"Well... actually, yes, I would like to try I suppose."
Once again, Forsynthia was surprised by the red dragoness. She'd offered without really expecting a response, much less an agreement. Something about how well and how much she'd described it, perhaps...and if Crimson was open to that, maybe she could tell her some things about herself later.
She doubted that though. Even Verdy still didn't know.
The white dragon looked ahead, finding the movie theatre was in sight.
"Ah, we're nearly there. Care to fly up onto the fence outside?"
Only waiting a few seconds, she ran and took off, wings beating the air, soaring forwards and up until she landed. She balanced with wings outspread for a few seconds, slowly bending her knees and lowering herself until she could sit, then folded her wings in and against her back, moving around a bit, tail dangling over the opposite side of her legs. She swept it slowly back and forth.
"Not too comfortable, but by now this thing is probably nearly over," she said to the air, not sure how close Crimson was, then watched the movie.

Crimson joined her on the fence a moment later, managing a surprisingly silent takeoff and landing only a couple feet beside the white dragoness. "Well if the fence isn't comfortable enough we could always jump onto one of the cars in back and sit there. Who'd argue with a dragon on their roof?" She laughed softly, smiling to Fors and turning her attention to the movie. Even though she was bigger the fence seemed capable of handling her size just as well as it was holding up her new associate. "Movie's at least halfway over, think it's a two hour film and they always start on the even hours for those." She'd been by this place enough to know its routine, not that it was hard to predict. Nice big screen though, even sitting back here you could see everything going on.

So she'd been practically right behind her.
Who'd argue with a dragon on their roof?"
She couldn't help but laugh at that too, but neglected to look over as Crimson had.
"I'm a dragon anyway, who am I to complain? I've certainly been in more pain than this; this is nothing."
Forysnthia laughed again, this one more grim.
Even an hour seemed a bit much right now - she wanted to get a victim and...hurt it. Maybe another nice little cat...or no, now that she thought about what she wanted, it was probably canine blood, specifically wolf or fox. Or maybe a bear...she hadn't tasted any bear in many months now. They seemed so rare; kept to themselves more, maybe? Who knew. Polar bears were particularly delightful.
Mmmm...she shook herself out of her thoughts and paid attention to the movie.

A fairly normal horror movie. Zombie apocalypse or the like. It seemed alright, but she'd definitely seen better here. Perhaps the plot would get better as she watched. She took out her phone to check the time. If Crimson was right about playing on even hours, they should have a little less than half an hour left. Not too bad at all. About the plot, though...maybe she hadn't seen enough. Regardless, she doubted it would get better in the last quarter of the movie. That was assuming it was even a two hour movie as the red dragoness had said.
Oh well. She settled in.

"So it was a two hour movie. Ending at twelve o clock sharp. Huh," she mused as she looked at her phone. Putting it away, she looked to Crimson and smiled.
"Let's fly, find our...helper, yes?"
She stood again and took off, gaining a bit of height before she leveled out, looking down for lone people.
"Regardless of what weapons they might have, us dropping down from the sky on them isn't going to make that matter very much. Unless you want to do things your way first...up to you, I suppose. I'm personally in the mood for a canine of some sort, though. So keep that in mind if you want to drop into a bar or something to pick someone out."

Crimson was quickly losing interest in the movie as well. She was pretty sure she'd seen it, just in an older version. That's what almost all of these zombie horror films turned out to be, remakes of an original trying to piggyback off the popularity of an original. That, or the same basic thing every time. Virus, pathogen, radiation, something from space. Now what she really wanted in a movie like this was something more authentic, like the true voodoo zombies. Come to think of it, she'd never seen anyone in these popular films trying what worked on those kinds... why had nobody ever tried pouring a bag of salt down onto them?

Her friend was eager to continue what she'd started earlier tonight. Crimson's fault really, and she got up to join her. "Alright, so how will we be doing this your way and not killing someone?" She specifically left out the part where she wasn't going to complain if the person got a little roughed up, but she was definitely against a killing blow of any kind. "A canine sounds fine by me."