<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dekado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147591#msg16147591)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open/Anyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Stranger in a strange land ||  Mood (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDYqT0_9VR4&ab_channel=LeagueofLegends)<br/><hr/><br/>Dekado didn't remember much about the reason or even the moments before the tear in the fabric of reality sucked him through. It was like the strangest sensation that gravity stopped working for a moment then decided to work again only this time it was no longer under him but pulling him sideways through a powerful vacuum. The weightless feeling was rather enjoyable actually. Hell, the speed he got sucked through was enough to almost make him cheer. Hitting the very solid tree the moment his vision cleared and then falling two hundred meters was decidedly less enjoyable. He remembered he was with some of the other Dragon Slayers but again that jarring sudden stop made coherent thought difficult.<br/><br/>His body took over, muscle memory and combat reflexes honed over the centuries had him reaching for branches, kicking off the trunk and trying to guestimate how far the ground was so he could land, preferably not on his head. It was a controlled crash. Sure. Crashes were totally fucking controllable. He was glad no one but—what were these creatures? They would be chipmunks; he would discover later. They scattered at first but then came back to investigate. He crouched and surveyed the wooded place he was in. There were a smells, a multitude of lights and mechanical noises he had never heard before in the distance. It was safe to say he was no longer in the King’s lands. It was dark out and not winter. That was good. He hated snow. He had lived in the darkness of caverns for centuries and it was only after gaining some of the abilities of a dragon did he ever feel discomfort in the gloom. He spit out some blood and the squirrels glanced at his offering, not really impressed.<br/><br/>As a Dragon Slayer would heal quickly, when the sun came up even more so. For now, he conserved his energy and used his life sense ability to discover if there was anyone near him. He couldn’t feel Pharon or Poppy, he could swear they were right beside him before the tree happened. Olena…nope. He reached for Shashiko, Jin then Destrian. Still nothing. Perhaps if weren’t dazed and seeing stars still it would be better? He stood to his full height and felt his ribs and some other internal organs protest. Let them. He needed to figure out where he was. He walked in the park and came across a fountain. It took a moment to figure out how to work it. He rinsed his mouth out of the blood and tree, then drank his fill. Finding a bench by some strange contraptions that may have been a training ground for children he let himself sit and then got comfortable and slept.<br/><br/>He awoke when he felt a human girl approach. The sun had been out for an hour or so and he had healed his injuries. Her garb was strange. It made sense; he was a stranger in a strange land. There were more noises now and more smells. Human children usually approached him without fear. It was the pointy ears. That and they instinctively knew they were safe with him.  He felt another presence coming from the tree line. Leathers, an insignia was of a three headed hound serving as a mount for some infernal voluptuous female. The human girl saw this person and quickly ran to Dekado. “Back up Legolas. I only want the girl.” Who the fuck was Legolas? Dekado decided that he didn’t much like this biker. As an envoy for the king, he didn’t want to start something with the nobles of this realm, but he would be damned if he let his donkey take the young child.<br/><br/>“I’m the King’s knight. I suggest you leave.” He didn’t need to draw his blade. The way this man moved indicated he knew how to handle himself in a fight but that was in comparison to a fish monger. The idiot reached for a small blade, maybe something you would pare some fruit with…ok it was a foot long, but still—how insulting. Dekado moved the young girl behind him as the biker approached. The biker was used to being recognized as dangerous. Perhaps from his insignia. Most people back up or reach for their phones hoping the cops will arrive. They don’t stand calmly judging him. The blade flashed in an arc…about ten centimeters away from the Dragon Slayer’s nose. There was no point even moving although his eyes did glow with the warmth of the sun. The Hound of Lilith decided to just leave. This was just too fucked up.<br/><br/>He turned as he heard another voice. “Amber I told you to not wander off…and who is this bum?” Amber got offended for Dekado. “He’s not a bum. He’s a cosplayer.” she called out over her shoulder. This human was a little older, a teen-age person. “He scared the crap out of the biker guy.” Dekado was pulled along as Amber decided that he was now her friend. They were at a table with books. A number of teens and they were all wearing uniforms all looked up at him in various states of wonder and perhaps some amusement.<br/><br/>He wondered if their faction were at odds with the three headed dog faction. “Dude…you should take off. That Hound is going to return with back up.” As he said that it occurred to him that they should all pack up. He looked at them all and shrugged. None of them had the callouses of weapons training. None of them carried weapons. “There is no need to worry. I won’t let them harm you.” Dekado stated. His deep voice combined with the near musical quality of elven speech was hopefully reassuring. “They don’t care about the law. They are going to kill you.” Dekado shook his head. “No, they are going to try. They have unlikely faced anyone like me before.” Another thing that was striking him as odd was that though they wore the same uniform, they came from different social strata.<br/><br/>“Alright cosplay, its your funeral.” “I’m Dekado. And I’m an elf…not a cosplay.” They all blinked. “Dude is in character. I’ll give him that.” Dekado couldn’t really make out if they were mocking him or not. Cosplay didn’t seem to have any connotation of positive or negative in their tone. “What are you studying?” “Stupid assignment for school. We have to figure out what some fossils meant in their lyrics for our teachers favourite song.” Ah, now the uniforms made sense. They all went to the same academy. “Is that what RCSA is…your academy of education?” Some of them looked down at their school crests. “Yeah, Raven City School for the Arts. Our school caters to more of an arts education.” Dekado nodded. An interesting social experiment. The three dogged ruffians must be from a rival lower-class warrior school. He looked at what they were doing. “Are the lyrics in an ancient tongue that makes them difficult to understand?”<br/><br/>There was that stunned silence for a moment and then one of the teen girls came over to sit beside him. She showed him her notebook. “No, its all English. Its just the context of what they were saying. We know all the words but what do they mean? What are they trying to say?” “May I hear this song?” he asked figuring as artists one of them would just sing it out. Instead, they pulled a device from a pouch they work on their back and moved something to his ear. “Holy shit, they feel real!” And then the<span class="bbc_u">song began to play as if by magic.</span>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYPWxymohWs&ab_channel=CiaraVEVO) Perhaps they were technomancers? He listened carefully to Paint it Black. It nearly brought tears to his eyes. “I think I understand this song.” he says. “No way!” “Way.” he says trying to be part of the local slang. They had the lyrics printed out. “Ok…first impressions.” The girl beside him said. “And what is your name?” he asked. “Tiffany.” He never heard that name before. “Very well Tiffany. This song is sung from the point of view of a warrior that has come back from battle. He doesn’t feel he can fit in with the society he has sworn to protect anymore. And clearly there is a person he loved that has perished…it was his last tether and hence the song. He is pouring out his grief.”<br/><br/>Tiffany brightened up. “So the red door is a metaphor for his heart?” Dekado nods and the rest of them, well except for Amber start scribbling. Amber was checking out his sword still strapped to his back. “Is this real?” “Yes, be careful.” “Are you sure about this?” “I have no ideas about some of the references…’ “Like what…the green sea turning a deeper blue?” “No I got that reference. What is a car?” They did another double take and just chalked it up to staying in character. He was fun enough though so they went with it. “Its like a wagon or a carriage that doesn’t need a horse.” Tiffany supplied. “About that stanza ‘<em>No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue, I could not foresee this thing happening to you’</em>…what does that mean?”<br/><br/>“The sea is green at the shore. It turns blue as you head out from the shore. What he is saying here is that his life is one dimensional and shallow with no hope of ever becoming a deeper thing any longer. The last part was about him never perceiving losing his loved one…he fought in war. He understood his own mortality but coming back and losing someone during a time of peace was not something he ever envisioned.” It was then that the sound of something mechanical, a few somethings started nearing. “He is returned.” “You should run dude.” the one with the name Chad emblazoned beneath the Academy’s crest said. “No, they should never have returned. Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” The were about to say that they should go to school, but it was hard not to believe in this elf cosplay. He owned it. Amber tugged at his belt. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”<br/><br/>He knelt by her. “I would like you to look away. I don’t want you to see me this way.” he said and squeezed her shoulder. She figured that he meant getting shot and tried to nod. He approached the bikers as they stopped and settled their mechanical mounts. “Not even going to draw your sword there Legolas?” He was getting really tired of this Legolas fellow. He would have to find him and have a talk with him. “There are laws about killing in this kingdom. I would not like to start my first day here by breaking them.” They pulled out what was clearly a weapon from holsters at their side. They held it like a miniature crossbow. They were bunched up together, used to fighting along side each other. They were clearly not afraid, that would change soon. “I’m going to take that little blond girl and her friends…” and then Dekado was a blur of motion and amongst them. No one had ever seen a jumping spinning hook kick cover over twenty meters in a blink of an eye before. It sent the speaking biker sailing back towards his mount.<br/><br/>Rising up three quick strikes to groin, solar plexus and throat disabled another, throwing him at his rushing friend stopped a third. There was cursing and snarling from the bikers trying to get a bead on him but he kept stepping in front of one of their friends. Grabbing the wrist of the weapon-hand of the fourth, he squeezed, and a crunching sound happened, as the gun fell from his useless hand he kicked it at the head of the last one. Another crunching sound as it smashed some of his teeth in and broke his nose. He looked at the conscious ones. “If I see you again. I will show no mercy and seriously hurt you.” There was no threat or bravado. Simple words making a simple promise. “Amber, Tiffany and the others are under my protection…oh, and tell Legolas he can fuck off. He is giving us a bad name if you have no respect for him.”<br/><br/>Walking back to the teens he tried to smile to show he was no threat to them. They were in some kind of shock. “Maybe you should go to school now. I need to find my friends.” Amber came forward. “Do you have a phone?” He shook his head. “You should get one. Here is my number.” She tore a page out of her book and wrote down some numbers. “I want to see you again.” “I’ll come back here. The rift from my realm opened up somewhere nearby. I need to find it.” he said. Amber shrugged. “So you are going to be in this park in the mornings?” “Some mornings yes.” “Okie dokie then. See you soon…oh and I like your armour, but you may need some new clothes on top of your phone. I think UTalk is offering some kind of special for new users.” Tiffany walked over, he saw the resemblance now. “Here.” she said handing him another page she had just written on. “This is my number. Tell the guy at the kiosk that we brought you on board. You’ll get a discount on the price and they will give me a free month.”<br/><br/>What the fuck is a kiosk? “I’ll look into it. I promise.” he says.