DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]
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				Title: <strong>DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-05-2022, 21:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><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> 2 April 2050, 8PM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District &gt; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Just earlier today, Pharon had met an amazing man called Oslow Goodborne. He was kind, generous, funny...and he made <em>AMAZING</em> food. After saving his life and being repaid with some of the best food he'd had since landing on "Earth" the day before. And to make things even better, Pharon had gotten so excited that he practically begged Oslow to let him cook for the older man in return. After trying his cuisine, Oslow was astounded that someone so freakishly strong was also such a damn good chef. He ended up hiring the Slayer on the spot, and Pharon had been there for the rest of the day, cooking up a storm as the truck drove around the city. After the city tour was over and the streets began getting more dangerous, Oslow drove them back to the Catty-Wampus restaurant and parked the truck in it's designated spot.<br><br>After that, he was given a tour of the restaurant and asked if he could finish out his shift for the day so their regulars could get used to the new tourist attraction that was an impossibly tall, superhumanly strong man that could put away more food in an afternoon than a Bull, and could give Wolfgang Puck a run for his money. He had happily acquiesced and was now stood behind the grill, so tall that people coming up to the window needed him to bend down just so they could see his face. Despite the heat, despite the fast pace, despite the chaos of a restaurant...Pharon <em>loved</em> every single second. It reminded him of home when he and others would be cooking to feed the entire village and the entire time they were in front of the fire it was this, loving madness that could only be found in a kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp;The challenge of making good food and getting people to like it was an amazing one, and something he always enjoyed putting himself up to. And now he could do that, while being paid enough to help Brook? He considered that a double win. Oslow was simply astounded, and stood off to the corner watching his newest addition to the kitchen cooking up a storm, and how his total package was putting butts in seats at a higher rate than they'd seen anywhere outside of the tourist season. He definitely had found a diamond in the rough, and was so, so happy he did. "Order up!" Pharon's deep voice boomed out from the kitchen, and the rumble reverberated within everyone in the restaurant, causing the entire place to get quiet for a few moments, and then erupt with laughter at the power of his voice and the surprise it had for all of them.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>16-05-2022, 03:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/67/98/78/6798780dd00c933ae33495bd01bf7cf7--cute-guys-sexy-guys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See pic.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill, Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sashiko and Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> We're here~<br><hr>Brett had been in the city for a while, and out of all the restaurants he had visited, none were like the Catty-Wampus. If it wasn’t for a meetup happening with other Dragon Slayers, then he didn’t think he’d ever eat there. He had sampled some of their food at the food trucks that often stopped by around campus, which had been good enough for him. The restaurant was often packed with tourists, and he liked getting his food without too long of a wait. Especially, now that Sashiko was with him. He remembered how annoyed she got at the Golden Peach. If only she could have been calm and cheery like Poppy (minus the caffeine).<br><br>Brett entered the restaurant’s lobby and tilted his head to gaze passed a few shoulders of patrons requesting a seat. He sighed in exasperation and shared his thoughts with Sashiko and Poppy, “I hope that someone got here earlier than us and got us a seat.”<br><br>There was nothing like waiting on two women to get ready. Two women not from this world made things a little longer. He had no right to comment. He had worn Earth clothes his whole life while the different outfits still might have been new and interesting to the…<em>aliens?</em> Were they aliens? They came from another dimension and not exactly space. It might have still counted.<br><br>Once he reached the front, he had expected to be told to take a seat and wait for a table that will be ready in “x” minutes, but one was already ready for them. His brows rose and he looked at Sashiko and Poppy sharing his disbelief. “I can’t believe my ears.”<br><br>“This way,” the waitress beckoned, leading them to a table long enough for their eventual party.<br><br><em>Here we go. Meeting other people with Dragon Slayers. I hope they’re just as average as me…and mature,</em> he mused. It would have been awkward to meet some random kid who had a lost Dragon Slayer following him or her around. One thing was for sure, finally he had someone who could relate to his situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>16-05-2022, 11:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/6e/d9/646ed9edba44caa8bb33b1c81da38e2e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;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> 2 April 2050, 8PM. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District &gt; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon Draelig, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling a bit more comfortable<br><hr><br>Today had started with some successful experimentation. He awoke in a bed and unlike last night, he didn’t sleep in his armour. It was a good feeling and much nicer on the circulation never mind his personal odor—which was still a problem. Dekado was nothing if not resourceful. He figured out the shower with a bit of trial and error. He didn’t understand shampoo, but soap worked just as well on his hair. <br><br>Feeling clean and fresh, he left the armour and stuck with the gambeson as being less flamboyant then the outer armour. Saying goodbye to his room mates he decided to explore a little and head to the dojo. He was offered a place to teach in the second building. It wasn’t as modern but he liked the bare bones room. It wasn’t how fancy the place was, it was about a teacher being able to pass down what he knew to their students.<br><br>Which reminded him that he needed some students. He went back to the park and looked for the friends he made yesterday. They weren’t there today but he did find some of those gang members as they were called. Feeling that their pecking order had been established he approached them without batting an eye. Unfortunately, they dressed alike but these weren’t the same ones he met yesterday. <br><br>“You’re an idiot. Give me your wallet.” It did not begin well. Perhaps trouble was drawn to him? The speaker casually drew his weapon and waved it around in a threatening way. He had a patch that declared him an ‘Enforcer’. “No.” Dekado said evenly. “However, perhaps you can make up for your rude behaviour by helping me?” <br><br>The enforcer found it funny that he was being spoken back to. “Oh really? And what kind of help do you need?” His subordinates were slowly trying to circle, making sure there was no escape. Dekado grinned. “I’m glad you asked. I’m looking for a place where I can find some students to take my class.” he began. “If you don’t know that…perhaps you can direct me to a good kiosk where I can get a cellphone.” <br><br>The Hound of Lillith found this idiot amusing. “You want to teach flower arranging or something hippie?” More words he needed to understand. “No. I’m not that kind of teacher. I teach people how to defend themselves from those who would prey upon them.” The Hound of Lillith eyed the jeweled necklace Dekado wore. “So if I taught you a lesson about fighting, then you would have to pay me?” Dekado shrugged and nodded. “I’ve been doing this a very long time, but you could be something new under the sun.” <br><br>Arrogance often got one killed. It was like a signal to attack. The two who were trying to be surreptitious about moving into place on either side of him didn’t go for anything fancy, just tried to restrain him by grabbing his shoulders. Dekado looked at the shit eating grin on the biker’s face and smiled in return. “However, if I teach you something, I will be expecting payment for my services.” <br><br>That brought an eruption of laughter. They had his shoulders but not his arms. A simple hammer fist to the femur on either side of him had those two crumple in pain. As their leader raised the gun to shoot, Dekado slapped it out of his hand and then slapped him in the face hard. “I am not a …hippie. I’m not sure what that is but you used it in an offensive manner.” he informed the man slapping him again. The biker began to see stars as he felt his teeth loosen in his mouth.<br><br>He feinted for the face bringing the mans arms up in front to block, so he grabbed the biker’s ears. “If pull now, you loose these.” He had to give it to the biker, he punched Dekado on the ribs. Dekado headbutted the biker breaking his nose. “Now I want my money for your lessons. Give me your wallets.” <br><br>He had drawn a bit of a crowd. Everyone liked watching a biker get his ass handed to him. They thought it was some kind of demonstration after he explained he was looking for students. A number of them followed him back to the dojo. After the first class a few even helped him get a phone and some new clothes with his new found money. He contacted everyone asking if they were going to show up to the gather.<br><br>There was a gathering tonight so he showed up. “Greetings Pharon.” he said seeing the large man. “The food smells amazing?” he compliments the half giant. “How do you like my new attire? Do you think it suits me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>17-05-2022, 07:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br>Getting dressed was hard. Picking from all of her new outfits and articles, all new combinations and looks and feels... It was hard. Heading out for the evening with her friends, to go meet the other Dragonslayers that had been ejected from their home, and found each other in this new one. A black hoodie, with holes for her ears cut out. She was told this might help her go unnoticed, just a little bit longer. Something about anime fans or kemononomimi-whatevers, most of it went over Sashiko's head when it was told to her. But, cutting holes in a hoodie was easily understood enough. Then, shorts and thigh-high stockings. They were a favorite in her home world, and they seemed to be popular in this world as well. She had only just learned of this powerful tool, a sort of magical world, tapped in to by their magical glowing devices, this internet. She had started doing a little research on it, but she hadn't gone too far. Besides, it was hard to use.<br><br>So, she went with Poppy and Brett, to meet with the others. Sashiko didn't like how busy the restaurant was. It was packed, far more so than the one she had been at just last night... But, if these food establishments were anything alike, Sashiko at least knew that some patience and suffering would be rewarded with a good meal. And, especially spotting the barrel chest of one particular man behind the grill. She couldn't see the face, but she could recognize the man nonetheless. He seemed busy, so she'd greet him later. She followed along with the waiter's direction, heading to the reserved table with Brett. This was more like what she was used to. A spot already chosen for her in a grand feast hall... But, she didn't know any of the other patrons, save for Dekado, who seemed to be vying for Pharon's attention. Him, and the rest of the gawking mortals around the restaurants front counter. "I wonder when the others will get here... Hm. See, that is what I worried about. Pharon's mere existence draws attention, as does mine. It would seem however, that he is not trying to hide it. Or, perhaps he can pass off as being human, unlike me," Sashiko said, keeping it to the table she was sat at. The raucous sounds from the other parts of the restaurant ensured that she would only be understood by those near her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>22-05-2022, 04:20:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958733022386085918/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Wood<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Peaches crop top and cut off shorts (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/571394271485012221/)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 2nd 2050|8:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus | Oriental district<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett| Sashiko| Pharon| Dekado ~<br><strong>Content:</strong> Food and friends &lt;3<br><hr><br>How exciting!<br>Truthfully Poppy had yet to come to terms with just how potentially long of a process it would be to seek out her fellow Dragon slayers, the understood notion being that they would all had been transported in remotely the same area; but there had been no guarantee that was fact. From what Brett described Earth was a massive collection of so many different regions and even continents, that the strange circumstance of being flung from their home could have very well been the start of a serious of unfortunate events. Thankfully Gaia seemed to be on their side however as some background musing shuffled the once lost slayers to now be a more <em>lost</em> group, the fae pleased to bits as she could barely contain herself! <br><br>With her comrades all together once more there was little doubt they’d figure a way back to their home world, although that in itself did bring some curious thoughts in itself. Earth, more particularly Raven City, was an oddly curious little realm with such fascinating sights and wonders, the likes that Poppy felt they had only barely skimmed the surface to uncovering it all. It would be a thought that tucked itself in the back of her mind however, the light hum teasing at the fae’s smiling features as the obvious skip in her step noted just how delighted she currently felt- even in the god forsaken shoes- again.<br><br>Having studied traveling strangers and ‘people watching’ as Brett called it, Poppy had attempted to throw herself more into the various styles of fashion as she could. Showering had been an experience in itself, much less the aspect of an magical hot spring that blew out hot air in one’s hand but she managed with some trial and error. The fluffy mane of her sunset locks only seemed to bounce all the more with even a hint of strawberry; what a concept! Choosing an actual outfit had taken far longer than the actual bathing had, having spied Shiko’s casual attire as Poppy tried to match the same…vibe? The word was still a bit of a mystery but she had overheard it while being out and about. The crop top with printed peaches however looked too cute not to want to show off, pairing it with some shorts as the slayer found it less cumbersome than the dress she had worn previously. The shoes were still a pain, and Poppy had tried to throw a fit, but eventually relented albeit still sour over the matter.<br><br>That sourness had long disappeared however as they approached the restaurant that it was said a giant of a man was manning the grill, the knowing smirk growing across her features. Of course Pharon would find himself center of attention, much less surrounded by food at that, the warrior seemed to gravitate towards such even in their own realm. Bouncing lightly on her heels beside the pair in her group, Poppy tried to peek around Brett’s shoulders, the curious thing of a wait and table saving earning a light blink from the fae.”Mhm I suppose such depends on who made the gathering…” Poppy mused in thought, had the gathering been her own idea certainly reserving a table would have been the last thing on her mind.<br><br>Thankfully such wasn’t her idea as the hostess lead them towards the back, Poppy doing her best to keep from running ahead as she visibly seemed to bubble. Spotting the blonde elf nearly sent the slayer the ounce on him, although given how busy the restaurant was, she felt it wasn’t completely appropriate; she didn’t want to make a scene after all. Instead she’d take a seat only to sit on her knees to make herself a tad taller, frantically waving her hand towards Pharon and Dekado, while keeping her excited little flower blooms forms erupting in her hair. Sashiko’s concerns however would get a light nudge of her shoulder against the girl’s own, giving a giggly sound as she cooed. ”Nonsense Shiko, you look just as passable as any other. I believe you are ‘giving vibes’?” Poppy smirked, bright eyes flickering towards the entrance from where they had come, as she too wondered when the others would join them. ”Hopefully not terribly long, I am utterly excited to see us all in good spirits.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>31-05-2022, 03:59:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/89/77/628977b3326b7702c5ac65f17feced53.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olena Stormseed<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Water<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> modestly conservative yet cute (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/fb/6f/11fb6feaade20d898b5fe4300f5ec4d1.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 2, 2050 | 8:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Slipping in unnoticed? <br><hr><br>There was still a lot to take in, still processing everything that happened since her arrival. Meeting one of her fellow dragon slayers and finding a place to call home, for now. Life was strange, new, partially exciting, and scary at the same time. She hadn't really been able to register the feelings she was kept locked away deep inside, attempting to keep only a neutral expression with her fellow comrades in Dekado and Des. This was in order for her to stay as grounded as possible while she learned how to navigate her new beginnings. <br><br>She had been quiet for the most part only engaging when she had something to say. Keeping to herself and gathering as much information as she could humanly possible about Raven City. It's culture. She had found comfort in the Oriental district, using the money she had gathered with the help of Reese and searching for clothes that would help her blend it. Reese had been a wonderful host and Olena was glad to be living with a woman and not simply the other two men. She had learned a lot from Reese, taking in as much as she could, and having all her questions answered when possible (if they could be answered). She noticed a lot of stares as she walked around with an armor-plated chest, tall armored heeled boots, a shirt, and two large swords at her side. She opted for the gathering to wear something comfortable, modest, and feminine. Allowing herself to blend in amongst the females. She bought a strap and fastened it around the sheath of her swords finding it easier to carry them around on her back and no one giving her much of a second look. Her hat was left back at her place of stay as she allowed her long sable tresses to freely fall past her shoulders stopping just at her mid-back. She pulled open the door and entered the Catty-Wampus.<br><br>Entering at the loud sound of laughter, which caught her off guard. Her mind came to full attention at the atmosphere the place had brought her. It was different. Everything was. Letting the door close gently behind her, her lavender eyes scanned the room for the largest table where she soon spotted most of her friends...and new faces. <br><br>Making her way to her the table, finding a vacant seat she pulled it out for herself and sat down. Her swords came off her back and she rested it gently against the side of her chair where it was close. Having it close gave her such great relief. When it was not near she somehow managed to feel anxious. She did not speak as conversations were happening and instead phased into the background to listen in to the chatter of Poppy and Sashiko.&nbsp; Did she mention how good it was to see everyone? <br><br>It truly was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>01-06-2022, 20:58:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill | Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cool and The Gang<br><strong>Content:</strong> All the cool girls skateboard ya'll</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The yellow wheels of her skateboard <em>whirled</em> down the glowing, evening side-streets of the Oriental District as Reese rode it to Catty-Wampus. She’d been to their food truck before, as it was <em>uno</em>, fucking delicious, and <em>duo</em>, it hopped around the city as much as she did. But she’d never been to the actual restaurant. The skateboard, while (hopefully) cool, was also a solution to many of her problems.<br><br>If she got drunk, she didn’t have to leave a vehicle behind. <br><br>If she ran into trouble, she could… bargain with it, somehow.<br><br>And if the other Dragon Slayer’s weren’t apt for conversation and wanted to learn a new trick, she could break the ice with an ollie. Though Reese had many things she wanted to converse about. Fuck, she probably shoulda made a list. Or two. <br><br><em>Magnets.</em> Were the Dragon Slayers as magnetic as she suspected? Magical portals could hypothetically go anywhere, at least according to Hollywood and yet they all ended up here, in the same city, on the same Earth, in the same timeline. And she had met three of them within twenty-four hours, within blocks of her loft. That seemed… to matter. Like there was some magical, inner workings that she didn’t quite get yet. But she would, eventually. She was determined to. If she had to deal with motherfucking dragons, she at least wanted to learn something useful… Like, now that the Dragon Slayers were together again, were they gonna stay in Raven City? Or was another mystical portal gonna open up? And if it did, would she go inside of it too?<br><br>Reese skidded through the doors of the Catty-Wampus restaurant on her skateboard a bit too fast, tripped over the lip of the door, and almost ended up on her ass in front of the hostess. “Fuck, sorry, <em>so</em> sorry, really shoulda gotten off before I went through the doorway, huh?” One hand ran over the back of her neck awkwardly, while the other caught her skateboard in one hand and hide it behind her back like a <em>proper</em> adult lady. The hostess eyed her with glittering makeup and flawless fake eyelashes that made Reese fucking blush. God damn it. “Yeah, sorry, again, but I’m the one who called ahead for a more secluded table for a strange group of folks…”<br><br>  There were <em>eight</em> people in Reese’s family growing up. You always called ahead, for two reasons. One, you would never get one table for <em>eight</em>, and two, eight people never got outta the house at the same time. Though, Reese really thought tonight’s meal would just end up bein’ her, Dekado, Olena and Destrian. But then again… <em>magnets</em>. Strange forces in the universe. <br><br>  And <em>there</em> was the look of familiar annoyance, this time from the hostess. <em>Obviously, Reese should not have brought a skateboard into a nice restaurant.</em> She also probably shoulda dressed up rather than jeans and a plaid shirt, but hey, if a dragon appeared she wanted to be able to run, or hide, or fucking do something. The admittedly cute hostess didn’t appear to care about Dragons. Weird times, man, weird times. “Oh <em>good</em>." <br><br>The mechanic <em>beamed</em> with glee as the table was not only big, and in the quieter back, but also full of other… people. And some she didn’t even <em>recognize</em> — which meant <em>magnets</em>, and magic, and multitudes&nbsp; of possibilities. “Yo, uh, <em>everyone</em>, I’m Reese,” her name was interrupted by the sound of Velcro as she removed her elbow pads, “and oh, a round of sparkling water please, and a tequila shot for me.” Reese collapsed in a chair next to Brett, swinging her skateboard into her lap.<br><br>  “Dudes,” the mechanic then wasted no fucking time, resting her hands on the big table and leaning in close, her many ear piercings glinting in the lights of Catty-Wampus, “just gotta say up front, I didn’t see a single motherfucking dragon on the way here, so we should be cool for a little bit.” Her eyebrows arched with a knowing nod.</span>  
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-06-2022, 00:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/67/98/78/6798780dd00c933ae33495bd01bf7cf7--cute-guys-sexy-guys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See pic.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill, Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sashiko, Poppy, Olena, Reese, Dekado (M), and Pharon (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ice Breaking!<br><hr>Brett had been watching the rest of the restaurant, studying what kind of tourists were present at the Catty-Wampus. His brown eyes trailed over to Poppy, watching her wave in a certain direction. His attention shifted there next, and his brows near rose into his hairline when he saw a fair man—too fair to be human—and the torso of someone working the grill.<br><br>“Who the hell is that?” Brett uttered aloud his thoughts. He then looked at Sashiko and Poppy. “Are those your friends?”<br><br>They had to be. No one was that large and no one had that otherworldly, pretty boy look. He didn’t care what kind of makeup was out there. Nobody walked around with that look and ears like that. He then overheard Sashiko’s remark. Was she…upset? Brett wasn’t sure how to comment. Thankfully, Poppy had handled it, saying something to try and cheer her up.<br><br><em>I hope this night goes well</em>, Brett thought. He then noticed a woman who silently sat down at their table. He stared at Olena for a few seconds before his eyes darted to Poppy and then Sashiko, wondering if they knew her—because he surely didn’t. Glancing back to Olena, he leaned back, gazing under the table at her armored heels. <em>Yep; she was a Dragon Slayer.</em><br><br>It was funny how easy it was to spot Dragon Slayers now that he was acquainted with their mannerisms or lack thereof. He smiled at Olena and introduced himself, “Hello. My name’s Brett. You must be here for our…group; talk; thing.” Whatever they were trying to call it. He assumed that either Poppy and Sashiko knew her, or vice versa.<br><br>Following the arrival of the quiet one was the boisterous one.<br><br><strong>Yo, uh, <em>everyone</em>, I’m Reese.</strong><br><br>“Yo…” Brett greeted back, his voice trailing off as he quickly scrutinized Reese. She didn’t have weird ears or wore strange clothes. She had to be a human, or he was becoming lousy at his Dragon Slayer guessing game. “My name’s Brett.”<br><br>He wasn’t sure she heard him through the Velcro noise. Oh well. She sat right next to him, and Brett stared down at the skateboard she placed in her lap. Why did she bring a skateboard to a restaurant? Who does that? <del>Dragon Slayer</del>. No; she was human. Just…maybe the weird kind.<br><br>At Reese’s mannerisms, Brett’s face went blank when she mentioned the dragons. Who the heck was this kid? Well, she clearly had seen dragons so that broke that ice. Brett informed, “We didn’t see any either. I guess this is what we’re going to be talking about now. It still feels weird. I never would have imagined to be sitting here, talking about dragons with a group of strangers. Even ones from somewhere else.”<br><br>He then looked at Olena, Dekado, Pharon’s chest, and then Reese. “So uh…” How was he to say this without making the Dragon Slayers sound like pets or kids. “Have you met…any…Dragon Slayers…lately?” It was going to take a few minutes and maybe a few drinks for him to get comfortable talking about a subject that would have a person in the medical hospital.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2022, 17:59:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958733022386085918/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Wood<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Peaches crop top and cut off shorts (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/571394271485012221/)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 2nd 2050|8:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus | Oriental district<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett| Sashiko| Pharon| Dekado | Olena| Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Food and friends &lt;3<br><hr><br><br>Perched on her knees to give herself a tad bit more height as she waved excitedly towards the other two males within the Dragon slayer squad, Brett’s eventual glancing and subsequent surprise made the fae smirk to herself a bit; she supposed they did stand out a bit in the grand scheme of things. Well at least compared to the rest of the humans went, although they themselves varied so greatly to start with. With Brett’s growing expertise though it seemed picking odd ones out of the crowd was latent talent, the red head turning lightly to offer a giggle before nodding happily. ”Indeed our fellow slayers, it seems Pharon is enjoying himself greatly~”Poppy mused, giving a small tilt of her head as she tapped her chin. ”I am certain I stated not all slayers within our realm are like myself or Shiko, Dekado hails from Elven origins, as Pharon is one of a mighty tribe.”Shed explain gently, giving the side of her head a light touch as her tapered ears had been artfully covered with the expansive fluff of her crimson tresses. With Shiko’s uncertain of ‘passing’ as the others could Poppy was determined to remind her friend such was not the case, dainty fingers soon snatching the strange electrical device from her fellow slayer before she gave it a few taps.<br><br>It was….determined… that Poppy wouldn’t <del>be trusted</del> have a need for such a device, although her curious nature had led her to figuring out one aspect of it that she truly enjoyed. The camera app swiped, after memorizing its icon of course, Poppy lifted the phone easily to wrangle herself to peek over Shiko’s shoulder, posing for a picture as the glittering heart filter found their faces. Of course Shiko would not be the only victim as Poppy had not made a verbal attempt to speak to Olena, rather using the stealth of the table to bring a vine to scoot Olena’s chair closer until she too was within frame.<br>”To being reunited with my dearest friends~ say cow’s milk!” Poppy cooed, hugging the slayers as she saddled in the middle, the look in her cheery features far more elated than she had been in some time.<br><br>It was just truly wonderful to be amongst her dear friends.<br><br>Snapping the picture Poppy soon relinquished the device back to Shiko, her bubbly demeanor still running high as she turned to Olena to gush over her attire. ”You look absolutely delightful Lena, it is wonderful to see you once more- even if you still insist to sneak in.”The fae teased happily, hugging her fellow slayer as she had Shiko upon first reuniting. Her attention would be briefly taken by the appearance of what Poppy could only guess was another human, talking far more freely and odd than Brett did; although he too had some weird words to start with. The skateboard in particular was a curious thing as the fae blinked before offering a cheery smile towards Reese, she spoke of dragons which as from what Brett stated, wasn’t a normal thing. So obviously she was brought here by a fellow slayer, the fae glancing around a moment to count before her pouty lips puffed. ”It is most pleasant to make your acquaintance Reese, tell me, are you like Brett with a slayer tagging along?” Poppy cooed, noticing there was still one slayer still missing out of their group. Though it was difficult to say if he would attend to such, even after being flung to a new world. He was a grump like that though.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>09-06-2022, 01:27:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br>It was good to see that everyone was doing well, at least. Finding a spot in this world, in their own ways. Sashiko had been getting distracted by her phone briefly, when it was snatched out of her hands by Poppy. "Hey!" Sashiko started to grumble, but knew that she would get it back soon enough. Dragged and hugged together with Poppy and Olena so the fairy could snag a picture of all three of them. Sashiko tried to smile, but her forcing it just ended up looking nervous. Sashiko took the phone back, fussing over it's black glassy screen. Cleaning off the little smudges it had gotten by rubbing it against her sweater. She looked back at the others, switching between Poppy and Olena, and Brett and the new girl talking, called Reese. She had an interesting way of talking. Sashiko gave a little wave at Robin, and said "Pleased to meet you" briefly. Sashiko wasn't good with strangers, but, she would likely come to see Reese as more than just another stranger, if she was friends with a Dragon Slayer, like Brett was.<br><br>"It's surprising still, how easy it is to get fine quality clothes... So easy, and so many styles that it seems any outfit was handcrafted just for it's wearer. Ah. To say, I think it looks nice too," Sashiko said, giving a slight smile to Olena. She thinks back then, to the picture the three shared in, taken by Poppy. Tapping her phone a few times to show the picture to Olena. "This little thing is quite amazing. I've found many strange things while scouting this device. From Brett, I heard about a... realm? Where people share a lot of these pictures... Sometimes, people will even pay Ravens to see each other nude or nearly so. Like a Whorehouse or brothel, but you cannot touch, only look. Isn't that strange?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-06-2022, 03:05:26</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-06-2022, 17:37:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><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> 2 April 2050, 8PM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District &gt; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena, Poppy, Dekado, Reese, Brett, Sashiko<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Even through the salivating aroma of the food sizzling on the grills, Pharon smelled his friends coming into the establishment. It probably sounded strange to a non-slayer, but with their enhanced senses, they had ways of sensing and communicating with each other that normal people couldn't really comprehend. Reaching his hand forward, he gripped the sliding metal door that closed the kitchen off from the main restaurant and opened it as far as it would go so Dekado could look him in the eyes as he spoke. The Light Slayer complimented his food, which always put a smile on Pharon's face. Then he asked how he looked, causing the half-Goliath to look him up and down and whistle as he took in his garments. "Many thanks for the compliment, but just wait until you get a taste of it.&nbsp; And it doth appear to me that the humble Elf has dressed himself in the manner and finery of a Noble Lord!"<br><br>His laugh bellowed through the establishment, then he nodded down at his friend and gave a fancy bow. "You wear it well, brother, although I will admit it's strange to not see you in flowing robes and armor like an Elven General on the battlefield. Be careful or the humans will get jealous when all of their women...and a fair few men try to gain your attention and favor." He spent the next few minutes cooking and watching the others file into the restaurant and head toward the back where the table his group had reserved was. He knew all of his friends favorites and figured it had been long enough since they'd had them. So not only did he cook them their favorite meals from back home, he also whipped up some new and exciting new dishes for them and their kindly Handler friends to try as well. <br><br>He'd been cooking for hours to have everything ready by the time they arrived, and after maybe ten or fifteen minutes, Pharon exited the kitchen and came out wielding two massive circular serving trays with all of the food and sides expertly placed upon them. "Coming through," he spoke in a normal, yet deep and rumbling voice that kept people out of his way...more for their own sake than his really as bumping into Pharon while walking was like trying to stop a car from going forward. "My friends! It always makes me smile to see you in good spirits! And to my new friends who were so kind as to help us and take us in when we were at our lowest...I hope this meal serves as a small token of our shared gratitude." He had one tray (https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/hand-held-bbq-favorites-picture-id694189032?b=1&amp;k=20&amp;m=694189032&amp;s=170667a&amp;w=0&amp;h=zJHj7JtflmILJMxE136xyP9tA-z2cqvREoMYr1Pxbkg=) in his left hand, and the other (https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/bbq-feast-picture-id694177338?s=612x612) in his right, and as he bent down seemingly to place the trays, the other Slayers might've been ready for what he was about to do, but their human friends and anyone new to the restaurant probably didn't. <br><br>With a shout, he heaved all the food off the trays and up into the air. As they went up, he "caught" them with his powers, then deftly maneuvered the individual plates so they landed perfectly in front of their intended recipients, with the meals for everybody square in the center of the table. "I've prepared meat, chicken, fish, and vegetarian options," he explained as he pointed out what food was where. <br><br>"I apologize to our hosts if it offends, but I'm still new to this world and I haven't mastered the secret of <em>freeing the gluten</em> yet as they say, but Oslow says I'm close to figuring it out." With his party here, that meant Pharon could take a break, so he went and got his specially reinforced chair and brought it over to the table so he could sit with the others, but not before hugging all of his fellow Slayers(and not crushing bone because he could definitely control his strength) and very softly patting the shoulders of the humans who welcomed them. "It's so good to see everybody except...where's <em>Destrian</em>? I've been cooking all day, but I don't smell smoke and nothing's on fire so clearly he's not around," he said with a grin as he teased their most stern and solitary member. The Flame Slayer was a grumpy pants with a heart of gold...sometimes. But Pharon loved him as dearly as all his fellow Slayers and anyone who messed with him, or any of them, was a dead man walking.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>14-06-2022, 20:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:20 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill (Leaving) &gt; Streets of the Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon, Brett, Destrian, mentioning everyone else<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to solve a problem, it's fine</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Reese had always been bad at listening. <em>Everyone</em> was bad at something, and Reese was bad at listening. When she was a kid, and she started elementary school, her eldest brother told her she had to at least listen for other’s <em>names</em>. Names were important, Elvis said, because they meant she could make friends. And while Reese learned the names of all of her classmates, she only came home with other things she made — paintings, sculptures, stories, childlike inventions — but never any other kids. Even now, she supposed she spent the majority of her free time <em>alone</em> in Raven City. It… She didn’t used to think about it so much. And now that the Dragon Slayer’s were mostly back together… well, this <em>had</em> been one of her many, working theories.<br><br>  Once the Dragon Slayers found each other again, she — and any other helpful humans — would become less… <em>helpful</em>. From what she had gathered so far, they had been a team to be reckoned with, back in… Back in… <em>Wherever</em> it was called. They certainly didn’t need Earth humans (and least of all an impulsive mechanic) to aid them against dragons and their dragon bullshit. And, they certainly didn’t need an Earth <em>babysitter</em> either. Or at least, Reese wasn’t about to be anyone’s fucking babysitter. “Dude!” the mechanic exclaimed excitedly as the giant-like chef set down a <em>plethora</em> — and, though she had never described anything as a plethora, this was definitely a fucking plethora — of hot, aromatic, sizzling food and grease. “This looks bomb as fuck! Even better than your epic-ly drool worthy food truck, <em>yum</em>, Brett,” Reese’s sparkling grey eyes darted to the only other human at the table, the only one who seemed to both <em>recognize</em> and <em>judge</em> the weirdo skateboard in her lap, the only other new face who had given her their <em>name</em>, “make sure our magical guests tip super well.” And then, as if to speak to everyone wondering and joking about Destrian, who was technically <em>her</em> responsibility, babysitter be damned, “I’ll go see if there’s anyone else waiting outside.”  <br><br>When the Dragon Slayer’s got back together, they wouldn’t have the same problems as they did before because they weren’t <em>alone</em> anymore. They didn’t need Reese for companionship anymore. At the table, in the back of Catty-Wampus, they were happy, and talkative, and… together, <em>almost</em>. “Thanks ya’ll,” Reese took her shot of tequila and downed it in one gulp as a bartender appeared with the drinks she had ordered, “and those are for them.” She gestured towards the flight of sparkling water. Sparkling water was <em>fun</em>, but safe. The Dragon Slayers were safe here, for the moment. <em>That was what mattered, right?</em> Reese was always happier when she was solving problems <em>anyway</em>, and the problem was not at that table, it was that Destrian was very late. Reese moved past the waiter to the front door of Catty-Wampus, blushing yet again as she passed the pretty, glittery, judgy hostess, and tossed her skateboard onto the sidewalk of the Oriental District. <br><br>She <em>knew</em> that a public, loud restaurant wouldn’t be Destrian’s jam. But she had tried, because she also <em>knew</em> just how badly he wanted to meet the rest of them again, the rest of the Dragon Slayers. So she had requested a table at the back, after dinner time rush, and had brought headphones in her pocket for when the fiery Dragon Slayer eventually showed up. As <em>Eeyore</em> like as Destrian was, when she had met him yesterday after he’d saved her actual dumb ass, he’d only wanted to find his… <em>what did he say?</em> Comrades. He had said comrades. She road her skateboard a block north, then back, then a block west, and back, looking for a tall, lanky dude wearing a cool, but slightly strange motorcycle helmet. <em>Where the fuck are you, Destrian?</em><br><br> Reese thought of herself more as a <em>Liaison</em>, for the record. Liaisons were fucking rad. They got to travel the world, and get into VIP sections, and wear slick outfits. <em>Reese Wilder, Liaison between Dragon Slayers and Earthlings.</em> Well, It sounded fucking cool in her head at least.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2022, 11:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/6e/d9/646ed9edba44caa8bb33b1c81da38e2e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;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> 2 April 2050, 8PM. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District &gt; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling a bit more comfortable<br><hr><br>He nodded to Sashiko when he saw her. It was sort of hard to miss her. “Good evening.” he greeted the catlike Dragon slayer. He took in others that came with her. He had no idea who the male Brett was. Showing up with two dragonslayers did lead to a few simple assumptions. “Hi.” he says pleasantly enough. Dekado rarely smiled but he wasn’t sad either. He put out his hand. “I’m Dekado.” he introduces himself.<br><br>He could only bow slightly when he saw Poppy. “It feels like a long time since we’ve seen one another.” he says to the nearly blooming Poppy. “You always bring such feelings of joy with you.” Its like she traveled with spirits that wanted to infect everyone with an upbeat mood. As always, he kept his hands to himself, not everyone liked to be touched.<br><br>He saw Olena putting her swords against her chair. Like him, she was a quiet force. “Would you like me to get you something to drink?” he asks her and then obviously includes everyone else at the table. He liked to know the layout of a place, the ins and the outs, just in case of ambush or attack. Centuries of living like that didn’t suddenly go away. <br><br>Then someone’s elbow brushed the side of his head as they rushed to go…somewhere. The toilet probably. <em>Fucken fucknut.</em> He had to curb his reflexes to not lash out. That is when he saw Reese. “Hey Reese.” he greeted his hostess to this world. Sharing her home was still not something he had gotten over. It seemed from Reece’s order that they had people to bring food and drink to the table. <br><br>He asks for a tequila too. May as well get to understand the local drinks, it didn’t look like they were getting back home anytime soon. He looks down at his raiment’s when Pharon pays him that compliment. “Why thank you…we are here to celebrate. I felt a special occasion required finer clothes than what I wear to the dojo. I’m happy you approve.” <br><br>He looks around when his large brother in arms mentions that men and women will be flocking to him and the jealousy it will cause. “It hasn’t happened just yet, but I’ll be on guard.” he says enjoying the banter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>23-06-2022, 04:47:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/89/77/628977b3326b7702c5ac65f17feced53.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olena Stormseed<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Water<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> modestly conservative yet cute (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/fb/6f/11fb6feaade20d898b5fe4300f5ec4d1.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 2, 2050 | 8:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Friendly chatter and awkwardness? <br><hr><br>There was a soft smile that curled her lips as she felt her chair slip in closer to the table. She was almost completely caught off guard by the sudden squeeze of Poppy and the sound weird sound that came from the rectangular shape in Poppy's hand. She didn't know what it was but hoped whatever it was, wasn't going to hurt her. When the moment was over, Poppy's words flooded her thoughts and she couldn't help but give the Fae a playful look. "What better way then to keep you on your toes?" A faint chuckle escaped her lips. Her attention was then drawn to Sashiko as she explained and showed what the object in her hand was. "Here I thought it was weird magic like something only a sorcerer would use." She said her eyes widening a bit at the revelation of what could be discovered on the device. "That is strange..." She said thoughtfully. <br><br>That was when she felt the eyes of someone she wasn't quiet familiar with. Lavender eyes swift over to catch the eyes of dark brown staring at her. There was a pause in her movements as she stared at him carefully. Taking in his masculine features. Clearly, he was human by the way his eyes darted from herself to her comrades Poppy and Sashiko. His smile allowed her to take the edge away and she released some tension from her shoulders as he introduced himself - Brett was it? How odd of a name. Did it mean anything? "Olena" She said keeping it short and sweet. Ah, this must be Poppy, Sashiko, and Pharon's human as she did hear Sashiko refer to him by name. "I'm part of this group, yes..." She gave him a very weird look was he trying to state she didn't belong there or something? She wasn't sure but she wasn't going to say anything about it either.&nbsp; Thankfully, she was pulled from the moment when Reese appeared and settled down next to Brett, announcing herself in that confident way she was with anything. There was only two humans so far and 6 slayers. What a odd predicament they were in. <br><br>Then Brett's question came as a surprise to her. As far as she knew they were all there. Olena tilted her head for a moment and looked from each of her Dragon Slayers. "We are all accounted for....except for...Destrain." She said lightly glancing about before Poppy's voice chimed in to greet Reese. "Reese is the human, Dek, Des, and I are staying with, Poppy" She intercepted the question hoping that was alright as Reese seemed distracted by the fact that our one Dragon Slayer was MIA. <br><br>Typical. <br><br>She then waved to Pharon as he approached the table with his massive statue. <br><br>Her head turned towards the sound of Dekado's voice. There was a lot of noise and things to pay attention to that she was starting to feel overwhelmed. However, being pulled from the conversations to be offered a drink was welcomed. It gave her time to take a deep breath and not want to escape. "Yes please." She acknowledged with a warm smile, she hoped whatever, he brought would taste good. Soon she caught, from the corner of her eye, Reese leaving with some haste. Probably off to find their lost boy. Should she be worried? Nah. Destrian like the rest of them could handle their own just fine. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2022, 02:11:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/67/98/78/6798780dd00c933ae33495bd01bf7cf7--cute-guys-sexy-guys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See pic.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill, Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sashiko, Poppy, Olena, Reese, Dekado, Pharon, and Destrian (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> LOTR!<br><hr>It was nice seeing Poppy and Sashiko enjoying themselves. He grinned when Poppy managed to wrangle the Dragon Slayer ladies into a selfie. <em>Cow’s milk</em> had to be the strangest <em>Say cheese</em> he had ever heard. Poppy had asked Reese a better straightforward question than him.<br><br>Olena had a very uncomfortable habit of staring and becoming slightly defensive. He suspected that she wasn’t going to be easy to socialize with, and therefore, was <em>kinda</em> happy she was Reese’s problem.<br><br>Brett eavesdropped on Sashiko’s conversation about her phone. He found it amusing that she thought social media was a <em>realm</em>. The Dragon Slayers certainly talked funny, but he supposed that it matched their comprehension about the world. His thoughts were then interrupted when she mentioned things like paying money for nudity. A big fat question mark flashed above his head as he stared at her in shock. Where the hell had she learned about that? It was probably a bad idea getting them phones. His hand then went to clap over his face. He had a Dad moment, and they weren’t even his kids. Was this what a Dad felt like? They were more than capable of handling themselves, and yet he found himself so protective of them.<br><br>He lowered his hand in time to see a <em>giant</em> approaching their table. Brett hadn’t realized it, but his jaw had fallen as Pharon approached the group with two large platters overhead. Walking with him was the Pretty Boy, who had been just as direct as Poppy. He offered his hand and subconsciously, Brett took it and shook it. Later, he’d wonder if Dekado thought he was staring at him with such a face.<br><br>Brett jumped, raising an arm to protectively cross before his face when Pharon launched the food into the air! The plates moved then, defying physics. Some plates specifically moved before certain people as though they had a mind of their own…or maybe…had this been the giant’s power? He knew that every Dragon Slayer had some sort of supernatural gift from Poppy’s plant control to Sashiko’s…darkness? He wasn’t exactly sure what to call it. He thought her ears and tail were a power at first. Lowering his arm, Brett inspected all the plates while Pharon gave them their dinner brief.<br><br><em>Freeing the gluten</em>. Brett’s mouth curled in amusement and soon he was laughing. The giant that had seemed so intimidating at first didn’t seem like such a bad guy. He was very friendly.<br><br>“Hey; my name’s Brett,” he quickly introduced himself as Pharon gave his shoulder a pat. <em>Destrian</em>. Brett glanced around at the table. Had that been someone else who was supposed to be at the table? There were more?! Olena confirmed that <em>Destrian</em> was missing, and Brett couldn’t help but wonder what kind of Dragon Slayer he was going to be. They had a giant, a fairy, an elf, a human who resembled an Asian, and a fox girl.<br><br>Brett smiled and jested, “<em>Destrian…</em>let me guess. A dwarf?”<br><br>A dwarf was the last cliché fantasy type they were missing.<br><br><strong>Brett…make sure our magical guests tip super well.</strong><br><br>Brett narrowed his eyes. “It’ll be on me I guess.”<br><br>Poppy and Sashiko didn’t have jobs, and he didn’t know that he would inherit by the end of the night, another mouth to feed. Except, it seemed with Pharon’s cooking capabilities that he might feed them instead. He happened to see Reese take a shot and heard Dekado asking Olena if she wanted a drink. It reminded him. He gave Sashiko and Poppy a father-like look. He didn’t know if he wanted the two to drink. Out of the two of them, he was only concerned about Poppy. Then again, he denied them the chance to drink at the Golden Peach. If he or Reese ordered shots, then this was their only chance to be able to drink without getting carded.<br><br>“I’ll allow you guys to drink, but remember, you don’t want them to ask for any identification. Just leave the ordering to us.”<br><br>He was certain all the Dragon Slayers were over the legal age, but they didn’t have any ID to prove it in this world. Reese decided to get up and leave without saying anything. Had something happened? He then looked around at the table, realizing he was left all alone with a group of Dragon Slayers. All they needed was a dragon, and the shit would have strucketh the fan. <em>Oh boy…</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2022, 03:02:52</strong>
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				<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, 8:20PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> By the end: Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reese!<br><hr>Destrian had rode the metro to the end of the line in order to reorient himself. There was but him and a smelly vagabond who had stepped off the subway back onto the platform. It felt unusual that a moment ago, the train car was crowded, and then suddenly he was alone like the vehicle had transported him through several dimensions. He grasped the visor of his helmet and raised it so he could read the map more closely. He had been on the yellow line. He glanced at the wall to confirm it and used his finger to trace the spaghetti through the other colors. He deduced that if he wanted to go back, then he needed to board the blue snake (he started calling them snakes).<br><br>The Dragon Slayer glanced across the track at the blue line. The subway was parked there, and its doors had just closed. Destrian’s orange eyes widened when he saw it starting to move. It was going to leave him in the wrong dimension! Shoving the map into his jacket, his sneakers erupted with flames, and he lunged across the track. Mid-lunge, his body became bathed in a blinding light. He heard the shrill squeal of brakes as another snake was pulling up to his dimension. It was going to hit him!<br><br>A second explosion of fire erupted from his feet, sending his feet flipping over his head. He tucked his legs into his body as he somersaulted out of the red snake’s path. He released his legs, extending them to land on the next platform and jumped down onto the blue snake’s track. Destrian charged after it into the darkness. He heard it screaming and sparking with its magic as it swiftly warped through space. Destrian’s every step was a mini detonation that helped him sprint after the shaking caboose. He saw that there were chains blocking the door to the last car—hardly a worthy obstacle.<br><br>Destrian grasped a chain and used it to pull himself up to the car. He then grasped the door handle with his other hand to anchor himself. His hand heated up, and he extended his fingers like a knife, passing them down the chains to sever them. He then melted the lock on the door and slid it open to step back into a familiar space. The Dragon Slayer sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. If he hadn’t followed the serpent’s trail, then who knew what space he would have been trapped in? This was the last time he was taking the subway.<br><br>He took a seat, and he pulled out the map once more. He traced the blue line with his finger, and then glanced up at the digital map. He had to get off at the Oriental Realm. By the time Destrian reached it, there had been a full car of noisy and excitable teenagers and partygoers. They moved like a river up the metro stairs to spill down the street. Destrian was one of the last people slowly ascending the staircase as though not only his patience, but his energy had been expended. He was holding onto the rail and slightly hunched over as though his shoulders had a weight on them. He had hated it. He had hated everything and wanted to just go back to Reese’s dimension.<br><br>When Destrian reached the top of the stairs, he gazed about at his surroundings (everything looked the same). There were still steel carriages everywhere, but this realm had been busier at night. He saw a person riding around on what looked like a wooden board with wheels (ridiculous). Apparently, the ridiculous person who had been riding around on it looked familiar. It was Reese! Never had Destrian felt so desperate to find someone (not even his own comrades…); but after the subway experience, seeing Reese was like seeing some sort of saint!<br><br>Destrian’s shoes were nothing but black, rubber, charred synthetic and plastic molded around his feet, and they were put to the test as he raced after her. His arms and legs swung in a robotic cadence as he silently sprinted after her like a terminator—his strange pursuit had turned a few heads.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2022, 04:35:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958733022386085918/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Wood<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Peaches crop top and cut off shorts (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/571394271485012221/)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 2nd 2050|8:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus | Oriental district<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett| Sashiko| Pharon| Dekado | Olena| Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Food and friends &lt;3<br><hr><br><br>Flashing Sashiko a wide smile the slip of a pink tongue stuck out at the other slayer playfully, pleased with herself for the moment of having been able to snatch the device from Shiko’s hand; then again there was a lot going on, so the element of surprise was for once in her favor. From the time spent with Brett as well as the human watching, er people admiring? <em>Studying</em> there had been, many humans seemed far too glued to such devices and often made faces, so the gesture was fairly easy to replicate, after a few wild guesses of course. The simple act of capturing a single moment of time so perfectly still amazed the fae to no end, coming from the already enthralling manner in which artists could create such brilliant portraits for commission, such things were not found within the great forest-<br><br>The thought made Poppy pause briefly as faintest flicker of a chill radiated across her freckled features, though as soon as it had occurred, it swiftly melted away in the wake of Olena’s own playful jab. ”Clearly you are in jest with Shiko, she said the same thing upon our reuniting as well. “ Poppy giggled back, giving a slight huff, but knew her fellow slayers meant all too well. Nestled between the two Poppy’s eyes glittered nearly with the charming image of their selfie now being reflected back as Shiko showed it on the device, the sight truly one she would savor; though even she agreed to be in control of such a device perhaps was not wise. Especially with Sashiko’s further explanation of the ethereal realm being show case to selfies of nakedness; the thought puzzled Poppy greatly. ”How does one barter for the show of flesh over such a tiny screen? Does it magically consume Ravens?” The fae blinked, glancing back to the device to give it a prod with a gentle touch of her finger, half expecting the rectangle to morph in some way of accepting, or however one bought flesh over such.<br><br>With all the excitement literally humming through the air Pharon’s entrance to the table was like a great gust of gusto that blew over, the fae nearly squirming out of her seat after his display of fancifully dashing out their favorite&nbsp; dishes in his oh so jolly manner. ”Oh Pharon! I am so pleased to see you to your usual antics my dear friend!” the fae squealed, taking more of a bone crushing hug than others, although not terribly so (after all she didn’t need to give the restaurant, or Brett for that matter a heart attack). Dekado’s formality was yet another comfort that soothed Poppy’s spirits as she gave a soft smile, his way of speaking always so polite it was difficult not to want to behave a <em>tad</em> more in light of it. ”I simply can not help it, it fills me with such joy to see you all safe and with one another once more.” she’d admit happily, settling back in her seat after giving Dekado only the lightest of playful winks; maybe behaving wasn’t her best suit.<br><br>Glancing back towards Brett as he seemed to be taking in the chaos fairly well, far better than he had when initially meeting herself, his quip of the missing Destrain perhaps being a dwarf did nearly make the fae snort with laughter. Oh Gaia if Des heard such he’d be fuming. ”As amusing as a thought such is, Des is…erm. Quite the slayer.” Poppy relented after mulling over the thought for a moment. He was difficult to pin point, and perhaps the most stubborn of them all, but she believed in him just as much as the rest of the slayers; he just had a fiery exterior is all.<br>Such thought however was quickly forgotten as the increasingly more prominent look Brett gave herself and Shiko caught Poppy’s attention, the grant of alcohol making the fae’s eyes widen briefly before she gave a squeak. <br><br>”Really? Oh thank Gaia… yes please……” Poppy cooed, doing her best to keep herself from appearing <em>too</em> excited, even if the aspect of a real drink would truly ring in their celebration. Though her previous request for mead had been scoffed at, it did raise a curious question. ”Err….are there… suggestions since mead is a laughable offense?”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>28-06-2022, 03:21:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Destrian<br><strong>Content:</strong> When you're the weird kid, hug it out</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Reese was sad. A sad girl, decked out in plaid and Velcro, on a fucking cool skateboard.<br><br>Not like ballin’ eyes out sad, or down right devastated, but <em>glum</em>. It had never dawned on the blonde mechanic that the Dragon Slayer’s might not <em>want</em> to share their magic with humans. Until just now, until just then at Catty-Wampus, they weren’t… concerned about the dragons at all. In fact, they had seemed so… <em>normal</em>, so un-humanly human. They wanted to talk to each other about social media, and new activities, and funny circumstances whereas Reese…<br><br>Out of all the questions Reese had, <em>none</em> were about everyday, Earthling life. Every single one was about how to save her city from utter and <em>absolute</em> <em>dragon</em> <em>destruction</em>. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the Dragon Slayers to save Raven City. It was more that she didn’t know <em>how</em> to ask for the aid of these incredible new superheroes without feeling… left out. It was her city, <em>her</em> problem, and all she could do was watch it burn from the sidelines.<br><br>Oh, and <em>find</em> Destrian. That was definitely <em>her</em> problem. All of Brett’s Dragon Slayers made it to dinner on time, and her’s did not. Like… she had failed without even trying, like she was on a different wavelength then everyone else at that table, and it… <em>The Dragon Slayer’s were safe now, that was what mattered, right?</em> There was a sharp sound within the air that the mechanic instantly recognized.<br><br>  “Fuck the universe…” Reese breathed into the Oriental District as a airplane flew overhead, too high in the setting sun to tell of its direction or its purpose. She wouldn’t be a pilot in this lifetime, and maybe not a hero either… But babysitter was even fucking worse than sidekick! Like ew, it even left a gnarly taste in her mouth. <em>Liaison, liaison, lia….</em>  Hold up. <em>Why did that group of kids have their phones out?</em> The mechanic twisted towards them on her skateboard, skating sideways down the street. <em>Were they filming her moping while she drifted on her wheels like a badass theme song to a retro television soap opera or was —  </em><br><br>“Holy motherfucking <em>shit</em>,” Reese hissed and then corrected herself, lifting her voice quite a few octaves so it squeaked like a valley girl, “Oh my gosh, Destrian, I’m totes glad to see you!” She leaned towards the Dragon Slayer as he ran at her from behind — from <em>behind</em>, with a facial covering, like in a mugging or assault or noir movie — barely keeping her feet on her skateboard. “Hey Destrian,” Reese wrinkled her pierced nose as he smelled burnt, just like a campfire, just like when he had murdered that motherfucking dragon who tried to eat her and the client’s Escalade, but wrapped her arms around his awkwardly taller torso all the same. “Hug me back, Dude, they think you’re attacking me,”&nbsp; Reese breathed into him, side eyeing the cellphones that slowly dropped back into various pockets with relief. When they left — and thank <em>fuck</em> they did — Reese released the fiery dragon, and planted one foot on the pavement, next to her skateboard.<br><br>“Ya'll used your magic again.” The mechanic said in her normal voice, her pride rising to diminish her glumness. “I can smell it.” She flashed a wild grin at Destrian and raised her eyebrows knowingly. “Also…” <em>the other magical babysitter doesn’t like me much and his Dragon Slayers, although maybe more emotionally mature, are definitely super fucking secretive?</em> Now was not the time. Now was still in view of many cellphone cameras and… public transportation. Her grey eyes lit up with a different topic entirely. “Holy fuck dude, did you take the subway here? Bold choice after only bein’ in the city for two days. Took me a month before I even tried to ride that thing. Being underground is total <strong>mindfuckery</strong>. Respect.” Reese shoulder bumped him, as a form of recognition. Until she realized that Destrian looked… <em>scared</em>. Not in his face, he still had his motorcycle helmet on, but in his… everything else. His mannerisms, his fucking speed with which he ran at her, his burnt shoes. <em>Fuck</em>. Skateboard be dammed, that glittery sassy sexy hostess definitely wasn’t letting Destrian into Catty-Wampus without proper footwear. Although… “The rubber stayed.” The mechanic murmured, as her brain jumped around yet again. The rubber was important. She needed to remember that. She <em>would</em> remember that. The wide smile stayed on her face. “Your comrades can be… a lot, all at once. I should have brought us both a pair of headphones to meet them, huh?”<br><br>Reese was gonna have to fix Destrian's shoes first, but at least Tigger and Eeyore were together again.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>02-07-2022, 07:27:50</strong>
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				<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, 8:30PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Between you and me<br><hr>When Reese noticed him, there was a joy that had warmed and nearly caused his heart to explode—much like his powers. He slowed out of his sprint, jogging up to her until he stood before her. She was happy to see him, and he her. However, she didn’t seem too pleased about his smell. His helmet dipped, indicating he was looking at his clothing, and specifically, the melted shoes on his feet. He usually smelled like a fire and that was something she would have to learn to live with…she hugged him.<br><br>The Dragon Slayer became as stiff as a girder. He hadn’t expected her to hug him. No one hugged him! Not Poppy! Not Pharon!—the huggers of the group. <strong>Hug me back, Dude, they think you’re attacking me.</strong><br><br>Destrian’s eyes near swelled to the size of oranges as he glanced around at all the humans staring. His arms lifted an inch and hesitated as he felt a wave of awkwardness. Behind his helmet, Destrian was really having a hard time dealing with the contact, but he understood her strategy. He didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention. His arms delicately folded around Reese’s shoulders, holding her as though she were made of torn paper. His large eyes followed hers, watching as the bystanders lowered their <em>arms</em> (what he thought were weapons). Reese released him afterward, and Destrian didn’t waste a second lowering his arms. His body was draped in a blanket of disturbance. No one could ever find out what had happened.<br><br>Destrian blinked as he brought himself back to reality and listened to Reese. She couldn’t believe he had taken the treacherous subway. He was shocked to learn that even she had been lost in the dimensional labyrinth. “Never again,” he replied.<br><br>Reese had mentioned the other Dragon Slayers, so she had already met them. He dropped a firm hand on Reese’s right shoulder and said urgently, “You must not speak of what happened. Do you understand?”<br><br>The hand hadn’t seemed like a comforting gesture. Despite there not being any pain or pressure, Destrian’s tone seemed to rumble like a stirring threat. “I was lost. You found me. That is all.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>02-07-2022, 17:45:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br>She didn't have an answer for poppy or the others, how trading pictures for money actually worked. She had only heard of it, only just starting to get some ideas in her head about that concept, but, more and more, it felt like there as so much to do and see every day, but so little time. Just a wordless sound expressing her own confusion on the matter and a shrug of her shoulders were given when she was asked how it worked.<br><br>Sashiko had been thoroughly occupied once the food arrived, taking a brief moment to thank Pharon with a smile and a nod; it was hard to talk over everyone, after all. The rest chatted and discussed, while Sashiko was claiming her plate, and eagerly getting in to one of Pharon's fantastic meals. Though the menu was different from what he normally cooked, there wasn't much he couldn't do well at it seemed. Sashiko nabbed one of the burgers, having quickly learned that it was a fantastic new creation of this world, one perhaps to rival her favoritism towards the assorted asian cuisines she had grown up with in her own world. Finishing up one of her big bites, Sashiko manages to say "Mead would go great with such a feast, but alas, its hard to find in this place. Perhaps an ale?" She asked, wiping a little mess away from her mouth with the back of her hand.&nbsp; "Surely there are places to get such a thing... The food of this place, I've seen a lot similar to our own, just there is so, so much more of it!" Sashiko gave a huffy pout. Like Poppy, she wanted some of the comforts of home. Mead and ale chief amongst them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-07-2022, 20:21:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><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> 2 April 2050, 8PM.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena, Poppy, Dekado, Reese, Brett, Sashiko<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The pretty blond human who had taken his fellow Slayers into her home complimented his food(he thought), so he gave her a big grin and a nod of his head in appreciation. "Thank you for the kind words. And if you think it looks good, wait till you taste it." His joke about Des seemed to jog something in Reese's mind, and she decided to go look for him. She didn't say that's exactly what she was doing, but all the rest of them were already in attendance so it wasn't hard to put two and two together. Dekado looked good in his spiffy threads and he knew it, as he'd chosen them to impress for the dinner. "Of course. I'm but a simple tribesman, and even for me it's obvious they suit you well. And don't you worry, they'll be upon you yet, then you won't know what to do with yourself." <br><br>He was a humble Elf, but an Elf Dekado still was. His kind was known for their almost supernatural beauty and he had seen many a man and woman fall over themselves to get closer to his fellow Slayer, and just other elves in general. He waved to Olena with a smile, knowing that with her personality, that was probably the most he'd get at the moment until she warmed up to the whole situation, but she was a good friend and just seeing her was enough for him. Brett himself was a nice enough human, and apparently was one who had a good sense of humor, as something Pharon said had him nearly crying with laughter before he introduced himself properly. <br><br>"Pharon Draellig. The people call me <em>Shatterscale</em>, but as I see us becoming fast friends, you can just call me Pharon." His new friend asked if Des was a dwarf, and Pharon laughed loudly, a genuine belly laugh that had him craning his neck backward. When he stopped, he shook his head and wiped away a tear. "Hahaha no, no. He's not the tallest, but he's not short enough to be called a dwarf. He's human...but he <em>is</em> usually on fire to some degree. I can't tell you the amount of times he's burned through the seat of his chair because he was upset about something." His favorite fairy of all time, Poppy, got a huge hug like normal, and by now he'd gotten used to her body so he knew just where to stop squeezing so he didn't fold her in half. <br><br>"And I am always happy to see you in good health, Clovergrove! Have you found a wooded haven since we've come here? I remember back home you had many glades and clearings in the woods where you would enjoy yourself more than you ever could in the cities." Sashiko, hungry girl that she was, immediately dug into her plate after getting what she wanted. She bit into a burger and he smiled, knowing she would love that one in particular. "Medium-Well burger with assorted cheeses melted into the patty, bacon, and all the other toppings humans love in this world."<br><br>&nbsp;While she enjoyed the burger, the adorable fox girl huffed when it came to not having access to mead like back home, and was considering using ale as a substitute. A look of confusion crossed Pharon's face for a moment, then he tapped her on the shoulder. "We have mead. Why would you think we don't have mead?" Humans <em>did</em> have their own form of mead in this world, and after tasting it, he had come up with his own variation that tasted far more of Avantasia than the human variety. "Order the Estus Honey Wine, and you won't be disappointed. It's my own personal flavor creation," he said with a wink.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>04-07-2022, 20:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Destrian<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spiraling</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Or he’d what? Burn her to ash?</em> Reese raised an eyebrow but continued to smile up at Destrian. He must be <em>joking</em>. His humour was always so dry and moody and admittedly… kinda bad. <em>Hm.</em> And besides, everyone — Earthlings and Dragon Slayers alike — got lost on the subway, and the subway was the least of their dinner problem’s right now. Hell, top of <strong>that</strong> list of problems would be the upcoming bill for the dinner itself, and perhaps Brett the other, younger, <em>shinier</em> Dragon Slayer Babysitter, and of course, most importantly… “I need to find you new shoes.”  <br><br>But then the fire dragon repeated himself, as if he already <em>knew</em> that Reese wasn’t listening the first time. And this time… This time it was clear <strong>he</strong> was the one with dangerous, threatening, powerful fire magic and Reese was <em>just</em>… Just Reese. Her smile dropped and disappeared off of her face, and her grey eyes glazed over in hurt. <em>Wow. Okay then. It was fucking crystal now.</em> Even at a party full of magical, alter-dimensional beings, Reese Wilder was somehow still the only weird one who still wasn’t good enough.  <br><br>“I’d <em>never</em> embarrass you in front of your comrades, Destrian. I thought we were gonna be like, friends, or whatever. And — <em>really</em> — if your comrades ask why you’re late, you can just tell them that Reese <em>fucked</em> up again, because that’s the truth at least.” She knew she was bad at this, okay? The ew-gross-babysitting or whatever. She had even <em>told</em> her new roommates that there would be better options than her. But at the same time… <em>she</em> was the one who <em>left</em> the dinner party that <em>she</em> organized, somewhat! She was the one <em>standing</em> on the street, with Destrian, right now! All of his <em>comrades</em>? They weren’t the ones out looking for him. They were all inside Catty-Wampus, having a great time, and even making jokes at his expense.   <br><br>“I need to find you new shoes.” Her words were like an echo. Soft and stuck, as if her brain couldn’t get past them. She… fix this. She could still… fix it. Right? Reese never expected credit for helping others. She liked helping others, or <em>trying</em> her best to help others. But Dude! She didn’t expect to feel like fucking <em>shit</em> for doing it.<br><br>  “Oh — <em>here</em> —“ suddenly her hand dove into her jeans pocket and retrieved two small, black ear buds and held them out to the Dragon Slayer, in spite of his motherfucking tense grip on her shoulder, “<em>these</em> are for you. They’re <em>headphones</em>. Like the ones at the Garage, but smaller, so they can fit <em>inside</em> your ears, and <em>underneath</em> your helmet. You can play music in them, later, but like for now they can dim noise just by being <em>in</em> your ears. The restaurant will be very loud. And, like, I <em>know</em> you might not wanna take your helmet off to eat in public, <em>right</em>, so there’s this thing called take-out. <em>Take-out</em>, okay? The restaurant gives you little boxes, and you can fill them with food, and then you <em>take</em> them <em>out</em> of the restaurant and eat them later, someplace privater like the loft, where you don’t need your helmet. Then you can actually fucking <em>enjoy</em> your meal or whatever but I think you need rubber boots. They aren’t fashionable, but maybe, I dunno, we can cover them with your jeans mostly and that <em>obliviously</em> rude yet gorgeous hostess won’t give a fuck as much and then if <em>another</em> motherfucking Dragon terminates more of my <em>Home</em> you’ll at least have fucking footwear…” Reese felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but she tried to keep looking up at him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Chapter One - Together Again[Everyone]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-07-2022, 17:19:16</strong>
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				<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, 8:30PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Not a comforter<br><hr>Things became…even more awkward. Destrian lowered his hand when Reese responded so emotionally to what he had said. Had he hurt her feelings? Really? <em>Gods</em>, he thought, and here, he was trying to make sure she didn’t embarrass him at the dinner unintentionally. It was one of those moments where he retreated in his helmet. He didn’t know how to handle these kinds of people, and he honestly didn’t want to deal with it. He hated this.<br><br>“Don’t worry about the shoes,” he told her, and the irritation in his tone was evident. He watched her retrieve some strange…he didn’t know what they were. They looked so small, and he wondered at first if he was supposed to eat them until she explained what they were. <em>Dim noise…</em>he probably needed to do that right now.<br><br>He noticed she was rambling, and she sounded as emotional as Jake, but this was different. He had upset her. This had to stop, or it was going to ruin his night.<br><br>“Stop,” Destrian said firmly, holding up a hand with emphasis. “I am not good at this. I am not like the others. I upset you, and I am sorry, and that apology is as good as I can do. I am not apologetic, and I am not a good person. So, your emotional rambling and disappointment needs to stop. I plan to see my comrades; I will get this ‘take out’; and I will return to base—<em>not</em> using the subway. If you need to talk to someone, the girls are better at that than I am.”<br><br>Destrian wasn’t the type to get to the root of other people’s problems. He wasn’t someone people could cry to about their issues for he frankly didn’t care. If he had ever cared in his life, it was before he became a Dragon Slayer and a criminal. He over time only became concerned about himself and his problems, and no one else’s. <br><br>He pocketed the earbuds and urged, “Let’s go.”
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