Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-30700719-20170803210256

I merely turn over and resume my drug-induced coma.

Meanwhile, a small sortie of about five Dragon-family monster girls fly over the prison, high above the clouds. Attached to the lead Dragon's belly is a large camera, pointed straight down. The other four have specially made Demon Realm Silver blades attached to their talons, like gauntlets. "He's been spotted around here, girls, so keep an eye out! This device won't find him if he's above us." A Wyvern attempts to raise her hand, causing her to do several barrel rolls. "Yes?" She straightens out back to level flight. "If he's near us, won't we hear him? His Rauser is awful loud!" The lead Dragon considers this, then sighs. "Yes, Ashley. If he's in a Rauser, then we'll hear it. However, he might be in some other contraption that flies ilently, so stay sharp!" The Wyvern looks back down at the ground. "Okay..." The camera beeps, and the Dragon looks straight down at the prison. "That's a prison down there...either this device is malfunctioning..." She mutters something under her breath about Gremlin engineering, "...or he's in that prison." She adjusts the harness, and the camera goes plummeting down, straight towards my cell out of sheer luck. "Those pint-sized midgets can track it back to here. That is, if they manage to get him first! Generations of fliers are vastly superior to some machine made in an hour!" They fly away, just as the device slams into the ground next to my window.