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Ned Ramsey

"Fuckin' shit...why me...?'

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a character in “That's Not an Omelette”, as played by MilkAgency

Description




Room B, 404

Ned Ramsey

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Identity

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Full Name
Edward Lazer Ramsey

Nickname
Old Laser, Old Man

Gender
Male

Age
Thirty-four

Nationality
100% British

Sexuality
Straight

Physical Description
Ned has silver hair, gray eyes, and is 1.78m tall. Almost always wears his brown jacket on free time. He has an average muscular build.

Dragon

Uma is the name of Ned's imprinted dragon. He is a black dragon with bat like wings, and he bares two purple eyes. Uma is a total daddy's kid, when he first hatched and imprinted on Ned, the dragon completely admired him as a father. Uma is often told that he is very feminine for a male due to being too bashful and gentle. He is very shy and curious, but also very intelligent due to becoming an introvert and reading a lot of books. He wishes for a lot of human contact and is often lonely because Ned is often out for work. Uma longs for human interaction and usually follows Ned around the house, hoping his father would take him outside.



Personality

Nature
Ned is an honest and caring guy,Image he can't stop himself from helping others in need. People say that he is going to regret being so kind to others but Ned just shirks it off with a smile and says that he will never regret helping others in need. Ned is especially caring for those younger then him. He acts like an uncle to almost all those under his age, maybe because he's already a father and wants others to befriend his daughter, Serena.

However one flaw that he carries is that he is crazy for money, he's not obsessed with the money itself but rather obsessed with the process of earning it. In short, he's a workaholic. Although he does not neglect his daughter for the sake of working, he would work overtime and only comes home when babysitters are not available or something urgent has come.

This was because Ned does not want Serena to live the hard life of poverty that Ned has lived in his childhood, and wishes her to live as normally as possible and avoid financial problems in her life. Ned who is already collecting college funds for his daughter, can only be described to be an extremely protective father. However, he is not afraid to help a friend in financial need despite not being the richest. All in all, Ned is an ideal adult and a role model for the younger generation and his compassion makes almost anyone can't help but like him.


Likes
  • Absolutely adores his daughter, Serena
  • Being relied upon as an adult
  • Helping others in needImage
  • Earning money
  • Burgers
  • His brown jacket

Dislikes
  • Caring for a domestic animal (Unnecessary mouth to feed)
  • Having a flu that could stop him from going to work
  • Family discord (Even if it's not his family)

Habits
  • He has a bad habit of losing track of time, so he is often to late to things.
  • Sleeps a little too much (10 hours)
  • Promises that he'd exercise but ends up eating burgers instead



History

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Ned is a great leader and a talker as well liked by others, but ironically, he has trust issues. As a child, he witnessed his father take off with 75% of his family savings. This ultimately led his mother to take her son and move to America from London, and find a job to support her only child without the help of the husband. Ned immediately quit his high school life in order to support her mother and alleviate her workload. He self taught himself all the information needed to enter college on scholarship, he stocked up on all the textbooks on his shelves just for education and spent 9 hours on studying. However, he knew the possibility of getting scholarship was unimaginably low without a proper high school education. In the end, his effort and determination did not reach the college admissions and denied his entry. Ned lost his faith in human kindness and believed that miracles are simply nonsense. Ned unwillingly entered a cheap community college that did not ensure his financial security. He graduated and got a private investigator license and started a small office of his own. The choice of job was odd, but to Ned it was an effort to find his bastard of a father.

His mother soon died of overworking and her last words to her son were "Spread your virtue." He could not afford a large and fancy funeral of his mother that she greatly deserved with his newly started job, so Ned held a small scale funeral with only 4 visitors, including himself. Only then, did Ned see a woman his age in the funeral that seemed to genuinely mourn for his mother. Ned talked her up and found out his mother had gave out 800 thousand dollars to the young woman's family who was in debt. The young woman was named Jennifer Osley, and she was on her way to pay Ned's mother back her money. When she heard that the saint like woman has died, she looked for a relative to give the money to and saw the funeral as the chance to meet Ned Ramsey. Ned immediately felt grateful that someone felt grateful to Jennifer and knew that he won't be the only one to remember his mother. They soon had become a couple and fell in love within months. 2 years after their first meeting, Jennifer and Ned had become married and had a child of their own, a daughter named Serena Ramsey.

The PI career proved to be a difficult butImage a suitable job for Ned and had earned enough to move into a new abode with his family. The Ramsey family moved into a small apartment in Corona. One could say that Ned's life was finally turning out to be a good one and he was finally starting to trust people other then his family, until Jennifer had tragically died. The wife of Ned, Jennifer had gone on a volunteer work in Africa with her friends and family. She had left Ned in care of Serena back in America as she thought that was for the best. All was well until she had been asked to swim in one of the rivers by her friends, she was reluctant but soon gave in to the offer. She had contracted with a virus called Ebola, an incurable and deadly disease. Jennifer who was stuck in a hospital isolation chamber was often visited by her family, but the one who visited everyday was Ned and Serena. Jennifer was devastated that she could no longer embrace Serena or Ned any longer until the day she died, but was still happy to see them everyday. The day came when Jennifer was so thin that she could not be recognized anymore, and she knew she would die that day. Ned who brought Serena to the hospital for the everyday visit came just in time for Jennifer's last moments, there was only enough time for Ned to hear her final wish "Take care of Serena". Ned who was devastated to fail in saving two important women of his life, had decided not to lose the third. He decided to live his life with the two final words of the two most important people in his life, "Spread your virtue", and "Take care of Serena". Ned was now determined to live his life solely to take care of Serena and live a honest life as well as look out for others and help those in need. Serena was all he had in his life...until now.



Relationships (INCOMPLETE)

Uma
ImageUma admires and loves Ned, unfortunately Ned thinks of Uma as a hindrance, simply an unnecessary mouth to feed like all those other domestic animals. Although Ned can't help but remind himself that he is all this dragon has as support, and he will not become like his father.

Kyung-min Lee


Hector O'Callaghan


Marilla Sanders


Uriel Evans


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Roisin Ramos


Noodles


Behemoth


Lucifer


Sentenia


Serena
The only jewel he sees in his eyes, nothing else matters more then his daughter



SERENA ADELE RAMSEY

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She's four years old on the day dragons hatched!


So begins...

Ned Ramsey's Story

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Character Portrait: Hector O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos Character Portrait: Uriel Evans Character Portrait: Noodle (Nadia) Character Portrait: Lucifer Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Verity

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"No way you are real."

That's what Alex had said exactly two seconds after he saw six little beaks peck their way out of what appeared to be dragon eggs. That's what he thought as the turquoise little creature stared at him, white eyes begging to be loved or perhaps fed. He honestly wasn't sure but the noises seemed rather whiny.

However, let's dial back an hour or two because the origin of a story is just as important as its end.

Uriel, Alexander's psuedo-sibling invited him and Roisin Raisin to a block (floor?) party which really only consisted of four rooms as the complex itself was rather small. At the time he was supposed to go to pick-up basketball with his friends but Uriel being the mother she was, he couldn't disappoint her and decided that he ought to at least say "hi" even though he didn't know the others very well. Most were well above his age range and probably not athletic in any aspect. Still, he went and the first hour was tolerable.

They had chips, drinks, movies, and just about everything a generic party needed but one of them wanted eggs. He hadn't actually remembered who but he swears up and down it wasn't him. Well in the interest of saving cartons, someone pointed out that the half-carton of eggs would be more cost effective and it would have been if not for the fact that there were "mother fucking dragons!" inside. Really, the omelets sounded amazing and all but here they were with theses odd creatures.

"Scree?" the one presumably known as his dragon squeaked.

Ah yes right he couldn't retreat to his phone where things made sense.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

The turquoise creature didn't so much crawl as slither away from the carton and towards him.

"Scree!"

"Anyone?"

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"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs? Seriously, somebody tell me how the hell that happened. There's got to be some difference between them and normal chicken eggs; I'm sure of it."

Marilla stared at the tiny little dragons, shocked. Dragons couldn't be real, though, obviously they were. They were real an tiny and crawling on her friend's kitchen floor because someone had tried to make omelettes out of them. In their defense, they'd thought they were chicken eggs, but still. This was awesome though. Seriously awesome. They were tiny adorable dragons. And- wait a moment. Fuck omelettes. They could have real live dragons. They could actually raise these little guys and take care of them and it'd be awesome.

"Wait! I think we've got one chicken," She pointed out, looking down at the tiny thing that had begun crawling over to her. "It's blue though..."

She reached down, lifting it up and holding in her hands gently, like one would with a cat or dog. She held it eye level, studying the little creature, but perhaps that wasn't the best decision as it decided to nip her hand gently. It wasn't painful as it seemed like the thing didn't have any teeth yet, but it was startling.

"False alarm. It's just a very feathered dragon. It's so cute! And tiny. Man, these dragons really are small. Anyone here know anything about real dragons? My knowledge is limited to fantasy novels and I don't think that's very helpful because I didn't even have a clue that these guys could have feathers."

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"Well, that's not an omelette."

That incredibly eloquent and intelligent sentence had come out of Roi's mouth only a few hours prior. She was still thinking that she probably could have said something slightly more intelligent, but honestly, she was a bit preoccupied to be thinking about her dumb outburst. She had a little dragon hatchling who was definitely not an omelette, and seemed quite a bit offended to be even considered as one. Roi had tried to hold the cute little white hatchling, but was immediately discouraged when the dragon bit her finger. She wasn't alone- everyone else who tried to pick up or cuddle their dragons met the same fate. Luckily, the hatchling didn't seem to have deadly fangs or anything yet.

After Roi got over her bitten finger and wounded pride and gathered the courage to accept the little white dragon who seemed to be following her around like a bird to its mother, she looked around at her friends.

After her dragon's egg had been cracked and nearly fried, the other hatchlings started to break their shells open. A little blue feathered dragon started crawling over to Rilla, and Roi smiled when she mistook the dragon for a chicken. Taking a good look at her white dragon, who was standing on its hind legs like a meerkat, Roi tried to figure out whether her hatchling was a boy or a girl.

Unsure of how to proceed, Roi just tried to remember what she knew about dragons from all of the fantasy she'd ever read, all the art she'd ever seen, and all the myths she'd heard- but none of them mentioned how to raise a dragon. What did they eat? How did they interact with others? There was so much she didn't know, but Roi at least knew she had to make the best of it.

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Character Portrait: Hector O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos Character Portrait: Uriel Evans Character Portrait: Noodle (Nadia) Character Portrait: Lucifer Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Verity

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Ned was not paying attention to the commotion and was focusing on planning which elementary school Serena should go to. He didn't feel he fitted in with the crowd as he was much older then all of them. He felt more like a chaperone then a participant of this omelette party.

That's when he felt a scaly touch on his leg, it startled him and he saw it, a black lizard. It must be a lizard with wings. What else can it be? He then noticed that there were several of these critters around the room, that's when he heard Marilla say "How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?".

These were...dragons...? That would explain the wings.

Ned steeled himself to pull on the wings to see if they are fake. If they are fake, they are not dragons, if they are real...he just found a member of a legendary species.
Ned tugged hard on the black lizard's wings, the thing bit him as if it was angry. The wings were real. They were dragons that he heard in story books.

That also means he can't just put them it in the wild. He has to deal with it somehow.
Ned was devastated that this fiasco had happened on the year that he has to work out the financial issues for Serena's admittance to elementary school.

"Fuckin' shit...why me...?'

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Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos Character Portrait: Uriel Evans

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Dragons.

This was the only thought running through Uriel's mind for the first few moments after he had cracked the egg over the pan and nearly fried a little scaled creature. Even now, a while after the event, with all his guests holding or staring at little dragons, he was still in a bit of a state of shock, hand unconsciously fiddling with the hair where he sometimes braided to indicate preferred pronouns.

"Ok, which fucker bought these? No, more importantly, where did you buy these? Because I'm thinking maybe you should never go there again. Ever."
"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?


"I swear I bought chicken eggs. Uriel shook his head a moment, trying to think straight. "The other 6 eggs in the carton were chicken eggs. I..." For the first time in the years he had lived here, Uriel was speechless and unsure of how to plan a way forwards. In the end it was someone else speaking that finally got the freaking out Uriel to focus.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

Dragons, dragons. How does one take care of dragons. Dragons were predators. They... only ate meat? He didn't remember the myths well enough. "Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" He knew the younger Ramos was a myths expert, and now with at least a semblance of a plan of response, Uriel visibly calmed down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I can get lamb chops sent up here. And there's milk in the fridge. I think that takes care of any dietary needs. They might need nests. Or caves? I'll.... I can check what habitats they like after I've rung my friend up to send the food over. I'll go make that call." Still shaken enough to stumble over his own mini-speech, Uriel began to fumble in the pockets looking for his mobile, before finding out that the coat currently being worn didn't have it. After cursing silently under his breath, Uriel began carefully moving around the dragons and people on the floor of apartment. "Keep an eye on the dragons." Saying that word still feels a little crazy. "And please someone close and lock the door and windows."

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Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Uriel Evans Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa

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It wasn't a lizard. Being from Montana, Terry had held his fair share of lizards, and they felt nothing like this. This was a dragon - or he assumed his was as well, since everyone else's looked pretty much like typical dragons while his looked a little weird - and it was amazing. Although it was smaller than his hand, it was incredibly dense, lying heavy across his palm. It gave a squeak when he ran his thumb along its spine. Oh, its skin was like sandpaper. Cool.

"Well, I hate to break it to you guys," Terry said, rocking himself off the sofa, "but I've officially nabbed the best one of the batch. Look, it looks like the alien from Alien." He grinned and held out his hatchling to the rest of the group to display its bizarre featureless head. It tottered as if confused on his palm, lashing its flat-tipped tail.

Uriel was taking charge of the situation as always, but Terry hadn't really been listening. The mention of lamb chops definitely got his attention. "Well since we didn't get our omelettes, lamb chops are good as anything - I'm starving. Here, Marilla, watch mine for me," Terry said, plopping his new noisy burden into his roommate's lap. He was oblivious to the hatchling's writhing outrage.

He headed into the kitchen and lamented the empty egg carton, the frying pan abandoned on the stove. What a sad, lonely sight. While Uriel looked around for a phone, Terry leaned over and stretched himself across the countertop. Pressing his cheek to the smooth stone, he gazed somberly upon the ingredients remaining. "We've got six actual eggs left but that's not enough for all of us," he sighed. Man, and he'd been looking forward to this omelette party for a week now. The one time he had time outside his training schedule, and no actual omelettes. Kicking open the trash compactor, with the sweep of an arm, he cleared the remains of broken dreams (egg shells, they were the dragon egg shells) off the counter and slammed the machine shut.

Well, now that that unfortunate reminder of nonexistent meals was taken care of, Terry gave a thumbs up to Uriel and headed to the windows to draw the curtains.

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Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Uriel Evans Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa

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"Uriel, I think it might depend on the dragon. I mean, all of these little guys look like they're from totally different species. It might just end up being a trial and error thing," Marilla offered, then turned her attention to the tiny feathered dragon which had somehow climbed its way up on her lap.

It had currently curled up into a tiny little ball of sorts, and apparently had been snoozing- up until Terry dropped his little hatchling on her lap as well. Then it backed up against Marilla's stomach, regarding the new arrival with a sort of hesitant curiosity before it bounded over, nudged the other with the tip of its snout, then quickly went back to its position against Marilla.

"It's Rilla, Terry! I don't know how many times I've said this, but I'll keep saying it until you get it into your head." She called out after him, then turned to watch the exchange on her lap. Her hatchling seemed more like a puppy than a dragon. It was sort of adorable.

All the while though also listening to Terry and Min's exchange, she raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the blonde, "Uh. Why'd you throw the eggshells out? Maybe they're supposed to eat them- certain animals have to eat their eggshells after they're born. I mean, it doesn't seem like it, since all these little guys just about ditched their eggshells, but you know, it could've been. Maybe we should all just wait a bit on doing anything hasty like that for a while."

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Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa

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"Terryyyyyyy."

Ah, there it was again, his name said with too many vowels. Well, it was lucky that his parents hadn't named him Xavier or something. That would've just been awkward to say all drawn out like Min so often did. Terry was a much nicer name in Terry's opinion - less clumsy. No one's tongue had to trip over four syllables.

"Rilla, Rilla, right. Sorry," he said, with his version of an apologetic grin, full of sincere cheer and not quite as apologetic as one would hope. Having secured the windows, since he was already standing, Terry deftly leapt over low standing furniture and prone bodies to deal with the front door. "And I'm sure it'll be fine. They don't look like they'd get full off eggshells anyway. 'Sides, they came out of chicken eggs and we have six more of those."

Meanwhile, his grey-brown hatchling left in Marilla's care stood stock still, as if stunned by its contact with another creature. After a moment, it staggered forward uneasily on its feet. It was tentative, as if unsure of what to make of its new terrain and confused as to what it might meet up ahead. It stopped when it got to close to the other feathered hatchling, and cocking its head it cautiously twisted and brought forward its tail, waving it in front of him like a blind man with a cane.

As Terry locked the door and checked the handle twice, he tossed out to the group over his shoulder, "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

To be honest, he was just fishing for ideas. Despite having grown up in a town where there were more animals than children, Terry hadn't been allowed any pets as a kid, and he hadn't named a thing before in his life. Alex had his love of comic books and Roisin had her writing. Ned, well, had a daughter, so clearly he'd done this sort of thing before. Maybe he could just… piggy back of their ideas. Sounded like a sound plan to him.

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Eggshells being destroyed? The middle aged man didn't care one bit about that.

Ned was paralyzed from the surprise and dread he felt as he was forced the responsibility to take care of a mythical being. Everyone seemed to be excited to have a pet dragon, but he only felt his wallet becoming lighter and his free time becoming more scarce.

"So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

Ned was terrified when he heard these words from Terrance, mostly because he actually had a terrible naming sense. Serena's name was chosen by his deceased wife, Jennifer. Ned was originally planning on naming his daughter "Prudence" after hearing his co-worker name his daughter "Hope", but everyone was against his idea.

Now he had to name something that he hadn't thought even existed. Ned read a few fantasy novels, where they would label the dragons with names such as, "Fafnir" or "Glaurung", but he didn't dare name it with something so grandeur. Otherwise, the others might think of him as old fashioned, which was one of his greatest fear. Ned wanted to stay hip and young to keep the "cool adult that you can totally depend on" image that was in his head. However, it's also crucial because this dragon has to live with the name for the rest of it's life, even if it's not with him in the future.

Ned racked his brain around for a minute and remembered an anime that his daughter was watching this morning. It featured an unknown being that was alien to human records, and named the unknown being with an acronym...U.M.A was it? Unidentified Mysterious Animal, that's right, that was the name. He quickly looked up the name Uma on his smartphone.

"Unidentified Mysterious Animal, the popular term for cryptids in Japan"

"What a wonderfully fitting name for the new born dragon." Ned had accidentally said it out loud.
After getting over the embarrassment, he turned to Terrance.

"Twerp, I know you're trying to rub off on our ideas but at least try to keep it unique, alright?"

He then turned to everyone else for feedback on the name.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

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"Uriel, I think it might depend on the dragon. I mean, all of these little guys look like they're from totally different species. It might just end up being a trial and error thing,"

Having already started making the phone call, Uriel was surprised by the comment, but only nodded thoughtfully in response. Not that Rilla was paying attention any more, the dragons were very entrancing for all of his friends. "Hello, Uriel Evans here. Yes. I don't have another shift until tomorrow, I took today off to be with friends. No, no, I'm well! Ah, yes, I'm sorry to call you like this, but could you have some lamb chops delivered to my apartment?" A little hesitant in speech, Uriel's brow furrowed as he tried to work out how he was supposed to explain the odd request. "I-- Oh no, everyone here is fed well enough, of course! No it's-- We had a surprising case of baby animals. Someone put them in my cupboard, still unsure of who the mother was. Yes, it was quite the surprise, but a pleasant one at least. You know-- Oh god."

Suddenly distracted from his phone call, Uriel just stared in horror as Terry swept the egg shells into the trash compactor. Shaking his head as the sudden silence was questioned, Uriel turned away from the now crunching machine. "Oh, sorry. Something just happened that I probably should have expected. I really have to fix a mess that will continue to happen if I don't watch. How fast can you have those chops up here?" Nodding a few more times, and with a hurried thanks, Uriel clicked the button on the phone to end the call and momentarily rested his head in his hands.

Calm, calm. Just keep your calm. He never intends to mess things up. It's done now, move on, work out what needs to be done now.

"Naming is a good idea. While you all figure names out, since we might as well keep them. Hum. We can try milk first to see if they like that, Terry, come he-- Wait." Stock still, Uriel's eyes narrowed at the absent-minded tenant of the flat nearby. Uriel felt like he was missing something from the picture in front of him, but it took a few moments for the doctor to get it.

"Didn't you have a dragon? Find your dragon and I'll get the milk bottles set up with teats." Failing to notice the second hatchling on Rilla's lap, Uriel turned around with purpose, back to the kitchen drawers where he rustled around for some bottles that he could fit with fake-teats to feed the hatchlings. It hadn't surprised him that Terry didn't have the dragon with him. Of all the people in the room, it was him who was most likely to lose the dragon or have it die from neglect.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

In the middle of searching the cupboard, Uriel took a moment to turn his head and smile at the comment, giving Ned a thumbs up and a delighted "A very nice ring to it! I approve." before turning back to the task at hand.

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"You named your dragon after a dancer?" She squinted at Ned, a bit confused, before turning her attention back to the two hatchlings on her lap.

Her little one seemed shocked, having been whacked in the snout with the other's tail. It peered at the other curiously, a bit cautious now that it had been injured, and waited a bit before it dashed forward and gently nudged it, dashing back at about the same speed.

"I dunno what I should name mine. I mean, there are a plentitude of names, right? I'd like to name it something cool. But not pretentious and all the names I can think of are borderline pretentious and gah, honestly Ned, how on Earth do parents manage with the naming thing?" She froze then said, "Oh god. You know what this means? We're all parents now! Parents to tiny dragons who will likely grow up to be massive and are probably intelligent. Oh god can you imagine how rough this is gonna be? Like, I'm sure some of us be fine but there are people among us, I will not name names, who probably will have a rough time like this. I wonder if they go through stages like humans, oh dear, can you imagine if they do? Teenage dragon angst? It'll be the worst. Or terrible two's? Can you imagine a baby dragon temper tantrum? Oh gosh, does this mean that when we meet up in the future and discuss our dragons progress like we no doubt will, it'll be as though we're parents upping the progress of our children? Oh this has so many implications."

Grinning, she beamed at her tiny feathered dragon, "I mean, it might not have all that, but man, this little guy is cute and there's no way I'm not keeping him. Her. I dunno. How do you tell its gender? Should I go for a gender neutral name?"

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Roi was in shock- but a good kind of shock. She was in disbelief that all her far-fetched, insane dreams had just hatched before her eyes. Literally.

"Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" She'd heard Uriel throw out the question, and racked her brain. "Well, they seem to be following us around like little ducklings or some crap like that. Little scaly ducklings..." The white hatchling was sitting on the coffee table, and she tugged it away when it began sharpening its claws on the wood.

"Meat is probably a good plan, yeah... I'll check my sources as soon as we get this sorted out. I feel like somewhere it said that some hatchlings eat the eggs they were in for extra minerals and stuff, so better not-" Before finishing her sentence, Roi yelped. The little scaly duckling had tried to sharpen its claws on her legs. "You stop that, little one." The dragon looked at Roisin in disdain and scratched its talons down her legs one more time before leaping onto the couch and standing on her hind legs like a guard.

Getting up and walking over to the door, she shut it firmly and locked it. Knowing how aggressive her little hatchling had been to the table, Roi hoped that the wooden door could withstand the little dragon. Walking back over to the couch, she was startled by the trash compactor making weird crunches. She heard Rilla talking about animals eating their eggs, and knew she'd pointed that out earlier. "Well, there goes any hope of having them munch on eggshells. Door is locked and secure." Shaking her head and reclaiming her spot on the couch, she looked at the creamy dragon standing guard.

She looked at the little white dragon that had emerged from the first egg. "So you started this mess, little one..." She was staring into the proud hatchling's violet eyes when she was jerked back by the naming ceremonies. "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?" She heard Terry say, and immediately looked back to the miffed white hatchling. "Well, aren't you just a little ball of sunshine." The dragon glared at her, and then jumped into her lap, curled up, and began purring much like a cat. Roi was surprised and nearly jumped back, but smiled softly when the purrs turned to snores.

Listening to the murmurs of name ideas floating around, Roisin tried to come up with a name for her new dragon. She'd decided that the hatchling was female, based on its mannerisms and oddly long eyelashes. It seemed right. Roi had so much experience naming characters and pets that she was trying to come up with an equally awesome name for the awesome mythical creature napping on her. "You're like a little sentinel... What about Sentenia? Does that sound right?" Deciding that Sentenia fit the girl hatchling still sleeping soundly, she watched as her friends and neighbors scrambled for names.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Roi nodded to Ned. Uma reminded her of something she'd watched recently, she couldn't put her finger on it however. She wanted to look it up on her phone, but Sentenia was laying on it, and Roi knew the rules. No waking up pets, ever. She didn't even want to know how cranky baby dragons would be if woken from a nap.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic, any ideas Roi?" She smiled at Alex's ultimate question, and watched the little hatchling swim around in the dirty bowl filled with water. "Well, I did have a shark once. I doubt your little hatchling would appreciate being named James Pond, though. In my defense, I was seven." She covered quickly before she could be teased. "Your little serpent dragon is pretty cute though. Any idea the gender?" Sentenia yawned and looked up lazily, blinking sleep from her now crystal-blue eyes. "That's a bit odd..." she murmured to herself.

Grabbing her phone before the white dragon settled down again, she looked up sea serpent myths. Checking her blog first to see if she'd posted anything on sea serpents, she sighed. No luck. Searching on the internet, she uncovered a picture guide to different kinds of sea dragons. "Hmm. Alex, I think your dragon is a Bakunawa. Says here that it's a dragon rumored to have swallowed the moon in ancient myth. Not much information here, though." Turning off her phone, she studied the little dragon. "What about Atlantic? Or Pacific? Sea names are pretty cool, like Carribean. If it's a guy, though, you might want to go a little manlier. Like, 'Sea Demon' or whatever."

Roi grinned helpfully and turned to her friends. She noticed Uriel working on food and picked up her white dragon baby. Sentenia yawned and rolled over in her arms. She eyeballed the hatchling's size and looked down at her hoodie pocket. Putting the baby dragon in the big pocket, she stood up carefully and maneuvered her way into the kitchen. "Need any help, Uriel? Milk is probably a good idea, but I'm not sure how well plastic or rubber'll stand against the fangs of these little ones." Roi glanced over at Rilla, who had her lap full with two hatchlings clambering around. Furrowing her brow, she glanced around. Of course. Terry didn't have his dragon, which must mean Rilla had both hers and Terry's. Sighing, she half-listened to Rilla's rant and leaned on the counter.

"Which one's yours, Rilla? The feathered one resembles more of a female, with body shape and all. I'm not so sure about feathered dragons. I'd assume they're all slender, but..." Roi stopped herself from starting a tangent. "Any name would be nice for yours. The other hatchling... Yeah, Terry was right. It kind of does look a bit alien." Watching it stumble around and lash the blue hatchling with a flat tail, Roi examined the thing from a distance. "It kind of looks like it can't see. Do you think it's eyeless? It could be, if it's a deep sea or a cave sort. They don't have much need for sight, since it's so dark..."

Trailing off, Roi smiled as her gaze swept the room. Sure, raising dragons would be a nightmare at times, but she couldn't wait.