<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/cb/d3/6dcbd37d72c6071bbec088a752438ac5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Dragon Slayer Armor and a motorcycle helmet<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050, 1000<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese, Jake<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dragons to Zombies<br/><hr/>Destrian had found the main building and released Jake in the lobby. Jake stumbled as he fled away from him, and then whipped around to stare at the helmet-wearing Dragon Slayer with indignation.<br/><br/>“What gives? I thought we were bros!” Jake growled.<br/><br/>If it wasn’t for the helmet, Jake would have seen a blank stare on Destrian’s face. Bros…brothers? They had just met. How could anyone find such a farfetched association rational? “I am not your brother,” he replied coldly.<br/><br/>The teenager looked upset, which made Destrian frown in confusion. “Yeah, I know that, but I thought we bonded over fixing the Escalade. You leave with Reese and come back with some stupid helmet, and now you’re treating me like some annoying kid.”<br/><br/>Destrian closed his eyes and silently groaned internally.<em>He was an annoying kid.</em>Reese had nothing to do with it. The Dragon Slayer wasn’t used to dealing with such petty drama. It was in situations like this where he relished the idea of being alone. He was so thankful to be wearing the helmet. He didn’t even bother responding to Jake.<br/><br/>“Is she giving you a place to stay?”<br/><br/>“Yes.”<br/><br/>“Well, that’s good. And hey, what happened to that dragon? Did you kill it?”<br/><br/>Destrian opened his eyes and gazed over at one of the waiting chairs. He approached one and sat down, resting his forearms upon his thighs. He realized that he wasn’t just tired of talking to Jake, but he was still tired from…<em>everything</em>. He hadn’t quite stopped since he was transported to Earth, and his fire was running low.<br/><br/>Jake noticed how Destrian was resting and figured he was probably exhausted. The teen turned toward a drink machine and decided to purchase two energy drinks. The thunk of the soda cans dropping into the retrieval bin drew Destrian’s attention. He watched Jake retrieve the drinks and approach him, holding one out to him.<br/><br/>“When I feel tired, I drink a<em>Boom</em>. This might help you out,” he explained.<br/><br/>Destrian curiously took the can from the boy and stared at the bright color print. It was a flimsy, steel canister…Jake’s drink hissed as he opened it, mildly startling the Dragon Slayer. He watched the apprentice crack it open further using the clip, and then take a few gulps from the hissing drink as though it were water.<br/><br/>Destrian’s attention returned to the can. It hadn’t been poisoned…and it didn’t seem to harm Jake any. He never had a drink that hissed like a snake. He copied Jake, pressing the tip of his finger against the clip and lifting it. He continued to lift it through its angry hissing until it cracked open, exuding a fruity breath. With his free hand, Destrian grasped the helmet visor and lifted it so he could better gaze into the mouth of the drink. His nostrils wiggled some at the sweet smell it breathed, and then he heard a whimper.<br/><br/>The Dragon Slayer’s bronze eyes rose to gaze upon Jake who was staring back at him as white as a sheet. The boy started to slowly back away, and Destrian scowled, his hackles raising like a beast. Had a dragon managed to sneak behind him? The knight quickly rose and whirled only to find a cement wall behind him. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he gazed at Jake once more to see the teenager was gazing at<em>him</em>in terror. Because Reese hadn’t reacted in such a manner, he had forgotten about his face.<br/><br/>“You’re…you’re infected,” Jake whimpered. He had seen that mutation before. It was in every zombie movie and video game, and he hadn’t expected to see it in a dragon situation. He was going to turn soon. Maybe become a dragon and kill them all. He had to tell Reese! Jake fled the main office and screamed as though alerting the world, “He’s infected!”<br/><br/>Destrian could only stare in shock at Jake’s reaction. He had had many people find his face horrifying in the past, but he had never heard someone scream about…some sort of infectious disease. The knight set the drink upon the counter, closed his visor, and returned to his seat. He had let his guard down, hoping that in an entirely different dimension he would have had some chance at normalcy, but he was still a monster. He had tried to keep Jake occupied for Reese, but after seeing him run out in terror, he hadn’t felt like chasing him. That would have probably made things worse.<br/><br/>Jake was racing toward the stalls where he last saw Reese. “Reese! His face! Infection! (he was out of breath)”<br/><br/>That had explained the motorcycle helmet. He must have lost his scarf and used the helmet to hide his infection from them!