<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>10 April 2050, 10-ish AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Down-town Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pharon, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trying to shop<br/><strong>Word count:</strong>397<br/><hr/><br/>While he was by no means a liege-lord or their king, Sashiko still felt beholden to help out Brett, the more and more she learned about the world they inhabited. And today this meant going along out with Pharon to go shopping for groceries. This was work made for peasants, castle serfs, and squires... And in this world, it was work for everyone. Anyone who wanted food, they had to go get it themselves. Even the city guard, even the obscenely rich, unless they hired a servant. Since they were all under Brett's roof, they were obliged to help with all the chores. They were sent out the door with directions loaded on to the phone Sashiko was still learning more about, day by day, and a list of things to buy. Since Pharon was the chef, he was the one in charge of that part of the mission. Sashiko's culinary expertise extended only so far as critiquing food.<br/><br/>Stepping out the door, out of Brett's apartment complex, and on to the streets of Raven City. Sashiko pulls her phone out of her sweater pocket, giving it a deft twirl around so it was sitting in her palm correctly. A little tap, and the magic device came to life, the information mechanisms showing over a background of three smiling ladies. Poppy, Olena and Sashiko herself, the picture taken earlier at the restaurant Pharon worked at. She had to ask for help to get that set, but, she liked having the nice picture at her hands any time.<br/><br/>"Right, uhm." Sashiko looked left and right down the busy sidewalk. Normally someone lingering on the sidewalk was likely to cause a collision, hurried people blind to their surroundings just bumping in to those not going with the flow. Pharon had a rather intimidating presence, like a rock in a river parting the current. Sashiko did as well, though, not nearly to the same degree as her fellow shadow-dragon. She consulted her phone's cartographer-magic. "This way, for several... blocks, as they're called," Sashiko pointed off in the direction they needed to travel. "Hm... How's... work been, Pharon?" She asked, looking over-and-up to him while they walked, in a well-practiced motion. As tall as Sashiko was, her fellow was a giant, after all. Sashiko herself has still been struggling to find something she wanted to do, to help with their coin-concerns.<br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured(Dragon Slayer Armor underneath) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050, 10-ishAM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong> 564 [Total: 971]<br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Staying with Brett had been strange because this was a strange place, but he was underneath his gruff exterior, a kind and honorable man. Also, Pharon got to stay with his Slayer family, which eased his heart, as his kind weren't usually solitary by nature. Also since they were living under his roof and eating his food, it only made sense that they went to buy more of it for all of them. He had gotten used to people getting food for <em>him</em> since his induction into the Dragon Slayers, but he came from a tribe where this was beyond ordinary. And aside from trading with other tribes, settlements, and villages, all food had to be sourced from nature through hunting, farming, or gathering.<br/><br/>So to find out that he could use money to go to a store and just buy everything they needed, was terrific. They had stores back home, but a general store was nothing close to the splendor of a grocery store with <em>air conditioning</em>. Pharon loved to cook, and he was great at it, so he had taken the official role as "House Chef" and now cooked for everyone in Brett's home as well as at Catty-Wampus. This, as well as his size, was the reason he was sent to the store alongside his lovely fellow slayer Sashiko. His phone was still in his pocket because he know if he pulled it out, he'd get stuck playing games again. And that was bad for everybody else involved if a Goliath was walking around without paying attention to where he was going. He looked down at Sashi's phone and saw the picture of the three female Slayers and showed off his pointy, pearly whites when he looked at it. <br/><br/>"The three most beautiful women in the Kingdom," he said genuinely when he saw their smiling faces. "I want to be in the next portrait. I'll even sit on the ground if I have to." After studying the phone for direction, she told him they had to go several <em>blocks</em>...how did those compare to leagues he wondered? "Let us go, then. The faster we return, the faster I can whip us up something delicious." As they walked, he looked down at the people around them who were either too absorbed into their own phones and lives to notice anyone else, or the ones who were all too interested in his stature and Sashiko's...<em>everything</em>. People thought Goliath's were simple, but Pharon certainly was not. <br/><br/>He knew how unbelievably gorgeous Sashiko was and was honestly surprised men and women weren't walking up to her every few moments confessing their undying love for the purple Fox Lady. He took a deep breath when she asked how work was, cradling his hands together behind his head as they got closer to their destination. "It's been good, really good. I get paid well. I cook all day, get to learn new recipes. People love my food, they ask for pictures or for me to hold them over my head. And if somebody gets too rowdy, Oslow lets me <em>deal</em> with them." He looked down at her while he spoke, and he couldn't help but notice her in thought. "What about you? Have you found something yet? You're incredibly skilled and I know you could find a job that fits you. So do you have anything in mind?"<br/></span>