Room 504, Sunday Night

[intraspective]

Ino was sprawled out in her jammies, hair damp against her skull, and idly rereading her notes on the latest things her father wanted her to practice on.

Nibbling on candy (she'd totally got it on sale and ha, it was just as good bought as it would've been had she gone around to get it), Ino was in a good mood.

From the candy, from the studying, from what she'd gotten up to today?

Totally all of the above.

[Open door, open post!]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno's eyebrows furrowed a little, and now he was pouting, yes.

"Shit, I dunno. Maybe I can guess, instead? There's gotta be at least twenty, an' that's without countin' the summons. Or maybe with the summons, too. Uh... At least five different kinds of Bahamut, and I think Leviathan counts... Um..."

This could be a while.

"That's six so far, right?"

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Ino was just going to blink incredulously at that.

"Um."

...

"How do you get six from twenty and five and one?" A beat. "Well... six is part of the number, at least."

[raspberryturk]

Reno. Counting. Now he was making faces while he tried to add everything up on his fingers.

"Without the twenty, I mean. Dammit, now I'm confused. That's five Bahamuts and Leviathan. Six."

Clearly, he had to take this bit by bit, or else they would never know.

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Ino was just going to... pull her pen out and write this down just so he couldn't confuse her.

"Okay," she said, scribbling that out. "Five kinds of Bahamut, right? And one Leviathan. Got that. What next?"

[raspberryturk]

Right. Okay, next!

"Next, I guess there's all the stuff that we actually call dragons. Just your generic dragons up on Mount Nibel, and then blue, red, and dark ones, in other places. The dark ones are real sons of bitches, yo. They cast Ultima."

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"So that's... four more types, right?" Scribble, Ino, scribble! "And... Ultima--that's a materia-spell-thing, yeah? One of the most powerful?"

It was called Ultima. It had to be powerful.

[raspberryturk]

"Let's just say you don't wanna be on the recieving end of an Ultima attack," Reno replied, his tone a little dry. "You can get your hands on the materia, but last I checked, the market price was over fifty-thousand Gil, yo."

Steep cost. Totally worth it if you had something that was freaking huge to kill.

"Pressin' on in our little list of dragons, now? There's the dragon zombies, up in the Northern Crater. And the dragon riders seem to have their own breed that they fly around on. Bagnadranas are these kinda six-legged lizard things, so I guess they count. And adamantaimai are giant turtle-things with horns, but they drop dragon scales, so they gotta count, too..."

[intraspective]

Fifty-thousand was... ack. Something to aim for if you had totally no life and were content to spend it kicking monster butt? Which the mun has totally done, so.

"Dragon zombies?" Ino paused. "Wouldn't those just be dead ones of other breeds? Reanimated?"

[raspberryturk]

"Maybe," Reno mused, but if that's the case, then they get bigger, meaner, and uglier, an' they learn a whole shitload of new spells. Might be that they live in the Northern Cave, too, an' the mako there made 'em change. Either way, they ain't like any other dragon I ever saw. Monsters kinda work funny, like that."

They defied logic and reason. If they made sense, then they wouldn't be monsters, would they?

"From there, I guess we got deenglows, flapbeats, wind wings, lessaloploth, and rapps." He was ticking them off on his fingers as he went, with the phone sitting on his chest as he leaned back even farther. His seat was going to topple backward, at this rate. But at least there was speakerphone? "Ironites are kinda dragon-like, and so are them big critters than the Hell Rider VR2s ride on. Oh, an' I totally managed to forget about the Ancient dragons and Ark dragons. Too many friggin' dragons. I don't think I'm half done, yet."