<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/6e/d9/646ed9edba44caa8bb33b1c81da38e2e.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>2 April 2050, 8PM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Oriental District > Catty-Wampus Bar & Grill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pharon Draelig, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Feeling a bit more comfortable<br/><hr/><br/>Today had started with some successful experimentation. He awoke in a bed and unlike last night, he didn’t sleep in his armour. It was a good feeling and much nicer on the circulation never mind his personal odor—which was still a problem. Dekado was nothing if not resourceful. He figured out the shower with a bit of trial and error. He didn’t understand shampoo, but soap worked just as well on his hair.<br/><br/>Feeling clean and fresh, he left the armour and stuck with the gambeson as being less flamboyant then the outer armour. Saying goodbye to his room mates he decided to explore a little and head to the dojo. He was offered a place to teach in the second building. It wasn’t as modern but he liked the bare bones room. It wasn’t how fancy the place was, it was about a teacher being able to pass down what he knew to their students.<br/><br/>Which reminded him that he needed some students. He went back to the park and looked for the friends he made yesterday. They weren’t there today but he did find some of those gang members as they were called. Feeling that their pecking order had been established he approached them without batting an eye. Unfortunately, they dressed alike but these weren’t the same ones he met yesterday.<br/><br/>“You’re an idiot. Give me your wallet.” It did not begin well. Perhaps trouble was drawn to him? The speaker casually drew his weapon and waved it around in a threatening way. He had a patch that declared him an ‘Enforcer’. “No.” Dekado said evenly. “However, perhaps you can make up for your rude behaviour by helping me?”<br/><br/>The enforcer found it funny that he was being spoken back to. “Oh really? And what kind of help do you need?” His subordinates were slowly trying to circle, making sure there was no escape. Dekado grinned. “I’m glad you asked. I’m looking for a place where I can find some students to take my class.” he began. “If you don’t know that…perhaps you can direct me to a good kiosk where I can get a cellphone.”<br/><br/>The Hound of Lillith found this idiot amusing. “You want to teach flower arranging or something hippie?” More words he needed to understand. “No. I’m not that kind of teacher. I teach people how to defend themselves from those who would prey upon them.” The Hound of Lillith eyed the jeweled necklace Dekado wore. “So if I taught you a lesson about fighting, then you would have to pay me?” Dekado shrugged and nodded. “I’ve been doing this a very long time, but you could be something new under the sun.”<br/><br/>Arrogance often got one killed. It was like a signal to attack. The two who were trying to be surreptitious about moving into place on either side of him didn’t go for anything fancy, just tried to restrain him by grabbing his shoulders. Dekado looked at the shit eating grin on the biker’s face and smiled in return. “However, if I teach you something, I will be expecting payment for my services.”<br/><br/>That brought an eruption of laughter. They had his shoulders but not his arms. A simple hammer fist to the femur on either side of him had those two crumple in pain. As their leader raised the gun to shoot, Dekado slapped it out of his hand and then slapped him in the face hard. “I am not a …hippie. I’m not sure what that is but you used it in an offensive manner.” he informed the man slapping him again. The biker began to see stars as he felt his teeth loosen in his mouth.<br/><br/>He feinted for the face bringing the mans arms up in front to block, so he grabbed the biker’s ears. “If pull now, you loose these.” He had to give it to the biker, he punched Dekado on the ribs. Dekado headbutted the biker breaking his nose. “Now I want my money for your lessons. Give me your wallets.”<br/><br/>He had drawn a bit of a crowd. Everyone liked watching a biker get his ass handed to him. They thought it was some kind of demonstration after he explained he was looking for students. A number of them followed him back to the dojo. After the first class a few even helped him get a phone and some new clothes with his new found money. He contacted everyone asking if they were going to show up to the gather.<br/><br/>There was a gathering tonight so he showed up. “Greetings Pharon.” he said seeing the large man. “The food smells amazing?” he compliments the half giant. “How do you like my new attire? Do you think it suits me?”