<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">This was worse! This was so much fucking worse! Now she had a fucking <em>front</em> row seat to <em>that</em>! A Dragon! A real, real angry motherfucking dragon. “Dude!” the mechanic exclaimed as her passenger abruptly <em>catapulted</em> himself out of the sun roof as she continued to swerve the Escalade in reverse. That seemed bad. This all seemed very, <em>very</em> bad. What in the fuck was he gonna do outside the — <em>Oh fuckity fuck FUCK</em>. First there was a bright flame, high in the sky, no a… spear, and then the Dragon tried to eat him, and the fuck was he walking through fire? Reese slammed on the breaks, about a block away from… impossibility. <br/><br/>They were fighting. The dragon and the guy formerly <em>drooling</em> in the back of the Escalade were actually fighting. The dragon dwarfed him, but damn, the Dude was like a flaming ballerina and not only was he throwing hits, but he was landing them, with that spear, fire, <em>weapon</em> thing! <em>Ew gross blood</em>. Lots of blood. All over that building from the Dragon. <em>Guts and stuff.</em> Reese could feel her pulse rising. She should… stay in the car. Yep, seemed like a good — holy <em>fuck</em> the car was shaking from near tornado erupting from the Dragon’s wings. How was he staying so close to the… And the thing… And the other thing… “FUCK OFF!” Reese gasped in two big breaths as the Dragon suddenly <em>rose</em> in the air and unleashed molten <em>lava</em> breath all over the Dude. All Reese could see outta the windshield was fire. It was hot. She was <em>sweating</em>. And he was dead. Dude was so dead there was no way he wasn’t dead. <em>Drive away now, drive away now Reese!</em><br/><br/>But then… a <em>blip</em>. Maybe her wide grey eyes were imagining it, but there was a shape in the lava, a white hot way amongst the flames. Holy shit. Oh that Dragon fucked with the <em>wrong</em> badass now. He was gonna… He was gonna… “Mmm…” Reese gulped inward and hunched her shoulders forward as the Dragon’s head exploded in flames from the Dragon Killer’s impossible, badassery. It was so gross. So <em>gross</em>. Whatever Reese thought a Dragon’s head exploding would look like, this was way more visceral. And wild. And cool, in a flabbergasting way. Was this what happened in the garage with Jake?<br/><br/>Hell incarnate was now <em>glaring</em> back at her. She put the Escalade in drive and moved it slowly towards the edge of the dragon’s spit destruction, before parking it and rolling the Driver’s side window down with a button.<br/><br/>“Okay, <em>okay</em>! Look! Hear me out! I <em>know</em>,” Reese emphasized in agreement from across the bubbling pavement, “that coulda totally fucking backfired on me but, BUT! It didn’t!” She hopped out of the Escalade, leaving the Driver’s side door open to the hot, residual wind. “It didn’t!” They were all fine. Or <em>alive</em> at least. He miraculously seemed alive, or alive enough to <em>glare</em> at her, and she seemed alive, and the car seemed… perfect. It had fucking worked perfect. Well, except for the no seatbelts thing. She deserved a rather <em>familiar</em> glare for that. Literally everything else around her, especially the melted, bubbling pavement near her yellow converse and the headless, bloody dragon carcass nearby, was wondrous as <em>shit</em> but that glare was the same. She’d gotten <em>that</em> glare from her parents, her siblings, her teachers and definitely most of the govermentarians in Raven City whenever she did something, admittedly, risky. But when <em>that</em> was happening — when a dragon was attacking the Escalade — all Reese could think to do was drive <em>faster</em>. Drive faster indeed. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline pumping through her veins she would be freaking the fuck out. Or ralphing her entire blue raspberry breakfast slushy all over the Escalade.<br/><br/><em>  Enjoy the high while it lasted.</em><br/><br/>She looked at the fierce Dragon Killer from across the melted road and swallowed, also figuring why he kept his face covered, something that Jake the Kid forgot to mention or perhaps didn’t know about, and then began to <em>inch</em> her way towards him on foot, along the narrow parts of the sidewalk and road that weren’t scorched and dangerous. She passed a lot of those parked cars. The ones that the… <em>creature</em> hadn’t demolished with horrifying ease, and even the ones she had crunched were now in metallic puddles, soldered to the tar on the ground. But Reese had another idea. <br/><br/>"And look, I was <em>right</em> in that you wanted the sun roof open to attack the…” Dragon. Just say dragon. But she couldn’t. Not yet, not aloud. “That <em>thing</em>. I just miscalculated your <em>means</em> of attack. Most of the fire powered weapons we, uh, boring humans have are like…” Reese knew next to nothing about combat. Except for what she’d seen in some old timey movies of course. She started peering at each sunken vehicle she passed, looking for something as she kept calling to him from across the literal tar pond. “… Tanks, or high powered rifles I guess, maybe even bazookas… They are all made to fire off in enclosed spaces from a distance. But <em>you</em>… Your weaponry doesn’t work like that, I gotcha now, Dude. You <em>are</em> the fire power.” Nothing yet. Most of the doors had melted shut anyway. There had to be something she could use. She kept looking, like a hound sniffing desperately for a bone, as she slowly, carefully inched around the edge of the fiery destruction. Her toes were <em>warm</em> in her yellow converse. “<em>Legit</em>. You need closer proximity to a target, preferably one of <em>those</em>…” Nope, nope, nope. Still not gonna say dragon aloud, not today. “And, AND! A lotta fucking wide open space because your fire emanates outward from within you… Or something.” Maybe… Damn it. The bike was only an inch tall now, it's wheels completely and literally fried. Did the driver leave their gear?  “I mean, it was hard to tell in all the flames and lava and scary shit what was happening but, BUT! if you woulda have stayed in the Escalade to attack… <em>It</em>, both the car and I would be dead and roasted marshmallows.” Reese looked around frantically, about fifteen feet from the Dragon Killer before turning around and beaming. When she stood, she had something round and black in her hands. “I understand that, you know,” the mechanic carefully <em>skipped</em> towards him, finally getting to the other side of the street, and the other side of the battle, “<em>now</em>. You’re a good person… er, a good superhero’d person?” <br/><br/>She tucked the round object behind her back as she looked at him. His eyes and armor (oh it was definitely armor now) were different too, and very intimidating. Standing next to him was like standing next to a campfire, but it didn’t smell as good. Actually everything just stank real awful like smoke and burnt flesh. For a moment, Reese said nothing, and just bit her bottom lip, knowing that he’d saved her and and her pretty good career and shit. It was like standing beside a celebrity. <em>Awkward. Awkward. Awkward.  </em><br/><br/>“Hey, look, I’m <em>real</em> sorry about your scarf. Being inside an inferno hurricane like that looked like it <em>fucking</em> sucked. Besides that, is the rest of you… okay?” She rocked back and forth on the heels of her yellow converse, clearly wanting to ask him more than <em>just</em> that, before holding out the motorcycle helmet from behind her back as a peace offering. <br/><br/>Not the <em>best</em> option for a new facial cover, but she didn’t have anything else at the moment that would fit him, or that beastly jaw line. “Look I’m not the greatest listener on the planet but I…” her unread text messages suddenly chimed in her pocket. Her phone was apparently pissed off at her mad driving skills as well. God fucking damn it. “Everyone has their own fucking flaws. I’m Reese.”</span>