<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 | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake, Montgomery (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Once more, with seatbelts!</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Reese raised a big, surprised eyebrow at Destrian as he recoiled from her phone, then said nothing to Jake — legit <em>nothing</em> — and then left her (again). Only this time, at least, he was going in a direction that Reese wanted. “Jake. Jesus <em>fuck</em>… don’t memorize other people’s sounds, that’s weird!” the mechanic awkwardly huffed above her phone, before taking off after the Dragon Slayer (again). Apparently Destrian did not like Jake. Jake was not a ‘safe space’ for Destrian. Neither were cellphones. Wherever Destrian was from, they did <em>not</em> have cellphones, the pocket-sized communication devices that humans couldn’t seem to exist without…. Currently Reese was two for two with bad assumptions. <br/><br/>“I’m <em>totally</em> fine, but you’re being <em>super</em> weird right now, Jake.” Reese continued to muse as she took her phone off of speaker and held it to her pierced ear as she kept looking about for dragons, and Destrian, and any authority figures who would question the sudden, smokey tar pit in the middle of the Warehouse District. Fuck, fuck, <em>fuck</em>. She tip-toed around the melted, boiling road in her yellow converse sneakers, still behind the much taller, and much more silent, Dragon Slayer. “You also need to be at like a solid <em>six</em> when we get back to the garage, okay?” the mechanic clarified to the panicked teenager, knowing she couldn’t blame Jake for not reading her texts immediately without being a complete hypocrite. “You’re at an eleven right now, and I need you to be a calm and optimistic six. You’re freaking us <em>both</em> out right now. Bye.” She lowered her phone and ran up behind Destrian, to make it to the Escalade first and to — more importantly — open the passenger door and demonstrate where (and possibly <em>what</em>) the seat belt was. No backseat chauffeur kidnapping this time round.<br/><br/>“Oh, and do <em>not</em> bring up dragons to Montgomery unless he brings them up first.” Reese finished while walking back in front of the Escalade, and ended her short and awkward phone call with Jake. Then she got back into the Driver’s seat that was still well-adjusted for her short legs. <em>Click.</em> She snapped her seatbelt into place and then leaned back into the cushy leather seat with a heavy sigh. The view from the widow shield was still i-n-s-a-n-e with the damage from the dragon, and from the damage of Destrian <em>killing</em> the dragon. Where was the headless carcass? Oh. <em>He burnt it. With his fire powers.</em> Right. Where to even begin?<br/><br/>She really wanted to ask how people wherever he was from communicated <em>without</em> cellphones. Humans did it before, decades ago, but they didn’t have dragon sized crises. Did they have some way of knowing where the dragons were without communication? Like some sort of sixth sense? Is that why Destrian awoke when the Dragon roared, or... Was she just making another wrong assumption, thrice? <br/><br/>“Are you sure you’re cool and whatnot after that fight?” Reese <em>drummed</em> her fingers on the Escalade’s steering wheel as she drove in the direction of Rust and Ruckus, albeit using a more scenic and <em>slower</em> route that wasn’t, currently, a bubbling asphalt pond. “Do you need anything… special? Like even in terms of shelter, with your… flame?” the short blonde woman hoped that wasn’t offensive to a Dragon Slayer. She hoped he would trust her enough to devulge more information. Destrian trusted her enough to get back <em>into</em> the Escalade, even after her — admittedly — dangerous Fast and Furious moment. Clearly he didn’t trust Jake. Jake didn’t even know the dude’s name. Or seemed not to know, anyhow. “Might be strange to ask, I guess, but that was the first time I ever saw a dragon in my city. Or… fantastical, magical fire. Or a dead body.” Reese swallowed and ran her tongue across the top of her teeth, trying to keep her blue raspberry slushy inside her stomach and not outside on her lap. “I... have a place." Changing the subject might help her stomach too. "It’s quiet, usually, but you'd have to live with me and that's maybe not what you want.” Or what he was used to. Reese certainly wasn’t used to any of this fuckery. <br/><br/>Usually when she took fancy cars on company test drives she went to <em>Moonbucks</em> and bought an overpriced coffee frappuccino and one of those ooey, gooey sausage breakfast sandwiches.</span>