When a Dragon Loses His Treasure (Open Invite Thread)

Fion noticed the group chat seemed a little off the last few days mostly Jack who he usually talked to an joked around with seemed to be acting way different then usual. Fion was sure something must have been up to make him not act like his usual goofy self in the chat so he decided he'd try and find him around the school and try and find out whats up. He wasn't really sure where to start and figured another set of shiny rocks likely wouldn't work to get his attention this time.

Fion began to wander abit looking around trying to figure out where exactly his small dragon friend could be it wasn't too long till he found himself in ground alpha which actually would be the most likely spot to find someone. Since Fion's logic is when someone get's upset they would go training to try and distract themselves from whatever pain their feeling.

It didn't take too long until Fion could see the little dragon he looked really sad he could also see someone else with Jack it looked like Desmoshi perhaps he was also there to try and cheer jack up? Fion couldn't really tell so he walked up to the two and began to say something that hopefully he'd get a response to. "Hey Desmoshi you also notice jack hasn't been himself lately? I came to try and help him out if he's willing to say what happened that is."

Fion was hopefully not prying into something that wasn't his business but even if it wasn't he'd whanna at least try to help in any way he can.

Jack sat alone in silence for a while at this point. His mind was all over the place, really. Partially trying to get his thoughts straight, partially trying desperately to think of the next step forward from here...and most of it blaming himself for what had happened. He hugged the bag in his arms just a little bit tighter, his heart aching a little for a moment, a few tears rolling down his eyes as he closed them tight. He took a shaky breath, shaking off the sadness and returning to an emotionless state. It was better than crying his eyes out at least...at least, he thought so.

He didn't really react much when he detected Desmoshi coming towards him initially. His pointy, scaly ear just kind of twitched lightly, but not much more. He didn't really question why he was here; he might only be doing so out of courtesy of his Class President title. Or maybe he did give a damn. He didn't really know...nor did he really care. He looked up at him with blank eyes, showing absolutely no sign of what he was feeling in that moment. He simply shrugged in response to him asking if everything was ok. "...When is anything ok?" he muttered, burying his face back into Meara's bag. 

Before anything more could be said, another twitch from Jack's ears would indicate that he could tell that Fion was coming next. Probably just worried that the dragon boy wasn't hunting his shiny rocks like usual. He felt that by itself was just pointless...much like anything else right now. Even what he was doing was pointless. All of it was. All of it... 

He stirred lightly when Fion tried to ask what happened. Jack gave him the same reaction that he did to Desmoshi: a simple look of blank eyes, shrugging, and returning to hugging the bag. However, his tail did seem to start moving just a little - like their presence did stir some kind of emotion in the dragon boy. He...just didn't really feel it, however. At least not yet.

Lastly was admittedly an unfamiliar scent and voice. It was actually enough to make Jack perk up lightly, even if only for a moment. His horns shifted into a lightly brighter shade of violet, a sense of curiosity filling the dragon boy. A dark-skinned boy approached the trio, introducing himself as Amare, surprisingly enough. Someone Jack didn't really know much even came down to check up on him...? 

Jack looked up and around at the trio of boys. For a second, a brief light returned to his eyes - and in them, a deep look of grief and sadness. He wanted to say something...anything about what had happened. He wanted to cry out into the sky and vent his sadness and anger. And, for a split second, it looked like that's what Jack was about to do. "...I..." he started, brief tears forming in his eyes as he contemplated saying what was on his mind.

However, just as quickly as it appeared, it was replaced by something else. It felt as though a cold hand gripped his heart once more. Instead of the almost dead look in his eyes from before, though, they suddenly morphed. They were suddenly a bright, golden hue, his eyes going much sharper...more predatory. A look of anger, almost. 

He snorted out steam from his nose, before suddenly jumping backwards and using his wings to gain some distance. And, within mere seconds, Jack's smaller form was replaced by the hulking, scaly form of his draconic self. He held the bag within his mouth, glaring at the trio of boys, before turning around in a circle like a dog, and plopping down with his back turned to them. He dropped Meara's bag in between his front paws, resting his face in front of it, and sighing deeping. 

"Leave me be. I'm fine." he grumbled. However, at the very least their appearance did spark some amount of emotion within the dragon, and it showed as his purrs sounded almost sad. He sighed again, his heart feeling cold and empty...he just wanted his Meara back...was that too much to ask for...?

Fion was surprised by Amare showing up but was glad another person came hopefully a group of three would be enough to get to Jack cause he was clearly not in a good way at the moment. He wasn't surprised by the fairly negative response from Jack but it felt like they were getting through to him abit as Fion could clearly notice tears forming. It unfortunately went south fast as he went into his dragon form and his big form at that one Fion hadn't actually seen yet. 


He wasn't sure what could happen but he could hear what sounded like sad dragon noises so maybe they could get him to talk or maybe they'd be able to do something to cheer him up even slightly. It wasn't long until Desmoshi raised his voice and told Jack they had no intention of abandoning him which was correct Fion couldn't just leave a friend alone when they were upset. Fion walked towards jack and began to talk in a more serious tone then he usually would. "Des is right we aren't going anywhere so better get ready to talk to us."

Fion was hoping Jack would try to at least give them some idea of whats got him so down hell Fion was willing to fight the guy if it'd help cheer him up abit. Regardless of what happened though he wouldn't move from his spot till they got down to what was going on with him. 

A low growl started to emit from the large dragon as the trio of students began to promptly refuse to leave his side. First, Desmoshi actually got angry for a moment. It was actually enough to make Jack's horns change color for a split second - though to a very obvious crimson red. His snarls actually got a little bit louder, the anger, while not misguided, was not exactly what Jack needed at the moment. He knew deep down the guy meant well - it just didn't bode well with the internally grieving dragon. "I'm not exactly certain that you're a psychologist, Haymaker," he replied, his voice deeper and doubled in his draconic form. He wasn't exactly upset yet - but he was well on his way to being if they kept trying to draw out his emotions.

Fion was also quick to join Desmoshi's side, being rather stern with the idea that Jack was going to have to cave and talk to them sooner or later. Jack growled lightly, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "I don't HAVE to say anything," he snarled, taking his eyes off of the bag in his possession for a split second. His calm demeanor was starting to crack, and it most certainly showed - with the red crackle of plasma coursing all around the dragon, especially around his chest and his horns. It wasn't building up much, at least not yet...

That is, until Amare decided to speak up.

The newer First Year mentioned how that he could fight them all he wants - there were three of them, and one of him. He quickly shot up, even his claws, which were made of the same material as his horns and chest gem, began to glow bright red at this point. It even looked like his spine was starting to glow, illuminating the fur lining his back. His snarl was very deep, and full of prideful anger. "Is that a fucking challenge?" he growled, sounds of thunder booming seemingly coming from within him. As far as he knew, the only one between the three of them that even stood a remote chance against him as Desmoshi. And even he wasn't certain how much the class president could keep up with how much experience Jack had himself. 

However, that tough demeanor immediately shattered the moment Amare pointed out the bag. The plasma around Jack quickly turned a new color that he wasn't even aware that it could go - a royal purple, and even his eyes turned red with the amount of raw emotion that he was feeling. He bared his fangs at the three of them, looking almost like he was going to actually attack. Honestly, for a moment...he was going to. The amount of raw anger and anguish that he was feeling was enough to make him want to explode. And, unfortunately, the three students were in his blast radius.

However, at the last second, the smallest amount of sense the dragon had managed to reel him in. His horns returned to their normal color, and his eyes returned to their normal, purple hue. "...No, that's not it. That's not it at all..." he said finally, his voice actually sounding like it's normal self, and filled with grief. He realized what he was doing was wrong. He couldn't take his anger out...he couldn't let the beast roam free. He didn't want to hurt anyone...he just...wanted his love back. 

He sighed, exhaling a heavy amount of steam that would engulf the three students. With a brief shake of his head, he picked up the bag again with his mouth and backed away a short distance before turning his back to them and laying back down. He heaved another heavy sigh, not looking at them. "...I failed. Simple as fucking that," he replied finally, not divulging what he meant exactly. "I'm the weakest student here. I failed at what I was supposed to do. And now I'm paying the price."

Fion could feel the hostility from Jack and it had him pretty concerned starting a fight with him could end pretty badly especially with how his emotions were at the moment. Fion could noticed the red and knew it likely meant anger so he made sure to be in a position where he could react if he needed to. He wasn't a fan of being told he didn't need to explain what was going sure he didn't but at the same time he cant exactly get any help unless he does say whats wrong. "We can't help if you don't tell us whats wrong though."

Amare seemed to rile up Jack more with a challenge to a fight which in this situation might cause more harm then good even if it's a good way to let off steam. It seemed like he was about to attack them but he seemed to before doing anything change back to being depressed and started to talk abit to them. It sounded like he felt like he failed at something maybe trying to protect someone? Soon after Des gave a big old friendship speech and also saying some stuff about himself which Fion would note for later might be useful information at some point. Fion figured he might aswell say abit on the matter too maybe it'd help abit? Fion gave a cheerful tone this time maybe it'd be helpful. 

"I don't know much about failure but what I do know is if you fall down you get back up and keep trying. You are a big goofball but not weak you are very strong." Fion had a feeling he knew what was wrong based on some stuff he saw happening in the chat room and felt he should offer to help with whatever might be the problem. "If you need it I can help with whatever it is that's got you so down I'm sure all three of us are willing to help you aswell."

Jack's anger only grew as he saw that Desmoshi tried to intimidate him down. He bared his fangs at the boy, his snarl increasing as he told him not to do it. Luckily for him, the dragon was able to reel himself in at the last second, before he let his anger spread out of control. He sighed in annoyance, and promptly went back to turning his back to the group and lamenting his failures. He clearly just wanted to be left alone for a little while, but he supposed a tiny part of him wanted himself to be fixed. That was probably the only real reason he was reacting at all to the group - sometimes his heart did know what was best. He just wasn't ready to admit it yet.

As he explained vaguely about his problems, Desmoshi decided to call him an idiot. His eyes quickly turned back to being golden, and he glared back at the boy for a moment. However, he decided to let him explain himself, lest he smack him with his tail. Desmoshi then went on to explain a situation that apparently had happened both during his childhood and during the prison breakouts a while back. About how apparently his dad tried to tell him to get back up for feeling weak against his sister, or whatever. About how he faced an old bully-turned-criminal during the raids. 

However, instead of Desmoshi's words resonating with the dragon boy, Jack's face quickly grew angrier and angrier the more he spoke. If looks could kill, the golden glare of the dragon probably would have killed Desmoshi a thousand times over by this point, and he's only been talking for a few minutes. He started to realize that this must have been how Eli had felt a long while back when he explained HIS past, and got socked as a result. Admittedly, the main reason he doesn't really like talking about it anymore. 

And yet, here they were, having to talk about it more.

Jack waiting for him to finish with his nonsense, his eye twitching a little bit in anger. [smear:#4db8ff]"...Is that supposed to be some kind of clarity speech, or something? Because I don't feel very clear..."[/smear:#f00000:0] he snarled, his voice going back to the vicious undertone it had before. He got up again for a moment, taking a step towards Desmoshi, until he was directly in his face. "Desmoshi, take a good look at me, and I want you to take a WILD guess about how different our lives were, despite coming from wealth," he snarled, using his tail to gesture to his whole body, including the giant scar and the gem that was on his chest.

"You claim you had advice from your father. How you had sparring partners and friends and school and all that happy dappy BULLSHIT. YOU HAVE A FAMILY. I HARDLY EVER FUCKING DID, YOU IDIOT," he bellowed, somehow getting even more in his face, blowing steam from his nose and enveloping the boy in it for a moment. "People HATED me from the moment my Quirk developed! To them, to most of the people I had ever met in my life up until I came here, have only ever seen me as a Devil! Do you really think that some bullshit story from YOUR life will somehow relate to mine? You say that you met a fucking bully during the raids. I fought a fucking giant ass ape and saw people DEAD because of it! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SHIT."

He was about to say more, when Fion tried to speak up a little bit. He stated that they couldn't help if they didn't know what was wrong. That they COULD help him if he just opened up. Jack's glare quickly turned onto him, though he wasn't as in his face as he was Desmoshi. "Do you not get it? NO ONE can help me here. The only ones who could possibly help me here are the fucking Pros, but even then there's probably only so much that they can do against the villain that caused this-"

Suddenly, he found himself a bit unable to speak. He tried to breathe, but it very difficult to do so. He held a paw to his chest, the gem and horns on him suddenly turning a lemon yellow. He felt a rush of panic and anxiety overtake him. All the bad memories that he was trying to suppress suddenly came flooding back - not only the traumatic scenes of his past, but all the events between him and Meara that had happened up until this point. How helpless he felt, the pain that he felt for seeing her in pain, for her being kidnapped. 

He quickly turned away again from the group, swiping his tail to get them away from his, though he didn't do it hard. Despite his anger and panic attack, he still refused to hurt them. Tears felt from the dragon's eyes, dropping to the ground and quickly starting to make puddles. He collapsed onto one arm, holding his chest with the other, Meara's bag dropping to his side. "M-Meara..." he cried, trying and failing to pull himself together as he continued to struggle to breathe.