<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dragon Slayer Armor w/ Hooded Cloak<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "Failure is preferable to inaction as long as the effort is made. I look forward to our conversations in the future, Lady Brook." The further they got away from the black city and the deeper they went into the place bathed in dancing lights, the more and more people he started to see. They were dressed in all sorts of ways and had hair and tattoos of all colors and designs. It was like being in Avantasia but on a completely different spectrum. One thing he did notice was that everyone here was a human. He'd seen no Orcs, Halflings, Trolls, Gnomes, Tieflings, etc, etc, etc... Not even any halfbreeds. It was strictly human, so did that mean this city was segregated? Or were there no others like him and his fellow Slayers who weren't fully or even partially human? That wasn't a topic that he felt like tackling at the moment, not when his stomach was so angry. He dwarfed the people walking with and against them, but had memorized the top of Brook's head just in case he lost her in the ever-growing crowd. <br/><br/>Eventually, she told him the place they were going for food was just around the corner, and after rolling the "bike" to a stop, she put some sort of portable lock on it. While she went to handle the vendor, he was dealing with stares from so many passers by. It was like they'd never seen a Goliath or a Hybrid before. While he watched Brook talk to the bartender, he felt a tap on his back, and turned, then looked down at the man who wanted his attention. "Dude, you gotta lift, what's your bench?" Pharon's purple eyes displayed confusion, then he shrugged his shoulders. "I...don't have a personal bench I carry with me. I sit wherever I can," he said with a slightly confused tilt of his head. The man, a bodybuilder with a rather impressive physique compared to anyone else shook his head and flexed his bicep. "No, bro. How <em>strong</em> are you? How much can you lift?" <br/><br/>Realization dawned on him and he enthusiastically nodded his head once he understood. "Ohhhhhh. Well, I don't know for sure. How much do <em>you</em> weigh?" The builder looked himself up and down. "Right now? Shiiid, maybe 250 lean. I got a competition comin' up." Without a word, Pharon lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, then raised him to eye level, then put him back down. "Oh! My new friend Brook seemed to struggle with this <em>bike</em> here. Are bikes considered heavy?" The man was still in awe that he'd just been plucked off the ground like a child by the tallest, most buff guy he'd ever seen in his life, but when he looked down at the cruiser, he saw it was a classic and not light at all. "Not as heavy as a car, but pretty damn heavy. 700 to I dunno, a thousand pounds? Maybe a little more if you deck it out. But there's no way you can pick...up...a...motorcycle like you just did." <br/><br/>The man couldn't believe his eyes when Pharon reached down, grabbed Brook's bike by the back and front end, and then curled it up to his chest, again without any real effort at all. After putting it down, he shrugged. "This weighs nothing compared to a dragon, I'll say that much. Not even as much as a horse if I think about it." The bodybuilder was at this point giddy with joy and nearly dropped his phone as he asked Pharon for a "selfie". He didn't know what that was, but the man explained it was a picture together, so he just said yes even though he didn't know how they were supposed to be painted together right here and now. He kneeled bent down and smiled along with the man, and nearly made a horrifying face when a sudden light blinded him. He kept his calm, and then the man showed him the picture. To his surprise, it was more vivid and detailed than any painting he'd ever seen. <br/><br/>After that, the man asked him what his "IG" was and that he'd tag and follow him. Pharon could only shrug, and the guy figured it was part of his whole deal, then scampered off to tell his gym buddies what he'd just seen. Brook returned soon and led him to a table, but before he sat down, he took a look at the chair and decided to not sit right away. He snapped his fingers, and a barely perceptible purple glow enveloped him for a few moments. When it faded away, he took a seat and didn't turn it into a pancake since he'd lowered his weight. This sort of thing happened so much back in Avantasia that he was happy he was blessed with gravity magic. A server came out with two ice-cold beers and he could smell the hops. It was like no beer he'd ever smelled and he very much wanted to drink, but before he did he bowed his head in Brook's direction.<br/><br/> "My thanks again for the meal and the drink." His new friend said she hoped he wasn't picky, and that if he didn't finish this meal then she'd be out on the street. That made what he did next seem insensitive, but only until he explained. He laughed loudly. That same, deep, rolling thunder of a laugh from before. Then he picked up his beer and drained it nearly as soon as it touched his lips. "Gods that's tasty. But no, I'm not picky. I grew up in the jungle so we had to eat what we could. But one of the few things I excel at...<em>is</em> eating. Your home will still be yours once I finish. How many plates do I get by the way? I'm <em>ravenous</em> and would like as much as they can possibly give me at once. I don't want to waste time waiting for more food."<br/></span><br/>