<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 11:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District (Leaving for "Lunch")<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Destrian, Jake, Montgomery, Rusty (M), Cecelia (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Ew, Destrian! I have three brother's already!</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Dragon Slayer spoke <em>so</em> low and seriously about mythical, gutsy dragons it was hard to tell if he was still teasing Reese. “<em>Ew</em>, Destrian!” the mechanic squealed and squirmed in disbelief in the Driver’s seat and had to roll her window down in order to hold her blue raspberry slurpy inside her stomach, “not a literal bloody, beating heart, you so did not! Jesus fuck.” She was trying real hard <em>not</em> to puke in the customer’s Escalade, not when she was so damn close to returning it to her workplace in one god damn piece, and Destrian was making it hella difficult. <em>Fuck, he was just like her older siblings.</em> But… <br/><br/>Evil gods? Dragons were evil gods? Seriously? Is that what Destrian had said just now? What… <em>What did that even mean?</em> Especially here, like on Earth and Raven City and shit? The mechanic puffed out her cheeks as Rust and Ruckus came into view, thankfully still in one piece too. And there, of course, was <em>Jake</em>. “I’ll… try to make you a fireproof helmet…” the young woman breathed softly as Jake panicked his way towards them already, god dammit, and Destrian asked her to stop the carriage.<br/><br/>  Er, <em>car</em>. The car. This time, and maybe this time only, Reese obeyed without protest, keeping her grey eye’s on Jake as Destrian exited the vehicle and immediately intercepted the teenager. “A six!,” the mechanic called through her still open window to the alarmed and silenced kid as he was hauled off by the Dragon Slayer, “Be a cool and optimistic six, Jake!” Destrian wasn’t <em>actually</em> kidnapping him, Reese thought as she turned the Escalade back into its temporary stall at Rust and Ruckus. Sure, Reese had <em>technically</em> kidnapped Destrian, but Destrian was a good person, a good <em>magical</em> person, he was just a butt about blood and guts and stuff like her older siblings. Besides she needed to…  <br/><br/>“Yo! Test drive gets a checkmark!” Reese said to Montgomery through her window, whilst drumming her fingers on the side of the Driver’s door. “Believe it or not,” she finally hopped out of the customer’s car, “Jakey did a good job, even if he wasn’t supposed to do it without your supervision.” <br/><br/>“Yeh. Put all m’stuff in weird ass places th’ogh,” Montgomery’s bald head was turned down towards the boxes of tools stacked about the stall. When he did look up at Reese, his handle bar mustache was freshly combed, and made him look like a youthful 40-something.   <br/><br/>“Uh, yeah,” Reese agreed and ran a nervous hand through her platinum curls and looked around. <em>No dragons.</em> No other signs of trouble either, <em>finally</em>, thank fuck. “Uh…” was she supposed to ask Montgomery if he’d encountered any dragons this morning too, on his way to work? Hell, maybe he’d met another Dragon Slayer? But the man just turned back to rearranging his equipment how he liked, which was, admittedly, in a fucking <em>messy</em> pile. Montgomery was, technically, <em>second</em> in command of Rust and Ruckus. Their boss, Rusty himself, was off fishing with Cecelia (https://media-be.chewy.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/02102459/Cane-Corso_Featured-Image-1024x615.jpg) — his beloved Mastiff, who was often mistaken in conversation for his wife. And with that in mind, Reese figured she had something else to ask him. Another problem to solve. She needed a reason for Destrian to stick around, and not just because he was her... er, roommate.<br/><br/>  “Say, could I bring in a… <em>welder</em> of sorts?” Destrian fixed the Escalade, and she was curious to see what <em>else</em> his flame could do. How it worked, when it wasn’t… er, blasting the shit outta motherfucking dragons. “Not like a full apprentice, I’m too…” she was gonna say young or cool, but seeing Montgomery’s look made her shift her words, “Wild, <em>wilder</em>, ha, for another Jakob-type. But I was thinkin’ he could help me fix up the company tow truck after that wreck we had with that fucking idiot on Marsh and Florence last week? Paying him minimum would be hella cheaper than hiring some specialty repair dudes to swing by and Rusty loves to save a few Ravens.” The fact that Rusty loved to save a few Ravens was why Reece had been mechanic of the month six months in a row. That, and she was a damn goddess at fixing cars. She dug the particular wrench Montgomery was looking for outta a shelf where Jake had mis-placed it and handed it to the mustached man. “My welder, my idea, and my responsibility if it goes sideways, promise, you just have to help me put him on the company books.”<br/><br/>  Montgomery took his prized wrench. Then he shrugged, which was a classic Montgomery approval. <br/><br/>“Sweet, and M,” Reese turned back to him as she swaggered her way out of the garage with a successful smile on her lips, “I’m going for lunch early today.”<br/><br/>Now she just had to find Destrian and make sure Jake wasn’t in anymore trouble. And figure out what the hell Dragon Slayers ate. Besides — ew, Destrian — bloody dragon organs. Or maybe they wouldn't eat at all. Maybe they'd just blow more shit up and get into the fun kind of trouble. Honestly, Reese was fine with that, as long as it wasn't... gross.</span>