<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Reluctance<br/><hr/>The strange girl named Poppy kept going on and on about dragon this and Dragon Slayer that. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, anyone would have called her insane. Someone insistent on living a life of fantasy rather than accepting reality for what it was. Dragon Slayers…she did mention before that there were more.<br/><br/><em>More Cabbage Patch Kids,</em>Brett mused as he imagined them looking like Poppy. He would have never imagined a Dragon Slayer to be four-foot-tall and looking like some fairy out of a fantasy novel. He reached the top of the stairs and turned to gaze at her as she showed him the emblem on her neck. King’s knights…He couldn’t help but grasp the top of his head. It gave him a headache.<br/><br/><em>I just need to sleep</em>, he told himself. The sooner he finished at work, then the sooner he could return home.<br/><br/><strong>I..um don’t have anywhere to go…mayhaps…I may stay with you until I find my comrades?</strong><br/><br/>“Huh?” Brett gave her a shocked look. He stared for a few seconds while his mind battled it over. There was a<del>dragon</del>wyrm, and she killed it. She had friends, other Dragon Slayers, and just needs to find them. It felt somewhat freaky to allow someone he didn’t even know stay at his place. She was cute, and he would have thought she was innocent if he hadn’t witnessed how she had killed that creature. She could probably rip him in half!<br/><br/>“I’ll uh…I’ll think about it,” Brett told her as he turned to continue leaving the metro. One task at a time. As they walked back to Dapper’s, Brett listened if she wished to share more of her crazy tales, but he didn’t have much to say. He was tired, and his mind was on autopilot until he saw that The Hounds’ bikes were still parked out front. He stopped and cursed softly, “Shit. Give me a fucking break.”<br/><br/>Brett brought both of his hands clapping over his tired eyes. He had to check in with his boss to let him know he was okay. He turned to Poppy and informed, “I got to go check in with my boss.” He paused as he found himself nearly saying…<em>and then <strong>we</strong> can go home.</em>Lowering his hands, he looked at the girl again. No one else would believe her. People would probably want to experiment on her if they knew what she could do.<em>I can’t believe I’m doing this.</em><br/><br/>“After I check with my boss, we can leave. I just got a studio apartment, and all I got is a couch for you to sleep on. You can stay with me until you can link back up with your friends.”