<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/cb/d3/6dcbd37d72c6071bbec088a752438ac5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Biker helmet, jacket, red T-shirt, and Army-green jeans.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8:20PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the end: Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Reese!<br/><hr/>Destrian had rode the metro to the end of the line in order to reorient himself. There was but him and a smelly vagabond who had stepped off the subway back onto the platform. It felt unusual that a moment ago, the train car was crowded, and then suddenly he was alone like the vehicle had transported him through several dimensions. He grasped the visor of his helmet and raised it so he could read the map more closely. He had been on the yellow line. He glanced at the wall to confirm it and used his finger to trace the spaghetti through the other colors. He deduced that if he wanted to go back, then he needed to board the blue snake (he started calling them snakes).<br/><br/>The Dragon Slayer glanced across the track at the blue line. The subway was parked there, and its doors had just closed. Destrian’s orange eyes widened when he saw it starting to move. It was going to leave him in the wrong dimension! Shoving the map into his jacket, his sneakers erupted with flames, and he lunged across the track. Mid-lunge, his body became bathed in a blinding light. He heard the shrill squeal of brakes as another snake was pulling up to his dimension. It was going to hit him!<br/><br/>A second explosion of fire erupted from his feet, sending his feet flipping over his head. He tucked his legs into his body as he somersaulted out of the red snake’s path. He released his legs, extending them to land on the next platform and jumped down onto the blue snake’s track. Destrian charged after it into the darkness. He heard it screaming and sparking with its magic as it swiftly warped through space. Destrian’s every step was a mini detonation that helped him sprint after the shaking caboose. He saw that there were chains blocking the door to the last car—hardly a worthy obstacle.<br/><br/>Destrian grasped a chain and used it to pull himself up to the car. He then grasped the door handle with his other hand to anchor himself. His hand heated up, and he extended his fingers like a knife, passing them down the chains to sever them. He then melted the lock on the door and slid it open to step back into a familiar space. The Dragon Slayer sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. If he hadn’t followed the serpent’s trail, then who knew what space he would have been trapped in? This was the last time he was taking the subway.<br/><br/>He took a seat, and he pulled out the map once more. He traced the blue line with his finger, and then glanced up at the digital map. He had to get off at the Oriental Realm. By the time Destrian reached it, there had been a full car of noisy and excitable teenagers and partygoers. They moved like a river up the metro stairs to spill down the street. Destrian was one of the last people slowly ascending the staircase as though not only his patience, but his energy had been expended. He was holding onto the rail and slightly hunched over as though his shoulders had a weight on them. He had hated it. He had hated everything and wanted to just go back to Reese’s dimension.<br/><br/>When Destrian reached the top of the stairs, he gazed about at his surroundings (everything looked the same). There were still steel carriages everywhere, but this realm had been busier at night. He saw a person riding around on what looked like a wooden board with wheels (ridiculous). Apparently, the ridiculous person who had been riding around on it looked familiar. It was Reese! Never had Destrian felt so desperate to find someone (not even his own comrades…); but after the subway experience, seeing Reese was like seeing some sort of saint!<br/><br/>Destrian’s shoes were nothing but black, rubber, charred synthetic and plastic molded around his feet, and they were put to the test as he raced after her. His arms and legs swung in a robotic cadence as he silently sprinted after her like a terminator—his strange pursuit had turned a few heads.