<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.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> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:20 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill (Leaving) &gt; Streets of the Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon, Brett, Destrian, mentioning everyone else<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to solve a problem, it's fine</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Reese had always been bad at listening. <em>Everyone</em> was bad at something, and Reese was bad at listening. When she was a kid, and she started elementary school, her eldest brother told her she had to at least listen for other’s <em>names</em>. Names were important, Elvis said, because they meant she could make friends. And while Reese learned the names of all of her classmates, she only came home with other things she made — paintings, sculptures, stories, childlike inventions — but never any other kids. Even now, she supposed she spent the majority of her free time <em>alone</em> in Raven City. It… She didn’t used to think about it so much. And now that the Dragon Slayer’s were mostly back together… well, this <em>had</em> been one of her many, working theories.<br/><br/>  Once the Dragon Slayers found each other again, she — and any other helpful humans — would become less… <em>helpful</em>. From what she had gathered so far, they had been a team to be reckoned with, back in… Back in… <em>Wherever</em> it was called. They certainly didn’t need Earth humans (and least of all an impulsive mechanic) to aid them against dragons and their dragon bullshit. And, they certainly didn’t need an Earth <em>babysitter</em> either. Or at least, Reese wasn’t about to be anyone’s fucking babysitter. “Dude!” the mechanic exclaimed excitedly as the giant-like chef set down a <em>plethora</em> — and, though she had never described anything as a plethora, this was definitely a fucking plethora — of hot, aromatic, sizzling food and grease. “This looks bomb as fuck! Even better than your epic-ly drool worthy food truck, <em>yum</em>, Brett,” Reese’s sparkling grey eyes darted to the only other human at the table, the only one who seemed to both <em>recognize</em> and <em>judge</em> the weirdo skateboard in her lap, the only other new face who had given her their <em>name</em>, “make sure our magical guests tip super well.” And then, as if to speak to everyone wondering and joking about Destrian, who was technically <em>her</em> responsibility, babysitter be damned, “I’ll go see if there’s anyone else waiting outside.”  <br/><br/>When the Dragon Slayer’s got back together, they wouldn’t have the same problems as they did before because they weren’t <em>alone</em> anymore. They didn’t need Reese for companionship anymore. At the table, in the back of Catty-Wampus, they were happy, and talkative, and… together, <em>almost</em>. “Thanks ya’ll,” Reese took her shot of tequila and downed it in one gulp as a bartender appeared with the drinks she had ordered, “and those are for them.” She gestured towards the flight of sparkling water. Sparkling water was <em>fun</em>, but safe. The Dragon Slayers were safe here, for the moment. <em>That was what mattered, right?</em> Reese was always happier when she was solving problems <em>anyway</em>, and the problem was not at that table, it was that Destrian was very late. Reese moved past the waiter to the front door of Catty-Wampus, blushing yet again as she passed the pretty, glittery, judgy hostess, and tossed her skateboard onto the sidewalk of the Oriental District. <br/><br/>She <em>knew</em> that a public, loud restaurant wouldn’t be Destrian’s jam. But she had tried, because she also <em>knew</em> just how badly he wanted to meet the rest of them again, the rest of the Dragon Slayers. So she had requested a table at the back, after dinner time rush, and had brought headphones in her pocket for when the fiery Dragon Slayer eventually showed up. As <em>Eeyore</em> like as Destrian was, when she had met him yesterday after he’d saved her actual dumb ass, he’d only wanted to find his… <em>what did he say?</em> Comrades. He had said comrades. She road her skateboard a block north, then back, then a block west, and back, looking for a tall, lanky dude wearing a cool, but slightly strange motorcycle helmet. <em>Where the fuck are you, Destrian?</em><br/><br/> Reese thought of herself more as a <em>Liaison</em>, for the record. Liaisons were fucking rad. They got to travel the world, and get into VIP sections, and wear slick outfits. <em>Reese Wilder, Liaison between Dragon Slayers and Earthlings.</em> Well, It sounded fucking cool in her head at least.</span>