<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>Biker helmet, jacket, red T-shirt, and Army-green jeans.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lost<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Spaghetti Monster<br/><hr/><br/>The subway car rocked like a crib. People were packed ass-to-crotch within the small space, staring at their cell phones while they waited for their stop to arrive. There were elderly and mothers and their children seated, and a biker. Except, he obviously didn’t have a bike with him so why he was wearing a motorcycle helmet was beyond anyone’s understanding.<br/><br/>Destrian was comfortable and enjoying his personal, helmet space. It was better than any helm back in Avantasia. It had padding inside, and all those smelly people were<em>out there</em>. His orange orbs were half-lidded as he swayed gently to the rock of the car. All he heard was the sound of his own breath and dull noises outside.<br/><br/><em>Bing-bong!</em><br/><br/>A voice came over the intercom announcing the next stop. The subway car slowed to a stop at the next station. Several people got off and more piled on. Destrian’s head began to bow until it suddenly dropped, startling himself awake. The Dragon Slayer sat up straight in his chair with wide eyes. They flicked up to the subway map, seeing that the glowing light was pretty far to the right. It was almost at the end of the line.<br/><br/>Reaching into his inner jacket pocket, he removed the subway map and opened it to see an explosion of colorful spaghetti on paper. The Dragon Slayer gave the trifold a blank stare as he looked up at the map, and then down at the spaghetti disaster. It was like trying to read runes but worse. He hadn’t understood any of it. With a deep, irritable sigh that briefly fogged up the plastic of his visor, Destrian folded the map, tucked it away, and just slumped back in his seat. Welp, he was lost.