeth and claws he looked, well, like a Wyvern. A generally more primal and feral type of dragon.

Alexis didn't recognize that he had probably made a reference she didn't really get very well. It just wasn't something he considered even though he knew she wasn't from this world

He didn't really know much about running around trying to make sure others weren't hurt- regardless of what any dumb VR computer thought was appropriate for him. No he was a Brouillard, they did the hurting not healing. It actually felt a little weak and unenthusiastic even in his mind as he thought it. The scooter thing was weird as hell but he could kind of see it. Like feeling you were moving but not experiencing any of the strain of tired muscles or labored breathing. Just cruising like that. It sounded boring.

Alexis watched with amusement as Rory stiffened and prepared to deal with his wyvern form. He was absolutely a predator but only in the more normal, feral beast hunting prey type of predator. While some of his family might have fallen under the other category Alexis wasn't as ruthless or cold as he pretended to be.

He flicked out his long tongue for a second before he replied to Rory's question. He didn't intend to hit her with it or anything, he just felt like stretching it. Just like he really wanted to flap his wings a bit to stretch them too. That though would wait until after he assured her that yes he could understand her and no he was not about to go into an uncontrolled rampage.

"Yess I understand you," he said with a slight lisp as the tongue finished returning to his mouth, "not like my horns replaced my brain or anything dumb like that." He pushed off of the ground with his wing-arms and flapped out his wings a bit before foding them again and returning back to his sort of crouched position. He leaned down so Rory could get a closer look if she wanted. "Don't hide over there like i'm going to snap at you randomly. You wanted to see me, this is me."

Alexis snorted right back and a little puff of mist came out of his nose. "If I wanted to bite you I would just do it. Besides you're quick enough to get away." Really he didn't blame her. She didn't know much about him, they had just been fighting only minutes prior and of course it was pretty clear she wasn't super used to dealing with things like wyverns.

As she approached he closed his mouth and held his position, allowing her to put her hand on his snout. She was careful and gentle, though he wasn't really worried about her hurting him. He was significantly more durable in wyvern form and a quick swing of the neck and she would probably be flung away. It felt odd to have someone gently poking around on the skin of his face. Not necessarily bad, just unusual.

"You wanna see flying? How 'bout I chuck you in the air so you feel both that and falling," he joked and turned his lizard-like head to give her a toothy grin. Alexis wasn't really used to passengers but he had carried injured people to safety before. Mostly others from his family during their various raids but more recently he had carried that one cat boy to the hospital.

The problem was he had always used his hind legs to carry them like a huge bird of prey carrying their kill. He didn't even know if he could fly properly with someone on his back. The spines that formed the supports for the sail-like feature on his back could fold down when not needed but it would cost him some stability in flight and he wasn't sure how the movements of his body during flight would be affected by a rider.

"No, I guess I can show you, but i'm not a horse- no saddles. You can try climbing up on my back but i've never tried that before. Usually carry things with my legs and drop 'em before I land." He decided to give her the option. Carried by his hind legs it could be pretty uncomfortable for her but he was pretty sure he wouldn't drop her. Riding on his back meant her having to hang on to his spines and sitting roughly where his shoulders were, which would probably be more fun and comfortable for her but more of a risk of her falling off.

Well at least she got that it was a joke. Though Alexis wasn't really all that opposed to throwing her. Given her healing she probably would be fine too- at least as far as he understood it. Also she was exactly right that his description of carrying things did match what he did for carrying food too. It was how things worked when you only had two limbs for actually grasping things.

He craned and twisted his neck to keep an eye on her as she walked around his body. He just shook his head at her comment about being to focused on his head. "Thought you're good at fighting. Everyone knows you can't just focus on the head." He left it intentionally vague. One because it was funny and two because it was funnier that way.

It was bizarre watching and feeling someone climb up to sit on his neck but it wasn't like she had hurt him any by climbing up. He held still except to shift and move a little bit where it could make it easier for her to climb up. Then of course she had started to make jokes about climbing dudes. It didn't make him uncomfortable but well... mostly he just hadn't expected them. Which was really kind of dumb on his part for not expecting it.

What's with this chick? One minute she's worried about me biting her and the next she's making jokes about climbing me?

Alexis waited until she started leaning forward and laughing to suddenly stand up a bit and move his whole body side to side, jostling her around a little bit. Not enough to knock her off though- it was half to get back at her for the jokes and half to test her seating. When she hadn't fallen off he knew he could continue. "Don't make me throw you after all. Or maybe i'll just drop you in the ocean-" He suddenly flapped his wings and pushed off with his legs, quickly beginning to rise through the air. His tail whipping happily behind him. Flying.

Alexis lifted off and flew higher and higher as he carried Rory up into the sky. It always felt good to stretch his wings and fly. It felt weird having someone sitting there on his neck and shoulders but apparently he was still able to fly as long as he was careful not to do anything too extreme.

As far as he was concerned there were no worries about telling his friends the story or about any jokes. He was enjoying the flying too much. After Rory seemed to be a little more comfortable he began doings some easy banking and diving. Nothing extreme enough that she would fall off- although if he had been alone he definitely would have been doing much more dangerous maneuvers.

Eventually he worked his way up to a fairly decent maneuvers that would have felt like a very unique rollercoaster before finally coming back down to the ground to drop Rory off. Alexis said goodbye, scooped up his water bottle and towel with one of his hind legs and took off again. He was headed east, away from the school.

((We can call the thread done now))