[u][b]Ink [color=#a6bad9]and[/color] [color=OrangeRed]Angela[/color][/b][/u]

[quote][color=OrangeRed]”I said I’d draw it in, not find it for you, so be a dear and keep those eyes peeled Ink”[/color] Angela replied, not taking her gaze of the darkened false sky, her tone faintly mocking rather than harshly admonishing as it could have been [color=OrangeRed]”or have you been just admiring the stars this whole time, hmmm?”[/color][/quote]
There's a certain saying; 'better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.' It was very tempting to confirm that, yes, he was just admiring the stars, [i]because you didn't specify a range, miss Angela.[/i] Just staring up at the sky covered most of the airspace above Agartha, technically, and if she needed the dragon to look back at her, all she needed was to create bright lights in the dark, which should be no problem for a fire mage. Well, either way, he didn't feel like getting into it at the moment. Not because he didn't want to start an argument with Angela right before taking on a dragon, but because not being omniscient unironically made him feel foolish. Such is human perception.

In any case, Angela went on to create a series of spotlights on herself, lighting up the cavernous sky like a search helicopter in reverse. [i]So Angela doesn't mind finding it for everyone anyway, huh.[/i]

As Angela goes on to taunt the dragon, Rika assures her, in trite heroic fashion:
[quote][color=cyan]"No maidens will be kidnapped on my watch, fair lady!"[/color][/quote]
Rika then says she sees something and stands up before she is unceremoniously swooped off the ground in an instant by a fast-moving shadowy figure.

[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]...So, is Rika not a maiden, or...?[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

[color=OrangeRed]"It's hardly polite to speculate darling"[/color] Angela Replied disdainfully, before hypocritically adding [color=OrangeRed]"though I can't imagine someone of her fame lacks for suitors."[/color]

Ink didn't miss the way she casually implied she was speaking from experience. He got up off the grass, dusting himself off. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Takes a celebrity to know a celebrity, huh, miss high society?[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

[color=OrangeRed]"That it would"[/color], she replied shamelessly while pointing a glowing finger up towards the might or might not be maiden, trying and failing to line up a shot that wasn't at risk of blasting the subject of their conversation in the butt, before adding [color=OrangeRed]"why? Interested?"[/color] somewhere between tauntingly and teasingly

Ink obtusely feigns obliviousness. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]In being a celebrity? No thanks. I already get too much attention doing jack shit.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] Seeing her try to aim at the flying Chameleon while Rika is still on board, Ink shakes his head. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Speaking from experience, I don't think you're gonna be able to avoid collateral damage.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

Angela gave a truncated snort of a laugh at his artful dodging of her trap of a question, before listening to his advice on her aiming and then replying, [color=OrangeRed]"we can't simply lose the cities darling, now can we? I will have to try [i]something[/i] if she doesn't get out herself soon."[/color] At which point, as if on cue, the rising star broke free from her captor's grip, which earned her an [color=OrangeRed]"ah, never mind, there she goes"[/color] from Angela as Rika and the dragon both fell from the sky.

Rika proudly announces that she brought the dragon down before getting its attention, seemingly granting the rest of them an easy opportunity to attack it from behind. Ink rushes forward, brandishing the Inkwell and attacking the dragon repeatedly, testing the durability of its scales.