CHAPTER ONE
Sorry for any random OOC-ness! ;) - Sushi Chefs
Maximum capacity of dragon audience: 150
In a beautiful pavilion in the lush green forests of a jungle in Southern Pyrrhia, two lovely dragon queens were putting the finishing touches on their glittering scales. Queen Glory of the Rainwings had turned her scales a stunning black and a glowing yellow for no apparent reason (it reminded a watching Kinkajou of both a bumblebee and the results when Peril sat on half a lemon), while the newly appointed Queen Moonwatcher of the Nightwings was polishing the already-pristine silver teardrop-shaped scales on the corners of her large, innocent eyes.
Before long, Deathbringer flew up to the two queens, holding out a sequined microphone for Glory and a shimmering microphone for Moon. "Is it time?" Moon asked, her voice thick with apprehensiveness and excitement. Deathbringer solemnly nodded, but burst into laughter at the sight of Glory's scales. "What?" Glory snapped, annoyed. "I think I'm making a bold fashion statement." But when Deathbringer finally turned his back, she surreptitiously changed into a pelt of shimmery, dreamy turquoise that shifted and floated into different shades of blue in the brilliant sunlight.
Cheering, the large audience of dragons of all the different tribes waited impatiently for the vine curtains to be lifted and for the co-hostesses of "The Complicated Life of Queen Glory and Queen Moonwatcher" to emerge. When they finally pushed their snouts out, strutting to take their places in matching chairs, the crowd went wild, screaming their names and throwing mangoes into the air (wait what?).
Blowing air-kisses, Glory and Moon spun around in their chairs, waiting for the dragons of all different tribes to calm down. The two dragons smiled indulgently at the fans and the conspicuously large posters that read "MARRY ME" and "I HATE THIS SHOW" and "BUY THE NEW FRUIT - APPLES, AT ARIZONA'S FRUIT STAND IN POSSIBILITY". After exchanging a knowing look, Moonwatcher cleared her throat and held up her microphone. The camera-dragon, Umber, panned in to a close-up of her face. Across Pyrrhia, dragons in every tribe sat glued to their magical mass-animus-enchanted broadcasting mirrors. Literally. You see, as a prank, Anemone had also mass-enchanted them to be glued to the mirrors.
Anyways, the show started:
Moon: Welcome to the Moonwatcher Show of Ahmazingness, where I discuss everything important.
Audience: *looks at each other quizzically*
Glory: You can't discuss anything by yourself... Plus you forgot to include me! And anyways, it's called "The Complicated Life of Queen Glory and Queen Moonwatcher", not the Moonwatcher Show of Ahmazingness.
Moon: Whatever.
Glory: So, I'mma gonna describe what we do. So, recently, to update all you dragons who have been hiding under rocks for the last year or so, the Nightwings have elected Queen Moonwatcher here to be their queen. Yep, you heard me. The Nightwings have gone democratic! And a good thing for them, too! Let's get a round of applause!
Audience: *begins dubiously clapping unenthusiastically*
Moon: Anywho, this show has two parts. Everyday, Glory and I are gonna discuss some topic or do something in a talk show style live mirrorvision broadcast. Then, cameras are going to follow us around all day documenting what we do.
Glory: So, the second part is like reality tv. You get to see: "The Complicated Life of Queen Glory and Queen Moonwatcher!"
*bursts of confetti and canned applause show up everywhere*
Moon: Today we are discussing Deathbringer's skill level as an assassin and a bodyguard! And I say, it sure is great.
Glory: Well, I say that he really needs to change his definition of "protecting." Stalking does not mean defending! And I have a feeling he's only stalking me because he thinks it's fun. That's not a very good bodyguard, in my opinion.
Moon: What does our audience say about Deathbringer's skill level on being a bodyguard?
Audience: BOOOOOOOOOO!
Kelp the Seawing: Eh mediocre I guess.
Prism the Rainwing: What do you mean, mediocre? Did you see him swooping in to save the day at that volcanic island? *sighs*
Audience: *screams, giggles, and makes "ooh" sounds*
Sage the Sandwing: You can't be in love with him right?
Crimson the Skywing: I SHIP PRISMBRINGER!
Audience: *gasps in shock*
Prophet: That is even worse than Glorybringer! And Deathbringer is a traitor! I don't ship Glorybringer! I... *mystical tones* ... forsee... that... bad things happen! If... Glory... bringer... exists!
Prism: Well that's why I ship Prismbringer!
Majority of Audience:: Boo Prismbringer! Yes Glorybringer! Glorybringer for the win!
Prism and Crimson: Prismbringer!
Other dragons: Dude what... they're both rainwings who cares who goes with which? I mean they're all lazy fruit eaters right? *nearly encounters a painful venom experience*
Moon: I know I'm totes being OOC! Isn't that great? Usually I would never be this outgoing, but whatevs. The rules are totes up to the authoresses of this fanfic, obvi.
Glory: Oh my three moons, Moon, you can't just assume that about the rules.
Moon: Like, seriously? You did not just say that. Oh no you didn't!
Glory: Oh yes I did!
Moon: *snaps talons*
Glory: *snaps talons*
Camera dragon (Umber): May we resume some manner of normalcy? Or I will cancel this show!
Prism: Yeah you should! Unless we do Prismbringer.
Glory: All right, all right, all right. We're getting off track here! We can discuss this whole disgusting ship name later, but right now we're discussing Deathbringer. Not Prismbringer.
Prism: But... *whines*
Glory: No buts. So who here would like to give a short paragraph on their opinion of Deathbringer's skills?
Kinkajou: MEEEEEE! Okay so he's not a very colorful or happy looking dragon like the rainforest dragons should be, and he doesn't seem to like eating fruit and ...(fifteen minutes later)... he totally is cool besides from everything I just said. Thanks! *bows dramatically*
Glory: Please limit the amount of sentences please...
Sage: Well technically it was just two sentences. A really long run-on sentence and an incomplete sentence at the end.
Glory: *glares* Who called the grammar police?
*several dragons in audience look at each other knowingly*
Kelp: My turn. Like I said before, he is mediocre at best, if not totally incapable of being any sort of protection. From past experiences and what I have heard, he is more likely to kill you than your attacker. So his aiming skill may need some improvement, but those sharp metal discs are a great choice of weaponry.
Glory: Next?
Prophet: I still believe that he is only okay if he follows a certain ship called Prismbringer. Otherwise he will cause unforetold doomsday and destruction! With his other unacceptable mate... *sideways look at Glory* ... yeah. That's about it.
Crimson: TOTAL AGREEMENT HERE! If Glorybringer becomes official... that would be horrible!
Prism: New besties, Prophet and Crimson? Together we shall make Prismbringer... and actual thing!
Sage: Technically it already is. Just that not many smart dragons will acknowledge that.
Prism: I acknowledge it! I totally acknowledge it! I definitely acknowledge... wait... does that mean I'm not smart! YIKES! *goes crazy*
Sage: I think that shipping Deathbringer with another crazy dragon will end in disaster. He needs a stern and helpful dragon to keep him in check. I vote Glorybringer!
Moon: So this went from assessing his skills to shipping him with other dragons! Awesome!
Glory: That should totally be our show! Glorybringer for the win!
Camera dragon (Umber): Glorybringer, 2! Prismbringer, 1!
Silvia the Icewing: I ship Silviabringer!
Crimson and Prophet: I ship Prismbringer!
Umber: Glorybringer, 2! Prismbringer, 3! And a new ship, Silviabringer, 1!
Kelp: Glorybringer. It sounds more reasonable you know? I agree with Sage *loving expression on face* she's so smart...
Kelp's four younger sisters: Glorybringer!
Crimson's older sister: Glorybringer. Sorry Crimson but you always had a bad opinion.
Umber: Glorybringer, 7! Prismbringer, 3! Silviabringer, 1!
Audience: *distorted yelling continues*
XX PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT XX
PLEASE STAND BY WHILE SHIPPING WARS CONTINUE
*STATIC*
Umber: The final numbers are:
Glorybringer, 131! Prismbringer, 10! Silviabringer, 3! Deary (Also Deathbringer and Glory), 8!
After the craziest five hours of their lives, Glory and Moon sat tiredly in their chairs, waiting for the Jungle Fire Department to finish hosing down the riotous crowd.
"If this is what the talk show is going to be like, I really can't wait for the reality show to start filming," Moon remarked.
She and Glory turned to the cameras: "That's it for the talk show today, Pyrrhia! The reality show part is airing tomorrow, so stay tuned!"
More canned applause and confetti burst into existence as the two co-hostesses turned around and walked like fashionistas, all the way back into the screened safety of their tented preparation pavilion.
"Awesome and amazing, out!" cried Glory from behind the cloth curtains.
"PEACE OUT, PYRRHIA!" yelled Moon.
"That was cheesy," Glory muttered, not knowing that her microphone was picking up everything she said.