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[The connection comes to life to show, mostly, red, until it's angled correctly toward the broadcaster's face. It's a young man, mid-twenties, who looks like he's literally been to hell and back; he's grimy and streaked with blood, the red and white uniform he's wearing torn and soaked with the substance as well.

Still, his gaze is focused, and though his voice isn't entirely steady he seems to be making an effort to look and sound as put-together and confident as possible.]

It appears that I'm lost.

[Which is something that shouldn't be possible for an angel, but he doesn't feel the need to mention that. He appears to have found an isolated hallway to hide in for the moment, and he doesn't seem particularly affected by the acrid air; or, at least, it's not bothering him more than his other problems.]

I'm not sure if this device is connected to anyone else's, but if anyone can hear me, I have some questions that I would appreciate answers to should anyone be able to provide them.

[Like where he is, how he got here, and what is wrong with this place.]

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[It's been difficult, for Toothless, dealing with all of this acrid nonsense. He's never seen anything like it, and he doesn't understand what any of it is. But he does know that it makes him feel sick and, when he rounds a corner of the mansion, he figures that it's also the cause for this... person's injuries.

Innocence on account of naivete.

He knows there's a place with beds for the injured. Maybe this Viking needs help getting there. Toothless flattens himself out a little, to look less intimidating. Not that those big, green eyes, wide with concern, look exactly bloodthirsty.

Toothless rumbles curiously at Samandriel, head cocked to the side.]

[There are lots of strange creatures in Samandriel's world; even dragons. But there's nothing quite like the type of dragon Toothless is, and Samandriel is more than a little stressed out, so the sight of the creature prompts him to start in surprise and press himself farther back into the corner he's found.

That only last a few seconds, though, as he regains his composure and his curiosity spikes, especially since Toothless certainly doesn't look threatening.]

Hello.

[It's kind of weak and pathetic and he should be a lot more confident and impressive than that, but he's had a bad day. Week. Month or so.]

[He sniffs the air again. No, this is definitely someone he hasn't encountered before. Of course he can barely smell him, against the backdrop of toxicity. Making a slight face, he moves forward gingerly and nods a hello at Samandriel.]

Can you understand me?

[He ventures the question after the very aware-seeming nod, warily watching the dragon approach but not shying away from him.]

[Nod, nod. Toothless stops a few feet away and then slouches to one side, with another rumble; an offered shoulder to lean on, to get somewhere more comfortable. This wasn't a good place for an injured Viking.]

[He hesitates, just a moment, but seems to understand and finally reaches out to help support himself against the dragon. His vessel will heal--his self-healing will kick in once he rests a bit--but he's still shaky and the help is welcome.]

Thank you.

[He isn't sure where they might be headed, but considering he's in an entirely new world it doesn't really matter.]

[By this time, Toothless has gotten pretty good at avoiding the worse-affected areas. He leads Samandriel upstairs, so he can find a room. Hopefully the room will give him something more comfortable to sit on than the floor.

The Night Fury is surprisingly empathetic, stopping if it looks like the angel needs to rest a moment.]

[Samandriel doesn't mind the floor anyway, but thankfully the room has the very basics in it at least. Angels don't have to sleep, but resting is necessary after injuries, so he definitely needs to take some time to recharge.

He pats the dragon's neck tentatively and gently, kind of like Toothless is a horse, as he takes a seat on the bed.]

Do you have a name?

[He nods, looking pleased at the pat. Typically, with the Vikings, it was a game of charades to figure it out. Vikings placed such an importance on names. Hopefully, Samandriel will be able to learn it from one of the other Vikings. And anyway, to some extent, they can call him what they wish. Kazuki calls him Blackie, after all.]

[One of Samandriel's powers, though it's not available to him at the moment in his weakened state, is to 'read' some basic information from individual's minds. He usually doesn't, as it's an invasion of privacy, but he considers asking for permission in a few days to make it easier to communicate with the dragon. If it can understand him, surely its thoughts are coherent enough to read.

But for now, he just offers Toothless a weak smile.]

Perhaps I can learn it soon enough. Thank you, for your help.

[Castiel had already had luck with him, on that front.

Toothless gives another firm nod and then gives the angel a weak nudge, as if to say get better. He then saunters, very cat-like, out of the room, to allow Samandriel to rest. Hopefully the viking would be less bloody soon.]

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