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It was a small room, barely seven meters square. Three chairs were set in the middle, slightly oversized compared to the average person, but they were needed. A rather bland painting sat up on the wall, more there to fill the space than to draw the eye. A window took most of the left hand space of the wall, a massive, neon bright cyclopean city outside.
Shortly, there was a small scuffle, feet scraping or dragging across the ground. The distinct sound of claws on carpet, multiple pairs. Suddenly, a form stepped into the way of the camera. It turned, a fanged visage and golden eyes flashing before it sat down in the chair, taking a moment to arrange an obscenely long tail in the seat before sitting. It growled something to itself as it did, then looked up with a snort as another creature moved to sit next to it.
The second creature was almost as intimidating as the first. A horizontally tapered muzzle, split in two by shark like teeth, sat below long, pointed ears with tufted tips. Black fur covered it, dark green stripes along the underside of its jaw, along its arms and sides, and ringing the long, irregularly fluffed tail.
Both turned to look as a final thing moved to take the final chair. It was much smaller than the other two, almost half their size, and had to make a small hop to get into the chair, something its strong, digitigrade legs had little issue doing. It turned and sat, a long, thick tail, much shorter than the other two, rested on the chair behind it, and it’s three clawed toes wiggled a few inches from the floor. If it bothered the creature, none of it showed on its muzzle.
    The other two looked ready to snicker at the smaller creature, but managed to contain themselves.
    “Ready to begin?” the first one asked, looking past the recording device. It nodded at the reply, then glared directly into the film.
    “Hello everyone. My name is Torkos Arcflame. For those who don’t know me, I am a Head Councillor of the Dragon Shadow Council, and their Head Doctor.” It’s purple muzzle enunciated the words oddly, a low growled laced behind each syllable. Black-membraned wings flared slightly behind the dragon in a brief show of emotion. “I’m here today with two... friends, both of whom most of you probably don’t know.”
    The dragon turned to the creature on his left, the smaller one. “This is Zeta Raptor. If you know of him, then it’s most likely due to our Creator... Zeta was his first fursuit, and at the moment, remains his only one.”
    The little, neon scaled raptor smiled, the shape of his muzzle extending the smile until small, pointed teeth showed.
    “Hello!” Zeta waved a three-fingered claw. His voice was mildly high, a slight sharpness to it. “I’m a Security Operative of the Hub...”
    “And for those who don’t know what that means...” Torkos prompted.
    “Oh!” The little raptor looked up at the dragon with genuine surprise. “I catch interdimensional bad guys with my friends... the other security operatives.” The raptor maintained eye contact with the dragon as he explained, both the dragon, and the fellow sitting next to him, looking at the raptor with mild amusement before moving on.
    “And this is-”
    “I can introduce myself,” the final creature growled, holding up a five-fingered claw to stop the dragon, prompting a frown and mild snarl. “Doctor Salus Dunvir,” the sergal introduced. “Chief medical representative of the Hub, specializing in all forms of physical treatment to all creatures within the interdimensional Hub.” This final statement was pointed more towards the dragon than the camera.
    “Only physical treatment, though,” Torkos huffed under his breath, though it was wasted considering the sergal’s pointed ears twitched at the imposed insult and he bared his teeth at the dragon at his side, who showed his own teeth in return along with a raised eye-ridge.
    “I think we should focus on why we’re here, doing this thing...” Zeta said from the side.
    Both sergal and dragon broke eye-contact reluctantly, but maintained composure. “Yes.” Torkos cleared his throat. “We are here today, in the Hub, to formally introduce the three of us. Our Creator has been planning many things with the three of us, and wanted to let all of you meet his official sonas... fursonas...” The dragon shook his muzzle. “Whatever. Basically, we’re here to you all get to know us a little before throwing these two in particular into a story without any prompting.”
    “Sure,” the sergal rumbled, “Throw in the fact that you’ve been around for five years longer than the two of us why don’t you.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that!” Torkos snarled in reply.
    “Then how did you mean it?” Zeta asked from the other side, the question coming off as genuine despite the situation.
    “Eh...” The purple dragon growled to himself in rasping dragontongue neither could understand before saying, “Look. Many of those here don’t know you two. Simple as that. I’m simply trying to lay down some general of idea of you two before people start asking basic questions.”
    “You could just say that we don’t matter as much.” Salus was heated, his hackles raised, arms folded defensively over his chest. “It doesn’t help that you represent our Creator’s idealized self, while we’re merely offshoots.”
    “That’s not true,” Torkos waved a claw dismissively. “You two are just as important to him as me, and that can be shown in recent events.” A clawed hand pointed at the little raptor, who backed away slightly with a blank face, followed by a curious tilt of the head. “Our Creator goes to Zeta whenever he simply wants to enjoy himself. The little raptor represents his more childish, loving, and open side. As in fursuit, with friends, or whenever he gets a bit excited.” The claw came back to point at the Sergal muzzle, who’s slit eyes narrowed. “And you’re his defensive side. He goes to you whenever under stress, and considering the fact that he’s gone from a four-year university in Ohio to a community college back home with his parents in California, he’s been under a lot of stress, and you’re the one who’s helped him through it.”
    “Hmph...” The sergal looked away from the dragon, unable to argue the point. His head was tilted back though in slight pride.
    “My point made,” the dragon pressed. “And all of these events have largely been what’s pushed our Creator away from writing for you all.” The dragon looked back at the camera, now deadly intent. “He wants to make it up to you, and means to do so by practically any means necessary. For the moment, that entails two things-” A pointed claw was raised, one digit extended, “-First, that you all get a choice of the next big story he writes. He has one planned out for each one of us, all of which included the other two, but focus on whichever remains picked. So, you have a choice of a disgruntled sergal, a bouncy raptor, or a worn dragon.”
    “Two are short, one’s long!” Zeta burst out, causing the other two to look at him. “The stories I mean,” the raptor added.
    “Second,” another digit joined the first, “Before he does this, our Creator wants you all to ask him some things. You all may remember when he wrote a journal that replied to questions you all asked literally a full year before. Well, he wants to do it again...” The dragon glanced to the side. “But not a literal year later like before. This time, you get to ask us three anything you like. Future story plans, certain things about us three, the interdimensional Hub (which he has also yet to introduce), among other things. Anything you like!”
    “Within reason,” the sergal growled, leaning forward. “We’re not going to spoil the next big plot twist or put out some particularly dark secret of our Creator. Not even I’d go that far! So control yourselves!”
    “But have fun!” the raptor added. “Put as many as you want! Our Creator has to answer them all. He promised!”
    “Though, do keep in mind that the more questions you put, the longer the ‘Interview’ will take.” Torkos grinned. “Though, knowing you guys, another week is going to be nothing compared to the past two to three years of waiting you’ve all had to go through!”
    “We done?” Salus asked. “I have things to do.”
    “Yeah Salus,” Torkos sighed, “We’re done. I gotta get back to my dimension anyway.”
    “I get to stay here!” Zeta said. “Bye Guys!”

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It was a small room, barely seven meters square. Three chairs were set in the middle, slightly oversized compared to the average person, but they were needed. A rather bland painting sat up on the wall, more there to fill the space than to draw the eye. A window took most of the left hand space of the wall, a massive, neon bright cyclopean city outside.
Shortly, there was a small scuffle, feet scraping or dragging across the ground. The distinct sound of claws on carpet, multiple pairs. Suddenly, a form stepped into the way of the camera. It turned, a fanged visage and golden eyes flashing before it sat down in the chair, taking a moment to arrange an obscenely long tail in the seat before sitting. It growled something to itself as it did, then looked up with a snort as another creature moved to sit next to it.
The second creature was almost as intimidating as the first. A horizontally tapered muzzle, split in two by shark like teeth, sat below long, pointed ears with tufted tips. Black fur covered it, dark green stripes along the underside of its jaw, along its arms and sides, and ringing the long, irregularly fluffed tail.
Both turned to look as a final thing moved to take the final chair. It was much smaller than the other two, almost half their size, and had to make a small hop to get into the chair, something its strong, digitigrade legs had little issue doing. It turned and sat, a long, thick tail, much shorter than the other two, rested on the chair behind it, and it’s three clawed toes wiggled a few inches from the floor. If it bothered the creature, none of it showed on its muzzle.
    The other two looked ready to snicker at the smaller creature, but managed to contain themselves.
    “Ready to begin?” the first one asked, looking past the recording device. It nodded at the reply, then glared directly into the film.
    “Hello everyone. My name is Torkos Arcflame. For those who don’t know me, I am a Head Councillor of the Dragon Shadow Council, and their Head Doctor.” It’s purple muzzle enunciated the words oddly, a low growled laced behind each syllable. Black-membraned wings flared slightly behind the dragon in a brief show of emotion. “I’m here today with two... friends, both of whom most of you probably don’t know.”
    The dragon turned to the creature on his left, the smaller one. “This is Zeta Raptor. If you know of him, then it’s most likely due to our Creator... Zeta was his first fursuit, and at the moment, remains his only one.”
    The little, neon scaled raptor smiled, the shape of his muzzle extending the smile until small, pointed teeth showed.
    “Hello!” Zeta waved a three-fingered claw. His voice was mildly high, a slight sharpness to it. “I’m a Security Operative of the Hub...”
    “And for those who don’t know what that means...” Torkos prompted.
    “Oh!” The little raptor looked up at the dragon with genuine surprise. “I catch interdimensional bad guys with my friends... the other security operatives.” The raptor maintained eye contact with the dragon as he explained, both the dragon, and the fellow sitting next to him, looking at the raptor with mild amusement before moving on.
    “And this is-”
    “I can introduce myself,” the final creature growled, holding up a five-fingered claw to stop the dragon, prompting a frown and mild snarl. “Doctor Salus Dunvir,” the sergal introduced. “Chief medical representative of the Hub, specializing in all forms of physical treatment to all creatures within the interdimensional Hub.” This final statement was pointed more towards the dragon than the camera.
    “Only physical treatment, though,” Torkos huffed under his breath, though it was wasted considering the sergal’s pointed ears twitched at the imposed insult and he bared his teeth at the dragon at his side, who showed his own teeth in return along with a raised eye-ridge.
    “I think we should focus on why we’re here, doing this thing...” Zeta said from the side.
    Both sergal and dragon broke eye-contact reluctantly, but maintained composure. “Yes.” Torkos cleared his throat. “We are here today, in the Hub, to formally introduce the three of us. Our Creator has been planning many things with the three of us, and wanted to let all of you meet his official sonas... fursonas...” The dragon shook his muzzle. “Whatever. Basically, we’re here to you all get to know us a little before throwing these two in particular into a story without any prompting.”
    “Sure,” the sergal rumbled, “Throw in the fact that you’ve been around for five years longer than the two of us why don’t you.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that!” Torkos snarled in reply.
    “Then how did you mean it?” Zeta asked from the other side, the question coming off as genuine despite the situation.
    “Eh...” The purple dragon growled to himself in rasping dragontongue neither could understand before saying, “Look. Many of those here don’t know you two. Simple as that. I’m simply trying to lay down some general of idea of you two before people start asking basic questions.”
    “You could just say that we don’t matter as much.” Salus was heated, his hackles raised, arms folded defensively over his chest. “It doesn’t help that you represent our Creator’s idealized self, while we’re merely offshoots.”
    “That’s not true,” Torkos waved a claw dismissively. “You two are just as important to him as me, and that can be shown in recent events.” A clawed hand pointed at the little raptor, who backed away slightly with a blank face, followed by a curious tilt of the head. “Our Creator goes to Zeta whenever he simply wants to enjoy himself. The little raptor represents his more childish, loving, and open side. As in fursuit, with friends, or whenever he gets a bit excited.” The claw came back to point at the Sergal muzzle, who’s slit eyes narrowed. “And you’re his defensive side. He goes to you whenever under stress, and considering the fact that he’s gone from a four-year university in Ohio to a community college back home with his parents in California, he’s been under a lot of stress, and you’re the one who’s helped him through it.”
    “Hmph...” The sergal looked away from the dragon, unable to argue the point. His head was tilted back though in slight pride.
    “My point made,” the dragon pressed. “And all of these events have largely been what’s pushed our Creator away from writing for you all.” The dragon looked back at the camera, now deadly intent. “He wants to make it up to you, and means to do so by practically any means necessary. For the moment, that entails two things-” A pointed claw was raised, one digit extended, “-First, that you all get a choice of the next big story he writes. He has one planned out for each one of us, all of which included the other two, but focus on whichever remains picked. So, you have a choice of a disgruntled sergal, a bouncy raptor, or a worn dragon.”
    “Two are short, one’s long!” Zeta burst out, causing the other two to look at him. “The stories I mean,” the raptor added.
    “Second,” another digit joined the first, “Before he does this, our Creator wants you all to ask him some things. You all may remember when he wrote a journal that replied to questions you all asked literally a full year before. Well, he wants to do it again...” The dragon glanced to the side. “But not a literal year later like before. This time, you get to ask us three anything you like. Future story plans, certain things about us three, the interdimensional Hub (which he has also yet to introduce), among other things. Anything you like!”
    “Within reason,” the sergal growled, leaning forward. “We’re not going to spoil the next big plot twist or put out some particularly dark secret of our Creator. Not even I’d go that far! So control yourselves!”
    “But have fun!” the raptor added. “Put as many as you want! Our Creator has to answer them all. He promised!”
    “Though, do keep in mind that the more questions you put, the longer the ‘Interview’ will take.” Torkos grinned. “Though, knowing you guys, another week is going to be nothing compared to the past two to three years of waiting you’ve all had to go through!”
    “We done?” Salus asked. “I have things to do.”
    “Yeah Salus,” Torkos sighed, “We’re done. I gotta get back to my dimension anyway.”
    “I get to stay here!” Zeta said. “Bye Guys!”