Hey guys. This is a very short drabble I wrote because I was fairly annoyed with the raptor, so I decided to poke around his dialogue a bit. This is the result.
Disclaimer:I am not Jagex, I don't own Runescape and I'm making no profit from this whatsoever. Runescape belongs to Jagex, blah blah blah, good for them.
I was just about to ascend the snow-covered stone stairs, on my way to explore a few, hopefully quick floors of Daemonheim, when I caught a glimpse of a familiar gold and pink armour.
The raptor, if I recall. He was just standing there, staring at the castle. It's been a while since I last saw him, so I decided to say hello.
"Hey there, raptor!" I started.
He turned to face me, but didn't reply.
"Are you trying to come up with clever ways to smuggle your armour into Daemonheim?" I joked, but he didn't seem very amused. Maybe that was indeed what he was trying to do.
Judging by the lack of comment, I'd say he didn't have much success yet.
"Heard you killed Elvarg" he spoke, ignoring my previous attempt to strike a conversation.
"Not impressed." he quickly added, his voice sounding metallic through that unusual armour he wore.
"Just a dragon. Killed lots of dragons."
"Well, yeah" I responded lamely, "I just did what I was told for the right to wear runite platebodies. They were actually good back then, and much lighter than their adamant counterparts." I tried to explain.
He didn't seem very interested in what I had to say, and instead, continued speaking.
"Heard you killed demon Nezichened." He then mentioned.
"Not impressed. Just a demon. Killed lots of demons"
I rolled my eyes. He was right, of course, but being criticized for every monster I dealt with was starting to annoy me.
"Heard you killed 'The Inadequacy' inside Cyrisus's head." He spoke again.
"Really now? Did you also kill a lot of inadequacies as well?" I mocked.
"huh. Imaginary monster," he chided. " Not impressed."
"Well, you certainly have your sources!" I murmured. "Heard anything else? Something interesting maybe?"
"Heard you killed Nomad", he replied. I smiled triumphantly. Now we're getting to the good stuff!
"…Not impressed. Just a human. Killed lots of humans."
I stared at him for a moment. This guy probably killed his own shame at some point, because he didn't have any left.
"Why am I not surprised?" I sighed.
He said it with such ease, it was borderline disturbing. While I did it too, at least I tried to avoid it, and I wouldn't be mentioning it to another human as if it's casual talk.
He simply shrugged. He was still facing me, so I guess he was still expecting me to say something.
And in that moment, I had an amusing Idea. It wouldn't be the exact truth, but a white lie wouldn't hurt… especially if it can cause the raptor to shut up and be impressed just this once.
"Have you heard about my triumph in the North?" I asked, crossing my arms and smiling smugly.
"I killed Lucien. With his stone of Jas power and all. It was quite the fight, if I may say so myself."
"It's just a Mahjarrat," he deadpanned, "Killed a lot of Mahjarrat."
I started laughing. "Oh, come on! We both know that's ridiculous! Their numbers dwindled during the god wars, and that was the third age!"
"The 'god wars' were not impressive, either." He said, raising his hand, in which he had some sort of necklace.
At that, I froze, mouth agape, and stared at him with wide eyes.
I wanted to ask so many questions now, but the only thing that came out was a weak, surprised noise that was more often produced by small kittens.
The Raptor shook his head, his hand still pressed around the necklace.
Then he faded, followed by soft green glimmers and the faint sound of teleportation.
…I was too disorientated for dungeoneering for the rest of that week.