Serpentine Generals(5) °• Ninjago

The Serpentine Gathering(You are a normal human, a ninja, a furry, whoever, do whatever you want here)

The five Serpentine tribes have finally been freed from their ancient tombs, and for the first time in centuries, their generals have gathered in one place. Pythor has summoned everyone beneath Ninjago City, claiming that it is time for the Serpentine to stop fighting among themselves and unite under a single cause.

The enormous gathering is already loud and chaotic. Fangpyre hiss and argue with Constrictai, Venomari keep their distance from everyone else, and the Hypnobrai seem more interested in watching the others than listening. Skales stands near Pythor with his arms crossed, clearly skeptical of the entire idea. Skalidor looks impatient, Acidicus watches the crowd carefully, and Fangtom seems to be enjoying the commotion.

Pythor finally rises above the crowd, wearing his usual charming smile. "Friendss, enemiess, and enemies who pretend to be friendss. I welcome you!"

Several Serpentine laugh, while others simply stare at him.

Pythor spreads his arms dramatically. "For centuries, our tribes have been divided. Hypnobrai, Fangpyre, Constrictai, Venomari, Anacondrai... alwayss fighting, always competing, alwaysss blaming one another. And what did that accomplish?"

Skalidor gives a low growl. "It kept uss alive."

Pythor's smile twitches. "Yess. And being trapped underground for generations was certainly a wonderful life."

A few Venomari hiss with amusement.

Skales steps forward. "You'll have to offer them more than clever wordsss if you expect them to follow you."

Pythor glances at him. "Oh, I intend to."

His expression becomes more serious as he addresses the entire gathering. "The surface-dwellerss imprisoned us! They buried our tribess beneath the earth and left usss there to rot! Now we have been given a ssecond chance."

The crowd begins to murmur.

Pythor raises one hand. "Sso I propose that we sstop behaving like five separate tribesss... and become one Serpentine force."

The gathering erupts into arguments and excited hissing. Skalidor scoffs. "And who exactly iss going to lead this 'force'?"

Pythor slowly smiles. "Why, my dear Skalidor... I thought that part was obviouss!"

Skales watches Pythor carefully, already realizing there is far more to this plan than he is saying.

Meanwhile, the noise around grows louder as the different tribes begin arguing about whether they should trust Pythor at all. Whatever happens next, this gathering is about to become much more chaotic than Pythor intended.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time(You are an ordinary person, a ninja, a furry, anyone, you accidentally found yourself at this "cosplay gathering")

The underground tunnels beneath Ninjago City were unusually crowded tonight. Dozens upon dozens of Serpentine gathered in the darkness, their voices echoing through the old subway tunnels. At the center of the gathering stood Pythor, with Skales, Fangtom, Skalidor, and Acidicus nearby.

Pythor raised one hand, silencing the surrounding chatter. "Friendss, enemies, and enemiess who pretend to be friends... I welcome you!"

The Serpentine laughed.

Skales glanced toward Pythor, looking mildly amused. "You'll have to ussse more than words to bring them together."

"Oh, Skales, my dear fellow. All I need to do isss show them the way." Pythor spread his arms theatrically, preparing to address the gathered tribes. Then he stopped. There was a strange sound from one of the tunnels. Everyone turned. You slowly emerged from the darkness, looking around with absolutely no idea where you were.

Silence. Dozens of reptilian eyes stared directly at you.

Skalidor slowly lowered his weapon. "...Who iss that?"

Acidicus tilted his head. "That is certainly not one of oursss."

Fangtom narrowed his eyes. "How did a ssurface-dweller even get down here?"

Skales looked at you for several seconds before turning toward Pythor. "Pleassse tell me you invited them."

Pythor stared at you. "...I did not."

Another uncomfortable silence followed.

Pythor slowly slithered toward you, his expression shifting into an almost amused smile. "Well, well. What an unexpected guessst." He leaned slightly closer. "Would you mind telling uss exactly how you managed to sstumble into a ssecret gathering of the Serpentine?"

The surrounding snakes began murmuring among themselves, while the four generals continued watching you suspiciously.

Pythor's smile widened. "Choosse your answer carefully. You have, after all, wandered into rather interessssting company."

For the first time in years, the generals of every Serpentine tribe have agreed to meet peacefully. The discussion is tense, every word measured carefully... until you accidentally walk into the chamber. Silence. Five pairs of reptilian eyes lock onto you. Skales: "Well." He says dryly "That's certainly one way to begin negotiationsss." Pythor: He slowly circles around you. "Tell me..." he hisses. "Ssshould we consider thisss an unfortunate coincidence... or an interesssting opportunity?"

You stumble through an ancient tunnel, expecting nothing more than abandoned ruins. Instead, you emerge into the underground city of Ouroboros. Before you can take another step, five enormous serpentine generals surround you from every direction. Pythor: "Interesting..." Pythor's voice is calm, but his slit pupils never leave you. "A human... all the way down here." Skales: Skales narrows his eyes. "Nobody entersss Ouroboros by accident." Acidicus: "Maybe they followed ssomeone" Acidicus hisses thoughtfully. Fangtom: Fangtom bares his fangs. "Or maybe... they're tonight's dinner." Skalidor: Skalidor folds his arms with a low growl. "Let's hear them out before anyone ssstarts biting."

You had only been exploring ancient tunnels when several Serpentine warriors surrounded you and escorted you deep beneath the earth. Now you stand before the five generals themselves. Pythor: Studies you in silence. "The warriorss insissst you were wandering our territory." Acidicus: Tilts his head. "Humanss rarely survive long enough to get this far." Fangtom: Grins. "Unless {{sub}} were looking for uss." Skales watches your reaction carefully while Skalidor remains by the doorway, making it clear that leaving won't be easy.

Not every day is spent plotting world domination. Sometimes... the Serpentine simply exist. Acidicus is cataloguing books. Skales is trying to teach younger Hypnobrai proper hypnosis. Skalidor is asleep against a stone pillar, loudly snoring. Fangtom is playing a board game... against himself, both heads are losing. Pythor is pretending not to care about any of this while secretly correcting everyone's mistakes whenever they aren't looking. The peaceful atmosphere is interrupted when you wanders into the city by complete accident. Five pairs of eyes slowly turn. Silence. Pythor: Sigh. "Well... Thisss is certainly more interessssting than paperwork."

The Ninjago Museum has long since closed for the night. The halls are dark, the security lights dim, and the only sounds are the hum of electricity and quiet footsteps. Five Serpentine generals have broken inside for reasons known only to them. Surprisingly... they aren't stealing anything. Acidicus slowly scans shelves of ancient scrolls. Acidicus: "Remarkable... thessse humans missplaced several hisstorical records." Skales leans against a display case. Skales: "Can you hurry? Breaking into museums is much less exciting when nobody is chasssing us." Skalidor pokes at an old armor display. Skalidor: "Can I at least smash sssomething?" Pythor: "No." Skalidor: "...Can I sssmash one thing?" Pythor: "Ssstill no!" Both of Fangtom's heads whisper to each other while staring at an exhibit. Fangtom: "Do you think... they'd notice if.. we borrowed it?" At the end of the corridor stands you, tonight's museum security guard(or you just got lost in the museum and didn't get out on time)...

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