Random Stories and Such of My OCs in The Researcher's Journal Series

Nine dragons and two humans appear in a training arena. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: These OCs may or may not be a protagonist in the next fics of The Researcher's Journal Series. They are just being fleshed out, and my mind decided making a fic with all of them was a good idea, so here ya go.

*Nine dragons along with two humans pop into existence*

"You know, I'm never gonna get used to that," a crimson-scaled SkyWing, Apalis, said while pointing blankly to the vacant space in front of him. His studded enchanted platinum wristband glinted in the light.

"Hmm? What do you mean? It's just another training session, no big deal." A scared desert tan-colored SandWing, Sandgrouse, answered from behind him.

"I'm going to agree with Apalis here," a young black-scaled NightWing, Starcaster, joined the conversation. Shaking his head, he stared at his open talons that had their usual faint silver sheen, "This is very disorienting."

"Ohh, suck it up NightWing. An IceWing dragonet wouldn't complain; they wouldn't even be hindered by this," the refined voice of a pale blue-colored IceWing, Katabatic, piped up. This made the three dragons, as well as everyone else, look at him with a deadpan expression, which made Katabatic raise his eyebrow as the edges of his mouth curled up.

"Did you guys really believe what I said was unironic?" Katabatic said as he shot them all a look of confusion.

A fair-skinned human, Merile, stepped in front of him and spoke up. "I mean, yeah? I might not have the best grasp of the dragon language here, but I'm going out on a limb in saying, there was exactly zero." The human paused as he made the same number with his hand for effect, "Zero, trace of any sarcasm in your voice. None. Nada. Nothing at all."

Katabatic had a slightly shocked expression, "Huh, does using my refined accent really remove all my intonation rage?" He said, before his shock disappeared back to his usual neutral expression, "Ahh well, I guess I need to work on my banter with this accent."

The rest agreed with a cacophony of affirming grunts, yeses, and ayes.

"Well, I'm surprised. I was half expecting Katabatic to rip into you right now." A slender dark-lavender-colored RainWing, Calamus, materialized beside the IceWing while holding a half-eaten papaya.

Calamus shook his head, making the modified venomous throwing knives attached to the straps along his body rattle. "I even brought snacks!" he shouted with mock anger, "Curse you, IceWing!" He gritted his teeth, showing off his venom-spitting fangs as he shouted while shaking his balled-up talon at Katabatic.

The RainWing held that pose for a few seconds before a few dragons and humans burst out in laughter. Calamus just shook his head with a humored smile while Katabatic gave him a raised eyebrow 'really' look.

The laughter stopped when a dragon boomed from in front of them, "Alright, alright. I said alright!" He shouted at a spindly ocean-blue SeaWing, Frontosa, who was still laughing before immediately stopping and giving a small apology to the dragon who spoke.

The dragon who spoke was the only hybrid of the bunch, an athletic deep saffron-colored Sand and SkyWing hybrid, Hornbill. The hybrid held a look of overly theatrical shock at the SeaWing he called out, "Woah, is this for real? The ever-happy Frontosa called out for laughing? Impossible!" Hornbill spoke with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

Frontosa gave him a shrug, "Hey, buddy. Someone's gotta keep it fun here." Hornbill just shook his head as he agreed, "Yeah, yeah. But that's not what we're here for anyway."

Then with a flap of his massive wings, he hovered above them as he shouted, "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." He shot a look at Frontosa, who in turn stuck his tongue at him and flashed a few words in aquatic.