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Mero Dicondylia

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AugmentationAudit

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If the text is brown, then you are encountering Mero the dragon rider.

If the text is mauve, you are encountering Mero the mage.

Alternate versions of the same character, both Mero's are small, with dark skin and red hair. Both are deaf. Both have sustained considerable damage to one shoulder, limiting the usage of their arm.

Dragon rider Mero rides Ptera, a large dragon.

Mage Mero has a small, pocket sized Ptera as a companion.

So begins...

Mero Dicondylia's Story

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Mero Dicondylia sat yawning in a chair beside the fire, warming hands that were already wrapped in what appeared to be two pairs of woollen gloves beside the flames as though he didn't quite realise that he was inside and that it wasn't actually freezing. His face was barely visible, obscured by the hood of an overly large coat and scarf; he didn't care that the rest of the world seemed to be quite happy to wander around in shirts, he was freezing, and the coat was the only thing keeping him alive.

'Over dramatic...' No, he was dying of hypothermia in this horrible country. Not that he actually knew that hypothermia was, but it sounded dramatic and a lot like being this cold. He definitely had it.

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Mero Dicondylia had his back to the person who had spoken to him, and as a result didn't hear a word that had been said; no footsteps, no words, no breathing at his neck. He was oblivious to the man's presence and was actually quite certain that he was alone; the bar had filled without him turning around.

The fact that a second person had engaged him in conversation without him even noticing would have been embarrassing to no end if he had been in any way aware of it. As it was, he was blissfully oblivious as he warmed his hands beside the fire.

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Mero Dicondylia practically jumped out of his skin when a whole lot of- something he had no classification for slapped itself onto his hand. He shrieked, though he wasn't overly aware of doing so, and leaped out of his seat (nearly ending up in the fireplace as he scooted backwards) upon getting a look at the- thing.

His skin was very dark, and his eyes were a warm orange brown, though currently terrified by what he was seeing.

"What are you?!" he was shouting, though his voice was normally very loud when he didn't focus, and his words formed thickly.

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Mero Dicondylia struggled to understand what the- thing- was saying to him when he was caught staring it its insane appearance; it's mouth appeared to be forming words but he wasn't quite certain of what they were. He managed to pick out- he didn't even know.

And the other man was talking (the one with a strange pink face); Mero couldn't look in two directions at once, and ended up ducking further away from the Thing to look at the man who at least appeared to be a man.

He managed to get a 'calm' out of the speech which made some form of sense when looking at the man's expression. "What is going on?!" He kept flicking glances towards the Thing in case it chose to attack.

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Mero Dicondylia felt a flicker of relief when the man slowed down and spoke something that he could actually interpret rather than an overly-fast babble. "No one here to hurt me," he repeated, just to be sure that he'd caught it. The man had looked away after that, so he assumed he'd been talking to the Thing.

He kept on watching, just in case the man chose to say anything more. "I think I leave soon."

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Mero Dicondylia tried not to look as upset as he felt when the man covered his face before speaking; Mero couldn't catch what he was saying, but knew he was speaking... he hated it, which was more than likely what made up his mind to leave this place. He didn't like it, it was cold and the people were horrible.

He sniffed haughtily, stuck his nose in the air and strode out of the air, looking decidedly snooty while they were watching. The fact that he went straight to Ptera to hug it better moments later was only permitted because nobody would be able to see.

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Mero Dicondylia nudged the door open to a marginal extent and slipped around the edge as if, in some way, that would prevent him from being noticed. Shy was something of an understatement when it came to how Mero was feeling, but he had been assured (seventeen times and counting) that he would be quite safe no matter how dangerous things looked. However comforting, such reassurances did little to stop Mero remaining close to the wall as he crept towards the bar counter.

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Mero Dicondylia sat quietly beside the fire (cold, constantly cold even tucked inside coat after coat, scarf, gloves and hat) in a vain attempt to warm himself, unaware for the most part of what was happening around him. The chairs faced away from the room, but he kept his head turned to observe at least a little of what was happening; still paranoid that he would come to harm.

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Mero Dicondylia was feeling rather lonely despite his relief ant not being attacked/eaten/mauled/raped/murdered/licked/poked/sat on (Mero had an active imagination), though he had yet to find the courage to approach anyone. They were all so- unlike him, and that scared him more than a little.

He wanted Ptera, badly, he wanted to go back to her, to have her protection and company, but he knew that she wouldn't be impressed. She loved him and would protect him, he knew, but in the same breath she wanted him to grow... he didn't like being thrown out of the nest.

Mero didn't notice that someone was standing behind him; facing forwards, his eyes on the fire (which, oddly, had no flames, but gave out heat... he couldn't begin to fathom how it worked), he seemed to be lost in thought.

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To test a theory, Mero stood on his head in a different part of the world; he was probably just dreaming.

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Mero Dicondylia jumped in obvious alarm when someone appeared beside him unannounced; she was here to kill him! She had come out of nowhere and she looked- not like him at all! He was going to be murdered horribly in this disgusting bar and Ptera wouldn't be able-

'Ptera most certainly will; relax, you are quite safe,'

Mero breathed a shaky sigh; embarrassed, still afraid, he shot the woman a questioning look.

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Ptera, high above and sweeping lazy circles in the nigh-time sky looked down with eyes paled to silver, camouflaged with scales glossed black and shot through with sliver on the underside. Her wings beat infrequently as she drifted on a current, observing for Mero's sake.

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Mero Dicondylia watched the woman's mouth with a keen interest, not once looking at her eyes, though he couldn't help but cast a glance at her unusual helmet. He smiled just a fraction, still looking impossibly shy.

Not quite sure what he wanted to say (if he wanted to say anything) Mero smiled a little wider and nodded his head.

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The nudge was a little on the harsh side, given that Mero was small and rather frail looking; he had lost weight recently, and not in a way that he liked. The contact sent a flair of pain through his shoulder and he cried out involuntarily as a result; a sharp, formless cry as he tucked his arm protectively against his side.

Embarrassed by the sob that seemed to catch in his throat, Mero swallowed, trying to look brave. He ultimately failed; he was little more than a child playing make-believe, and he knew it.

Somewhere above them, a shrieking, eerie cry cut through the darkness.

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Mero Dicondylia couldn't help but look towards the sky (even when it was hidden by layers of masonry) as Ptera cried out above him, only to realise moments later that he needed to pay attention to the woman; he already knew what Ptera was doing. The woman looked interested.

A word he knew (Ptera?), and Mero blinked in surprise, mouthing the word "dragon". He wasn't sure what she had actually asked him, but he could assume; he nodded hesitantly.

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Mero Dicondylia had no idea what was going on at all when it came to this woman, but seeing as Ptera didn't seem to want to get involved... Mero smiled some more, because smiling was safe, and tried to keep his eyes on the woman's mouth. It wasn't really easy when she turned her head, especially when there were other things that Mero felt the need to look at- he was beginning to feel rather nervous.

The little silver item- he ended up looking at it; it was like nothing that she'd ever seen before, though it seemed in some way familiar... strange.

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Mero Dicondylia watched with clear interest as the woman used some form of mystic on the metal in her hands (Mero's hands strayed to his wrists and the tarnished metal straps there; he needed to clean them...)- distracted, he blinked and shook the wonder from his head. She had made him- oh! He grinned, a sound of delight escaping his lips unnoticed as he reached out to touch the tiny dragon (not Ptera, but clearly of her kind). He retracted his hand before touching, however; he didn't want to damage it.

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Mero Dicondylia very carefully reached out with his left hand (his right arm had yet to move from its position, tucked against his side; still hurting, but less than before), he had gloves on. He only seemed to notice this at the last moment, and pulled his hand back yet again. He pulled off his glove, hands delicate but marked by burn scars underneath, and plucked the little toy from the woman's hand, setting it on his own.

He grinned in something close to delight as he watched the small toy, which contrasted starkly beside his dark skin. When he looked up, his gratitude was clear.

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Mero Dicondylia found himself distracted by the beautiful little toy that was so fantastic, so unlike anything he had ever seen before. Mero laughed, though the sound was distinctly strange and louder than it realistically should have been.

When he looked up at her again, Mero's entire posture was more open, far more at ease. Vivid colours; Mero nodded emphatically and brushed the back of his hand against the woman's elbow.

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Mero Dicondylia kept on smiling when she didn't pull away; he was tactile by nature and by need, and the compulsion to put his hand on her shoulder for the sake of comfort was growing steadily more pressing. He was far more used to talking to someone in that position, but he refrained.

Uncertain about what to say (still not sure if he wanted to say anything) Mero nodded; Dragons were beautiful, he totally agreed there. Ptera was the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen.

'I-' he mouthed, rather than spoke, and his free hand tapped his chest thoughtlessly. 'Love them.' He over-exaggerated the words, making them deliberately clear. There was a quiet suggestion of sound from Mero, but it seemed to be involuntary.

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Mero Dicondylia had already realised that this rider was not in any way the same as those back home, but it was comforting to have it proven. He couldn't know the tone of her voice, but he didn't need to; the look on her face was proof enough that she cared. Mighty, yes, but she loved her dragon.

Curious as to how they were bonded, but unwilling to ask something so sensitive, Mero nodded in response to her question. He had felt Ptera call. "Ptera," he said awkwardly, the word thick and slightly malformed. His expression made up for it; utter (blind) adoration, somewhat like a chick to its mother.

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Mero Dicondylia didn't notice the little toy running up his arm, too distracted by the woman. He was watching her carefully, though still without eye-contact. This woman understood, and Mero wasn't quite old enough to tell the difference between what he felt for Ptera and what shone through his new friend's expression. His emotions were still childishly simple, passionate, even though he should have grown out of it.

He nodded yet again; yes, Ptera was a female dragon, and then pointed towards the roof with his free hand. His other shoulder was still painful and he didn't want to move it yet.

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Mero Dicondylia pulled a very odd face when he felt the little toy moving through his hair (dark red and gently curled despite his dark skin) but didn't attempt to remove it. He actually found it faintly amusing, if a little unnerving, to have something alive (to an extent) moving around up there.

"Big?" Still little to no sound, and a gesture with his hand to help the the question across. Making buildings break... a massive, massive dragon? Ptera wasn't anywhere near so large, but to Mero... huge, large enough to swallow him up. He frowned thoughtfully. The buildings here were rather flimsy...

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Mero Dicondylia skittered back with fear written in every line of his body at the unexpected movement, eyes suddenly wide and wary, looking straight at her for the first time since their conversation began. A strange side of orange-brown with overly-large pupils, Mero's eyes were strange (though not to him).

He stood as if his arm was still paining him, though clearly not to the extent that it had earlier. He was also completely unarmed.

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Mero Dicondylia couldn't decide if it was safe to sit back down again despite wanting to rather badly; he was still far from back to full health (a fact that was now making itself apparent), his legs were shaking at the knee in a most disconcerting fashion and he was already worn out. He sighed. The woman didn't seem dangerous...

High above, Ptera looked upwards and called a long, high call into the darkness above, her wings beating harder as she swung about before sweeping into a dive. She had no intention of landing, but she wanted to be close to Mero; there was something unseen, and she was wary.

Quietly, Mero shuffled back to his chair and sat back down, letting his shoulders slump. He flicked his gaze towards the helm, then back to the woman, unsure.