<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dekado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147591#msg16147591)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at 7:30 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Raven Park and Ferris Wheel<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese, Olena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Finding his bearings<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong>725 words<br/><hr/><br/>Dekado like to work with a plan. He was not one of those generals that needed every single contingency looked after or account for every variable. One could not do that, there was always that fog of war and that unpredictability of life you could neve see coming. He liked more of a broad strokes plan that he formed along the way. It allowed him to adjust easily for new variables.<br/><br/>The goal was to get back home. It was feeling more and more that this wasn’t going to be a short-term endeavour. Once everyone was found they could all discuss it, but the impression he was getting was they may be here for weeks or even months at least. He had no doubt that they could more or less fit in with this society, maybe some of them at the fringes of it—they were dragon slayers. They were used to overcoming preposterous odds.<br/><br/>Olena seemed a little hesitant at first, but she made her introduction. Always a good start in Dekado’s mind. “Mm, yeah sure, Dekado, you can sleep however you like…” Ok, that tended to be where some people drew objections. In a small or even medium sized place roommates were going to catch each other in various states of undress. After 1700 years of fighting and nearly dying, he had given up many of his initial hang-ups for the comforts that he could have.<br/><br/>Reese seemed to be distracted or maybe scattered would be a better word. The way she answered questions had some odd pauses in it, like she was considering a few hundred things and then getting back to what was asked as if no time had passed. Maybe it was one of her quicks. It would just take a little getting used to as his mind now pictured her waking up turning to him and saying ‘tuna’ to a question he had asked her the day before.<br/><br/>He could tell as he was taking her in and trying to understand whom he was dealing with, Reece was doing the same. It made sense if she had offered her place to live. She went on to sort of answer Olena's question and explained that she had met Destrian this morning. Then came the difficult part which he was still trying to parse. “but, BUT! He said it was my place or outside and you dudes can definitely not stay outside in the park, uh, again, question mark, with those fucking cops around. Total fucking bummer. I hate gangs. Like, they can knife each other or whatever but giving the rest of us a curfew is just fucking balls.”<br/><br/>He had understood all of her words individually, it was more by feel and her tone that he understood she did not like the authorities. It seems he was lucky to avoid their patrols in the parks last night. Adding to kiosk and cell phone was a ‘bummer’ and wondering if a ‘fucking bummer’ was just emphasis or did that go off on its own darker variant when the police apprehended you? ‘fucking balls’ got added to his mental list of phrases do decipher. So far, he gleaned that they were not appreciated by Reece.<br/><br/>“I think I met a few members of one of those gangs. Three headed canine with a voluptuous demonic woman. The audacity of those fucking idiots. We didn’t get along. I should have taken one of their iron steeds after I dealt with them.” The wheel moved, it was an interesting sensation. A much tamer version of when he ran up a dragon’s back and it lifted into the air, trying to dislodge him. Something that could be enjoyed by all without fear of the death of crashing into the ground at high speeds.<br/><br/>Darien was looking for the others. “Good. I guess we will meet him at your place then.” He listened as she said that there was probably a better place or person that they could stay with, and he found himself shaking his head. “You offered your place freely and with warmth upon moments of meeting us. That is not a quality all possess and I am a believer in providence. I accept your invitation Reece.” he says. He nodded about her comment towards sex. “I only meant warmth and the reality of what you would find seeking it. The barracks were always cold in the winters. As for sex…it’s been a very long time for me.” Twelve hundred years was a long time in most people’s books. “It is never an expectation for me. You are always safe around me.” he assures her.<br/><br/>“This is nice. Thank you for sharing this.” he says about the ride. “The view from the top gives a beautiful perspective for a painting.”<br/>