DS: Raven City [IC]
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				Title: <strong>DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-04-2022, 15:47:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5VbUYyWlc0Z1EybDBlUSwsLjA,/dragonforce.regular.webp)</div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d5/2f/e2/d52fe2ea2b6346dcb68ec168db86a276.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Government:</strong><br><br><strong>Mayor:</strong> Julius Scholtz<br><br><strong>Law Enforcement:</strong><br><br>• <strong>National Investigations Force (NIF)</strong> - equivalent to the FBI in the United States.<br>• <strong>Raven City Police Department (RCPD)</strong> - equivalent to a well-funded police force.<br>• <strong>Raven City Reserve Guard (RCRG)</strong> - the military unit assigned to the city.<br><br><strong>Education:</strong><br><br>Raven University<br>University of Technology<br>Hamilton Masters Community College<br>Joyce Graham Community College<br><br><strong>Telephone Companies:</strong><br><br>Teddiz<br>UTalk<br>G-Region (Local and International)<br><br><strong>Gangs</strong><br><br>• <strong>Lombardi Mafia</strong> - prevalent behind the scenes gang with toxic ties in the RCPD.<br>• <strong>The Skulls</strong> - largest gang full of gang violence and petty crime. Identified by black and white skull face paint.<br>• <strong>Hounds of Lilith Motorcycle Group</strong> - biker group identified by a three headed hound with a naked succubus riding bareback on the back of their leather jackets.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Raven City News Network</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>This will become populated with in-game news. In-game news will be for the writers OOC. The only way characters will know this information is if they read about it using their phones or watch it on TV. As long as writers mention IC in a post that their character has watched or read the news in the past or present, then it counts and won't be considered meta-game knowledge. Writers be careful. Your characters' actions could have them in the news, which could draw some slimy government attention.</em><br></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Appearance of Dragons!</li><li>Dragons the cause of mysterious deaths in Raven Park!</li><li>The Government is turning humans into Super Soldiers!</li><li>Are the Dragons a WMD created by an enemy nation?</li><li>Former NASA scientist suspects Dragons are from space.</li><li>Is Raven City under martial law? RCRG are now the RC<strong>A</strong>G!</li></ul><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Chapters</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Chapter One: Dragon Pact (Complete)</strong> - Our human protagonists were going about their day-to-day lives when they suddenly encounter Dragon Slayers. How the writers plan this meeting will be up to them. The goal will be for the Handler and Dragon Slayers to meet in some manner. The chapter ends once all Dragon Slayers and Handlers are able to find each other and have a roundtable meeting to discuss their plans for slaying the dragons that made their way to Earth and return home to Avantasia.<br><br>Current: <strong>Chapter Two: The New Dragon Slayers</strong> Humanity became aware of the sudden, unexplained dragon crisis. Dragons fabled to have only ever been recorded in storybooks were real. The creatures devoured humans and spread destruction. The Raven City Reserve Guard became active and did its best to protect the people of Raven City, but the power of the dragons proved to be overwhelming. Strangely, the active guard didn't have to deal with an imposing threat for too long. They discovered corpses of giant dragons that once seemed unbeatable. Who had been powerful enough to do such a thing?<br><br>Meanwhile, a secret government organization had been experimenting with dragon DNA. They genetically engineered the most elite warriors in the military into Dragon Slayers. The warriors were part human and part dragon, but unlike the real Dragon Slayers, they had a flaw. Excessive use of their mutant abilities caused their bodies to further mutate into a dragon. All New Dragon Slayers were given a meter, which they wear about their wrist. The meter tracks a Dragon Slayers mutation percentage. Once a Dragon Slayer reaches 100%, they become a destructive dragon god unable to revert back to human.<br><br>The Dragon Slayers thought they had only just escaped dragons to deal with. Now they have wonky, government wannabes making their lives harder. There are currently 5 New Dragon Slayers that survived experimentation and who have no intention of sharing the streets with some aliens from another dimension.<br><br></span><div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/029/779/711/large/tiki-bg-park-ext-srgb.jpg?1598615785)</div><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Notable Locations</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">• <strong>Oriental District</strong> – everything Asian is in this district. Its flashy lights, food, video games and unique, electronic culture draw many teenagers. Most of the music concerts are held in this district.<br>• <strong>Government District</strong> – The headquarters of the NIF, RCPD, RCRG, and all government entities operate in this district. This district only attracts tourism for there is very little entertainment in this district. It is a hot spot for government officials so the riff-raff tends to steer clear of this district. Only college students and many middle-class residents in Raven City live in this area (if they can afford it).<br>• <strong>The Walls</strong> – Only the rich live in this walled and high security community. If you're wealthy, buying a house in this neighborhood is difficult. Nobody wants to live among the plebs and criminals. Celebrities and important government officials live here.<br>• <strong>The Slums</strong> – The darkest place in the city. It is one big shadow at night for no energy is wasted in this district. This is where the middle and upper-class dump their trash. There is a landfill and dump in this location. The poor have built their homes out of the garbage. Drug trafficking is prevalent in this location to the point the RCPD doesn't even bother with it. As long as it stays there and doesn't go anywhere else.<br>• <strong>Raven Park</strong> - The park is extremely safe during the day, but dangerous at night. Skulls tend to frequent the area looking for any foolish tourists or locals to rob. Raven Park tends to have festivals, and it has an amusement park with a Ferris wheel.<br>• <strong>Raven City Downtown</strong> - The busiest section of the city, and the most dangerous part at night. It would have been second to The Slums if majority of the criminals actually went to there.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Player Created Locations</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Reese's Loft</strong> - located in the warehouse district of Raven City. It is nearby Raven Park. - <em>Created by Wired Rabbit</em> [1] (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/35/84/0f/35840f15e638716fddb2bfb0164d2951.jpg) [2] (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/8d/2a/d0/8d2ad0a6c09ab38034de17cf1a9a2284.jpg)<br><strong>Rust and Ruckus</strong> - Reese's work place. A local, small steampunk garage in the Warehouse District. - <em>Created by Wired Rabbit</em> [1] (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/36/98/1a/36981adae77e8200c49126861310671d.jpg) [2] (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/ca/f6/92caf6cc90fab35a52409eb1d60f19a8.jpg)<br><strong>Glitter</strong> - Glitter presents itself as a Pawn Shop, located in the Slums of Raven City. It's owner is the charming, colorfully edgy Lou (NPC).<br>*ahem* Glitter may or may not be a front.&nbsp; ;)&nbsp; It's painted up real nice, but it's hours are strange. Lou texts Reese when they have a "good deal". - <em>Created by Wired Rabbit</em> [1] (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/7d/ec/8c7deccaa244fdc2c4a29a3756c41f66.jpg) [2] (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/b4/61/d2b4619be75dd0ef3a06fcead15db75a.jpg)<br><strong>Dapper's Speakeasy</strong> - a retro bar with a 1930s vibe. It is very popular with the college kids and tourists. Brett works as a bartender here. - <em>Created by TheBlackThrone</em> [1] (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/ac/fe/28acfe75521008a86f7f1f52303036b3.jpg)<br><strong>Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill</strong> - one of the most famous and delectable tourist attractions in Raven City. They have an incredibly wide variety of traditional, foreign, and experimental dishes, drinks, and spirits on tap. One of their biggest draws at the restaurant proper are the "Grill Stations", which are roughly identical to what they do in Teppanyaki Grill restaurants. The cook prepares the food on a grill surrounded by diners and serves them their food right in front of them. They are so popular they also have a food truck that drives around the city from opening until about 7pm when it starts to get dark(and dangerous). This will be Pharon's place of employment where he switches back and forth between the restaurant and the truck depending on the day. - <em>Created by Juggtacular</em> [1] (http://cdn2.atlantamagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/12/2016/07/foodtrucks01_v1_courtesy.jpg) [2] (http://www.metrocafediner.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/10087/2020/02/2019-8-21_Metro-Cafe-167-interior-1024x681.jpg) [3] (https://ychef.files.bbci.co.uk/976x549/p06m0sn0.jpg) [4] (http://sakuracolorado.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/SakuraMt-Fuji021sakurasushi.jpg)<br><strong>Five Lakes Alliance</strong> - Not the standard dojo. Two warehouses at the poorer end of the "Oriental District" that were bought out and fixed up as places to learn to defend yourself. It started out with five masters trying to take care of their various communities coming together and building something a bit different. What was different is that they came from different styles. Silat, Eskrima, Muay Thai, Shotokan and Pa-kua chang. Together they had the means to buy two side by side warehouses from foreclosure. They renovated the one in best shape first and immediately attracted students. The first building is nice, well lit, professional. It houses the original five masters and divided up evenly between them. The second building has electricity, running water and ...is clean. Any master who wants to teach can take a section and make it their own. What started out as a way of teaching others to defend themselves is now growing into a way of honouring and holding onto culture. - <em>Created by Bowen</em> [1] (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/3d/c7/5b3dc7dda1e129d45047724cf0dc7cd3.jpg) [2] (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/06/97/86/069786902d34217a024c62756682a704.png) [3] (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/d9/0a/cfd90a11158da32b009ceaef2d2bcced.jpg) [4] (https://i.pinimg.com/videos/thumbnails/originals/50/b1/cc/50b1cc6c995197ad6ec02fd3e8572d22.0000000.jpg)</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Player Created NPCs</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Lou</strong> - owner of the Glitter Pawn Shop in the Raven City Slums. - <em>Created by Wired Rabbit.</em><br><strong>Jake</strong> - an apprentice mechanic at Rust and Ruckus. He's 18, still in high school, and full of energy. Jake is always trying to prove himself. He no longer wants to be the green horn. - <em>Created by TheBlackThrone</em><br><strong>Mr. Dapper</strong> - Brett's boss and owner of Dapper's Speakeasy. - <em>Created by TheBlackThrone</em>.<br><strong>Oslow Goodborne</strong> - A cheerful and eccentric man who wanted to travel the world with his wife after early retirement. She, unfortunately, passed away from an illness before they could finish their journey, so he finished it in her memory. Once he came back to Raven City, he decided to honor his wife by combining their shared love of the world, with her love for food and cooking. So he opened a restaurant and called it Catty-Wampus because that was always her favorite thing to say whenever things didn't go quite to plan and just hearing her say it put a smile on his face. - <em>Created by Juggtacular</em><br><strong>Jericho della Cruz</strong> - Eskrima instructor at the Five Lakes Alliance. - <em>Created by Bowen</em> [1] (https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmRhNjk2NzMtOGUxZC00Nzg0LWJjMDAtYzI0ZThiNDBmNTdmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTU1NTE4NTI@._V1_.jpg)</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Tag</span></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright or floatleft][img height=200]image link goes here[/img][/floatright or floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] Self-explanatory<br>[b]Dragon Type (if applicable, if not delete):[/b] Self-explanatory<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] Optional.<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they?<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are they talking to directly? Who are they talking about? (add “(M)” for mention).<br>[b]Content:[/b] Summary of the post or whatever you want here.<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Links</span></span></div><br><div align="center">OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341088.0) • Mission Board (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341197.0) • Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 04:30:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Don't be a hero.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/ac/fe/28acfe75521008a86f7f1f52303036b3.jpg)</div>Dapper’s Speakeasy was a retro-style bar located in the downtown of Raven City. It was popular with many of the college students, some who Brett had to frequently kick out. The day had been long, and he was glad that he paced himself with his hours. He worked three times a week, and there were some days where he wished he worked less, but college wasn’t going to pay itself.<br><br>It was midnight, and the crowd had been mature. He was able to make a few drinks, put in some orders for some burgers and fries, and just keep the counter clean and stocked. He usually had to throw people out on Friday nights.<br><br><em>Don’t jinx it,</em> he told himself. The night was good, and in two hours, it was going to be over. Unfortunately, the old clock on the wall read midnight, and the door to Dapper’s opened. Five, leather jacket-wearing bikers walked in, and Brett calmly turned his back. He busied himself at the back counter as he mentally cursed. Just his luck. Some scum like that would walk into the bar. He had only two hours left and this place would have been closed. He could hear them settling upon stools behind him. The lone red head who had been keeping to herself and enjoying a martini kept her eyes lowered to her glass. Brett hadn’t been bothering her. She had looked like she had had a lot on her mind. He only took her order and gave her what she requested.<br><br>Once he gathered some courage, Brett turned around to face the gang. Over their shoulders, he could see some customers trying to close their tab, pay for their meals, and leave. It was nerve-wracking. He hadn’t seen the emblems on their backs, but from the patrons’ reactions alone, he knew what it had to be.<br><br>“What can I get you gentlemen?” Brett asked, wearing his practiced and professional smile.<br><br><em>Yuengling, Jack &amp; Coke, Stella, Stella, Guinness…</em><br><br>“Coming up,” Brett said as he started working on the orders. If all he had to do was serve some drinks, then there was still hope. The Hounds probably weren’t as bad as everyone made them seem.<br><br>A hound wearing a navy-blue bandana turned his head to gaze upon the pretty red head he happened to sit next to. “Whatcha’ drinkin’?” he asked with a friendly smile.<br><br>The girl didn’t answer him. She kept her eyes cast down to her drink as she picked it up and sipped it. The hound’s smile faltered.<br><br>“You ignorin’ me girl?” he asked.<br><br>Lowering her glass, she answered without looking at him. “How do you figure?” she asked facetiously.<br><br><em>Please no…</em> Brett thought as he filled up a tall glass. <em>Just leave her alone…</em><br><br>“Well aren’tchu a rude bitch,” the hound growled.<br><br>The red head stood from her stool and said irritably to Brett, “I’ll pay you later.”<br><br>She briskly headed for the door. The hound watched her leave before he looked at Brett and said, “Hold onto my drink. I’ll be back.”<br><br>Brett then watched The Hound leave. That wasn’t good. The remaining hounds noticed he stopped making drinks.<br><br>“Excuse me,” Brett told The Hounds as he headed for the kitchen in the back. His boss, Mr. Dapper, was cleaning the kitchen when he approached him. “Sir, I gotta step out for a minute.”<br><br>Mr. Dapper was sanitizing a stainless-steel table. “Are you throwing someone out?”<br><br>“I just got to go to the bathroom for a while.”<br><br>Mr. Dapper stopped and gave Brett a disbelieving look. “I know you boy. What’s the problem?”<br><br>“We got hounds in the bar.”<br><br>“Jesus. Just let me call the cops.”<br><br>“There was a girl who offended one of them and left. The guy she offended followed her and I’m just worried, you know. I just want to make sure she’s all right.”<br><br>“Look, if she ain’t all right, then call the police. If the problem isn’t in my bar, then I don’t care. I’m not paying you to be a hero. I’m paying you to serve drinks and keep the riff-raff out, understand?”<br><br>Brett nodded with a sheepish smile. “Yes, sir. I’ll keep my distance.”<br><br>“Just go out the back so they don’t see you.”<br><br>“I’ll be right back!” Brett reassured his boss. He removed his black apron and headed out the backdoor.<br><br>Mr. Dapper sighed and casually headed to the front to man the bar. When he arrived, his dark brows rose to see no hounds anywhere. He saw the drinks Brett had made for them half-finished on the counter with no money. Scratching the back of his head, Mr. Dapper grumbled, “God damn it…”<br><br>Brett raced down the alley to the front of the restaurant to see the backs of The Hounds as they walked down the sidewalk. He noticed that they left their bikes parked out front. Wherever they were going must have been nearby. He followed behind them, maintaining a safe distance. They headed for the metro and Brett hoped the girl had managed to get away. He watched the bikers jump the gate. Brett didn’t see a guard on duty, and wondered if there had been one would he had done anything? He fished his metro card out of his pocket and zapped himself through the gate. He glanced at the street signs and wondered how would he know which direction she went? He didn’t see the bikers anymore. Had he lost them?<br><br>Brett decided to gaze down each of the staircases. He peered down the staircase of the first street and saw no one on the platform. When he walked over to the second street, his heart skipped when he saw the bandana-wearing biker returning. Their eyes locked as he ascended the steps and he gave Brett a fake grin that made his skin crawl.<br><br>“Ah bartender, what are you doing here?” the biker innocently asked.<br><br>Brett was at a loss for words. He heard the slam of the Men’s Bathroom swinging open and saw four other hounds walk out wearing smirks. Had he been set up? Brett started backing away from them toward the first street staircase. If they forced him into that bathroom, he was finished.<br><br>“Where are you going?” Bandana asked.<br><br>“He was following you Angelo,” one biker snitched.<br><br>“Following me? Why would he do that? Oh, you were worried about that girl werentcha’? She’s safe. She got on the fuckin' subway before I could get to her. Bein’ a hero sucks don’t it? And just what were you gonna do if you caught me with her, huh?”<br><br><em>Fuck this</em>, Brett thought. He had only one way to go, and it was down. He whirled and raced down the steps. The Hounds immediately followed practically bounding down the steps without fear of missing one. Brett ran the length of the platform, knowing that it would end soon. He figured once he neared the end, he could take a risk and cross to the other side; but as he drew closer to the dark tunnel, he noticed something was crawling out of it.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d9/f9/36/d9f9366a5663e94a1913dae2a0be3990.jpg)</div><br>It had four, glowing green eyes and it resembled a giant python. Brett threw out his arms to stop his momentum. The Hounds raced up behind him and dug their mitts into the shoulders of his work uniform, when even they stopped. Based on the silence that surrounded him and how nobody moved a muscle, he felt only dread at the realization that he hadn’t been imagining it.<br><br>“What…the…fuck…” one of the bikers muttered in awe.<br><br>The creature’s glowing orbs shifted to them and its long, fork-like tongue extended from its mouth and lashed at the air. It had its eyes on them and Brett wasn’t about to be its next meal. He bolted in the opposite direction, wrenching himself free from The Hounds' grip. The other bikers started to follow his lead, turning to run as the creature hissed and darted out of the tunnel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 06:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Good question...a rock tunnel?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett| Hound goons <br><strong>Content:</strong> Wrestling a snake | Meeting someone new<br><hr><br><br>It had been a fierce battle and even more bitter war, to purge the land of dragons a task appointed to those whom had slain the very beasts that had long tortured Avantasia. Their fearsome reign having been staved&nbsp; off with the rise of slayers whom were blessed with the power of the very creatures they sought to destroy, although blessed perhaps was not the best description to the outright trial and tribulation that led to the source of thier powers; to consume the heart of a dragon. They were the King’s force to bring Avantasia from the ashes of destruction that would surely come, locked in a heated battle in which would define the very world they wished to save...until a sudden flash brought the wage of arms to a stillness.Where was once the writhing beast hell bent on causing trouble now was a void of pure darkness, the tattered edges pulsing with a heat and scorch like the very thunder of a storm. Emerald pools widened in surprise as the fiery train of her flowing petals tapered off, the heat of battle still hot on her hands as her entire body pulsed with the strength of the fatal blow she had been ready to deliver to the smoldering dragon before her. The battlegrounds all but seemed to fade away, the cries and clash of metal and roars falling on deaf ears. She had only been able to take a short breath before the very air was torn from her throat, feeling the vacuum of the tear rip her from her planted position to be sucked in.<br><br>It only lasted a moment but with the way her brain nearly rattled in her skull, she had doubts it wasn’t longer, the fae catching herself as bare feet came to rest on a sleek sort of surface that seemed like armor? The strangeness only continued as wide emeralds glanced around in the darkness unlike what had sucked her in, it was hollowed out like a cave as curious eyes peered along to a seemingly endless tunnel. Tilting her head with a blink the echo of the tunnel proved there was <em>something</em> slithering fast the opposite direction, the ring of battle still in her ears despite the fact she clearly was not where she once was.As concerning as it was, the sounds of thundering footsteps ringing against the ground meant it wasn’t just herself and whatever was slithering was moving much too fast. Pushing off to quickly make her way down the tunnel the tail end of a familiar beast struck her odd, a wyrm in such a far off place such as this? Had it too been pulled into...whatever void..that had taken her and her fellow slayers in? Bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of her delicate nose, the fae could feel her nerves getting tested, the swirl of confusion and uncertainty a sensation she did not care for as the introduction of the wrym now to deal with was certainly the last thing she wished for. Lashing out her dragon arm with a growl she’d wrap the thorny weapon to tighten around the beast’s tail, nearly getting her arms pulled out of their sockets on the first thrashing it gave. <br><br>Dainty hands tightening further around the grip of the taut vine wrapped along thin forearms, it had been a wonder her head hadn’t been knocked clean off her shoulders, the wild thrashing of the current target snared doing nearly everything in its power to knock the fae off its tail; literally. Every writhe and swat of its mighty tail sent the blur of crimson and emerald to bob like a leaf caught in the mighty gust, yet she was just as determined to keep riding the beast’s waves as the grin of some amusement spread across her freckled features. ” Come now little guy, we can’t play here!” the lofty giggle was unable to be contained as the dragon slayers words only made the wyrm retaliate even more fiercely, twisting around on itself to present the fae with its rows of pin like teeth that was itching to tear her to shreds. ”Oh you are mad..” The woman sighed some, in all this was fun but certainly she had a job to do and prolonging it wasn’t needed.<br><br><br>Cursing softly under her breath she brought her small hands together to give a radiating clap, the spurt of vines shooting out until the tendrils wrapped themselves around the very familiar body of the wyrm ahead. Pulling back hard the slayer retracted her extended arms to catapult her like an arrow, knees ramming hard behind the wyrm’s head as she lassoed her vines to act more like a reign to keep her firmly on top of the beast. ” I wasn’t done with you!” she’d declare with a hint of a giggle even in the face of danger, jerking the vines back roughly to send the wrym to careen to the left as she tried to get her footing to stand on its neck. The violent bucking sent the slayer to bounce roughly as she grit her teeth, barely able to take in her surroundings as she waited for her opening, one that came sooner than she realized along with just <em>where</em> they were. Having been oblivious for longer than she liked to admit the owners of the frantic footsteps appeared to be a group of men in strange clothing, the longer she took them in, the more questions arose. <br><br>Just what sort of clothing was that? They were quite unlike any beings she had ever come across, not to mention the almost purposeful way the cave had been carved; was she in some sort of temple? Questions that needed answers would come later as the lapse allowed the wyrm to give a jerk to the right, nearly snapping at the heels of the fleeing men with one in a far lead than the others. Gathering the reigns in one hand she used her free one to ball into a fist, the tickle against her palm growing until she rammed a furious punch right into the beast’s eyes, the cloud of pollen flooding from her hand to coat the area in a haze of yellow fumes. The wyrm screeched in agony as it began to thrash harder, the vines unrelenting as they began to writhe and coil around the slithering body, squeezing restlessly as scales began to pop under the intense pressure. Her fist sinking through the socket all it took was a flick of her wrist before the wrym’s head split open with a sickening crack, the spray of verdant blood creating an explosion of brain matter and innards to fountain across the platform as it collapsed in a heap of twitching flesh.<br><br>Scaling down along the wyrm’s back the fae offered a sigh as she flicked her hand to paint the tracks with the blood on her hand, bare feet finally coming to rest on the ground as she glanced back to the mess. Ideally a fire would be best to incinerate the carcass, something another slayer could do, but never the less she was pleased with her work. Although now there was the matter of just where she was....the concrete jungle puzzling to the fae as she pursed her lips before pouting. Wiping her hands across the lush skirt of vines and leaves that covered her petite form, she’d turn an eye towards the men, thief attire certainly unlike anything she had ever seen...<br><br>” Hello there! Could you tell me where this is? Are we in a new temple? Are you monks?” the cheery voice cooed out all too sweetly, as though taking down a massive beast was just as easy as breathing. The gentle rain of pollen continued to rain down around the platform, a slightly sheepish smile coming to the fae’s gestures as she gave a soft wave to try and dispel it some. Surely they had to be some temple guardians, the group were dressed pretty similarity, although the one in the red vest looked more official. Maybe a priest? As troubling as the suddenness of finding herself in a new place, there was the the more concerning matter of her fellow slayers, their absence in the immediate area not boding well. Despite this she’d put on a smile never the less, her comrades fully capable of taking care of themselves until they could regroup and figure out just what in Gaia was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 16:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Scared and confused.<br><hr>Brett and The Hounds raced back across the platform just as quickly as they had the first time. They pushed passed the slowest runner, a big boy who was swinging his arms as hard as he could while breathing with the tempo of a pregnant woman. Brett was determined to be first up those stairs, but as soon as he attempted to pass Angelo, the biker gave him one glance and his face contorted with anger. His arm swung forward and his elbow back, implanting deep into Brett’s stomach. The blow forced the wind from his lips and caused him to collapse upon the floor with his arms crossing his stomach. The Hounds hopped and kicked him as they raced ahead of him, the group disappearing up the staircase.<br><br>Baring his teeth, Brett grasped the floor in a pathetic attempt to slide himself closer to the stairs. He heard the struggling going on behind him and turned his head over his shoulder to see a strange cloud or was it smoke filling the subway. He saw the snake fighting with someone who had managed to wrangle it. What in the world was going on? There was suddenly a loud crack that made him jump, and the snake had stopped moving. The silhouette of a mysterious girl, the wrangler, descended the creature and started to emerge from the odd fog. Brett rolled over to face her so that he could keep his eyes on her and quickly scooted back toward the steps. What the hell was she wearing? She had sounded friendly, but he didn’t know what to make of her. She was covered in plants. Was she some lost tribesman?<br><br>Wincing, Brett sat up so that his back was against the steps. “Stay back!” he warned, thrusting out one hand while his other arm remained coiled around his aching gut. “I don’t know who you are or what the fuck is going on, and I’m not sure I want to know. I just want to go back to my job and pretend like none of this happened.”<br><br>He carefully rose to his feet and grasped the center railing in support. “I’m just gonna go okay?” he told her as though she was holding a lethal weapon toward him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 20:05:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Good question...a rock tunnel?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett| Hound goons <br><strong>Content:</strong> Wrestling a snake | Meeting someone new<br><hr><br><br><br>What a mess this already was turning out to be. Not only did the sound of the dying wrym not bring her fellow slayers in her direction, but the startling realization she was clearly not in Avantasia brought a pit of uncomfortable confusion to the fae pondering such; this was already leagues out of her wheelhouse, the post celebration mead that was meant for her lips all the more missed. This wasn’t a situation that she cared to find herself in as the flicker of a pouting frown curled across her features, bright pools taking in the man made expanse of stonery and metal that seemed endless around herself to make her nose crinkle in sadness. The very ground itself did not hold the same comforting pulse she knew as what limited plant life that could be found radiated sadly in waves of equestrian discomfort, a lone daisy curled on itself through the cracks of cement to sway haphazardly in the gusts created on the platform. This wouldn’t do. Stooping down to gently touch across its withered petals, the soft glow from her fingertips made the little daisy pulse until it sprang up to its former glory to reflect its pristine white petals and lush green stem. ”Thats better now isn’t it little one?” she’d hum happily to the flower, giving it a soft pet before she stood to her all too imposing height; all four feet of it. <br><br>At the very least the group of men had escaped from the immediate danger, although she had been far too curious of just what stories they clearly had to tell. After all they were far stranger a sight than the fae had ever witnessed before. Bringing her thin arms behind her head she’d glance around her surroundings before the realization she wasn’t alone caught her drifting attention, the lone man crumbled on the ground and clearly in distress jogging her own manners as she blinked softly. It seemed that even now her head was still too much in the clouds, the idle thought making her wince some though just as quickly as it appeared, she’d push past such to instead take a step closer. ”Oh no... are you harmed? I’m sorry, here let me..” the easy smile split her plush pout as she dared to extend a hand in Brett’s direction, he looked awfully scared and possibly hurting more than she realized, had she hit him? It wouldn’t be the first time there had been collateral damage, especially when she was having a bit of fun, though the guilt was evident as she tried to give her biggest, sweetest smile she could muster to put the poor priest at ease. <br><br>The bark to stay back however made the fae freeze as those doe like eyes of gentle green widened some, a careful glance over her shoulder given as though she expected the man to be saying such to a new enemy and not herself. Offering a tilt of her head the wild mane of crimson wafted around her head as she flashed an equally puzzled expression, a single finger pointed at herself now as she cooed. ”Me? Oh....I would never hurt you I promise. There isn’t anymore danger though I assure you...” she’d hum sweetly, remaining where she was as she instead gave a soft half bow at the hip to Brett. ” I’m sorry for startling you, my name is Poppy Clovergrove... you can call me Poppy if you wish.” Poppy introduced herself formally, flashing a gentle smile before she straightened to glance around.<br><br>The longer she stood the more uncomfortable Poppy felt in a strange land so unlike her own, the hard surface of concrete beneath her feet making her shift from foot to foot before she gave her lower lip a soft bite. ”I think I’m lost...I was in a battle alongside my fellow dragon slayers and the suddenly there was a strange light...have you seen others like myself? I wish to find them dearly...” she’d admit sheepishly, a light hand brushing through her hair to begin to twirl a long strand around a digit. Brett’s clear fear of her and wish to leave made the fae nearly wilt under the thought, being left alone causing her heart to clench tightly in her chest as the panic in her own was evident. ” Please... don’t go...I..don’t wish to be alone....” she’d nearly plea, the man seemed harmless and while she knew she had to find her fellow dragon slayers, the aspect of doing such alone made her mind spin.<br><br>”Could you please help me? I promise I will not harm you... this land is so strange...are we still within Avatasia?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 20:29:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Disbelief.<br><hr>The girl was small, but his mind, his very soul, knew she wasn’t from here. Confirmed when she stopped to revive a small flower. An action normally portrayed in fantasy movies as a sign of innocence and purity gave him chills! One of her hands was covered in blood, the blood of that snake. He continued to grip the rail, prepared to use it to spin around and flee up the steps to safety; but he hadn’t. For some reason, he continued to stare at the girl and listen to her story. Poppy…Dragon Slayers…Brett looked passed her to the dead creature. That had been a dragon? Brett felt his legs suddenly weaken at the realization. He dropped onto his bottom as he stared at the deceased beast in disbelief.<br><br>“This doesn’t make any sense,” he breathed. He gazed at Poppy as she pleaded for his help. She didn’t want to be alone…there…there were more of those things out there, and he had seen her kill one with her bare hands. “This is Raven City,” Brett revealed. “I don’t know what or where Avantasia is, but it’s not a country I know on Earth.”<br><br>His gazed lowered to the floor as he tried to collect his thoughts. “This didn’t make sense. Dragons don’t exist.”<br><br>He glanced at the wyrm once more before he sighed and brought his hand to his face. “I need to go to bed,” he moaned. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. Brett once again rose and turned to head up the staircase. “I need to go back to work. Maybe I can get you a cab. It will take you wherever you want to go.”<br><br>Brett didn’t mean to feel so insensitive. He was exhausted; his stomach ached; and too much had happened within an hour. The girl was alone and lost, but he had seen her kill some giant monster (no, those things don’t exist). He was certain she could take care of herself better than he could of himself. Nonetheless, he stopped on the steps and looked back as though wondering if she was following him. “Come on…I probably don’t need to tell you this, but it’s dangerous at night.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 20:53:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting someone new<br><hr><br><br>In truth Poppy wouldn’t have blamed the man for being so cautious, after all there were many things to distrust within Avatasia- err the world she supposed. The clear shock and awe of her presence having already been too much to handle considering how he almost slumped into his rear with the weight of her words, that if there was one saving grace it was he hadn’t run off like the other men had. To be left completely to her own devices Poppy would have been like a poor fish out of the water, the unapologetic smile of innocence marred only with the disdain of having to do so without any sort of support. The confusion only deepened as Brett professed they indeed were not within Avatasia as mention of Raven City and Earth made the slayer’s crease in a puzzled expression. ”Raven City?” the words sat uncomfortably in her tongue, Poppy sounding it out slowly before repeating ”E-Earth? “ Avantasia was a vast land in itself, yet the fae had never heard of such places, having intimately known the lands of her home far more than others could boot. Twiddling with the thoughts of far off places and just how it compared to her homeland, Brett’s insistence dragons not existing brought a soft giggle from the fae, turning a playful gaze to him as she shook her head.<br><br>” Of course they do! As dragon slayers we defeated such and consumed their hearts, we are the king’s loyal knights to protect those from those foul beasts.” Poppy explained with a melodic certainty, pointing towards the hollow of her throat to show the chest she bore across her creamy flesh as if it were proof enough. ”Although this is merely a wyrm...I was battling a dragon before being pulled into...Earth.. it must have been brought through along with me and my fellow slayers..” Poppy cooed thoughtfully, though considering the wrym had been pulled too, it wasn’t completely out of the question far more dangerous beast’s had as well; like the dragons.<br><br>Pulled from her thoughts as Brett began to pick himself up in disbelief, Poppy gave a soft chew across her cheek, raising into her tip toes and flexing up and down as she puffed out her cheeks. A cab? It clearly was a means of transportation, but woefully she realized even doing so meant she still had nowhere to go.&nbsp; Taking a few steps to follow behind Poppy glanced down at her feet with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck as she found his eyes with her own. ”I..um don’t have anywhere to go...mayhaps...I may stay with you until I find my comrades? I won’t cause any trouble I solemnly swear.” she’d smiled widely, hands coming to rest behind her back as she giggled nervously. She was a strange sight in leaves and blood splatter, but surely her smile was trustworthy...she at least hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 21:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reluctance<br><hr>The strange girl named Poppy kept going on and on about dragon this and Dragon Slayer that. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, anyone would have called her insane. Someone insistent on living a life of fantasy rather than accepting reality for what it was. Dragon Slayers…she did mention before that there were more.<br><br><em>More Cabbage Patch Kids,</em> Brett mused as he imagined them looking like Poppy. He would have never imagined a Dragon Slayer to be four-foot-tall and looking like some fairy out of a fantasy novel. He reached the top of the stairs and turned to gaze at her as she showed him the emblem on her neck. King’s knights…He couldn’t help but grasp the top of his head. It gave him a headache.<br><br><em>I just need to sleep</em>, he told himself. The sooner he finished at work, then the sooner he could return home.<br><br><strong>I..um don’t have anywhere to go…mayhaps…I may stay with you until I find my comrades?</strong><br><br>“Huh?” Brett gave her a shocked look. He stared for a few seconds while his mind battled it over. There was a <del>dragon</del> wyrm, and she killed it. She had friends, other Dragon Slayers, and just needs to find them. It felt somewhat freaky to allow someone he didn’t even know stay at his place. She was cute, and he would have thought she was innocent if he hadn’t witnessed how she had killed that creature. She could probably rip him in half!<br><br>“I’ll uh…I’ll think about it,” Brett told her as he turned to continue leaving the metro. One task at a time. As they walked back to Dapper’s, Brett listened if she wished to share more of her crazy tales, but he didn’t have much to say. He was tired, and his mind was on autopilot until he saw that The Hounds’ bikes were still parked out front. He stopped and cursed softly, “Shit. Give me a fucking break.”<br><br>Brett brought both of his hands clapping over his tired eyes. He had to check in with his boss to let him know he was okay. He turned to Poppy and informed, “I got to go check in with my boss.” He paused as he found himself nearly saying…<em>and then <strong>we</strong> can go home.</em> Lowering his hands, he looked at the girl again. No one else would believe her. People would probably want to experiment on her if they knew what she could do. <em>I can’t believe I’m doing this.</em><br><br>“After I check with my boss, we can leave. I just got a studio apartment, and all I got is a couch for you to sleep on. You can stay with me until you can link back up with your friends.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 23:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Living that Sisyphus life<br><hr><br><strong>"No worries, your old man needed the merc I'm guessing?"</strong><br><br>Sat in the dusty archive room in the city hall, Brook was talking with the other archivist, James. James leaned back, balancing on the back two wheels of the chair.<br><br>"Yep. Business trip. Strange shit, usually just catches a plane. Guess he wanted to actually use the thing." Brook shrugged and returned to sorting through the small stack of documents she had left for the evening. <strong>"It <em>is</em> his car."</strong> Not that it seemed like it. James had the nicest car in the parking lot most days, though now it was replaced with the old honda she'd usually be driving. Usually she'd feel guilty about it, but if she wasn't driving it, it'd just be collecting white specks from birds at his driveway most of the time. Since he didn't mind it either, it worked out.<br><br>"True that. Hey, what's this?" James leaned over and slipped out one of the papers from her stack. Brook leaned over, her own curiosity piqued as well. She quickly fell back to her pile though. <strong>"Oh, that. Rich people crap."</strong> James chuckled a little and opened the folder. "This is up at the walls, isn't it?" He asked, trying to guess based on the area maps. "<strong>Yep, waterline and sewage records. Guess I was a little more literal than planned."</strong><br><br>Not like they had much to do anyway, so she put down her stack and scooted over. <strong>"Fairbarn requested it. Think she's in some major feud with the guy living right about... There."</strong> She poked at the map, giving James the lay of the lands. <strong>"Apparently, her husband had a mistress, who's married with the owner of said property, some hedge fund jackass as far as I've understood it. Fairbarn called it due diligence, but she's <em>pissed</em> and is trying to get back at them. Thing is, Mr. Hedgefund wanted to expand his castle-"</strong><br><br>"-And Fairbarn is trying to find some way to make his life suck."<br><br><strong>"Bingo."</strong><br><br>"You were right, this is just rich people shit."<br><br><strong>"Told ya."</strong> Brook took back the folder and returned to sorting through them. Once she had her stacks ready, some went to the photocopier, others she handed back over to James so he could return them to their right places in the vault of shelves. It wasn't exactly a thrilling job, she thought about that every time she scanned her keycard and watched as the photocopier swallowed a stack of papers and spat out a dupe. <br><br><strong>"Hey James, you ever stop and think about how many trees we're killing just to help make the world a more bureaucratic place?"</strong> Brook asked, raising her voice so James could hear her.<br><br>"Nope, not since the last time you asked!" she got in return.<br><br><strong>"Me neither James, me neither."</strong> She pressed the copy button once more, in a brutal act of defiance against the established state. Brook was feeling a little anarchic today.<br>The extra copy fed the paper shredder that day.<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Nonononono, turn green, turn green, please turn green!"</strong><br><br>The motorcycle slowed down, approaching an intersection. It ran fine when she went to work, but it had taken almost a minute just to get it to start when she got ready to head home. It sounded like it was spitting out bolts and nuts, rattling underneath her. It quieted out at the top end though - Or maybe the exhaust leak just muted it. As the bike approached idle, it sputtered and shook violently beneath her, but it was still running. Being out at midnight wasn't exactly the dream either in this part of town. At least she got the overtime pay she desperately needed.<br><br>The brakes whined as she came to a full stop. And then the bike said goodnight and shut off. Stuck approaching midnight at an empty intersection, staring at a light turning green just as she'd stopped. The starter whirred as she tried to get the bike running again, but to no avail. It would sputter a bit, giving her some false hope, but it quickly went quiet again. Right in front of hell hill as well. The massive uphill leading to the area she lived in on the outskirts of the Oriental District was dreaded by bikers, pedal bikers anyway. Even joggers gave up and slowed down to a walk approaching the giant middle finger to human endurance. <br><br><strong>"I should've just ran the light..."</strong> Brook muttered as she got off the bike. She had a lot of pushing ahead of herself - No way she was leaving the bike out just like that, not this close to the slums. It would be begging for it to be stolen. Either she was pushing it up hell hill, or she'd be living on rice and beans to pay down the towing fees. <strong>"Here goes nothing."</strong><br><br>It was alright at first. She managed to get a fair start, but hell hill was deceptively steep. Even the early parts were tough - The bike was heavy, and while she wasn't unfit, she wasn't exactly strong either. The bike wasn't some light and nimble crotch-rocket, it was a proper cruiser - And had proper cruiser weight. It didn't take long before her clothes were soaked. Pulling down the one-piece driving suit would have been a good idea, but frankly she didn't want to chance on stopping, in the event the bike decided to roll backwards. Her boots were slipping beneath her, threatening to null out any hard-earned progress she'd made. A great finale to an otherwise alright day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 01:58:55</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Slums &gt; Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Pharon in Dragon Mode had been whooping and hollering as he rode a dragon in a death spiral straight down through the sky. His armored fist was slamming repeatedly into the creature's skull, and Weeping Dark was trailing behind both of them, the chain attached to the manacle on his wrist as taught as possible since they were falling faster than his weapon. Reaching his mind out to touch his Dragon Arm, it suddenly grew multiple times heavier and fell like a stone right into his outstretched hand. Raising the mighty weapon's blade high above his head, he let out a war cry and slammed it down. Right before he felt the dull, yet potent THUD of a frontal cranial split beneath his Weeping Dark's tooth, his senses caught fire and the world was torn away. A crack of thunder caused him to open his eyes, and when he came to, he was still falling, although now he was alone. His Dragon Mode deactivated on it's own before he could even start to flutter his wings, and now he was simply falling. You might expect a cry of terror, but from Pharon came the delighted cries of someone having the time of his life. As he fell he looked around and noticed that the place he was falling was <em>dark</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;And not a normal dark either. It was a sea of black with small pinpoints of flame and pale magic here and there, but mostly inky nothing. He had to focus for a moment before the ramshackle buildings and literal tons of refuse took shape, but once he realized what he was looking at the poorer villages and bandit hideouts of Avantasia came to mind. Had he been transported across the continent perhaps? Maybe across the world? How long would he have to fly to get back? He would figure that out later; for now, he just needed to worry about landing. Waiting until the unforgiving, debris-covered ground came rushing up to meet him, Pharon shrugged his powers within and released them at the last moment, causing a pulse of purplish energy to surround him and splash outward when he landed, causing an explosion of dust and debris into the night sky with the sound effects to match. His command over the forces of gravity had cradled the falling Slayer in a shell of fundamental forces, carving a crater and area free of garbage around him in a perfect circle. "What foul wizardry has brought me here? I can't sense any of the others, nor scale or tail of those foul dragons."<br><br>&nbsp;The giant of a man looked around, and saw the detail of the buildings built into the mountains of trash around him. Some big, some small, some elaborate, some simple. But the number was staggering. "A kingdom of trash...was there such a place in Avantasia? The King never spoke of it." People were beginning to stir from their slumber, and more dots of light began to spark into existence. What concerned Pharon wasn't the people, but the sudden roar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79NxCXrO1nU) that echoed through the night following a shift in the sky above that seemed to eject a large winged figure that fell from the sky, opened it's wings and began flying in a beeline directly toward him. The giant smiled, laughed loudly and summoned Weeping Dark into his hand. "COME THEN!!! MEET YOUR DOOM, WYRM!!!" He took several huge steps, and launched himself into the sky toward his foe impossibly fast thanks to boosting himself with his powers. <br><br>Right as the two were about to clash, Pharon tilted his body and pushed his gravity away from the dragon's just enough to avoid it's snapping jaws. Continuing to spin, he grunted and used both hands to slam the hammerhead on the dragons skull. The monster stopped moving forward and immediately plummeted down, and Pharon floated for a moment before following it. It was the same dragon from before, so it was already weakened and near death. All the fight it had left in it was just putting off the inevitable. The dragon was struggling to stand as he fell, the axehead of Weeping Dark glinting ever so slightly in the moonlight before the black and purple energy beginning to coat the blade absorbed all light. It sucked in a deep breath, and bellowed lightning from it's maw up at him, and in response the purple glow of his powers enveloped him as he spun his Maul. When the lightning hit, the weapon looked like a buzzsaw and the electricity was bounced off course to dissipate in the sky.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>"Sleep"</em>, the Slayer of Darkness whispered right as he slammed Weeping Dark onto the dragon's skull. It screeched, only for the sound to be cut off as purple light bright enough to illuminate the area flooded it's body from within. It convulsed and cried weakly as it's body balloned, then all at once collapsed in on itself while sending out a shockwave that shook his surroundings. Another crater existed where the beast once stood, with no trace of it following the implosion. With his job done for the moment, Pharon looked toward the glittering lights of the city, and figured his friends would be there if they were anywhere. He had no time to waste, so he bent his legs and jumped, hurtling through the air as if he was flying, then pushing off the air with his gravity powers into a second jump.<br><br>&nbsp;He stopped jumping when he got to the place where the darkness merged with the light. The buildings bathed in light, even the ones so far away from the city proper were constructed much better than the ones in the dark. Proper building materials and foundations. Actual paved roads. What was this place? Pulling his hood down over his head for fear of being recognized, he slowly scouted the area, trying his best to hide his bulk in alleyways and behind strange, iron carriages and horses. He wandered with no real direction, and the few people he saw sped away when they saw him approaching. He still hadn't been able to even speak to a single person when he heard the roar of what could be another dragon, or at least a drakeling nearby. The would be creature's roar died in it's throat as Pharon rounded the corner, only to see a woman atop a metal steed with wheels. <br><br>He watched her curiously, and with the contraption dead or dying, she had no choice but to get off of it and push. Unforutnately for her, she seemed to be pushing up a very steep hill, and it didn't look like it was made out of pillow feathers and flower petals. Before he even had time to think of whether he should help or not, he was already striding over to her on giant, silent feet. She was fighting a losing battle from her body language, and soon she might collapse. Without announcing his presence or even saying hello, he ended up right behind her and put a large hand on the back of the motorcycle, gave it an experimental push and realized it weighed practically nothing. "Let me help you," he all of a sudden said to her while maintaining his grip and now influence over the bike. If she was still struggling, she would notice all the actual weight and resistance was gone now that he was standing next to her, looming above her, looking down from within the shadows of his cloak with only glowing purple eyes and impossibly white teeth peering out from within.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 03:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting someone new<br><hr><br><br>Bouncing lightly with a hum Poppy gave a soft giggle as the request of staying with the silly and befuddled human was shot back at her with an expression that revealed just how at odds Brett was feeling, then again it was an honest question. It wasn’t as though she could do much given the current time, the leagues of fatigue beginning to become evident as being stolen from mid battle only to tackle a wrym (however amusing it had been) was taking its toll of the fae. That as much as she wished to seek out her fellow slayers in order to make sense of what magic or phenomenon that had brought them here, the more tactical and practical thought would be to take rest and shelter. ” If it isn’t too much trouble...this land of yours, Earth...contains shelters and homes that can be used yes?” Poppy cooed thoughtfully, her tired mind putting prayers that her comrades too would have the same sort of luck as finding a decent priest much like she had, after all a temple was a perfect place to get the required rest for her weary bones. ”So surely your place of worship would be a fine shelter~ I need to recuperate less there be another threat upon us.” The fae mused off handily, her mindset of Brett being a priest among his fellow peers firmly in her mind. <br><br>Brett’s reluctance of an answer to allow him time to ponder such however was just enough of an acceptance that Poppy could take, the brightened smile widening as she lightly skipped just behind the obviously exhausted man. Following behind in lighter spirits Poppy glanced over her bare shoulder to take one last look of the wrym’s carcass, an unsettling sight but it also gave her home that perhaps if another slayer were to come upon it, then they would be able to seek her out. ”Please remain safe my friends..” Poppy cooed quietly under her breath, hands squeezing one another as she gave a silent prayer before picking up her pace to follow a little too closely to the man. Bright greens were wide as the short walk back to his employment let Poppy’s gaze sweep past her surroundings, so unlike the wilderness and vast castles that speckled across the landscape. It was unnerving to find such tall structures seemingly made of armor, along with smaller buildings all along a path made of what she suspected was stone, the vehicles of glass and metal peeking the fae’s interest as more than a few times she found herself lagging behind to take a closer look. ” This world is so odd...is this the work of alchemy?” Poppy exclaimed with a squeak, watching the neon flicker of a sign overhead buzz on and off before her very eyes. <br><br>So fascinated by the sights and sounds around herself Brett’s abrupt stop made the fae collide into his back with a small ‘oof’ Poppy stumbling back a fraction before she peered around his side towards the front of the bar curiously. ”A break? Do you require a rest?” she’d innocently muse, leaning on one foot as the ever present slither of vines stabilized her stance. What worry there had been for Brett’s condition however was quickly engulfed by the acceptance of her wish to stay with him, the fae nearly squealing as she grabbed his hand with her own two to give a warm squeeze. ”Ih thank you for this boon! It will be my honor to sleep on this couch of yours, you have my deepest gratitude priest~” Poppy chirped all too sweetly, the joy of her first task conquered causing an eruption of flowers to bloom just as happily in her hair, the cascade of petals showering down around her as she giggled.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 03:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Almost Home Sweet Home<br><hr>The entire time Poppy kept talking about a place of worship and making other strange comments. He didn’t quite understand until she grasped his hand in hers and called him a priest. <em>Her hands were small.</em> Brett’s brows rose. “I’m not a priest. I’m a bartender.”<br><br>Taking his hand back, Brett ordered, “Just wait here. I’ll be back in a second.”<br><br>He wasn’t so foolish to enter through the front. He walked around to the back of the bar and entered through the kitchen. He didn’t see Mr. Dapper and figured he was at the counter. He approached the door to the main room and gingerly placed his hand flatly against it. He eased it open to allow a slither of space for him to peek through. The Hounds were at the bar, boisterously retelling the tale about the giant snake in the metro. There weren’t too many patrons hanging around—not any who wanted to hear thugs talk. Mr. Dapper was listening when Brett whispered, “Psst!”<br><br>Mr. Dapper turned his head briefly toward the sound before he decided to step away from the counter while the bikers were drinking and talking. He entered the back kitchen and sighed in relief. “I thought they had beaten you up and left you dead in an alley somewhere. I swear I would have went looking for you once I closed this place up.”<br><br>“The girl got away. But besides that, I want to head out,” Brett said.<br><br>Mr. Dapper arched a curious brow. “Are you all right?”<br><br>“Yeah, I’m just exhausted.”<br><br>Mr. Dapper nodded. “All right. I’ll wrap things up here.”<br><br>“Those Hounds aren’t gonna be a problem are they?”<br><br>“And if they are, I’ll just call the cops. Don’t worry about it. Go get some rest, Hero.”<br><br>Brett made a face at Mr. Dapper for the teasing remark before he turned and headed for the back door. “Whatever. See ya.”<br><br>“It might be best you leave now while the Hounds are still here anyway.”<br><br>“Yeah, no kidding.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 22:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett | Hound goons<br><strong>Content:</strong>A place to stay!| Just a *bit* curious<br><hr><br>Giving a soft tilt of her head Poppy’s eyes flickered with amusement as her previous assessment had been misplaced,he was even <em>better</em> than a priest! ” A bartender? Most excellent! Men of the bar are often times the most knowledgeable of stories and news!Not to mention delicious mead!” the very thought of the drink made the fae’s mouth water, the gentle squeeze offered once more before Brett pulled away. If there was any hint of hurt feelings for such Poppy did not show it on her expression, her overtly affectionate being having to often times reel in her antics as many others were not custom to such; her fellow slayers included as only a few would willingly allow her to do so. Offering a soft nod her gaze would continue to linger on her surroundings as Brett went about inside the establishment, a soft hum gently vibrating in her throat as she bounced from one foot to another in high spirits. With the new dawn would begin a new day in which would perhaps make the task of finding her comrades easier, though with such colorful buildings and castles so high, it would ultimately be one of her greatest challenges to date. After all where should she start?<br><br>Hands folded behind her back properly the curious fae found her gaze wandering closer to the bar itself, the neat line of bikes peeking her interest as those wide greens glossed along the sleek metal of a chariot quite odd. Drawing closer with a coo Poppy inspected the motorcycles as she sank down lower, balancing on her tip toes as she traced a delicate finger along the tire. ”How odd...does the horse live within here?” speaking to herself Poppy pushed against the rim, perhaps a tad harder than she intended as the chain reaction it caused made her eyes widen. The domino effect was swift as the creak of the bike tilted off its stand, sending it crashing into the next and then the other after, until there was nothing but a pile of turned over motorcycles that gave a sharp crash in response as it rang out.<br><br>Wincing under the embarrassment Poppy quickly stood up with a squeak, shifting from foot to foot as she glanced around in a slight panic for her obvious misdeed. She had barely touched it! The crash alerted all those within the quiet block as no sooner had she turned did the furious sounds of thundering footsteps come bursting through the front door of the bar. <br><br><strong>”Dude what the fuck!?! My ride!”</strong> a hound nearly snarled out, his gaze following the fallen over bikes to he only other soul around as she stood frozen in place.<br><br><strong>”You got to be kidding me! You fucking bitch! Are you stupid or something!?”</strong> another rounded around the first, eyeing the red head as she held up her hands.<br><br>”Im sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Poppy started, the blooms within her hair beginning to wilt as she tried to apologize as sweetly as she could.<br><br><strong>”Shut the fuck up cunt, you’re gonna pay for this! You really think a ‘sorry’ is gonna fix this??”</strong><br><br>” It was an accident I swear, if you may-“<br><br><strong>”Just because you look like a freak don’t mean we ain’t gonna teach you a lesson cunt, you gotta be stupid as hell thinking you can mess with us!”</strong><br><br>Wincing under the barrage of threats and name calling Poppy could feel her eyes begin to burn with pin pricks of tears at the corners of her eyes, she really hadn’t meant any harm and would have done whatever she could to make up for her mistake but clearly the group had other ideas. Lower lip quivering the slayer felt her small fists shaking at her sides, glancing away as she sniffled. ”Don't call me such awful names!” she’d nearly beg, the group now circling around her giving a roar of laughter as they cracked their knuckles. <br><br><strong>”Awww...does the little girl not like-“</strong> the goon barely got out as his hand started to reach out to grab at Poppy, but before he could do so the sudden coil of a vine would stall what words and actions themselves to instead give a shriek. The moment the vine wrapped around his arm the man found himself swinging about wildly, watching as his horrified gang were scattering to keep from getting taken out by himself. Slamming the goon hard against the pavement the vine continued to fling him around like a rag doll, hitting the pavement in an arch over and over before being released with a savage toss into the street.<br><br><strong>”Dude what the fuck!?”</strong> another cried out, watching as the vines extending from Poppy’s back snared each and every member, swinging them wildly overhead like a writhing sea creature as the fae wiped her eyes. The bikers would barely know what hit them as the incident only lasted a few moments, the sea of bodies all slung over the pavement as they gave various groans and squeals of pain for getting sumo tossed like it was nothing.<br><br>”Please forgive me, I don’t like being called names.” Poppy would finally speak with authentic sorrow for having done such, standing in the middle of the ring of men on their backs and sides like a pristine daisy in the muck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 23:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading home<br><hr>Brett was walking out the back when he heard loud cursing. It sounded like trouble, and he remembered the little red head was at the front of the bar. “Damn it. What now?” he exclaimed as he ran as fast as he could down the alley to the front. As soon as he emerged from the alley, he was halted in his tracks by the sight of Poppy and her vines flinging the bikers around. His jaw dropped as he surveyed everything that had happened from the gang scattered about her to the fallen bikes.<br><br>“What are you doing?! Are you insane?” Brett yelled. He raced over to the shrimp and grasped her hand before he quickly fled the scene with her.<br><br>Mr. Dapper stepped out front and stared in shock at all the downed hounds. Had there been a gang fight? They had just left his bar not too long ago. He glanced down the street to see the back of Brett running with a girl short enough to be a child. Had Brett done this? He must have been underestimating him.<br><br>“Jesus…” Mr. Dapper breathed. <em>Serves them right.</em><br><br>Without calling for an ambulance or any sort of aid, Mr. Dapper walked back into the bar and locked it up for the night.<br><br>Meanwhile, once Brett felt they had fled far enough away, he released Poppy’s hand as he tipped his head back slightly, trying to catch his breath. “You got to stop,” he told the fae through his panting.<br><br>He looked down at her and warned, “You can’t go doing things like that around here. You could have killed someone, and if the police found out, I wouldn’t be able to help you!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 00:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 7:45 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake, Montgomery (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Goin' to work with pep! (It's a sugar high).</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Blue raspberry.<br><br>There were a lot of inventions folks took for granted. Medicine. Most of applied physics. Blue fucking raspberry. A completely made-up flavour, engineered by delicious science. There were no such thing as blue colored raspberries in the wild and yet…   “Mmm,” a blue raspberry slush with a little bit o’ vanilla soft serve was a glorious breakfast drink. The bell of the small, 24-hour Convenience store <em>dinged</em> as the short, curvy <em>adult</em> exited its glass doors, bright blue plastic cup in hand, hot pink straw between her lips. Whomever invented blue raspberry deserved a fucking peace prize because today, was gonna be a great, sunshine-<em>y</em> day.<br><br>Raven City was quite noisy if you knew where to be. Particularly during the morning rush, standing in the aisle of a chatterin’ street car. Reese’s free hand grasped a metal beam above her bright, blonde head to keep her balance as she peered out of the moving trolley, watching her neighborhood past her by. <em>Stupid park curfew.</em> It looked just fine now. It was probably just gangs and politics. It was always gangs and politics. “Thanks y’all!” Reese landed on the sidewalk at her stop and kept walking north, just a few blocks, leaving the mostly packed street car behind. A short ride, sure, but the slushy was more than worth it. Blue <em>fucking</em> raspberry.<br><br>The morning sun made the auto-body shop smell even better. It always had a certain stink of gasoline, Windex and air freshener but today… “Mmm hm, mmm…” Reese chewed on her hot pink straw as she pulled out a jangle of keys and put the biggest one into the door, then punched four numbers into the pin pad, letting herself into the ‘lobby’ of the garage. More peppermints in the candy bowl, a blue check-mark next to her name on the staff whiteboard, and a song booming through the speakers and Rust and Ruckus was nearly open for business. Her slushy <em>clapped</em> on the front desk as she thumbed through the team binder. Jobs for today, messages on the answering machine. <em>Why didn't the boys like the opening shift again?</em><br><br>Hangovers. Probably. They complained the opening shift was too early but it was definitely late enough to get a slushy with ice cream. When she was a kid, she got up <em>with</em> the sun to help with the dairy cows. Sometimes even before it. She flicked on a few more light switches, then grabbed her slushy and headed to the individual garages next door. According to the binder, there was... "Mmm..." She slurped her slushy as she walked from stall to stall. Two badass Harleys, a Chevy Impala, a rusty old Ford truck that was definitely on its ninth life, and an... "The fuck." Did the door look... wrecked? It was definitely warped. But warped from the inside. And it's hinges were... "Mmm..." Reese's gray eyes flicked over to the Escalade as she slurped her slurpy. It looked clean. The floors were definitely <em>cleaner</em> than Montgomery would've left them. Now his impatient apprentice Jake on the other hand... well, the wiry kid was about to get <em>fired</em>.<br><br>"Yo. Wakey Wakey, <em>Jakey</em>." Reese's free hand rasped on the window of the Escalade, still holding her slurpy in the other. "If ya go on a joy ride with customer merchandise, don't sleep with the evidence." She had to admit Jake had some god damn <em>balls</em>. Granted, Reese hadn't been the easiest to apprentice either, but that's because she didn't care for text books or authority. She sure as shit didn't borrow vehicles after hours, crash land, and then sleep in them. Problem uno, send Jake home. Problem duo, fix the busted door. Problem tres... "Is your <em>friend</em> in the car too?" Well fuck. Reese was <em>also</em> going to get fired. In a fiery blaze of glory, they'd probably fire Montgomery too. And no one did crisp windshield repairs like Montgomery. The dude had done detailing at Rust and Ruckus for nearly two decades. She took the biggest gulp of her slurpy yet. <em>Fucking</em> blue raspberry. "I <em>like</em> my job, Jake." Reese warned, and began lifting a metal ladder from the side wall, only to position it underneath the busted door. "I'm an honest gal, Jake, so unfortunately I like my job, mmm, well more than I like you." Her yellow converse sneaks ascended metal step after metal step, still holding her slurpy like a treasure from a happier time. "This is not good, ya'll." The door was gonna be at least an hours worth of work. And she <em>just</em> got here. "No fucking bueno. I'm gonna need an... fuck, brain freeze, mmm,"&nbsp; Maybe if Reese could fix the door well enough... Fuck she still hated lyin'. Lying was the worst. Jake and his <em>friend</em> went on a joy ride and she was going to have to tell the boss. She swallowed -- hard -- and focused at the top of the door above her head. She could fix the door. Just start with the god damn door, Reese. <br><br>"Jake." The kid better be paying attention. "Get my toolbox and safety gear from the back. I think we're gonna have to weld this motherfucker back into shape. After that I'll check the Escalade for ya, okay? Montgomery gets here at eleven and then you're all his. But until then..." Reese sat down on the top of the ladder and continued to inspect the inside of the door with childlike curiosity. It wasn't a car, or a bike, but Reese loved a good challenge, thankfully for Jake and his friend. Fucking daredevils. Her delicate fingers ran along the top, imagining the force that had dented it. Did Jake already try to fix this himself? The Escalade looked... normal. There was no dents in the car at all. But... if the Escalade didn't go through the garage door... And the door was fucked but still, technically, 'together'... Was Jake covering somethin'? Reese took another, careful, slurp. "... I got ya."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 01:38:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett | <del>Hound goons</del><br><strong>Content:</strong> Pouting <br><hr><br>Smoothing over the skirt of her nature laden attire the sudden shriek from Brett made the fae pause, peering innocently over her shoulder as what tears there had been had long dried. ”They started it! I was just trying to apologize!” she’d huff back in a pout, turning an eye back towards the men around her feet before she blew out her cheeks.”They called me names, that’s not how you treat a maiden.” The grab of her hand however easily pulled the slayer along as her short legs struggled to keep up some, wild mane flowing behind her to leave nothing but the smallest trace of petals to leave in her wake. <br><br>In truth she didn’t feel as though she was the one to be scolded, she had tried to be apologetic before the hounds turned on her, the thought not sitting well with Poppy as she was being dragged along by Brett. Only when he released his grip on her hand did the fae scrunch her nose in a pout, small hands on her hips as the run seemingly had not taken much out of her as the human. ”I was simply defending myself, they were going to attack me. Am I not supposed to take down those who wish to do me harm? “ Poppy blew out her cheeks once more, listening to Brett with some annoyance...but he did have a point she supposed. <br><br>”I did not harm them <em>that</em> much... any man can surely tolerate a little more if they were strong enough.” she mused defensively, thin arms soon coming to cross under the heave of her chest before she finally sighed. She didn’t want to upset Brett any more than she already had, her pout softening some before the light slump of her shoulders and tapered ears drooped some. ” I’m sorry... truly.. I will...refrain from causing more harm..to at least those not beast’s.” Poppy promised, giving a small smile before she blinked. <br><br>”Will you still aide me?” she’d ask gently now, for a short moment concerned her rash behavior was too much for the human to tolerate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 01:54:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0745<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Des (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Jake rambling.<br><hr>Jake had been knocked out, leaning against the passenger door of the Escalade. He and the Dragon Slayer had been working on what they could until he could no longer see straight. There was a rapping on the window, and Jake’s eyes cracked open. Groggily, he sat up in his seat, rubbing his eyes, and when one of his blue orbs happened to roll over to see Reese’s face instantly all fatigue was washed away and was replaced with horror.<br><br>“Oh shit! Reese!” he shouted.<br><br>A joy ride? “No; wait. You misunderstand! I’m so glad you’re here!” the teenager waited for her to open the door, unleashing upon her a deluge of seemingly fantastical information. “I came to the shop last night. I know you’re probably thinking what the fuck? I know. I’m sorry, but I wanted to get the Escalade done and prove to you guys I could do it. But any way, I heard some loud noises, and I thought ‘Of fuck, the shop is being robbed!’ But then these big-ass dragons burst out of the garage! They turned and saw me, and I thought I was gonna die, but then this dude showed up covered in armor. Reese! He has fucking fire powers! He just slaughters these dragons like they were nothing, and I was freaking out the entire time! <em>Oh my god! Dragons! Dude!</em> He was gonna leave me alone and I begged him not to, and he stuck around. We went searching the shop for dragons and shit. Stay calm! There are no more dragons here. We already checked. I asked him to help me fix the Escalade because I saw that the dragons had fucked it up. I asked him to help me fix it, and then I would help him find a place to stay.”<br><br>Jake smiled sheepishly and blushed. “You know I was thinking he could stay with you because you live alone. I didn’t mention it to him! I was just thinking it. I can’t bring him home with me. My parents would freak out, and my sister would never shut the fuck up about it. And…”<br><br>Two minutes into his explanation he realized he was rambling. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at a man in armor lounged across the backseat. “By the way, the Dragon Slayer I mentioned. Yeah, he’s in the back,” he concluded.<br><br>The knight looked just as knocked out as Jake had been. His face was turned into the backrest, one leg stretched down the length of the seat, while the other rested on the floor. His hands were folded over his stomach, chest rising and falling from his quiet snores. He had never slept in a carriage so comfortable, and he wasn’t going to remember falling asleep. He had merely laid down, blacked out, and soon he was drooling in his sleep like a baby.<br><br>Jake hopped out of the passenger seat, smirking to himself as he wondered what Reese thought. She probably didn’t think he was full of shit anymore. How else would a dude in armor be in the back of an Escalade? It only validated his story! He retrieved her toolbox and equipment, slyly returning to her side. “<em>So~</em>?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 02:21:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading home<br><hr>Brett listened to Poppy’s explanation and actually thought he was listening to a fussy child. “Yeah, they do that. They’re assholes and that’s why you need to stay away from them,” he stated.<br><br>“You didn’t harm them that much?” he repeated in disbelief. “You laid out an entire gang! I was surprised they were still breathing. All that magic stuff, you need to keep it a secret, all right? There are some awful people in this world. Worse than those guys. They do some shady shit and the last thing I want is for you to get taken away and experimented on.”<br><br>He was about to continue leading her back to his apartment, when his eyes happened to sweep over the responsive flowers in her hair. He pointed at them, “You have to do something about that too. If people see those flowers moving like that, they’ll get scared and start asking questions.”<br><br>Brett then groaned as he realized he was almost telling her to change completely. He wasn’t sure if the flowers were her style or identity. Sighing, he forcefully calmed his nerves and held up a hand. “Look, I’m sorry. This has just been a really long day. I am tired; I got elbowed in the stomach; I just want to go home and shower without anymore problems, okay? Can we do that?” he begged. “And of course, I’m gonna still help you. I don’t have any girl clothes, but we can worry about that in the morning.”<br><br>Just thinking about the morning irritated him. It wasn’t Poppy’s fault. He had two classes, but at least one was around lunch and the other in the afternoon. He wasn’t sure if he could trust her being alone in his apartment. She didn’t know what anything was. He could return to his apartment in flames.<br><br>As they walked, he explained, “I got two classes tomorrow. I will have to leave you alone for one hour around noon, and then one hour in the afternoon. Do not break anything; burn down the apartment; or go wandering off. Got that? When I get done with class, since I don’t work tomorrow, I can help you find your friends.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 02:51:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett <br><strong>Content:</strong> Pouting| But calming down<br><hr><br>”But!”Poppy started to argue though she stopped herself as the obvious manner she had gone about disposing of the hounds was mentioned. Maybe she <em>had</em> reacted a bit poorer than she meant to, the beings of this strange world seemingly far more fragile than those whom she had spent company with. Her own strength rivaled along side her fellow slayers as the reminder to keep herself in check was a lapse, especially with Brett’s explanation of far worse beings whom would experiment on her if she was found out. ”Experiment?” Giving a soft blink the fae repeated the word with some confusion, though from the tone it didn’t sound like a good thing. Frowning slightly her gaze fell down to her bare feet as they walked, feeling a bit ashamed of herself and her antics, after all Brett was just looking out for her, something that was a prayer from the heavens themselves, and she was behaving poorly. ”Sorry... I’ll behave..” the slayer relented, hands twiddling in front of herself.<br><br>The telling off did it’s purpose of reigning the slayer in enough although Brett’s insistence of hiding once cheerful blooms erupting from her very being made her already pouting features fall more, the flowers themselves sensing his dislike of such as the bright petals began to wilt away sadly. Hanging her head Poppy didn’t give an answer this time as she glanced away, the short silence making her nerves flare with some guilt and anxiety that crept uncomfortably over herself. A world with the inability to express herself freely? It made some sense considering how limited and occupied the land was of lifeless steel and brick, what feeble buds of life practically wailing a sorrowful tune that seemed to be unable to be heard but only for herself to witness.<br><br>Ready to settle herself with silence to not bother Brett further, the soft sound of a groan caught her attention, the man relenting some as he apologized. Blinking softly Poppy found a small smile beginning to curl across her lips as he explained how he was still willing to help her; with some arbitrary rules of course. It was more than enough to perk the fae up like a rising lily in the morning glow. Squealing softly she’d practically bounce to link her thin arms around his own happily, what downcast mood all but lifted as she smiled brightly.<br><br>” Can do!No destroying anything, that I can promise!” she’d chirp back sweetly, keeping her blooms in check as she hummed. ”I can assure you fire is the least likely with me, I am weak to such so I shall not go near it.” she’d add thoughtfully, the day had indeed been a long one as after the exhausting experience Poppy found all she wanted to do was curl up on herself and rest.<br><br>Her eyes would however brighten all the more as Brett seemed intent in joining her to search for her friends, the thought so exciting she could barely contain herself. Pushing herself to her tip toes, and with a light flex of vines giving her a few more inches, she’d press a friendly kiss to Brett’s cheek before resuming her normal height. ”Thank you for your kindness, you have my upmost gratitude bartender.” the red head cooed warmly, content that at the very least the rest of the evening would be well enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 03:45:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0200<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Home Sweet Home<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images1.apartments.com/i2/QCobxbX67povk1r1tZnrSy94LkPph2Sqpg5nL-P_ZBA/117/image.jpg)</div>Brett’s eyes grew when Poppy raised up using her height and power to peck his cheek. His own cheeks blossomed with red, but the feeling had been too odd. To be kissed by such a strange girl. It had made him feel awkward and abashed. Seeing her happy did make him smile, but unfortunately, he didn’t feel any less tired.<br><br>“Aagh,” he moaned pathetically. “Come on, let’s get home. No more delays. I have never felt so desperate to collapse upon my mattress.”<br><br>He led the little bud to his apartment. They walked up a flight of twisting stairs to the second floor. The hallway smelled of dog urine from the many people who kept dogs but didn’t take them outside. As they walked down to the corner, they arrived at his studio, which was pretty big for being only one bedroom and one bath. He had gotten lucky with the corner room. With a rattle of his keys, he opened the door and stepped aside to allow the fae to wander in first.<br><br>“Here we are.” He made sure to point out the couch. Unsure if she had seen one before. “And that’s a couch.”<br><br>The apartment was mostly neat, mainly because he felt like he didn’t stay in it long enough to clutter it up. He used the microwave more than he used the stove. He closed the door behind them and locked it, drawing the chain across. “I’ll go get you some blankets and better pillows than that.”<br><br>Brett walked over to the closet, retrieving a quilt and two pillows. He tossed the two pillows down on the couch and draped the blanket across. “I’m sorry that I’m not giving you much of a tour. I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick—get cleaned and everything, and then it’s all yours.”<br><br><em>She probably doesn’t even know what it is</em>, he mused. He tried not to think about it. He didn’t have the energy to give her a tour. “I’ll show you around the place in the morning.”<br><br>Brett left her to head to his room to collect a random T-shirt and shorts that he typically wore to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 21:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett <br><strong>Content:</strong> Content<br><hr><br>”Yes let us retire for the evening!” Poppy practically cheered as she gave a bounce on the balls of her feet, that despite the outward display of energy that radiated off of her being, the slayer was all too ready to finally rest. It felt as if a full lunar cycle had passed since she last could shut her eyes, although the safe haven of her typical abode would be missed, she was curious how a bartender lived. ”You may call me Poppy if you like...I’d admit I’d prefer it.” the fae cooed gently as the chaos of the evening had left what introductions misplaced, although she was fairly certain she was most to blame for the lack of manners. Regardless the quip was masked with a soft yawn escaping the pout of her lips, a small hand raising to pat the center lightly as they walked. Brett was quite the strange fellow with all his rules and such, but the disarming kiss to the cheek had been amusing. Perhaps in this world the welcoming and gratitude of the gesture was marred some? Her own kind felt no such flustering under such...although perhaps he did bare some resemblance to others as the reaction hadn’t surprised her much.<br><br>Stifling another yawn with a soft coo Poppy used what little energy she had left to take the stairs two at a time, balancing on her tip toes as she kept up with the tired man. The strange set up of his home peeked her interest as curious eyes glanced around, a series of doors all looking the same seeming almost to be a means of protection to the fae, after all an enemy could become confused by so many similar housings would they not? Stepping through carefully as the door was opened Poppy found a brief second wind as she was greeted with a comfortable place of residence, the various furnishings tempting the fae to touch <em>touch</em> everything, but she managed to control herself, less she get another scolding.<br><br>The couch he spoke of looked harmless enough as even while he spoke the slayer was already walking towards it, giving it a careful inspection before she gave the cushion a poke. Feeling the softness her smile split further as all at once she flopped down on it with a giggle, her petite form giving a few exploratory bounces before she seemed confident. ”It is most pleasant! I fear I will never wake from such comforts.” Poppy happily squealed, falling onto her back with a satisfied sigh, her short form easily fitting to allow herself to lounge as she hummed to herself. Poking her head up briefly as Brett apologized and stated he was going to the bathroom, she simply smile in response, after all he had just as difficult of an evening as she had. ”It is understandable, please tend to yourself I will not touch anything.” Promising with a nod the slayer nuzzled into the offered pillows with a slightly more thoughtful smile, hugging the pillow to her chest as she thought. <br><br>She only hoped her friends were in just as comfortable company, another hug given before the effortless wane of her vines and leaves began to fall away from her figure, the blanket only half adjusted across her thighs as before she could conjure up another thought she was sound asleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>09-04-2022, 02:05:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.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> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open/Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in a strange land || &nbsp;Mood (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDYqT0_9VR4&amp;ab_channel=LeagueofLegends)<br><hr><br>Dekado didn't remember much about the reason or even the moments before the tear in the fabric of reality sucked him through. It was like the strangest sensation that gravity stopped working for a moment then decided to work again only this time it was no longer under him but pulling him sideways through a powerful vacuum. The weightless feeling was rather enjoyable actually. Hell, the speed he got sucked through was enough to almost make him cheer. Hitting the very solid tree the moment his vision cleared and then falling two hundred meters was decidedly less enjoyable. He remembered he was with some of the other Dragon Slayers but again that jarring sudden stop made coherent thought difficult.<br><br>His body took over, muscle memory and combat reflexes honed over the centuries had him reaching for branches, kicking off the trunk and trying to guestimate how far the ground was so he could land, preferably not on his head. It was a controlled crash. Sure. Crashes were totally fucking controllable. He was glad no one but—what were these creatures? They would be chipmunks; he would discover later. They scattered at first but then came back to investigate. He crouched and surveyed the wooded place he was in. There were a smells, a multitude of lights and mechanical noises he had never heard before in the distance. It was safe to say he was no longer in the King’s lands. It was dark out and not winter. That was good. He hated snow. He had lived in the darkness of caverns for centuries and it was only after gaining some of the abilities of a dragon did he ever feel discomfort in the gloom. He spit out some blood and the squirrels glanced at his offering, not really impressed. <br><br>As a Dragon Slayer would heal quickly, when the sun came up even more so. For now, he conserved his energy and used his life sense ability to discover if there was anyone near him. He couldn’t feel Pharon or Poppy, he could swear they were right beside him before the tree happened. Olena…nope. He reached for Shashiko, Jin then Destrian. Still nothing. Perhaps if weren’t dazed and seeing stars still it would be better? He stood to his full height and felt his ribs and some other internal organs protest. Let them. He needed to figure out where he was. He walked in the park and came across a fountain. It took a moment to figure out how to work it. He rinsed his mouth out of the blood and tree, then drank his fill. Finding a bench by some strange contraptions that may have been a training ground for children he let himself sit and then got comfortable and slept. <br><br>He awoke when he felt a human girl approach. The sun had been out for an hour or so and he had healed his injuries. Her garb was strange. It made sense; he was a stranger in a strange land. There were more noises now and more smells. Human children usually approached him without fear. It was the pointy ears. That and they instinctively knew they were safe with him.&nbsp; He felt another presence coming from the tree line. Leathers, an insignia was of a three headed hound serving as a mount for some infernal voluptuous female. The human girl saw this person and quickly ran to Dekado. “Back up Legolas. I only want the girl.” Who the fuck was Legolas? Dekado decided that he didn’t much like this biker. As an envoy for the king, he didn’t want to start something with the nobles of this realm, but he would be damned if he let his donkey take the young child.<br><br>“I’m the King’s knight. I suggest you leave.” He didn’t need to draw his blade. The way this man moved indicated he knew how to handle himself in a fight but that was in comparison to a fish monger. The idiot reached for a small blade, maybe something you would pare some fruit with…ok it was a foot long, but still—how insulting. Dekado moved the young girl behind him as the biker approached. The biker was used to being recognized as dangerous. Perhaps from his insignia. Most people back up or reach for their phones hoping the cops will arrive. They don’t stand calmly judging him. The blade flashed in an arc…about ten centimeters away from the Dragon Slayer’s nose. There was no point even moving although his eyes did glow with the warmth of the sun. The Hound of Lilith decided to just leave. This was just too fucked up.<br><br>He turned as he heard another voice. “Amber I told you to not wander off…and who is this bum?” Amber got offended for Dekado. “He’s not a bum. He’s a cosplayer.” she called out over her shoulder. This human was a little older, a teen-age person. “He scared the crap out of the biker guy.” Dekado was pulled along as Amber decided that he was now her friend. They were at a table with books. A number of teens and they were all wearing uniforms all looked up at him in various states of wonder and perhaps some amusement.<br><br>He wondered if their faction were at odds with the three headed dog faction. “Dude…you should take off. That Hound is going to return with back up.” As he said that it occurred to him that they should all pack up. He looked at them all and shrugged. None of them had the callouses of weapons training. None of them carried weapons. “There is no need to worry. I won’t let them harm you.” Dekado stated. His deep voice combined with the near musical quality of elven speech was hopefully reassuring. “They don’t care about the law. They are going to kill you.” Dekado shook his head. “No, they are going to try. They have unlikely faced anyone like me before.” Another thing that was striking him as odd was that though they wore the same uniform, they came from different social strata. <br><br>“Alright cosplay, its your funeral.” “I’m Dekado. And I’m an elf…not a cosplay.” They all blinked. “Dude is in character. I’ll give him that.” Dekado couldn’t really make out if they were mocking him or not. Cosplay didn’t seem to have any connotation of positive or negative in their tone. “What are you studying?” “Stupid assignment for school. We have to figure out what some fossils meant in their lyrics for our teachers favourite song.” Ah, now the uniforms made sense. They all went to the same academy. “Is that what RCSA is…your academy of education?” Some of them looked down at their school crests. “Yeah, Raven City School for the Arts. Our school caters to more of an arts education.” Dekado nodded. An interesting social experiment. The three dogged ruffians must be from a rival lower-class warrior school. He looked at what they were doing. “Are the lyrics in an ancient tongue that makes them difficult to understand?”&nbsp; <br><br>There was that stunned silence for a moment and then one of the teen girls came over to sit beside him. She showed him her notebook. “No, its all English. Its just the context of what they were saying. We know all the words but what do they mean? What are they trying to say?” “May I hear this song?” he asked figuring as artists one of them would just sing it out. Instead, they pulled a device from a pouch they work on their back and moved something to his ear. “Holy shit, they feel real!” And then the &nbsp;<span class="bbc_u">song began to play as if by magic.</span> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYPWxymohWs&amp;ab_channel=CiaraVEVO) Perhaps they were technomancers? He listened carefully to Paint it Black. It nearly brought tears to his eyes. “I think I understand this song.” he says. “No way!” “Way.” he says trying to be part of the local slang. They had the lyrics printed out. “Ok…first impressions.” The girl beside him said. “And what is your name?” he asked. “Tiffany.” He never heard that name before. “Very well Tiffany. This song is sung from the point of view of a warrior that has come back from battle. He doesn’t feel he can fit in with the society he has sworn to protect anymore. And clearly there is a person he loved that has perished…it was his last tether and hence the song. He is pouring out his grief.”<br><br>Tiffany brightened up. “So the red door is a metaphor for his heart?” Dekado nods and the rest of them, well except for Amber start scribbling. Amber was checking out his sword still strapped to his back. “Is this real?” “Yes, be careful.” “Are you sure about this?” “I have no ideas about some of the references…’ “Like what…the green sea turning a deeper blue?” “No I got that reference. What is a car?” They did another double take and just chalked it up to staying in character. He was fun enough though so they went with it. “Its like a wagon or a carriage that doesn’t need a horse.” Tiffany supplied. “About that stanza ‘<em>No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue, I could not foresee this thing happening to you’</em>…what does that mean?”<br><br>“The sea is green at the shore. It turns blue as you head out from the shore. What he is saying here is that his life is one dimensional and shallow with no hope of ever becoming a deeper thing any longer. The last part was about him never perceiving losing his loved one…he fought in war. He understood his own mortality but coming back and losing someone during a time of peace was not something he ever envisioned.” It was then that the sound of something mechanical, a few somethings started nearing. “He is returned.” “You should run dude.” the one with the name Chad emblazoned beneath the Academy’s crest said. “No, they should never have returned. Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” The were about to say that they should go to school, but it was hard not to believe in this elf cosplay. He owned it. Amber tugged at his belt. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” <br><br>He knelt by her. “I would like you to look away. I don’t want you to see me this way.” he said and squeezed her shoulder. She figured that he meant getting shot and tried to nod. He approached the bikers as they stopped and settled their mechanical mounts. “Not even going to draw your sword there Legolas?” He was getting really tired of this Legolas fellow. He would have to find him and have a talk with him. “There are laws about killing in this kingdom. I would not like to start my first day here by breaking them.” They pulled out what was clearly a weapon from holsters at their side. They held it like a miniature crossbow. They were bunched up together, used to fighting along side each other. They were clearly not afraid, that would change soon. “I’m going to take that little blond girl and her friends…” and then Dekado was a blur of motion and amongst them. No one had ever seen a jumping spinning hook kick cover over twenty meters in a blink of an eye before. It sent the speaking biker sailing back towards his mount. <br><br>Rising up three quick strikes to groin, solar plexus and throat disabled another, throwing him at his rushing friend stopped a third. There was cursing and snarling from the bikers trying to get a bead on him but he kept stepping in front of one of their friends. Grabbing the wrist of the weapon-hand of the fourth, he squeezed, and a crunching sound happened, as the gun fell from his useless hand he kicked it at the head of the last one. Another crunching sound as it smashed some of his teeth in and broke his nose. He looked at the conscious ones. “If I see you again. I will show no mercy and seriously hurt you.” There was no threat or bravado. Simple words making a simple promise. “Amber, Tiffany and the others are under my protection…oh, and tell Legolas he can fuck off. He is giving us a bad name if you have no respect for him.”<br><br>Walking back to the teens he tried to smile to show he was no threat to them. They were in some kind of shock. “Maybe you should go to school now. I need to find my friends.” Amber came forward. “Do you have a phone?” He shook his head. “You should get one. Here is my number.” She tore a page out of her book and wrote down some numbers. “I want to see you again.” “I’ll come back here. The rift from my realm opened up somewhere nearby. I need to find it.” he said. Amber shrugged. “So you are going to be in this park in the mornings?” “Some mornings yes.” “Okie dokie then. See you soon…oh and I like your armour, but you may need some new clothes on top of your phone. I think UTalk is offering some kind of special for new users.” Tiffany walked over, he saw the resemblance now. “Here.” she said handing him another page she had just written on. “This is my number. Tell the guy at the kiosk that we brought you on board. You’ll get a discount on the price and they will give me a free month.” <br><br>What the fuck is a kiosk? “I’ll look into it. I promise.” he says. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-04-2022, 18:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast of Champions<br><hr>Brett had showered and changed into his night clothes, and upon stepping out of the bathroom with his work uniform clutched in a pile in his arms, he noticed the apartment was quiet. Gazing at the back of the couch, he figured the Dragon Slayer had fallen asleep (and beaten him to it). She had been so bursting with energy, he didn’t think it was possible. Brett took his clothes to his bedroom and dumped them into the hamper. He quietly returned to the main room to cut out all the lights and then returned to his bedroom. Closing the door, he walked over to his bed and collapsed. With a relieved moan, he embraced his pillow and buried his face into it.<br><br><em>This is all a stupid dream</em>, he thought. Dragons; Dragon Slayers; short flower girls; he had to be dreaming! This didn’t happen. She could have been an escaped experiment or lunatic. What if her friends were other lunatics? What if the government was already searching for her? His thoughts were making him apprehensive, and it was too late to start considering such possibilities. He reached over to his nightstand lamp and switched it off. Draped in darkness, Brett immediately fell asleep.<br><br>That morning, Brett had awoken around 8 o’clock. He laid in bed, recalling the events of last night. Unfortunately, he couldn’t pretend that none of it happened. He had a strange girl in his apartment, and the sooner he helped her find her friends, then the sooner his life could return to normal. Maybe. He closed his eyes. As long as dragons remained in the city, there wasn’t going to be normal.<br><br><em>Why did this have to happen to me?</em> he wondered.<br><br>He was hungry; and his hunger reminded him that he didn’t have any decent food. Yesterday, he only had to worry about himself. He didn’t care about microwave meals, but he wasn’t sure what Poppy would like. Tossing back the blankets, Brett swung his legs around and stood. A large yawn escaped him as he headed for his bedroom door, opening it to step into the hallway. There was a groggy look on his face as he passed through the hall and turned out of it into the living room. The kitchen had been immediately next to it. It was a small kitchenette that did the job. He opened the freezer and removed a box of sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwiches. They weren’t the healthiest thing, but they saved him money. He proceeded to prepare them for the microwave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 15:10:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett <br><strong>Content:</strong> Sleepy little flower<br><hr><br>The moment her head hit the fluffy warmth of the pillow Poppy found what last shred of energy sap away, the facade of bursting excitement she had displayed a mask for the actuality of just how exhausted she had become. Channeling the source of her nature throughout the seemingly never ending battle only to rush head first into another had taken its toll on the fae, coupled with the mind teasing numbness that was trying to understand this new world she had found herself thrust within, along with the gripping concern of her friends own fates; it was a level of mental strain and gymnastics she hadn’t been prepared for. Even the sheer act of clothing herself to become somewhat appropriate had no more inkling to remain, although partly it was due to wanting to make herself as comfort as possible as well. The comfort of the couch cradled her slumbering form like a cloud, the quilt having been offered at some point getting kicked off as the fae dreamed of epic battles and reuniting with her fellow slayers. They never left her mind even while she slept, her bright optimism already planning of what sorts of what would play out once they were all reunited; surely a feast of the new cuisine of this world would have to be in order.<br><br>By the time morning rounded Poppy was still happily snoozing away on the couch, the wild mane of her fiery copper hair washing around her prone figure as she nuzzled into the pillow with a half hearted smile, dreaming sweetly even when the reality was she was far from her own land. The warm rays of the peeking sun poking through the blinds did little to stir the creature as she snored softly, a twitch every now and again given as she flopped over onto her other side to muffle something in her sleep. Sounds of footsteps however perked what latent prowess she had as a slayer however as instinctively she poked her head up with slightly narrowed eyes, the brief moment of confusion soon ebbing away however as a blurry sight of Brett crossing the living room made her settle. Ah that was right, Brett was not a threat, the man having opened his home and kindness to her previously. <br><br>Slowly sitting up on her knees Poppy gave a soft yawn as she stretched her arms high above her head, still half asleep and now no longer sensing danger leaving the fae to act as she would normally in the morning; the sleepy bud groggy and needing some time to wake before her bearings came back to her. The curious sounds within the room however drive her to slip from the couch and onto her bare feet with a sound, a tiny fist rubbing at her eye as the other stifled another yawn that was escaping from her lips while stumbling closer. ”Good morning Brett, are you well?” Poppy sleepily cooed, the river of her hair washing down to the small of her back, although in her state she’d neglected pondering towards her current attire, or rather lack of, the slayer standing with a light cock of her hip but nothing else. Still rubbing her eye to try and rub the sleep out Poppy almost didn’t notice herself as the smell of food made her stomach growl with a full roar, perking up enough to saddle next to his side as she cooed. ”Ooo what is this?” Poppy hummed, using the counter to push herself onto her tip toes as she peered towards the box that seemed to be lit up?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 17:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nature girls, am I right?<br><hr>Brett peeled away the plastic on the sandwiches. He opened the overhead cabinet and removed some saucers to place them on in the microwave. He heard Poppy stirring, but he didn’t pay her too much mind as he continued with his current task. Tearing away some paper towels, he placed them over the sandwiches before closing the microwave door and pressing in the cooking time. He glanced down at Poppy as she peered over the counter at the microwave.<br><br>Brett smiled at her curiosity and explained, “It’s called a microwa-AAAH!”<br><br>The college student immediately jerked back away from Poppy and backpedaled into his kitchen wall. He back met the wall with a slam as he pressed himself against it and raised the back of his hand to his eyes to hide them.<br><br>“ARE YOU CRAZY? PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! YOU CAN’T WALK AROUND HERE LIKE THAT!” he shouted, face glowing red in his embarrassment. “Poppy, if you don’t keep your clothes on then you’re not getting any breakfast!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 18:23:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mMlcLt9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone - Bowen/Dekado<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wandering, then hunting.<br><hr>From a field of green, scorched with dragonfire and stained with the creatures blood, to then be devoured by a swirling mass of energy that not even a shadow could avoid. Both Sashiko and her slain quarry were stolen away and flung through space and time, to be so unceremoniously dumped elsewhere in the world. Elsewhere, and Sashiko had not a clue where. The tunnel eventually saw it's light at the end, and she found herself coming out of it, feet skidding on hard, yet smooth ground a foot or two before reaching a stop. Ruffled by the rough journey, Sashiko looked over her shoulder, seeing that her transport was gone, no trace of it's portal in the narrow corridor she found herself in. Surrounded by grey bricks, and an unnerving starless sky overhead. "A land, where no star dare to shine?" She questioned towards the clear sky, bereft of even clouds. <br><br>And yet, stepping from the cold alleyway, she finds a street positively shining, signs of neon, flashing lights, street lamps, people milling about, some even holding little rectangular lanterns that shine dim blue-light from a glassy surface. "Perhaps these people, bereft of guiding stars, made their own to find their way..." Because despite their forms being that of humankind, their garb, their gait and manner of speaking was so foreign. Most the words sounded the same, but the inflections and tones were all off, even for the peasant-folk of where she was from. Would they he hostile? Should she hide? A few passerby looked at her, gave a confused or amused look, but otherwise, did not bother with her. So deeply minding their own business. Most didn't even acknowledge the people around them.<br><br>The sights and overwhelming sounds and strangeness of it all, it was near enough to distract her from what had just happened. But, she felt her soul twinge. Her prey was still out there, somewhere near by. Her eyes narrowed to lethal focus, and she took off running to where her soul guided her. Through streets and alleyways, knocking over stray refuse bins, and forcing pedestrians to swerve out of the way. <br><br>In the courtyard of some halls of knowledge, a place of prospective college, there was a grand and terrifying rumble. Stone and metal crashing in to one another, the courtyard's fountain was smashed to ruble, with a strange pile of green jagged stones laying in it's ruins. As some gawkers began to gather, they saw the green rubble was shuddering and shaking in slow, rhythmic motions. Coming alive, taking the form right out of storybooks, as a dragon rose to it's feet. One wing was hacked wholly off, blood seeping down it's side from the vicious wound. The other, it's leather between all torn up, being eaten away at by some sizzling black acid. <br><br>Luckily, not one, but two Dragonslayers were nearby to save the day. But, the panicking students, bikers and passerbys didn't know any of that. All they saw was an angry, dangerous and wounded dragon, roaring it's rage and hate to a starless sky, a gout of flame hurled from it's sword-filled maw. Moments after it's rise, the dragon's hunter arrives. Moving fast, faster between light and shadows, a grand blade wreathed in black and purple erupting from her hands, as her focus was narrowed upon the dragon. Not the crowds and their blue-light lanterns, not anything around her, only the prey. The beast reared back, eyes full of hate, and swiping it's green-scaled claw at shadows, finding only immaterial nothing and the dirt between it's claws. Swipes, slashes and stomps, after-images of green, terrible impacts and violence left in the dragon's wake, turning the remains of the fountain beneath it in to rubble. Fast as it was, hard to keep for human eyes, it was still slow to the hunter. Wounded, slowed, dying. It needed but a nudge to slip over the precipice... But just a nudge wouldn't do. <br><br>Sashiko found her destined place, feet planted, her sword clenched in both hands, right beneath the dragon's serpentine neck. Her sword cuts a curving arc, a trail of black void lit by outlines of black left behind by it's sweep. Bringing a dark moon to the school's courtyard for a few moments. The crescent strike cleaves through scale, muscle, bone and again on it's way out. Leaving a beheaded beast to thud to the ground, it's rage leaving with the last of it's blood and life. Sashiko's grand sword disappears, now that the battle has been won, and her prey defeated.<br><br>But now, she's left in a very strange world... And thus far, only one Dragonslayer besides herself to be seen. Dekado, lingering nearby. "And so, you are here. Wherever this <em>here</em> may be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 19:21:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett <br><strong>Content:</strong> Sleepy little flower<br><hr><br>Resting her elbows on the counter to allow her small chin to rest on her hands, Poppy’s eyes followed as Brett went about the task of their meal, the curious package dissembled and the pit into a magic box? Why it even it a song while doing so as the chirp of the buttons pressed did a little more to help wake her, although the promised food was far more of a temptation than anything. The very thought of trying a meal unlike any she had seen prepared before tickled the fae, her bent over figure lightly swaying as she giggled. ” A microwaaaa?” the slayer raised a brow curiously, uncertain for a moment if the device was actually called such, but Brett’s sudden shouting probably meant no.<br><br>All at once she felt herself landing in ‘trouble’ as Brett’s threat of not getting food unless she dressed was a matter that <strong>couldn’t</strong> happen; still he did seem to have a lot of these silly rules. Pushing herself back to her even footing Poppy flashed a pout before crossing her arms beneath the swell of her chest, for a moment uncertain if she was dealing with a eunuch. ” Have you not witness a woman’s nakedness before? I’ll admit I am not the most voluptuous but surely it’s not <em>that</em> offensive.” she blew out her cheeks some, giving her modest bust a squeeze before the layers of leaves began to speckle across her flesh, weaving a bodice to give Brett his peace as she let her hands fall down to her hips. Smoothing over the freckled flesh of the outside of her thighs, greenery would follow into a skirt to wrap around her until all her womanly parts were successfully covered.<br><br>It was a bit adorable watching Brett fluster so deeply though, Poppy soon flashing a wink towards the man as she popped up to plant herself in the counter to sit. The added bonus of being higher up would perhaps help Brett keep from having to talk down to her, especially as she seemed to continue the conversation. ” I fear if you react such to me, there are fellow slayers whom you would simply be unable to gaze at.” Poppy teased, folding her hands over her lap neatly while her stomach growled. Just dressing was already draining enough, as the fae lightly swayed before bringing a hand to rest at the center of her chest. ”Teasing aside...it takes strength to conjure my outfit currently, strength that is waning quite quickly after the battle of late.” The fae explained gently, a free hand held out to produce a small bud, that unlike her previous efforts last night, was drooping and seemed just as fragile as she was. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 20:07:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr>She didn’t even seem to be in a hurry to dress herself. Instead, she got offended that he wasn’t immediately enraptured by her appearance. Was she serious? She either had a shallow opinion of him or a high opinion of herself. Brett growled, “No walking around my house naked. I don’t walk around naked in front of you, so don’t walk around naked in front of me!”<br><br>He waited for her to somewhat dress herself. She willed plants to embrace her body. Lowering his hand, Brett stepped away from the wall and exhaled a breath. “The other Dragon Slayers, are they like you? A bunch of short girls covered in leaves?”<br><br>He stepped over to the microwave while she sat on the counter. There was still a minute left on the timer. He opened the cabinet, grabbed two glasses, and set them down. He then turned his back to her, opening the fridge to retrieve a carton of orange juice.<br><br>At her complaining about using energy to conjure her outfit, Brett replied, “Maybe we can go buy you some clothes today. It’ll help make you uh…” He didn’t want to come off as a rude. He mused over the right words. Unscrewing the lid on the carton, he finally finished, “It’ll help you not stand out as much.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 20:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett <br><strong>Content:</strong> Sleepy little flower<br><hr><br><br>Giving a soft wave of her hands Poppy sighed from her place on the counter, as amusing as it was to see Brett get bashful, she supposed it was only fair for her to follow his rules. ”Okay okay! I was just saying, most men of your age has seen a woman naked in my land.” she’d give one last pout before folding her arms behind her head, short legs idly kicking as she sat. ”You hold so much tension Brett, have you always been so?” Poppy mused curiously, glancing at the man as he finally retreated from the wall. His own question of the rest of her fellow slayers did make her smirk some, kicking a leg out further while remaining out of his way as she hummed. <br><br>”Actually we all come from many different facets entirely. I am a fae deep within the Northern forest, there is Goliath half bred, a fox kemonomimi, an elf, and three Avantasians. So certainly we are a grand collection of warriors~” The fae hummed happily, thinking of her friends only to giggle some. ” Although there are some that are quite similar in personality as you, if that is what you are inferring to. Us fae can be...a handful from what rumors I have heard.” Poppy flashed a smile, in part as an apology without directly saying so.<br><br>The mention of finding clothing to ease her lack of energy lapsed moments did make Poppy squeal happily, sitting upright once more as she clapped her hands together. ” Really? Do you have a tailor in this concrete world?” Clothing certainly a subject that delighted the fae, although the added bonus of blending in was also useful. ”You are truly a man of wonderful thought, what better way to seek my friends than to disguise to not draw attention.” Poppy cooed, pausing only for a moment before glancing to Brett. ” Have you had many adventures such as myself before?”the fae questioned slightly suspiciously, still uncertain of just what Brett was truly capable of besides magic with his meal in the metal box. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 22:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Living that Sisyphus life<br><hr><br>As a desperate measure, at some point up hell hill Brook had started to talk with herself. The anger seemingly worked, mostly just muttering about her dumb choices, and how she wouldn't have been in the situation had she just stayed at the soap lab. Every hard-earned step forward became harder and harder, her boots slipping backwards whenever there was loose gravel in the roadside, threatening to&nbsp; send the bike flying down the short distance she'd covered, until it eventually tumbled and fell over. Not like it could get more broken - At least she'd wish that was the case.<br><br>Out of nowhere though, the bike suddenly felt really light. Her immediate thought was that anger had worked and her body had decided it was time for a bit of adrenaline. Or maybe the brakes had been stuck. Either way, it was going much better now! The bike was rolling so well she almost fell over, so much of her weight had been leaned forward that the bike almost skipped ahead of her. if it was going to be like this though, hell hill would be piece of cake. Maybe she was stronger than she'd thought.<br><br>Her dreams of a championship title in everything heavy were promptly shattered. the unfamiliar voice led her to turn her head, and look... Pretty much at the stomach, if she even looked that high up, of the helper. She could barely tilt her head back enough to look up the hood, not that it made her feel any more comfortable. All care for the bike quickly disappeared as she fell to the ground. A small "ouch" could be heard as her head got a lovetap with the pavement. Not that it kept her still for long as she frantically reached around her hip, seemingly looking for something.<br><br>Only for her to realize that she didn't actually own a gun. And that she didn't really love the thought of carrying one with her to a government building in the first place. As far as fight or flight went... It was Andre the giant vs. Dave the accountant. From down on the ground, he looked even more massive - How tall was he anyway, hazarding a guess he was already breaking human height records with good margin. Built like an actual tank as well, and strong enough to just keep the motorcycle in place.<br><br>As far as flight went... Well, not looking great either. She could try to regain control of the bike, roll it downhill and see if it would start if she dumped it into gear. That'd take a 180 and enough ground to gain speed though. Assuming she could even regain control of the bike, he could probably just pick up the rear of it like a wheelbarrow.<br><br><strong>"S... Sorry about that. Thank you."</strong> Brook was without a doubt startled. Though, if he'd had foul intents, why would he have given away the element of surprise? He could've just ran off with the bike while she was fumbling on the ground as well. Or her for that matter, she wasn't fond of being this close to the slums late at night. The only reason she took the (admittedly stupid) route was because she wouldn't have to ride through the oriental district to get home. Sure, she'd seen the occasional hooligan hanging around in the area, but as soon as they neared the much more policed district, they usually backed off.<br><br>Though still hesitant, Brook got back on her feet. It took a moment to regain her balance, but after that, her hands landed at the handlebars of the bike. Though it seemed like the stranger had perfect control of the bike with the grip he had on it, just a bit of tilt would make the front wheel turn away from the path ahead. That, and it made it feel like she was at least contributing something. <br><br><strong>"The bike just died on me at the intersection... You're a real lifesaver, there's no way I could've pushed it up the hill on my own,"</strong> Brook admitted, oblivious to the fact that "the bike" didn't really mean anything to the stranger.<br><br><strong>"My name's Brook. How about you? I don't think I've seen you around these parts."</strong><br><br><em>Scratch that I definitely haven't, I think I would've remembered...</em><br><br>Small talk wasn't usually a challenge for her, but in all honesty, she was still a little more than just intimidated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 00:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr>Brett scowled and grumbled, “I have seen a woman naked, and it’s not something that should be treated so casually. When I’m not around, you can be as nude as you want, but when I’m here clothes-”<br><br>He paused, glancing at her plant attire. “Leaves on.”<br><br>The woman he had seen weren’t nearly as exotic. “I have every right to be tense. Some strange girl from another dimension, wearing barely anything, with the strength to take down a dragon and a gang of the nastiest bikers in the city, is in my house. She also has command over plants, and she’s shorter than most women, which means she’s a true threat. If our roles were reversed and you were the human, and I the Dragon Slayer, you’d probably feel the same way. It’s gonna take me some time to get used to is all I’m saying. This isn’t something that happens to me day-to-day.”<br><br>After pouring the orange juice, he returned it to the fridge and then removed the breakfast sandwiches from the microwave. “Let’s go sit at the table. Could you bring those glasses with you please?” he asked.<br><br>Brett set down the saucer before a chair at the head of the table, and then set his down adjacent to it. He pulled out the chair and took a seat.<br><br>“The food is hot so be careful,” he warned. “This world is not anywhere near as interesting as yours. There is no magic. There are no dragons. There are only humans, plants, and animals here. Humans are at the top of the food chain. We are highly intelligent and have created many luxuries to facilitate our existence such as what you’re eating. That is a breakfast sandwich. They come pre-cooked and they’re frozen so that they’ll last for several months before expiring. You put them in that box over there, which is called a Microwave. The microwave heats up the breakfast sandwich using microwave energy. It’s not magic. It’s science.”<br><br>Brett picked up his sandwich and blew on it a few times to cool it off before carefully biting into it. “When we go out later, I’ll show you around so you can see more. But no, I haven’t had any <em>adventures</em> in my life. This is probably the craziest thing that has ever happened to me so far.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 04:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 7:45 AM &gt; 9:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jake, Des, Montgomery (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reese is a respectful friend and a bad listener.</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Jake was <em>horrified</em>, and rightly so. Maybe it was his horror that made him legit word vomit. “Uh huh,” Reese mused, of <em>course</em> he was glad to see her and not someone else who would fire him on the spot, as she continued to inspect the busted garage door on the ceiling from atop her perch on the steel ladder. “Sure,” she added as he apologized for… his pride. “Sure,” as Jake gave an explanation as to why he entered the shop after hours because he thought it was being robbed, “Mm hmm,” as he mentioned dragons, and fire powers, and said he offered his buddy safe shelter in <em>exchange</em> for… auto body work. Reese was only half listening. Sometimes… Okay, a lot of the time, Reese was bad at listening. BUT she was especially bad at listening when she was in the middle of a job, such as fixing a wholly-dented garage door. The half that <em>was</em> listening though? For fucks sake. Jake was definitely a teenage boy: very dramatic, and also very short sighted.<br><br> “Uh huh. Sure.” Dragons, or whomever had <em>actually</em> wrecked the shop, still left it wrecked. Lies or truth, the door still had to be repaired, and the Escalade likely wasn’t a hundred percent either. One thing <em>was</em> incredibly clear, however. "Jake, as a friend, you <em>suck</em>,” Reese waited for him to come back with her tools before sighing, “Also, and for some reason I feel like this is important to mention, I am gay. So very gay.” <br><br>Jake obviously thought his friend was the 'coolest like person like ever', in teenager speak. Whether that was because he thought Reese would be a good match, or because he actually believed his friend was a… <em>what</em> did he say? Dragon Killer? Never mind. The point was, if someone needed help, you helped them. “If someone needs safe shelter, don’t make them work for it. Especially if they’re having an obvious crisis… of some sort…” She reached for her toolbox and opened it, rummaging through her shiny, shiny gear. “And if you’re not equip to help, there are places and specialists and hotlines that can.” She put a pair of clear, safety glasses over her grey eyes so that they were both protected <em>and</em> visible to Jake as she bore down at him with a pretty significant eye roll.<br><br> “<em>Soooo</em>,” she mimicked and then turned on a small blow torch to test limits of the bent metal door, “He’s a <em>person</em>, Jake, not a puppy.” She was not going to take some stranger home with her on the pleas of a teenage boy. However, before Jake could word vomit again, she quickly added, “I’ll talk to him <em>myself</em>, but no guarantees. He looks exhausted, even from up here. If my place is the safest fit for everyone,” that last bit was important, “then I’ll offer it, and as a grown man he can choose what he wants to do. For now,” she let out a small, wild <em>giggle</em> as the tiny flame on made contact with the steel door, she hardly ever got to blow torch shit anymore, “ahem,” Reese struggled to compose herself back to a professional lady, “he needs to rest, I need to repair, and you need to assist me because you are a mechanic’s apprentice.” Technically Jake was Montgomery’s apprentice but Reese did need someone to spot her on the ladder. Also she was so not letting Jake off the hook that easy. She was twenty-seven with a decent job, of course she lived alone, she wasn't <em>that</em> sad.</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">After finishing the door, which admittedly was a lotta fun except for the god damn even straight lines, Reese let Jake take thirty. She figured thirty minutes was more than enough time to suss out how… <em>problematic</em> this sleeping friend was. She put the ladder back on the wall and returned to the Escalade, remnants of her blue raspberry slurpy in one hand and the other on the Driver’s side door, ready to open it. Maybe it <em>was</em> armor. Maybe it was just whatever wonky-ass clothes were in the nearby Lost and Found. The guy <em>drooling</em> in the back seat of the Escalade <em>did</em> look strange, especially with most of his face covered like that, Jake wasn’t wrong <em>there</em>. But he was still a person… of some kind.   And… the Escalade, as unfortunate as it was for the customer, may have become a ‘safe space’ for him.<br><br>She needed to respect that. Reese closed her hand and then raised it, instead <em>knocking</em> lightly on the Driver’s window. “Hey… <em>Dude</em>,” she definitely wasn’t going with Dragon Killer or whatever the fuck Jake had rambled on about, “Can I come inside?” She opened her hand and pointed at the Driver’s seat where she wanted to sit. “I just wanna chat about where you’re gonna sleep tonight.” She took another big, curious slurp of her slushy, noting that it unfortunately was almost empty and mostly melted.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 05:17:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0745<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Des (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teenage emotions<br><hr>“What?” Jake exclaimed. “How do I suck?”<br><br><strong>Also, and for some reason I feel like this is important to mention, I am gay. So very gay.</strong><br><br>The teenager gave her a blank stare before he said, “What does that have to do with dragons, Reese? What does that have to do with anything I said to you?”<br><br>He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Wait; yes he could. Why on earth would he had expected anyone to believe him? Dragons and Dragon Slayers didn’t exist and despite there being one literally laying in the Escalade, Reese still didn’t believe him. <em>I wish there was a dragon barging in right now,</em> Jake thought.<br><br>“He’s not having a crisis, Reese. Our planet is! I told you that!”<br><br>Jake sighed loudly in exasperation when she mocked him. He said no more as she made her decision, and also ordered him to assist her. He kept the ladder steady for her while his brain raced at a hundred miles per hour. No matter what, it seemed like he was going to get blamed for shit. It hadn’t even been his fault! He hoped for dragon dude to wake up, burn something, or even swing his spear around but that was all unlikely. He was out cold.<br><br>After Reese finished the garage door, she tried to get rid of him for thirty minutes. Jake stepped out of the garage, but he didn’t go far. No; he watched in secret. <em>You’re gonna have a hard time now,</em> he thought. He remembered how the dragon dude had behaved. He wasn’t entirely friendly, and neither was Reese!<br><br><em>Oh shit, what if he sets the Escalade on fire?</em> he mused. He glanced to where the fire extinguisher was, taking note of its location and praying he wouldn’t have to use it.<br><br>The slumbering knight didn’t respond to any of Reese’s attempts to talk. There hadn’t been any alteration in his snoring. Normally, he didn’t sleep so hard, but there was some sort of magic in the seats—at least he would have suspected this once awake. He could have been robbed blind and still wouldn’t have awakened to stop it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 09:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.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> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at 7am ish.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shashiko, Open/Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in a strange land<br><hr><br>He needed a plan. Being reactive led to all manner of unforeseeable pitfalls that you could spend months fixing. Dekado watched as the teens and Amber headed back to their academy of learning. They advice they gave him was to change his garb and to get a ‘phone’. The numbers given were likely part of the mystic ritual to contact one person over another. He wondered if he had to chant them or something once he had the device.<br><br>Glancing back over his shoulder he noticed that the gang’s mounts weren’t alive. Perhaps this was a realm technocracy. Maybe only the artificers had come to power here? Who knew but was it really that important? The end goal was to get back to the king. He and all the other Dragon Slayers had sworn an oath to him. <br><br>The plan so far was simple. Find the other Dragon Slayers. See if any of them knew where the portal was exactly so they could get back home. That was the over all idea. His stomach alerted him that getting home may be the over all quest but there were more immediate concerns. Healing always made him extra hungry, and that was saying a lot for a Dragon Slayer. <br><br>He had to consider some of the obstacles to his plan. The simplest being say no one knew how to get back? Say the portal closed behind them and their way home was barred? Learning new powers was not beyond any of them, its just that so far dimensional travel hadn’t been a requirement. <br><br>Now it came down to more immediate plans. Finding Dragon Slayers. Finding shelter and food. All of them could likely survive off the land for a bit…although he had only seen small birds and those curious rodents with bushy tails so far. In an urban environment one needed gainful employment to get food and shelter.. and clothes that would allow him to blend in.<br><br>From Amber’s reaction to his blade, it seemed that carrying four feet of enchanted volcanic glass and silver was not something everyone did either. That was a problem for later. He felt someone familiar and something he hated. He was lost in thought instead of actively scanning, otherwise he would have picked up on both of them much sooner than Shashiko beheading her target. <br><br>Rising to greet her she spoke first. "<strong>And so, you are here. Wherever this here may be.</strong>" Was that beast already here? No one he met so far seemed prepared to deal with a dragon. Even the poor excuse for warriors he had just met would have likely soiled themselves first. <br><br>“Hello Shashiko.” he greeted the amethyst dragon slayer softly. “Nicely done.” he congratulates her on her kill. “Did he follow you here from our realm or is he a native?” For the first time he considered dragon steaks. He took her in. Shashiko was going to find it difficult to blend. Beyond having a rather voluptuous figure that gained her a lot of attention, he had not seen anyone else around so far with feline feature.<br><br>As he got closer he also checked her to see if she was injured. There was no point in being a healer if you didn’t offer to heal. Yes we all regenerate but you were still in pain while you did that. “Did you suffer any wounds?” he asks when he is beside her. Dekado had only been among the Dragon Slayers for a month. He knew everyone’s name, got settled into his room at the castle and well that was about it. <br><br>Did you hug someone in a situation like this? He was trying to be more open since gaining his abilities so he left it up to her. “We are far from home. You are the first I’ve met from our realm.” Another thing, would the gold in his pouch be accepted as legal currency or did they have to trade it at some money lenders? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 15:43:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mMlcLt9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 7amish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone - Bowen/Dekado<br><strong>Content:</strong> stuff<br><hr><br>"Perhaps I followed it through the swirling mass which pierced space and time, some devious trick cooked up by the lizard to escape. Or, if you dwell here too, something happened to the rest of us. I've not seen any of our subjects or servants on the way here. Only you, and the dragon..." Sashiko mused, arms crossed against her chest as she gazed to the dirt in thought. Spying the rubble from the ruined fountain. "Alas, I was fighting the beast, and we were both here."<br><br>Sashiko lifted one tail of her coat, showing a gash down the outside of her left thigh, blood running down it. Her stocking ripped at the spot of the wound. "It caught me, once. It was swift, but not enough to make a difference." Sashiko would let him approach, to heal if he wished. Holding up the tail of her coat. "So very far from home. Nothing here feels the same, save for the nature of humankind. No stars dwell below, so the people made their own to hold in hand, and dot their dwellings. I do so hope the Lords of this Land do not interfere with us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 01:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett&nbsp; <br><strong>Content:</strong> Munching on breakfast~<br><hr><br>Chin still resting in the cradle of her hands Poppy still wore a smile as Brett explained how he had indeed seen a woman naked before, the teasing fae only smirking to herself at the thought of just how it seemed improper. ” It’s perfectly natural Brett, are all humans so stiff of this subject?”Shed muse curiously, more interested in uncovering when man felt the need to cover themselves than teasing now, perhaps it was custom now a days? Regardless she’d flash a wink before chirping gently in return, waving off the man’s insistence she only had to do so when he wasn’t around.”I shall behave and be covered in your home Brett, less you make a dent within your wall again.” <br><br>She had to admit though if the roles had been reversed she too would have perhaps had a difficult time as well, her smile softening some as she gave out a soft sound before sitting up.”Mhm you have a point, perhaps I shall not torment you as much given such.”the fae relented some, although the mention of her height did make her pout some. ”Hey now...I’m <em>not</em> some pixie from the glades, I happen to be far older than I appear. I’m just more...traveling size.” Poppy huffed, already hopping down from her place to aide Brett in thier breakfast. Grabbing the glasses with a smile she slid into her own seat while eyeing her breakfast sandwich would great interest, curious eyes taking stock in the man’s warning as well as ritual, she’d pick it up with both hands before blowing on it softly.<br><br>It was fascinating to hear of a world without dragons, much less the threat of them, Poppy’s eyes growing distant for a moment as the thought tried to take deeper root within her mind. ”Dragons are deplorable beasts.. they only know death and destruction..” she’d comment with a light edge to her normally melodic voice, but no sooner had it come to be, the moment passed as she gave a tentative bite of her sandwich. The explosion of foreign flavors and unexpected softness made her nearly squirm in her seat with a sigh, taking a bigger bite as she giggled. Swallowing the large bite bright greens glanced across the table with some thought, legs kicking gently as she mused. ”From what I am able to sense your world has only a fraction of the lush nature I am accustom to, the very terrain speaks of overuse and work. Is this your science at work? Magic is far more in tune with nature itself and thus a balance is made, but this Earth does not have the ability to do so?” Poppy mused gently, nibbling a few more appropriate bites before she let her eyes flutter.<br><br>Brett seemed fairly content in his life returning to normal, although she had to admit given the events previously, he was fairing far better than she imagined others would. After all the goons she had witnessed at the metro much less the bar were far than accommodating.”Crazy adventures have ways of opening one's own self, to mature parts and ideas once thought impossible of themselves. Perhaps this adventure may give you strength you thought you never thought you needed?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 08:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.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> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at 7am ish.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shashiko, Open/Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in a strange land<br><hr><br>"Perhaps I followed it through the swirling mass which pierced space and time, some devious trick cooked up by the lizard to escape. Or, if you dwell here too, something happened to the rest of us. I've not seen any of our subjects or servants on the way here. Only you, and the dragon..." He nods to that. "I remember a number of us being close by, but you are the first I've met of us."<br><br>Still not enough information to do much other than guess in the dark. Dekado didn’t like to draw too many early conclusions, it often shaped your thinking about any other information you obtained. He nods to that. “I would like to think there was a purpose to us coming here…maybe even a simple reason like an accident of a lizard’s hasty escape plan. So far for everything I discover I have another five questions.” <br><br>"Alas, I was fighting the beast, and we were both here." He gazed at the feline Dragon Slayer. She was always going to stand out in a crowd no matter what clothes she was in. “I’m glad we have found each other. It could have been far worse—we could have been scattered to different realms.”<br><br>He watched as she lifted her coat to bare her thigh to him. "It caught me, once. It was swift, but not enough to make a difference." Merriment danced behind Dekado’s eyes. “You are a blur when you choose to be.” He had only sworn his oath to the King a month ago and hadn’t gotten around to sparring with all of the Dragon Slayers. It occurred to him that they be spending weeks or months here looking for a solution on how to return home. He was definitely going to ask Shashiko to test his blade against hers.<br><br>“May I?” he asks before kneeling down and getting a good look at her wound. Some dragons are poisonous or infectious. They all regenerated but being alone in a strange land he didn’t want her to suffer or be weakened until they got their bearings and maybe found a base of operations to work out of. "So very far from home. Nothing here feels the same, save for the nature of humankind. No stars dwell below, so the people made their own to hold in hand, and dot their dwellings. I do so hope the Lords of this Land do not interfere with us."<br><br>“It is a vastly different place, different smells and sounds. I feel very little magic here…other than perhaps the technomancers. At least we don't have to learn a new language to speak to the people here.” he considered her thoughts about the humans. “Yes, I agree with you. Humans are still the same…as to that, I’ve only seen humans so far.” he says pulling out the water skin he filled up at the fountain and irrigating her wound. He used his cape to gently rub the blood away from her thigh and used his aura sight to see if it was anything more than a talon wound.<br><br>Satisfied she wasn’t poisoned, his hand glowed with sunlight, and he ran his two fingers along her wound, closing it up. Standing, he looked her in the eye. “Better?” he asked. His healing affected people differently. Everyone felt the warmth seep into their body, some felt a slight tickling as they mended, others became ravenous with hunger or thirst. <br><br>“I’ve had some time to ponder. I don’t believe any of us has the power to open up portals or gateways home. We may be here for a while discovering how to do so.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 15:40:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mMlcLt9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 7amish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone - Bowen/Dekado<br><strong>Content:</strong> stuff<br><hr><br>"I hope we find the others. We should try harder to do so, now that we have feet beneath us. My prey is dead, but there may be more dragons afoot. And, perhaps we shouldn't try to draw too much attention? This place, what I see of it, is massive and teeming with humans. Already, so much more than even some of our grand cities." Sashiko talked while she held her coat up, to let him work on her thigh unbothered by it's presence. Washing out the wound, and passing on his dragon-blessed light with tender healing intent. Yet, it was still Light, so strongly opposed to her own nature. Heal as it may be, it wasn't a wholly pleasant experience. Burning as her wound shut, a brief hiss escaping through her clenched teeth. Pushing back against the lingering pain, enough to offer a stoic and quietly delivered "Thanks," for the Elf's kind actions. It was better than walking wounded.<br><br>"Technomancer?" Sashiko questioned, unfamiliar with the word, but able to guess. "Their stars that fit in a palm? And all the rest? Perhaps. What might cause one magic to become the sole, dominating one? What may happen, now that the rest are introduced?" Mostly rhetorically asked, as Sashiko gave a shrug of her shoulders, making her breasts bounce in her jacket's confines once. Maybe it would be like releasing new beasts in to a foreign ecosystem, the effects could be devastating. <br><br>"You're right. I have been working on a new technique, but nothing capable of... this. We may be stuck fast here, a long while... So. We must gather ourselves, find the rest. We should be able to find eachother easily again, right? Even amongst these sky-rending towers of stone, choking light and cacophony of voices..." Sashiko would have to rely on his talents for finding people. Sashiko could only track a chosen prey, and she'd never mark a friend as her foe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 16:29:40</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Slums &gt; Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The place he found himself in was strange, with buildings that looked nothing like any architecture he'd ever seen throughout Avantasia. He wasn't sure if the portal had brought him to a far-flung part of home he'd never visited, or a new world, but he was still Pharon Shatterscale. Still a Dragon Slayer. Still a man who helped those who needed help. So he'd helped the struggling woman with her mechanical contraption that looked like some sort of beast? If she created it herself, she would have a place among the King's Court as an artificer or alchemist without question. His appearance frightened the sense right out of her, and although it happened practically all the time when people met him, he could only laugh. <br><br>And that's just what he did when the tiny, but pretty woman fell over in fright and started scrambling around looking for something to defend herself with. He wasn't absolutely sure that's what she was doing, but he'd seen many people do the exact same thing so he hazarded a guess she thought he was some giant monster come to spirit her away into the night. It started as a low, deep rumble in his stomach that built up into a guttural laugh that echoed through the street and was easily loud enough to make it obvious something was different about him. With one hand still preached on the rear of the bike after his laugh, he reached out the other to help her up, but she handled it on her own and soon she was back on her feet and grabbing the handles at the front of her mechanical steed. <br><br>She apologized for her reaction, then thanked him. "No apologies necessary. You're not the first woman I've scared at night by being myself. Being this big and this quiet tend to make a bad combination if you're not prepared. You are welcome. I couldn't watch you struggle and possibly hurt yourself." She began explaining herself, and at the word "Bike", Pharon removed his hood so she could better see the confusion on his face as he raised an eyebrow and his purple eyes seemed to be narrowing in confusion and thought. "<em>Bi-yeek?"</em> Is that the name of this contraption? Is it some sort of mechanical beast? It's much lighter than the specially bred Warhorses I have to ride to get around.<br><br>&nbsp;Less temperamental too," he said with a smile and lightly patted the back of the motorcycle as if to soothe it. "While I <em>am</em> a Dragon Slayer, saving people is my top priority. Heh, not many people can push a steed where it doesn't want to go, so I guess it was lucky we ran into each other." With him holding the bike and her leading, it was easy going up the deceptively steep incline. She asked his name after introducing herself as "Brook". He nodded his head and smiled a fang-filled grin. "Well met, Lady Brook. I am Pharon Draelig. But most call me Shatterscale. Speaking of <em>these parts</em>...where are we? This is like nothing I've ever seen in Avantasia before. Nothing."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 16:46:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr>Brett detected the unusual shift in her cheery disposition and side-glanced her before taking another bite of his sandwich. The mention of the dragons seemed to upset her, and it made him curious.<br><br>“I guess you can say…” Brett began thoughtfully. “That we are the dragons of our planet. We war with each other and destroy ecosystems to ensure our survival. Science is greatly involved. We can use it to destroy, but we can also use it to conserve and develop less destructive ways to prosper. But we have this sin called greed, which drives us. Some humans find it more profitable to destroy, poison, and steal from others.”<br><br>It disgusted him to talk about his planet in such a manner, but it was the ugly truth. “I wish dragons were our only problem.”<br><br>Brett smiled when Poppy referred to <em>this</em> as an adventure. “I thought I was just helping you find all your friends. Once you guys are together aren’t you going to go home?”<br><br>He then looked at Poppy with fear. “At least kill all those dragons before you do. That one in the subway…if there’s anything bigger than that, then I don’t know if we have the weapons to kill it. Our military is the most powerful thing on Earth, but against creates from another dimension, I don’t think so.”<br><br>Brett turned slightly toward Poppy as the conversation gradually became more and more interesting. “What are the dragons like where you’re from? Where do they come from and why do you need Dragon Slayers to fight them?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 17:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Living that Sisyphus life<br><hr><br>What was this, some kind of hidden camera show? A hidden camera show to see how quickly someone could get shot by scaring people at night? Brook's eyes glanced around rapidly, trying to spot camera crews or ones mounted to the streetlights. She couldn't find any. She was honestly a little disappointed, the police precinct could've mounted a few, it wasn't the safest place to be.<br><br><em>Oh, I get it now! It's not a hidden camera thing, he's just a LARPer!</em><br><br><strong>"Uh... Y-Yeah, totally."</strong> She took one hand off the handlebars to scratch the back of her neck as she thought of what to say. <strong>"It's kind of like a horse, but it uses oil instead of hay to move forwards?"</strong><br><br><em>God that's condescending... And factually inaccurate.</em><br><br><strong>"When the engin- Uhh..."</strong> She bent over and pointed towards the engine. <strong>"When this thing, is working, it makes the back wheel spin. It makes about as much power as a hundred h-"</strong> Another glance at him. <strong>"A hundred regular humans."</strong> Fun fact, one horsepower wasn't actually equivalent to one horse - A horse could make as much as 15 horsepower according to boring scientific journals. One horsepower was much closer to the strength of a human. <strong>"And it doesn't get tired, it can work for many many hours at a time. Usually."</strong> After all, the bike wasn't all that lively at the moment.<br><br><em>I'm going to hell.</em><br><br>Regardless of her standing between heaven or hell, they were making good progress, and the city blocks of the oriental district were starting to show, and the neon-signs that hung over the streets. And she couldn't help but be impressed by how well he was playing his character. She couldn't tell who he was portraying, but going by the attire, she assumed some card game. Avantsia didn't tell her anything either, but it did sound very... Nerdy card game like. Same with the whole dragonslayer shatterscale thing.<br><br><strong>"I think I'll stick with Pharon, if that's alright."</strong> How would she even begin to explain though. <strong>"We're in Raven City, on planet earth."</strong> Where was Avantsia even supposed to be? Either it was from some card-game like she initially thought, or it was somewhere in Europe. Either way, she just had to try to play along. <br><br>Brook had gotten over some of the initial fear-factor, all things considered he seemed fairly harmless, barring the fact that he was the biggest person she'd ever seen by a long-shot. Weird, but harmless. She could work with that. <strong>"Want to grab some food once we reach the top? My treat since you helped me out."</strong><br><br>It took exactly two seconds for Brook to realize that her financial situation would be in shambles for a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 18:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Brett’s place!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett&nbsp; <br><strong>Content:</strong> Munching on breakfast~<br><hr><br>”I would not so carelessly wish for such, even in the gravity of your world’s woes. Dragons are ruthless in their desire to spread thier destruction, thoughtless creatures whom think not of slaying entire villages and torment those whom have no way of protecting themselves. They only breathe for chaos, no emotions, no thoughts...purely harbingers of death and nothing else. “Poppy remarked coldly as the grip of her sandwich within her hands tightened, the out if her stomach clenching as the words so effortlessly left her lips, as if by pure reflex driving her rather than thought. It made the taste in her mouth sour some, the conversation a bit more heavy than she liked, but Brett was just as curious as she was so she couldn’t blame him really. ”Forgive me, my time as a slayer has given me far more looks of death and destruction than most. Though your kind reminds me of those like yourself I url world that are just as despicable as dragons, those who wish to hoard such power in order to upheave the balance of peace. It is our duty as knights to combat such, truly not all humans are like such?” she’d muse gently, giving Brett a glance as for only a moment she felt a tickle of uncertainty of the man.<br><br>However it was quickly snuffed out as Poppy felt almost ashamed for even such a thought to cross her mind, Brett had been nothing but kind and welcoming, to a point, to herself and her plight. He could not be like those who wished for power to devastate others. It was a silly thought. His smile and musing brought the fae from her dour thoughts as she gave another munch, nearly clearing the sandwich as she giggled. ”Truthfully once I find my fellow slayers, it is difficult to know if we will be able to find a way home. The circumstances of our transportation to your world is still a mystery. But despite it all...I am honored to have made your acquaintance all the same Brett. You a kind, if not bashful at times.” teasing lightly Poppy swallowed the last of her breakfast, moving to wash it down with her juice, taking a large gulp before she sighed.<br><br>”It will be our penance to bare for the trouble I have no doubt caused you, that despite this not our world, we still have a duty to destroy each dragon or creature that poise a threat to the innocent.” Humming at the thought she’d move to rest her elbows on the table, now staring at Brett free from distraction as she cradled her chin in her hands. ”There are many stories in which dragons had come from the very furnace of hell itself to wreck havoc and upset the balance of peace, the king having created a guard in order to give our world a chance to recapture such peace. That if not for us our land would have long fallen to the crushing might of those vile creatures and those whom harness their strength for own benefit. We are the last stand, the only sort that have even a chance to bring them to their knees. Have you not those whom stand for the protection of others Brett? This land you speak of in its various rules and guidelines..there are those whom threaten you despite your science?” Poppy cooed curiously, having seen first hand of the men at the bar and their rouge ways, perhaps Earth truly did have its own threats not so unlike her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 20:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus &gt; Driving Through Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M), Montgomery (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> If you can't move the Dragon Slayer, move the whole car.</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The problem <em>wasn’t</em> that the garage had been wrecked under wild circumstances. The problem <em>was</em> that there was a strange dude currently passed the fuck out in the back of a customer’s car, with Jake’s <em>permission</em> and <em>assurance</em>. Jake’s solve had been a bad one. Even temporarily. Maybe he was just angry because Reese was twenty-seven, and not seventeen. His friend in the backseat didn’t excite her, it just… <em>puzzled</em> her. How the fuck was she going to get outta this without anyone loosing their jobs?<br><br>Maybe she should’ve gone easier on the kid. Jake was seventeen. <em>He</em> hadn’t already lost his dream career because of ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible’ thinking.<br><br><em>Yeah. That’s right. </em>The airline industry she <em>loved</em> didn’t want Reese because she didn’t go by the book. She wasn’t about to loose the mechanic career she really <em>liked</em> because of dragons. Dragons were about the most ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible’ idea she’d ever fucking heard. She had to… protect the garage.<br><br>Knocking wasn’t working. Knocking <em>louder</em> really wasn’t working either. Dude was just out <em>cold</em>. Still breathing, by the drool, but still passed out in a place he couldn’t be. <em>Call the RCPD.</em> Literally anyone else would have called the RCPD and let the <em>cops</em> fix the problem. But… But… Her fingers drummed on the side of her slurpy.   <br><br>“Fuck…” Reese grunted and <em>stormed</em> back into the lobby area of Rust and Ruckus. <em>Thank fuck she had told Jake to take a walk.</em> What she was about to do wasn’t… 'above board' and the less Jake knew the better. Her twitching fingers flipped through the binder again, gathering as much information as she could. Pickup for the Escalade was at three. She had six hours and counting to solve the problem before the customer arrived. And less than <em>two</em> before Montgomery came into finish the job. In order to pick up a car there was a check list and the customer’s set of car keys…<br><br>  Reese was back at the Escalade again, only this time she wasn’t knocking. She was checking tasks off the list. Exterior doors, front lights, engine… Reese popped the hood, twisting knobs, then quickly moved around and started squeezing each tire, before finally scooting underneath the Escalade itself. <em>Everything seemed like it should work</em>. <em>Jake and his friend had done a good job.</em> Except for… scratches, scrapes, and misaligned wires. Little things that were off. <em>Little things that suggested something attacked the Escalade.</em> Reese let out a big, breath onto the belly of the mechanical beast. <br><br><em>Was she afraid of fire?</em><br><br>She pulled herself out of the opposite side of the car, coming up for air next to the passenger’s side window. He was still asleep. <em>Please still be asleep.</em> There were other things left on the checklist, of course, but the last one was the one that Reese was the most interested in. There was nothing wrong with a strange man sleeping in the back of someone else’s car if no one else saw it. Not Montgomery, and certainly not the owner of said car.<br><br>Reese looked at the keys in her hand. But instead of hitting the one that noted ‘alarm’, she hit the one <em>next</em> to it, the small, fancy button that automatically started the engine. The Escalade was a <em>nice</em> car, and it purred to life with a steady, easy hum. Reese had never driven a car as nice as an Escalade before, but the <em>last</em> task on the Rust and Ruckus certified checklist was to take the customer’s vehicle for a test drive to make sure everything was in functioning order. A test drive would not only be a part of Reese’s job description, as a trusty employee of Rust and Ruckus, but it would also get Sleeping Beauty outta the garage. So that if he woke up… <em>When</em> he woke up… It was <em>only</em> Reese’s ass on the line. Especially if he actually <em>did</em> have fucking fire powers. Or a knife. Or a wrench. Or any literally other weapon he could use to overpower a small, blonde mechanic.<br><br>Reese swallowed, chaotic, grey eyes drifting back and forth to the much taller man snoozing in the backseat as she moved around the front of the Escalade and opened the Driver’s side door. Carefully she got into the seat, moved it up and forward for her short legs, and put her slurpy in the cup holder (obviously). She closed the door as quietly as she could, and then adjusted her mirror. She could see him, the Dragon Killer, reflecting back at her. <em>Please be nice, please be nice, please be nice.</em> Reese did another one of those big, airy breaths and pulled out her cell for just a few seconds before sliding it back into the pocket of her dirty coveralls.<br><br>Then, she slowly pulled out of the Rust and Ruckus lot, heading somewhere <em>else</em>. Somewhere quiet, and hopefully, somewhere she could help this person <em>safely</em>. Dragon Killer. Sleeping Beauty. Fire Powered Fiend. Homeless Man. <em>Please be nice.</em> Because, technically, she was kidnapping someone.</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Back at Rust and Ruckus, Jake’s phone would alert him to three new texts from Reese.  <br><br><strong>You’re in charge of the garage until M arrives. </strong><br><br><strong>Taking Escalade for required test drive. It’s in the shop logs as per company rules. </strong><br><br><strong>Stay Safe. I trust you.</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 23:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus and the Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> 'Believe me now? Sincerely, Jake.<br><hr>Jake lost interest when Reese stopped trying to wake the Dragon Slayer. It was a good idea. He walked away from the garage to go take a snack break and watch some stupid videos on his phone. After about ten to fifteen minutes, he found himself looking up to see the Escalade roll out of the garage. His blue eyes swelled as he slowly rose from his seat to stare with his mouth agape. Was he still in there?<br><br>Once Reese drove by, Jake raced back to the garage hoping to see the Dragon Slayer standing around or at least his body dumped on the floor. Instead, no one was there, which meant he was still in the SUV. <em>What is she gonna do with him!?</em>, Jake wondered.<br><br>His phone buzzed:<br><br><em>Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen!</em><br><br>He glanced down at it to see three text messages from Reese. Reading the messages made his skin crawl. She sounded like she was going on a long and dangerous journey and never coming back. “What the fuck Reese!” Jake exclaimed, knowing full well she couldn’t hear him.<br><br>He then started apprehensively looking around the Warehouse District. He was…alone. Did the dragons attack during the day? Feeling suddenly frightened, he fled inside the main shop and locked it up until Montgomery would arrive.<br><hr><br>The creature had been as still as a statue as it sat in an alley the Escalade was about to pass. It stood one story tall. Its black devilish horns standing like two ominous towers on its head. Its sanguine-red eyes shifted to the vehicle it heard whooshing near it. Its nostrils flexed, taking in the scent of its young but what had passed it had been something else. The wyvern mother rose on raptor-like legs. Her wings tucked into her sides as she stomped out from the alley onto the street. She turned to face the fleeing Escalade, her draconic eyes thinning into slits before an enraged scream, so loud it could have been a giant rusted gate being maneuvered, resounded throughout the Warehouse District.<br><br>Hiding behind the clerk desk all the way back at Rust and Ruckus, Jake had heard it faintly and trembled. If he hadn’t been made aware of dragons, then he might have thought some warehouse somewhere was working on metal. But that…that sounded bad. In a panic, he texted Reese:<br><br><strong>I know you don’t believe me, but it isn’t safe.</strong><br><br><strong>There really are dragons Reese! Did you hear that? That was a dragon!</strong><br><br><strong>When are you coming back?</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/88/63/38886378c7caf9fc9d9fead5f6b47e60.jpg)</div>The sound had caused the Dragon Slayer to snort awake. His bronze eyes focused on the backrest. He felt the vibrations passing through the rolling carriage indicating it was in movement. Had it been a bad dream?<br><br>It might have been if the Wyvern Mother hadn’t been sprinting after the Escalade with the speed of an over-sized ostrich. Her crimson wings flapped, lifting her feet a few seconds off the ground to quicken her speed as she closed in on the Escalade. Her talons reached like hands, trying to snag the vehicle in her sword-like claws.<br><br>The Dragon Slayer sat up in the seat like a zombie. His hand rose to his mouth, using his wrappings to wipe away the drool at the corner of it. He turned his head to see through the back window the angry wyvern chasing after them. Noticing the light filtering in through the sunroof, he glanced up at it, and then looked over at the driver he didn’t recognize. He didn’t know who the woman was (what happened to the boy?), and didn’t have time to try and figure it out.<br><br>“Open the roof,” he ordered. His voice had sounded gravelly but calm despite the evident peril. If he and Jake hadn’t messed around with the Escalade last night, he might not had understood how it worked. While it still retained some magical secrets unknown to him, what had been the most important thing to learn was the many ways to get out of the carriage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 02:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover's Outlet, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Letting them shop for clothes<br><hr>Just minutes ago, Brett was at Raven Park. He encountered a fox girl, Dragon Slayer, and then was rescued from two dragons. Now, he was at a clothes outlet as though the dragon slaying was just another day in Raven City. He sat patiently in a chair by the fitting rooms, letting Poppy help Sashiko pick out clothing. They were lucky that Poppy knew something about colors, and he thought it might have been due to her being a fae. She would know how to dress Sashiko better than him—so he hoped.<br><br>Brett was scrolling around on his phone. Sitting there had made him realize he was exhausted, from midnight, from the day tour, from the park, from everything. His head bobbed a few times, and he sat up in his chair, shifting his shoulders and blinking his eyes to keep awake.<br><br><em>Am I going to make it to dinner?</em> he wondered. He knew he would. He would rather them both be clothed and fed. Hopefully by the time they returned to the apartment, they would be ready for bed. As for bed, Brett remembered that he didn’t really have a bed for Sashiko. She was larger than Poppy, and he wasn’t sure she’d be able to share the couch with her. <em>Maybe we should pick up an air mattress before we head back just in case.</em><br><br>He felt a little guilty about just not giving the girls his bedroom like the gentleman he imagined himself being. Frowning a little, Brett selfishly thought how it was his apartment and they were only temporarily there. Once they found the rest of the Dragon Slayers, then they would probably warp back to wherever they came from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 05:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shopping!<br><hr><br>”Oooooo how about this one? It’ll go with your eyes!” The petite slayer was arms deep in yet another rack of clothing, that despite only had one previous shopping trip under her belt, she was confident of her mastery to aide Sashiko in the art of ‘fashion’. The turmoil of battle was far from the fae’s mind as she continued to pull one article of clothing every few seconds, creating a literal pile in her fellow slayer’s arms as she giggled. <br><br>The real task at hand however was the obvious generous surplus Sashiko had hanging off her chest, Poppy more than a few times throwing a playful glare her friend’s way for the act of betrayal. It’s not like Sashiko could help it, but certainly made choosing outfits a tad harder than she originally realized.&nbsp; She was a slayer however and a simple task of covering those mountains was now her duty! ”Mhm...this one might be a little short...but I suppose Brett can survive...he survived a drake attack...not to mention a wyrm...” Poppy hummed thoughtfully, peering over her shoulder after a moment to clarify. ”The wrym had come <em>after</em> I had emerged, so trust me it was just as a surprise to me.” she’d smirk happily, pulling a cute halter out from the rack only to squeak.<br><br>”You <em>have</em> to try this one, it’s so cute...and I think between us both you’d be the only one to pull it off.” Poppy pouted some, glancing down briefly at her modest but woefully smaller bust in comparison to Sashiko, the gods truly were unfair at times.The purple sweater (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/963639309792079872/image0.jpg) soon added in Sashiko’s arms full of various outfits and articles Poppy was already behind the slayer to push towards the dressing room, keen on getting a showing as the fiery red head smirked. ”Go try them on, but you have to show us!” she’d sing nearly, her form soon coming to rest against the wall beside Brett’s seated position before she gave him a small smile. <br><br>”Thank you for taking us shopping...again. And for of course letting Shiko stay with you. I am...relieved to have found her, thanks to you.” Poppy mused sweetly, grateful for Brett, even if his rules of dressing were a bit silly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 06:05:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image (Closest I could find to the boobwindow sweater!)<br>ate/Time: Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br>Location: Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> stuff<br><hr><br>Dragged all around the vast, expansive store by Poppy. Her eyes were all awander, marveling at just how many options were available in one place. And as she was anazed at it, the pile in her arms grew ever-higher, Poppy loading her up with ideas of what may fit in with the humans. Fit in better than what she had on, at least. She didn't envy the task Poppy had given herself, Sashiko was well aware the troubles of shopping for her figure, and most everything she had in her world were completely custom made. And as much as she could feel the jealous looks from Poppy every now and again while they searched for clothes, Sashiko couldn't help but feel her own jealousy and frustration mounting a little. Shouldn't Poppy be happy that shopping for herself is so easy? And it's not like she wanted to stand out as much as she did.<br><br>Sashiko was shoved out of her negative thought train, once the searching had reached an end, getting pushed in to a dressing room by Poppy. "Ah. Must I?" Sashiko asked, about to start a sigh, but she held it back, seeing Poppy's bright mood. She spent most of the time inside the dressing room going through the articles she was given. Quite a lot of it didn't fit, they were doing guess-work here after all! Sorting out what did, and didn't fit, trying on a few things, before picking out something that she liked quite a lot. A dark-purple sweater, with quite the intriguing feature! At first it seemed like it wouldn't fit her bust, but just a little pull, and it seemed like the opening of it stretched out, and would return to it's original size, being no worse for wear. The marvels of elastic bands in clothing, keeping snug against her chest, and elsewhere on her body, while not constricting so much as to be uncomfortable. <br><br>She came out wearing it, the short sweater-dress going mid-way down her thighs.A little skin peeked down in the gap between the bottom of the sweater and her thigh-high stockings. Without her coat, the rip on the right-side thigh could be seen at all times. "Look!" She called out to Poppy with an amused grin. She grabbed the top of the sweater, and gave it a little tug, stretching out the elastic, then letting it snap back around her bust. "This thing, it changes its size almost freely!"<br><br>Back inside the dressing room, she had two piles, one for clothes that fit, and the other that didn't. The fitting clothes would do well enough, but the sweater-dress she seemed particularly excited about, even past a usually distant expression. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 06:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Driving Through Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Grand Theft Uh-Oh</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>What the fuck was she gonna do with him?</em> Reese’s plan was… unfinished, to say the least. Drive him <em>away</em> from the garage, that was the important part. He looked so peaceful, sleeping there in the backseat. Reese reached for her blue raspberry slushy and took one of the few remaining gulps as she drove past more artist lofts, empty parking lots and quiet warehouses. She wondered what his life was like before now. Maybe sleeping in other people’s cars was the norm.<br><br>  She’d have to ask him when he finally woke up. Reese took another slurp of her slurpy and sadly hit the bottom of the bright blue cup. <em>Damn.</em> The Escalade swayed a little as she put her empty cup back in the cup holder. Then it swayed again. <em>Wind? Earthquake? What the fuck was —</em>  <br><br>Reese heard a sound, not unlike metal contorting or an explosion. Her grey eyes glanced in the rear view mirror, checking for smoke. Instead what she saw was… Her foot pressed down on the gas as the fucking <em>fuck</em> dragon tried to nab the Escalade from the road, clasping both her hands on the steering wheel. <em>Oh my god. Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh My God.</em> She felt her phone vibrate in the front pocket of her dirty coveralls, its screen lit with a text message. Then it vibrated again, and again. Read me, read me, read meeee! Instead, Reese <em>floored</em> the Escalade and veered around other parked cars, watching as the Dragon — a legit fucking dragon — crunched through them with her… scales. Real fucking scales. Like they were made of lego or plastic or some shit.<br><br>  "So that you can do what, exactly?" the mechanic countered, in a way that only a rebellious, fifth child would. For fucks sake. Her unread phone continued to chirp in her pocket. <em>Now</em> Sleeping Beauty was awake, and even giving orders. Right <em>before</em> they got eaten. He sounded like Darth Vader. Focus, Reese, focus! “Hang on…!” she yelled before swerving the racing Escalade around a corner, trying like fuck to <em>not</em> let the Dragon (ha ha ha) touch the car that neither of them owned. She watched it, the big red beast, as she carefully hit the button to open the sun roof above them. Fuck. Could an Escalade out run a dragon? She guessed not, although she really had no context on how to make that assumption, did she? They were both especially <em>fucked</em> if the dragon could breath fire and incinerate them from behind. Fire powers. Jake said this Dude <em>also</em> had fire powers. <br><br><em>Fuck.</em>   The engine of the Escalade growled as Reese floored it. The Dragon kept trying to sideswipe them, with her claws. Her <em>actual</em> claws. Focus Reese, focus! She’d opened the sun roof already. “Motherfucker…” the mechanic hissed as the Dragon got too damn close, and she rotated the steering wheel as far as it would go. The Escalade spun out on its newly fixed wheels, a full 180 degrees to <em>face</em> the dragon head on, before Reese slammed the car into reverse. They really shoulda worn seat belts.<br><br>  “I’ll drive, you shoot?” she yelled through the tension and the chase, now driving backwards at high speed, hoping that if her passenger did have fire powers (ha ha ha) that they were at the very least <em>long</em> range, and hella accurate.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 09:15:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fire Fight<br><hr>It seemed the woman refused to do what she was told.<br><br><strong>Hang on!</strong><br><br>Destrian’s eyes near bulged when the carriage jerked. He tumbled onto his side, his shoulder striking the cushions and his legs near rolling over his head. His legs dropped when the vehicle had finished turning the corner. Grasping the seat for dear life, he gazed at the back of Reese’s chair as though he were regarding a lunatic. She was worried about being killed by the wyvern. He was worried about being killed by the wyvern and her driving.<br><br>He felt a breeze and looked up to notice that she had finally opened the sunroof. Before he could even act, Reese decided to spin the vehicle, causing Destrian to bare his teeth as he braced himself. The Escalade briefly ceased its motion, rocking before it proceeded with the next gear. There was a loud thump of a Dragon Slayer being dumped onto the SUV floor as it sped into reverse. He had to get the hell out! He ignored Reese’s question as he uttered a loud growl of frustration before leaping through the roof.<br><br>Destrian ascended several feet above the Escalade. His ejection drew the mother’s attention as her head craned and craggy teeth spread to snag him. The Dragon Slayer pointed with his index finger. His other digits were curled as a rod of fire extended into his grasp and materialized into a spear. His weapon hadn’t been much of a projectile.<br><br>At the apex of his ascension, Destrian thrust the end of his spear at the beast, and it became snagged within her teeth. The mother whipped her head downward, trying to dash the knight against the asphalt. He released his spear in order to safe-fall and then recover to his feet in a roll. Tossing her head, the wyvern cast the spear off to the side, and a fire ignited about Destrian’s feet. His next step erupted in a blaze, leaving behind a stream of fire that the mother snapped through, her head following the fire’s trail to the knight who had just leapt into the air to reclaim his spear.<br><br>The red beast’s talon reached out like a hand to slap him to the ground. Destrian dropped beneath its weight but aimed the butt of his spear toward the road. The butt struck, and the head of his spear pierced the creature’s foot causing it to scream and retract it. She sent her other foot slashing like a tiger paw. Destrian jumped back to evade the first swipe. Before the talon had a chance to raise for a second, his feet ignited, and he leapt into a spiral. The spearman whirled, slicing along the mother’s foot like a circle saw, scattering her blood and flesh.<br><br>With another scream, the wyvern stretched out her arms and with a strong flap, threw herself backwards away from the slayer, while sending a swirling gale to knock him out of his spin. The gust had felt like the slap from a giant, sending Destrian twisting out of control through the air. He stabbed his spear into the street to regain control of himself and anchor himself as the wyvern mother continued to flap, raising herself skyward. She squawked and shrieked in a fit, possibly cursing his name in her own tongue as she rose higher and higher into the air. Her eyes gleamed, fire flickered from her jaws, and swelled in her gullet.<br><br>Destrian hissed, anticipating what was to come. It wasn’t going to be the breath of a youngling, and thank the gods not the breath of an actual dragon, but it was still going to be powerful, nonetheless. Rearing back her head as the flames rolled and expanded behind her teeth, she thrust out her neck and spewed on a low roar that sounded like a thousand horns a river of fire. The river struck Destrian. It felt like gallons of hot water dumping on his shoulders from a great waterfall. He was engulfed in oranges and yellows; his body having vanished in the inferno before a bystander’s eyes. Inside the incinerator, he continued to grip his spear while the asphalt and stone melted into lava beneath his feet. His armor turned from red to bright white. His wrappings had long turned to ash and then into nothing. The pressure forced him to take a knee and that was as low as he was willing to go.<br><br>Destrian bellowed a cry of pure will and determination as he resisted the crushing force of the wyvern’s breath. His eyes and mouth mingled in the current of the flames, glowing in their own blaze. The wyvern soon lost breath, and the pressure lifted as the river began to thin into a stream. Destrian immediately pushed off the spear to his feet and laid the weapon over his arm. His hand pulled back on the spear like an arrow. The fading wyvern fire, revealing him standing like an archer with the white sphere of his eye leaking a banner of fire. The end of his spear popped and flashed with spirals of flame that lashed the street. Destrian released his spear, and it flew like a missile passing between the wyvern mother’s gaping mouth to pierce the roof of her mouth. The explosion was thunderous and instantaneous as a large fireball replaced the her head. Her wings fell limp as the body tumbled from the sky with smoke and fire spewing from the end of her neck.<br><br>The dragon arm flipped through the air as it fell toward Destrian, and his hand rose above his head to catch it. Lowering the weapon, he turned toward the SUV, and if Reese had been still present, she would find the Dragon Slayer glaring her way while a great wyvern struck the street behind him. He no longer had a veil to hide his ugliness. Waves of heat and smoke were rising off his armor, his wavy skin, and hair. His milky-white eye sat above an inhuman jaw of dragon teeth, stretching his flesh as it occupied the entirety of his left cheek. He hadn’t forgotten that she initially questioned his order, and then near hindered him from performing his duty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 13:46:18</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Slums &gt; Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Her explanation made sense, but he was no scholar or alchemist. So while he heard her words, true understanding escaped him at the moment. He was fascinated however and would like to learn more, but after he got her to where she going...and maybe getting more oil for her "bike". She continued her attempted explanation, but her words only found partial purchase inside his brain. Maybe it was because he was too unfamiliar with the topic, or because she wasn't used to explaining a basic concept to someone so alien that her terms meant literally nothing. He nodded his head either way, figuring he could ask for more details later when she was in a better place to talk and not sweating buckets. Even over the other scents in the area, it was noticeable she was tired from pushing the iron beast up the hill.<br><br>&nbsp;The perfumes in this place were wonderful. "You'll have to tell me more about these things later. They seem very interesting. To compress the strength of 100 people into something so small must truly be a marvel of magic. If only we could harness the power of dragons like that. All they're good for now is destroying things and making new Slayers," he said with a disappointed shake of his head. The "bike" was light work to the giant Slayer, so the conversation held all his focus and the slowly but noticeably changing scenery as they went up and up. She decided after learning his full title, that it was easier just to use his name, which he was fine with as he'd always had his name, but the title was just something fancy people began calling him one day. <br><br>"Of course it's alright. I'm not one of those snooty, stuck up nobles from the Capital or the fancy cities in the Kingdom. Barbarians they called us. Apparently they never learned the words "Tribe" or "Nomad"." Brook told him then that the place they were in was "Raven City". He began scouring his brain to try and recall a Raven City, only for the next part of her sentence to cause a small brain lapse. <em>Planet Earth</em>? This was an entirely different planet from Avantasia?!?! "E-Arth? Where is planet E-arth? How close is it to Avantasia? How is travel between worlds even possible?!?! The scholars said we might never touch the stars, even were we to harness the heart of every dragon on Avantasia!"<br><br>&nbsp;His grip on her bike tightened, but as he heard the sound of structural failure, he loosened his grip before he crushed something in his hands as he tended to do when he was having issues...like realizing he'd been teleported to a planet he didn't even know existed and possibly never seeing his home, family, or friends again. The mention of food was the great equalizer when it came to Pharon, and her offering to buy him some made him forget all about his worries and grin from ear to ear. "Slaying is hungry work, and our last fight had been going on for several hours...so I would love food. I appreciate you. I don't know what's safe to eat here." Just then, his stomach growled (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/tayxK-1v39k) and it sounded like a fearsome beast had taken up residence where it now wanted desperately something to fill it up. He could do nothing but laugh at the coincidence and hope she didn't regret what she'd just offered.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 19:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover's Outlet, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Jesus...<br><hr>Brett looked up from his phone when Poppy and Sashiko approached him. The fae was enjoying herself, which was a standard for her demeanor and meant all was well. Sashiko had some clothes in her arms, and he was wondering what outfit she would emerge with.<br><br>“It’s no problem. I’m thankful to have run into you guys. If I had been unlucky, I might have been the dead one in the park or the subway,” Brett said, and saying it made him realize how serious the situation on Earth was. Before, there were only had gangs to deal with, but now they had to deal with dragons. He needed them. If he wanted to be able to continue going to school and his job safely, he needed them around. Heck, the world needed them.<br><br>There was a solemn look on Brett’s face the more he thought about it. For these Dragon Slayers to continue slaying the dragons, they also needed him. Someone who can help them conform to Earth and its rules. He had to protect them from what they didn’t know and understand. His train of thought was broken when Sashiko stepped out in an outfit she seemed to really like.<br><br>Brett’s eyes wondered up and down her body, taking note of the peeks of flesh, causing his cheeks to gradually turn pink. Why was she wearing thigh-high stockings? Why not wear some pants!? Brett felt his entire body seize when Sashiko stretched out the elastic band of her top, presenting the bare tops of her bountiful tits. His face flashed from pink to instantly red as he practically near broke his neck looking away. His legs instantly closed as he willed his pants not to grow tight. He had to take his mind off it! <em>Think of something else! Think of something else!</em><br><br>He couldn’t complain. The sweater did look good on her. It wasn’t tight-fitting and it easily formed comfortably around her proportions. “If you keep playing with the elastic band it could tear,” Brett warned, mainly to get her to stop flashing her breasts!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 21:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">This was worse! This was so much fucking worse! Now she had a fucking <em>front</em> row seat to <em>that</em>! A Dragon! A real, real angry motherfucking dragon. “Dude!” the mechanic exclaimed as her passenger abruptly <em>catapulted</em> himself out of the sun roof as she continued to swerve the Escalade in reverse. That seemed bad. This all seemed very, <em>very</em> bad. What in the fuck was he gonna do outside the — <em>Oh fuckity fuck FUCK</em>. First there was a bright flame, high in the sky, no a… spear, and then the Dragon tried to eat him, and the fuck was he walking through fire? Reese slammed on the breaks, about a block away from… impossibility. <br><br>They were fighting. The dragon and the guy formerly <em>drooling</em> in the back of the Escalade were actually fighting. The dragon dwarfed him, but damn, the Dude was like a flaming ballerina and not only was he throwing hits, but he was landing them, with that spear, fire, <em>weapon</em> thing! <em>Ew gross blood</em>. Lots of blood. All over that building from the Dragon. <em>Guts and stuff.</em> Reese could feel her pulse rising. She should… stay in the car. Yep, seemed like a good — holy <em>fuck</em> the car was shaking from near tornado erupting from the Dragon’s wings. How was he staying so close to the… And the thing… And the other thing… “FUCK OFF!” Reese gasped in two big breaths as the Dragon suddenly <em>rose</em> in the air and unleashed molten <em>lava</em> breath all over the Dude. All Reese could see outta the windshield was fire. It was hot. She was <em>sweating</em>. And he was dead. Dude was so dead there was no way he wasn’t dead. <em>Drive away now, drive away now Reese!</em><br><br>But then… a <em>blip</em>. Maybe her wide grey eyes were imagining it, but there was a shape in the lava, a white hot way amongst the flames. Holy shit. Oh that Dragon fucked with the <em>wrong</em> badass now. He was gonna… He was gonna… “Mmm…” Reese gulped inward and hunched her shoulders forward as the Dragon’s head exploded in flames from the Dragon Killer’s impossible, badassery. It was so gross. So <em>gross</em>. Whatever Reese thought a Dragon’s head exploding would look like, this was way more visceral. And wild. And cool, in a flabbergasting way. Was this what happened in the garage with Jake?<br><br>Hell incarnate was now <em>glaring</em> back at her. She put the Escalade in drive and moved it slowly towards the edge of the dragon’s spit destruction, before parking it and rolling the Driver’s side window down with a button.<br><br>“Okay, <em>okay</em>! Look! Hear me out! I <em>know</em>,” Reese emphasized in agreement from across the bubbling pavement, “that coulda totally fucking backfired on me but, BUT! It didn’t!” She hopped out of the Escalade, leaving the Driver’s side door open to the hot, residual wind. “It didn’t!” They were all fine. Or <em>alive</em> at least. He miraculously seemed alive, or alive enough to <em>glare</em> at her, and she seemed alive, and the car seemed… perfect. It had fucking worked perfect. Well, except for the no seatbelts thing. She deserved a rather <em>familiar</em> glare for that. Literally everything else around her, especially the melted, bubbling pavement near her yellow converse and the headless, bloody dragon carcass nearby, was wondrous as <em>shit</em> but that glare was the same. She’d gotten <em>that</em> glare from her parents, her siblings, her teachers and definitely most of the govermentarians in Raven City whenever she did something, admittedly, risky. But when <em>that</em> was happening — when a dragon was attacking the Escalade — all Reese could think to do was drive <em>faster</em>. Drive faster indeed. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline pumping through her veins she would be freaking the fuck out. Or ralphing her entire blue raspberry breakfast slushy all over the Escalade.<br><br><em>  Enjoy the high while it lasted.</em><br><br>She looked at the fierce Dragon Killer from across the melted road and swallowed, also figuring why he kept his face covered, something that Jake the Kid forgot to mention or perhaps didn’t know about, and then began to <em>inch</em> her way towards him on foot, along the narrow parts of the sidewalk and road that weren’t scorched and dangerous. She passed a lot of those parked cars. The ones that the… <em>creature</em> hadn’t demolished with horrifying ease, and even the ones she had crunched were now in metallic puddles, soldered to the tar on the ground. But Reese had another idea. <br><br>"And look, I was <em>right</em> in that you wanted the sun roof open to attack the…” Dragon. Just say dragon. But she couldn’t. Not yet, not aloud. “That <em>thing</em>. I just miscalculated your <em>means</em> of attack. Most of the fire powered weapons we, uh, boring humans have are like…” Reese knew next to nothing about combat. Except for what she’d seen in some old timey movies of course. She started peering at each sunken vehicle she passed, looking for something as she kept calling to him from across the literal tar pond. “… Tanks, or high powered rifles I guess, maybe even bazookas… They are all made to fire off in enclosed spaces from a distance. But <em>you</em>… Your weaponry doesn’t work like that, I gotcha now, Dude. You <em>are</em> the fire power.” Nothing yet. Most of the doors had melted shut anyway. There had to be something she could use. She kept looking, like a hound sniffing desperately for a bone, as she slowly, carefully inched around the edge of the fiery destruction. Her toes were <em>warm</em> in her yellow converse. “<em>Legit</em>. You need closer proximity to a target, preferably one of <em>those</em>…” Nope, nope, nope. Still not gonna say dragon aloud, not today. “And, AND! A lotta fucking wide open space because your fire emanates outward from within you… Or something.” Maybe… Damn it. The bike was only an inch tall now, it's wheels completely and literally fried. Did the driver leave their gear? &nbsp;“I mean, it was hard to tell in all the flames and lava and scary shit what was happening but, BUT! if you woulda have stayed in the Escalade to attack… <em>It</em>, both the car and I would be dead and roasted marshmallows.” Reese looked around frantically, about fifteen feet from the Dragon Killer before turning around and beaming. When she stood, she had something round and black in her hands. “I understand that, you know,” the mechanic carefully <em>skipped</em> towards him, finally getting to the other side of the street, and the other side of the battle, “<em>now</em>. You’re a good person… er, a good superhero’d person?” <br><br>She tucked the round object behind her back as she looked at him. His eyes and armor (oh it was definitely armor now) were different too, and very intimidating. Standing next to him was like standing next to a campfire, but it didn’t smell as good. Actually everything just stank real awful like smoke and burnt flesh. For a moment, Reese said nothing, and just bit her bottom lip, knowing that he’d saved her and and her pretty good career and shit. It was like standing beside a celebrity. <em>Awkward. Awkward. Awkward.  </em><br><br>“Hey, look, I’m <em>real</em> sorry about your scarf. Being inside an inferno hurricane like that looked like it <em>fucking</em> sucked. Besides that, is the rest of you… okay?” She rocked back and forth on the heels of her yellow converse, clearly wanting to ask him more than <em>just</em> that, before holding out the motorcycle helmet from behind her back as a peace offering. <br><br>Not the <em>best</em> option for a new facial cover, but she didn’t have anything else at the moment that would fit him, or that beastly jaw line. “Look I’m not the greatest listener on the planet but I…” her unread text messages suddenly chimed in her pocket. Her phone was apparently pissed off at her mad driving skills as well. God fucking damn it. “Everyone has their own fucking flaws. I’m Reese.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 22:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shopping!<br><hr><br><br>Flashing a teasing grin the fae had the challenge of pushing Sashiko along towards the dressing room, a challenge she eagerly accepted as her bright voice poked out from behind the fellow slayer. ”Of course you do~ We have to evaluate just how amazing my choices are naturally.” Poppy declared with a giggle, obviously playing up the antics to a higher degree, but really she couldn’t help it. There had been only a few moments where the weight of actual fear and uncertainty touched her mind, to find herself lost in a world so unlike their own and without the support that were her fellow knights, the brief moment of weakness having found her in the night; but all was well now. She had Sashiko and it seemed fairly certain that the rest would all follow, she hadn’t been completely alone and perhaps that was the truest blessing she could have in all this craziness. ”Hurry now~ I can’t hardly wait~” she’d giggle, popping her gum with a delighted little hum.<br><br>There truly were not enough words to thank Brett for the service he had found himself within, his once mundane life so helplessly turned upside down with the appearance of herself and her friends soon to be found one by one. It was a daunting task to have one’s mind opened to worlds behind their own, threats that had once only been imaginary, but despite it Brett pressed on, stepping up to the task like a good adventurer of any sort would. ” Truthfully it is a great burden we’ve put upon you, but you are a brave man none the less...” Poppy mused thoughtfully, flashing Brett a sweet smile before twirling a strand of hair around her finger. ”I still have my doubts that in a past life you were not a full fledged adventurer.” Tagging on playfully Poppy’s gaze flickered back towards Sashiko as she emerged from the dressing room, those bright eyes widening before the fae popped up from her spot to leap towards the buxom slayer with a squeal. ”That looks perfect Shiko!” Poppy cheered in agreement, giving a twirl before small hands lightly brushed along the fox’s lavender locks to give a gentle fluff. <br><br>”You must let me braid your hair, it would look so wonderful with your outfit!” the red head cooed, glancing around Sashiko’s side as Brett went into his bashful aneurysm. The man really did red in the face so easily didn’t he? Watching in amusement as a rare smile flittered across Sashiko’s features Poppy was just as easily entranced by the elastic, the material hugging the full figure of the fox in a way that it fit like a glove. ”There he goes again...perhaps he is far more attracted to large breasts?” The fae smirked slyly, stepping away to give Sashiko a look over once more before nodding. ”Its perfect, now you’ll fit in wonderfully with the rest of the humans.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 00:19:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br>ate/Time: Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br>Location: Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> stuff<br><hr><br>As excited Sashiko was over the sweater-dress, and some of the other clothes she had in the pile, Poppy seemed to be over the moon for them. Brett too, in his own way. Maybe this new human fashion was going to work out better than expected! When she was out of the dressing room, several moments after Poppy was giving her heartfelt thanks to Brett, she was immediately fawned over by Poppy, and Brett it seemed was doing all he could to hold something back. Attention wasn't Sashiko's main concern, and she'd often tell herself she was above needed it... but, it did feel nice to be admired like this. <br><br>"Perfect, huh? I mean, yeah, I really do like this one you picked. Feels really nice on..." Sashiko said with a low mumble while Poppy was working her way all around to her backside. The hands running through and giving her hair a little fluffing felt nice too. The two of them sharing that in common, keeping their hair long, and often relatively untamed. "A braid could do. It might keep my hair neater, get in the way less when I'm fighting too. Would one look good for you, I wonder? That dress does so suit you well, in all ways. Lady Poppy looks beautiful in it, no?"<br><br>Poppy drew her attention back to Brett with the teasing comment, drawing a sly little laugh from the fox. "Perhaps he does. Has he never been so bashful with just you around, I wonder?" Sashiko asked with a whisper, leaning down closer to Poppy's ear when she did so. And, keeping that forward lean when Poppy mentioned that she's likely to fit in with the humans. "Ah. Are you so sure? I've not seen another woman with purple hair or these." Perhaps refering to the tall fluffy fox-ears atop her head that she just made wiggle, or perhaps her bosom, that went well beyond what might be considered <em>large.</em> "Either way. I'll fit in... more easily. So long as nobody pries too deeply. Uhm." Sashiko looked over her shoulder, in to the dressing room and the two piles. <br><br>Once the new clothes were bought and paid for, Sashiko changed back in to the sweater-dress, now that it was properly her own. "Truly, we must find a way to further repay such charity. No matter where, I am sure that skilled hands to craft fine clothes costs quite a bit... Hmm..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 01:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward<br><hr>The woman talked just as much as the boy. He didn’t know why he continued to stand there as she crept forward in the Escalade, exited the Escalade, and then started making her way around the cooling pool of tar and rock to try and get close to him. Destrian’s eyes followed her. His brows had yet to lift from their tight convergence. After trying to stay focused on her rambling, eventually Destrian gave up, and glanced over his shoulder at the dragon carcass. Just like he did with the other dragons he killed, he turned in its direction, pointed the end of the spear at it, and the dragon’s body combusted in flames.<br><br>The Earth dialect was still one his ears had to adapt to. When an Earthling was talking in excitement, they spoke so fast that their words became lost to his comprehension. There was something that troubled the Dragon Slayer. The wyvern young and the mother. Destrian wondered if the mother had laid eggs about the Warehouse District. If the smaller wyverns had been her hatchlings, then that also meant there had to be a father. Somewhere. And the father was much larger than the mother.<br><br><strong>Hey, look, I’m <em>real</em> sorry…</strong><br><br>Reese had his attention again. Destrian scrutinized her face until his eyes lowered to the motorcycle helmet she offered him. The crease in the Dragon Slayer’s brow finally softened. Was it a helm? His spear dissolved, leaving behind a dark plume of dissipating smoke. He gently took the motorcycle helmet from Reese in both of his hands and gazed into its glossy protective shell. He saw his monstrous face gazing back. The dragon teeth that twisted his face like an assimilation attempt. If he had been burned more that day, he might had become more hideous. His brown and white eyes lifted to gaze at Reese. But she hadn’t run screaming. She hadn’t looked at him with disgust on her face. The feeling was foreign. Her question even more foreign. A stranger asking about his well-being. It was awkward.<br><br>The helmet was light and the material it was made from seemed flexible and weak. It would most likely melt in dragon fire. Destrian lifted the motorcycle helm over his head, gazing up first into the hole before he slipped it on. Inside, the helmet was padded and the heat from his body was able to escape through vents. Inside, he felt more tucked away and safe than the scarves he wore. The Dragon Slayer, although already quiet, he didn’t respond or move while he savored the strange privacy granted by the helmet. He was in his own little room. Everything was out there. Destrian closed his eyes, momentarily enjoying the peace.<br><br><strong>…I’m Reese.</strong><br><br>Destrian slowly opened his eyes and gazed at Reese through the tinted visor. “Thank you,” he finally spoke. Since she gave him a gift, he decided to gift her with his name: “I am Destrian Brand; Dragon Slayer, and an Avantasian Knight. I helped a boy fix that carriage, and in return, he said he would help me find refuge until I can reunite with my comrades.”<br><br>He looked around his surroundings finding himself no longer in the garage. He was somewhere else with a woman he didn’t recognize. Jake hadn’t kept his part of the deal, and so Destrian took it as though he was on his own again.<br><br>“I must go. Goodbye,” Destrian bade as he turned, having no idea where he was going in this world, but walking was better than standing still when it came to meeting his objective.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 06:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover's Outlet, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> These...?<br><hr>Brett jumped at Poppy’s teasing remark. “Will you stop?” he growled. He couldn’t even deny her statement. He wasn’t just a boob man, but an ass man as well but that was none of her business! “We’re not gonna talk about that.”<br><br>Brett scowled when Sashiko started whispering in Poppy’s ear. He didn’t like how they were plotting against him. As the tall fox leaned over, Brett turned his cheek. At her <strong>these</strong> comment, he might have thought at first she was referring to her <em>gifts</em>, but when he saw her ears wiggling, he tensed. His eyes immediately darted around the store until they fell upon a little girl who was holding her mother’s hand. Her mother was sliding blouses along a rack. Her daughter pointed at Sashiko and before she could open her mouth, Brett had sprang out of his chair to grab Sashiko’s ears.<br><br>“Don’t do that. Everyone believes that your ears are fake. If you start wiggling them around, then they’ll start asking questions!” Brett warned. He then personally noted how real they were. He had seen them sitting on top of her head, and it was only until he felt them in his hands that he believed it. They were soft and smooth like silk. The down on the inside of her ears felt like rabbit fur. He might have stroked them a little bit between his fingers and thumb without realizing it. How many opportunities did he have to feel fox girl ears?<br><br>“Mommy that girl has kitty ears! I want kitty ears too,” the girl exclaimed.<br><br>“Maybe you’ll get some for Christmas,” her mother nonchalantly replied.<br><br>Brett exhaled a relieved breath and released Sashiko’s ears. He then blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t even asked her permission. He had just acted impulsively. “Sorry; I guess I over-reacted but that could have turned out differently.”<br><br>Smiling sheepishly, Brett decided they had stayed longer than they needed. “Let’s just pay for your clothes, and we’ll swing by the Oriental District for some Chinese food.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 13:56:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Living that Sisyphus life<br><hr><br>Pharon's curiosity seemed worryingly genuine, to the point the first seeds of doubt to the whole LARPing thing started to grow. It was just... Uncanny. It made zero sense, and she was half wondering if she was hallucinating.<br><br><strong>"I'll try my best,"</strong> was the best Brook could respond with. Though she was the type who'd drive screws with a hammer, she at least understood how things worked. Academia was her forte, practical things weren't. So while she generally knew how something like her motorcycle worked, she'd be at it for months were she to take it apart, probably moving up to years if she had to put it together again afterwards.<br><br>Unfortunately for Pharon, Brook didn't know where Avantsia might be, and let him know that she regretfully couldn't help on that matter. Fortunately, their conversation moved on, unfortunately the thunderous rumble coming from Pharon made her wallet shiver in fear. If only there was some way they could receive mountainous amounts of food for free...<br><br>Bingo.<br><br>Though there weren't many buffets open this late at night, she knew another place that had just the thing she needed to avoid filing bankruptcy. With the bike up the hill, they were quickly navigating the crowded streets of the oriental district. She was tempted to leave the motorcycle at home and to get a change of clothes, but she wasn't comfortable yet about letting him know where she lived. So, they moved in, squeezing in between crowds of drunks. The amount of noise made it hard to talk, but Brook informed Pharon along the way they were just around the corner. Soon enough, they parked the bike outside of a bar and grill. <strong>"Just a moment..."</strong> A brake disc lock was fished out from the satchels hanging from the sides of the motorcycle, and she quickly locked it up so it couldn't be rolled off. <br><br>Brook nodded towards the entrance, and made a B-line for the front counter. <strong>"Evening, still serving up the grill challenge?"</strong> The barkeep could confirm, Brook smirked. This was possibly the greatest idea she'd had all year. <strong>"And it's still 50 bucks and the meal for free if you finish it?"</strong> The barkeep once again confirmed. <strong>"Fantastic, we'll have one of that, and... One small kebab. Also two beers."</strong><br><br>"Cash or card? I'll have you know nobody has managed to finish the platter yet."<br><br><strong>"I have no intentions of paying, trust me, he'll finish it."</strong>&nbsp;Still, as a show of goodwill, she pulled out her wallet and showed that she could actually pay for it - If she skipped out on rent. The barkeep nodded and told them to find a free seat.<br><br><em>... I guess I should've asked if he was vegetarian before ordering.</em><br><br>One of the waiters brought the beer, Brook pushed one of them over to Pharon. <strong>"I hope you're not picky, I'll be homeless if you can't finish the meal."</strong><br><br>To be honest, Brook was still baffled at her own brilliance. Not only had she dodged a massive bullet, but she'd get to eat and drink for free, plus whatever was left of the prize. It would in all honesty be Pharon's winnings, but as the team manager and bookie, she deserved at least some of the prize. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 17:42:19</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Failure is preferable to inaction as long as the effort is made. I look forward to our conversations in the future, Lady Brook." The further they got away from the black city and the deeper they went into the place bathed in dancing lights, the more and more people he started to see. They were dressed in all sorts of ways and had hair and tattoos of all colors and designs. It was like being in Avantasia but on a completely different spectrum. One thing he did notice was that everyone here was a human. He'd seen no Orcs, Halflings, Trolls, Gnomes, Tieflings, etc, etc, etc... Not even any halfbreeds. It was strictly human, so did that mean this city was segregated? Or were there no others like him and his fellow Slayers who weren't fully or even partially human? That wasn't a topic that he felt like tackling at the moment, not when his stomach was so angry. He dwarfed the people walking with and against them, but had memorized the top of Brook's head just in case he lost her in the ever-growing crowd. <br><br>Eventually, she told him the place they were going for food was just around the corner, and after rolling the "bike" to a stop, she put some sort of portable lock on it. While she went to handle the vendor, he was dealing with stares from so many passers by. It was like they'd never seen a Goliath or a Hybrid before. While he watched Brook talk to the bartender, he felt a tap on his back, and turned, then looked down at the man who wanted his attention. "Dude, you gotta lift, what's your bench?" Pharon's purple eyes displayed confusion, then he shrugged his shoulders. "I...don't have a personal bench I carry with me. I sit wherever I can," he said with a slightly confused tilt of his head. The man, a bodybuilder with a rather impressive physique compared to anyone else shook his head and flexed his bicep. "No, bro. How <em>strong</em> are you? How much can you lift?" <br><br>Realization dawned on him and he enthusiastically nodded his head once he understood. "Ohhhhhh. Well, I don't know for sure. How much do <em>you</em> weigh?" The builder looked himself up and down. "Right now? Shiiid, maybe 250 lean. I got a competition comin' up." Without a word, Pharon lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, then raised him to eye level, then put him back down. "Oh! My new friend Brook seemed to struggle with this <em>bike</em> here. Are bikes considered heavy?" The man was still in awe that he'd just been plucked off the ground like a child by the tallest, most buff guy he'd ever seen in his life, but when he looked down at the cruiser, he saw it was a classic and not light at all. "Not as heavy as a car, but pretty damn heavy. 700 to I dunno, a thousand pounds? Maybe a little more if you deck it out. But there's no way you can pick...up...a...motorcycle like you just did." <br><br>The man couldn't believe his eyes when Pharon reached down, grabbed Brook's bike by the back and front end, and then curled it up to his chest, again without any real effort at all. After putting it down, he shrugged. "This weighs nothing compared to a dragon, I'll say that much. Not even as much as a horse if I think about it." The bodybuilder was at this point giddy with joy and nearly dropped his phone as he asked Pharon for a "selfie". He didn't know what that was, but the man explained it was a picture together, so he just said yes even though he didn't know how they were supposed to be painted together right here and now. He kneeled bent down and smiled along with the man, and nearly made a horrifying face when a sudden light blinded him. He kept his calm, and then the man showed him the picture. To his surprise, it was more vivid and detailed than any painting he'd ever seen. <br><br>After that, the man asked him what his "IG" was and that he'd tag and follow him. Pharon could only shrug, and the guy figured it was part of his whole deal, then scampered off to tell his gym buddies what he'd just seen. Brook returned soon and led him to a table, but before he sat down, he took a look at the chair and decided to not sit right away. He snapped his fingers, and a barely perceptible purple glow enveloped him for a few moments. When it faded away, he took a seat and didn't turn it into a pancake since he'd lowered his weight. This sort of thing happened so much back in Avantasia that he was happy he was blessed with gravity magic. A server came out with two ice-cold beers and he could smell the hops. It was like no beer he'd ever smelled and he very much wanted to drink, but before he did he bowed his head in Brook's direction.<br><br>&nbsp;"My thanks again for the meal and the drink." His new friend said she hoped he wasn't picky, and that if he didn't finish this meal then she'd be out on the street. That made what he did next seem insensitive, but only until he explained. He laughed loudly. That same, deep, rolling thunder of a laugh from before. Then he picked up his beer and drained it nearly as soon as it touched his lips. "Gods that's tasty. But no, I'm not picky. I grew up in the jungle so we had to eat what we could. But one of the few things I excel at...<em>is</em> eating. Your home will still be yours once I finish. How many plates do I get by the way? I'm <em>ravenous</em> and would like as much as they can possibly give me at once. I don't want to waste time waiting for more food."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 23:07:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shopping!<br><hr><br>Lightly fluffing the end of silky lavender tresses with a giggle Poppy was elated to hear Sashiko approved of allowing herself to braid the luxurious mane, the distant memory of having done so for her fellow fae as they gossiped in the grove coming to mind to bring a more genuine smile to her lips. It wasn’t simply just braiding hair but rather the socializing and care that went into the experience, the natural affection that was made with every weave, something that Poppy had dearly missed and was beyond moved she would be allowed such. As knights it was easy to become disillusioned to anything despite ones title, that while such mattered greatly, the fae deep down considered her fellow slayers her own brothers and sisters, so naturally such closeness only deepened the feeling however one sided it could be to others. With the elegant twist of her own suggestions and compliments turned upon her Poppy could only hum under her breath, the lightest fluster of color touching her cheeks as she quickly waved off the thought.”I welcome the challenge to tame my wild locks without some sorcery involved,” The slayer grinned finding herself briefly pausing before she let Sashiko’s hair fall through her small fingers. ”But compared to the stoic beauty of the greater forests, I am alas simply a bud.” Poppy shrugged off the compliment with a soft smile, ever one to discount herself in the awe of others who’s claim fit far better. <br><br>It was far easier to focus on anything other than herself as Sashiko whispered into her tapered ear, her smile splitting further as she brought a hand to stifle another bout of giggles from her lips. ”Only once given my nature to sleep uncomfortably within dressings, clothing is required for sleep I have found out.” She’d tease back with a light giggle unable to be taken back,&nbsp; watching Brett’s reaction that tempted her all the more. Then again he <em>had</em> been through enough she supposed. ” Oh alright...I was simply just saying...” Poppy trailed off lightly, moving from around Sashiko to give a light spin on her heel.”Its just fairly obvious is all I was going to say~” Tagging on lightly with a light melody on her voice, in mid spin when her fellow slayer made her obvious ears being the only real exception to fitting in completely.<br><br>”Upon the tour Brett gave me I witnessed many male and females alike wearing wild colors within thier own hair, so your hair-“Poppy started before Brett nearly leapt at Sashiko, grabbing her ears much to her own surprise. She supposed the fox ears could be an issue, a small child having called out to her mother of such, but what disaster that could have been seemed to be avoided. Humans certainly were the most odd of creatures. ”Do others really wish to wear fake ears? How amusing...” she’d finish her statement, watching as Brett seemed in Frances by Sashiko’s ears before flustering some, the fae flashing her friend a knowing smirk before giggling. Brett really did seem to fluster much more since Sashiko’s arrival.<br><br>What amusement of the man however was quickly forgotten with the mention of food, although she couldn’t for the life of her wonder what Chinese food meant. Either way Poppy had to contain herself as she gave another whirl around before cooing.”Yes please...food is most certainly a wonderful way to end our adventurous day!” Poppy cheered, more than ready to explore more of the delicacies that Earth had to offer.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 06:02:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br>ate/Time: Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br>Location: Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> Food?<br><hr><br>"Hnng!" Sashiko groaned, taking a lot of effort to not make a scene when her ears got grabbed. "No grabbing!" Her voice a quiet hiss at Brett, and a little blush on her cheeks. But, it seemed he was more interested in stroking, now that the attention was taken away from her wiggling her ears around. Incredibly soft and fluffy ears, not too far off from petting a natural cat. Just the added fact he was petting a woman, not a cat. Once the scene was diffused, somehow, Sashiko could relax a little. "Wiggling and moving and all that stuff, I can't control it! Like, not control it in that way. Do you really think about where your eyes wander? I know you especially don't! But, imagine it as that. My ears just... happen most of the time, save for when I willfully make them do something, like I just did." With the brief anatomy lesson over, the other seemed interested in moving on to talk of food. <br><br>"I know not if I'll recognize any food in this place... so, I shall just have to try it all. Once again, I find it harder and harder to repay your generosity. Lady Poppy, we shall have to find a way to repay this. Commoners where we're from tend to not have enough coin to do... all of these, at least not on a regular basis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 06:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover's Outlet, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> These...?<br><hr>After paying for Sashiko’s clothes, they left the outlet to head to the Oriental District. On the way, Brett couldn’t get the feel of Sashiko’s ears off his fingers. He couldn’t believe it. She had real fox ears, and they seemed to be sensitive. He blushed just thinking about how riled she had gotten. He was going to try and not make that mistake again. Carrying the clothing bag—like a gentleman—Brett expressed, “Don’t worry about repaying me. You two saved my life—Poppy more than once—I expect this to become a regular thing. I just hope you guys like Chinese food. It’s a little greasy, but its filling (and cheap).”<br><br>Brett stopped before the stairwell leading down into the metro. He remembered just last night the giant serpent that had been sliding through its tunnels. The metro was the fastest method to get to the Oriental District, but he didn’t know if he could trust it anymore. He might not have had to say anything for Poppy to realize why he was hesitant to proceed.<br><br>There was the bus. It was a security measure for citizens to avoid the metro and the bus at night—mainly because of the crime. Taxis were often utilized, but they were overpriced. Some of the cabs were illegal. Brett frowned as he mused, <em>How many times will I get saved tonight?</em><br><br>He didn’t want to put himself in danger. If they walked, it would take thirty minutes and he was too tired for this to stretch on. He was being too quiet. Brett glanced over his shoulder at Poppy and Sashiko before he turned to face them. “The subway is the fastest way to get to the Oriental District…but…”<br><br>He scowled at the ground. He felt cowardly and embarrassed. “If there’s dragons in the subway, I don’t want you guys to have to keep risking your lives to protect me. I just want us to eat and go home.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 10:41:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.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> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at 7am ish.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shashiko, Open/Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in a strange land<br><hr><br>"I hope we find the others. We should try harder to do so, now that we have feet beneath us. My prey is dead, but there may be more dragons afoot. And, perhaps we shouldn't try to draw too much attention? This place, what I see of it, is massive and teeming with humans. Already, so much more than even some of our grand cities."<br><br>It was easy enough to agree with her logic and advice. That there may be more dragons here caught his attention more than anything else. He didn’t believe in some pre-ordained destiny, but he did understand fate. You live long enough, and you see certain patterns and cycles. Sometimes you were put on a path for a reason—you still had choices, but you also had to make those choices, or someone chose for you.<br><br>“I agree with you, bringing attention to ourselves can cause complications in getting home.” He did look her up and down for a second. “You and I do stand out a bit. I’ve only seen humans here so far. We may have to go to some lengths to disguise some of our more notable attributes.” he states glancing at her ears.<br><br>The dragons they were initiated from were polar opposites. His healing, while beneficial to her well being also intruded upon the darkness she drew strength from. Most people all but moaned in both relief that their wounds were gone and even in the pleasure of the sunlight embracing them. Her hiss let him know that she was not feeling that. “Thanks.” He rises and nods. “Of course. I couldn’t leave you wounded.”<br><br>Even though she sounded slightly unsure at the word technomancer, Shashiko was anything but stupid. His underground city was under siege for nearly two millennia—they say that necessity was the mother of invention. Normally elves did not deal with things such as technomancy, their magic was more nature based or elemental when they were at war. Still, there were those who were both siege minded and gifted with magic. They learned to combine their talents to do some things that Dekado had a difficult time accepting at first, but turrets that fired arrows or sprayed flammable oils from their walls were effective. <br><br>"Their stars that fit in a palm? And all the rest? Perhaps. What might cause one magic to become the sole, dominating one? What may happen, now that the rest are introduced?" He walks with her and shrugs. “I suppose it depends on how open or adaptive they are.” he offered. “No one likes change. A few will though and they may dare to take a new path unknown to them. They may seek us out.” he guesses since they were the only ones knowledgeable here.<br><br>“Do you think that is why we are here?” he asks. “If there were dragons here or maybe waking up here they would need someone to oppose them. Just a thought.” It was hard to miss her breasts bouncing, she was rather voluptuous. He makes himself look back up to her eyes.<br><br>"You're right. I have been working on a new technique, but nothing capable of... this. We may be stuck fast here, a long while... So. We must gather ourselves, find the rest. We should be able to find eachother easily again, right? Even amongst these sky-rending towers of stone, choking light and cacophony of voices..."<br><br>He nods to her. “I can help find the rest of us fairly easily. I saw a mechanical mount that seems to travel rather quickly. If I had one I could circle around and locate the rest of us.” That was one way. “Of course, if there were dragons here, I imagine we would all be drawn to their location and fight them.”<br><br>He picked a direction; one was as good as another. “If we are stranded here for a time. We will need to find food and shelter. I’m not sure that our currency is accepted here and even if it were, we would run out sooner or later. We need to start thinking of entertaining the idea of finding employment.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 15:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mMlcLt9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 7amish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone | Dekado<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>"Hmph. Employment, anything outside of our knightly duties would be shameful and degrading. If life hinges upon it, and we must..." Sashiko said with a shake of her head. Maybe there would be a way for them to earn their keep by slaying the wayward dragons for whatever passed in this land as authority. Surely the common humans in this land would need their held in handling them. Sashiko then looked between the two of them, and considered the other humans she had seen thus far. "We should split up, for a time. If we travel together for too long, it may arouse suspicions even further. I shall search for others, in my own way, and you can use your effective means. If you need help, or must speak to me... I'm sure you'll figure out a way to find me." One of the very few people Sashiko couldn't hide from. Almost fitting it was a dragon of Light. Sashiko intended to spy upon the people here, find a place where she can observe how they act, and try to blend in better. And, perhaps try to also find somewhere to lay low, outside of all this steel and rock, away from the ceaseless noise that's been assailing her since she arrived. "Above all, stay safe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 22:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting food ~<br><hr><br>It took nearly all her strength to not let loose the fit of giggles that desperately wanted to escape her lips, having clapped both hands over her mouth to do so as she winced in the same motion;Brett was awfully brazen considering how bashful he was at the same time, grabbing Sashiko’s fluffy ears nearing the territory of sensitivity that he had tried to argue against before hand. The fellow slayer took it well enough in that she didn’t bring further attention, giving a warning of her own before letting it drop. The amusement Poppy felt melted away much like the scene itself as she gave a solemn nod at Sashiko’s suggestion of finding a way to repay Brett for all he had done for them thus far, the idle thought never too far from her own mind as she hummed.”You require more than simply your safety as payment for your good deeds Brett, we are but an invasion of your life after all.” Poppy commented as they began their walk, the light skip in her step ensuring she kept up while she beamed sweetly. <br><br>”If this Chinese cuisine is anything like the breakfast in which was made in the magic box, then Shiko we are in for quite the treat. Truly a taste in which one must have for themselves I declare.” Giggling Poppy would give another spin as they approached the metro, a venue that in the light that wasn’t tinged with threat of the wrym, made it more curious for Poppy to actually appreciate. Brett’s hesitation however was easy to see as the muscles in his back that faced them seemed to tense, the fae pausing her animated movement before she found her smile fading some. As a dragon slayer it was easy to forget just how susceptible humans were in the face of danger, how fear could grip one in a way that hadn’t touched a knight in some time. That Brett felt such made Poppy feel that she had neglected the man’s concerns when they had met, not assuring him enough that he was perhaps safest in their presence at least that was what Poppy assumed. <br><br>When it was in fact his uncertainty due to putting them at risk to protect him to blame, Poppy couldn’t help the soft smile from curling across her freckled features, stepping closer to wrap a thin arm around the crook of his arm not holding the clothing bag. [colof=green]”All is well Brett, it is our duty to protect those around us.”[/color]She assured him gently, poking around to give Sashiko a smile before squeezing his arm some. ”Besides with Shiko here, any threat wouldn’t dare come into her domain, surely sniffing out any threat long before, right Shiko?” Poppy giggled, using her friends words once given to her back at her with a wink, soon releasing Brett’s arm to begin going down the stairs with a happy chime.<br><br>”Come!Chinese food and then the couch awaits us!” The fae nearly sang, her fiery ponytail bouncing with every step.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 00:06:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> Calling Jake</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Dude took his time with the motorcycle helmet. They had nicer ones back at Rust and Ruckus; newer foam padding, bluetooth speakers, colorful decals. But he seemed… <em>calmer</em>. Just like when he was in the back of the Escalade. That ‘safe space’ thing was really real for him… Was… he sleeping again? <br><br>Reese pushed her lips together and watched him, curious as to why his fantastical eyes were closed. “Uh what? Oh, yeah, sure, no worries,” Reese reciprocated when suddenly opened his eyes and thanked <em>her</em> for the helmet that she, technically, stole. Then he said his name was Destrian and he was an Avatar? That would explain the fire powers. No wait, <em>no</em>, he said he was a… Dragon… Slayer. Ah! That’s what Jake had said earlier. Dragon <em>Slayer</em>. Oh shit. <em>Jake</em>. The Escalade. Reese whipped out her phone, clicking on Jake’s number.<br><br>Oh. <em>He’d</em> been the one texting her; probably about the car. She finally messaged him back.  <br><br><strong>Don’t worry dude. Escalade runs like an iron beauty.  </strong><br><br>Her grey eyes then scanned the actual messages he’d sent. They weren’t about the Escalade. At all. They were in fact about the very creature whom had tried to eat Reese and Destrian —<br><br>  “Wait, <em>what</em>?” the mechanic echoed as the Dragon Slayer said <em>bye</em> and started walking off like this was just his regular Tuesday. Maybe it was, wherever…. Wherever he was from had Dragons and a lot of other mythical things too, probably. Her grey eyes blinked in surprise as she just about lurched after him in her yellow converse, and then remembered Jake (again). How would she explain what had just happened, without a big, long, shit explanation?  <br><br><strong>Also dragons ducking suck. BRB. <br><br>*fucking</strong><br><br>Damn auto-correct. And shit, Destrian was ahead of her now, fuck her life, “wait! Wait,” Reese panted and huffed it to catch up with the mighty slayer. “I work with Jake — the kid who you helped on the Escalade. You fight dragons, I fix broken carriages — I mean <em>cars</em>. I fix cars, and bikes and other mechanical stuff. Jesus fuck I regret that slurpy.” She doubled over, panting as the blue raspberry slush rolled around in her stomach like a temperamental, sugary ocean. She hiccuped, then took a deep breath. “The garage where you were sleeping in isn’t safe for you much longer. It’s not private enough… But… I have to take the Escalade back there so that its owner can pick it up. Jake is still there. It’s… it’s…” Reese looked around. Holy <em>fuck</em>, distance meant nothing when you were flooring it! They were nowhere near the garage! “I think it’s like twenty blocks West… or something. Do you want to talk to Jake?” Jake, surprisingly, was a 'safe space' for Destrian too. She held her phone outwards, in the space between them. “This device will let you talk to people when they’re far away.” <br><br>She pressed Jake’s number and started to call him, then put him on <em>speaker</em>, all the while glancing around for more dragons. Maybe there was only one, or two in Raven City. Maybe this would all be over soon. Maybe she should go to the police. <em>Did Destrian say comrades? Plural?</em> Did they all have fire powers? “We can drive back there. If you want to. With seatbelts this time, promise. Then we don’t have to walk and we can talk about where you’re gonna sleep tonight.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 02:08:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/AUO88Q.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> Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at 7am ish.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shashiko, Open/Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in a strange land<br><hr><br>"Hmph. Employment, anything outside of our knightly duties would be shameful and degrading. If life hinges upon it, and we must..." He had been a knight for only a month. Back in his homeland he was a Guardsman, similar to the constabulary he had seen out here. He watched her shake her head. “These are strange circumstances we find ourselves in. They will probably become some great tales after we return home.”<br><br>"We should split up, for a time. If we travel together for too long, it may arouse suspicions even further. I shall search for others, in my own way, and you can use your effective means. If you need help, or must speak to me... I'm sure you'll figure out a way to find me."<br><br>Dekado stops and nods to her logic. “Of course, that sounds wise.” he agrees with her. “I’ll be able to find you and if I discover a means of communications, I’ll make sure to share with everyone.” He was used to being alone. "Above all, stay safe."<br><br>He inclines his head to her. “You too Shashiko. May your searches be fruitful.” he says and heads in the opposite direction she was going. The plan was beginning to take form. Find shelter, find clothing and employment. Perhaps deal with any local dragons they came across and then when they were all together, discuss how to get home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 04:57:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Not the food subway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> hungry fox<br><hr><br>Sashiko had a brief furrow to her brow when Poppy talked about this world's cuisine and magic boxes having some relation to cooking. She didn't understand a word of it, besides the promise of good food. "Hmm. Well, I care most that we find something filling. I was in the midst of battling an adult Green dragon, and it was near to the noon-hour when I was sucked through the portal to this place... And here, it was midnight. I had to slay the dragon, then I was... doing observation on my surroundings and exploring a little before I had run in to you two. Gah, in the end, it's been a long day, fraught with conflict, and I'm hungry! Anything will do!" Ending off with a grumpy huff and crossing her arms over her chest. <br><br>"Whatever route gets food in me sooner, we should take that. I know not of these... subways, but, I don't believe that a dragon of any meaningful size of threat would dwell anywhere in this immense city," hoping her words would be somewhat reassuring. A drake was deadly to a regular human still, but, it was something that Poppy or Sashiko could handle several times over. And, though she wasn't ready to admit it, she wasn't comfortable with this new domain. She was uncomfortable with it, the city was disorienting, throwing off almost all of her senses. It would take some time to get used to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 05:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ugh...<br><hr>Destrian stopped when he heard Reese calling after him. He turned to regard her, observing how she appeared out of breath from running such a short distance. A sweat bead rolled down the back of his head, watching her double over appearing even more exhausted and out of breath than she had initially appeared. Was she all right? She asked him if he wanted to talk to the boy and Destrian narrowed his eyes at her bemused.<br><br>She held out a flat rectangle, and he stared at it, waiting for the magic or trick. As strange tones (dial tones) hummed from the device, he glanced at Reese as she spoke of potential shelter.<br><br><em>Hello!?</em><br><br>The voice that suddenly sounded from the device startled the Slayer. He took two quick steps backwards and growled defensively.<br><br><em>Is that Dragon Dude? Dude! You know how to use Reese’s phone? Oh god! Reese isn’t dead is she? I tried to warn her about the dragon! Dragon Dude, where’s Reese? Is she okay?</em><br><br>Destrian’s right eye was twitching and the upper lip on the human side of his face was arched in disgust. It was the boy all right. He never knew when to shut up, and his worried, whining was making him not want to say anything to fuel it. He chose to leave Reese with her device and without saying a word, he started heading back toward the Escalade.<br><br><em>Hello! Hello!? Dragon Dude! Is anyone there?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 05:58:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncle Brett taking care of Dragon Slayers<br><hr>Brett’s brows rose when Poppy walked over and wrapped her arms about one of his. She gave him reassurance along with a passionate squeeze that made his cheeks warm a little. It was the Dragon Slayers’ duty, but he still would feel guilty about getting them in trouble. Poppy started down the stairs even if he was going to stand there, and Sashiko expressed how <em>hangry</em> she was.<br><br><em>I guess I have no choice now</em>, he mused. There was no skipping dinner. He didn’t want to know what an angry Dragon Slayer looked like. He sighed and yielded, “All right. Sorry for the delay.”<br><br>He turned and started down after Poppy. He wanted to show them both how to buy subway tickets and thought about getting them both a card if they planned to stick around for a while. Brett wasn’t sure how long it would take the Dragon Slayers to find each other. If he already encountered two in one day, then he wondered how many he would encounter tomorrow. The weekend gave him a break from bartending and classes, so he could spend more time with his new roommates.<br><br>After purchasing tickets (Brett charged his subway card), they boarded the subway to the Oriental District. There weren’t any Skulls or other shady folks aboard, and the trip had been quick and without drama. <em>Thank goodness</em>, Brett thought as he disembarked.<br><br>The Oriental District was lively. There were tourists, teenagers, and shops still running late into the night. <em>I hope the restaurants won’t be too crowded.</em><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/015/909/787/large/shuai-yvan-1.jpg?1550137613)</div>There were bright lights, pop music, and the smell of greasy, meaty street food permeating the air. The smell was making his stomach tight for food. Brett pulled out his cellphone to begin searching for a restaurant, and while he browsed, he recalled what Poppy had said earlier, “This food is nothing like…” <em>Magic Box…</em> “Magic box food. It’s called a Microwave Poppy.”<br><br>“We’ll go to a traditional restaurant. That way, the portion sizes are larger,” he informed. He managed to find one that had a high rating. Jin Tao (Golden Peach) was average priced. It wasn’t too cheap and it promised quality food. The restaurant had a bright, glowing peach above its door surrounded by a faux gold ring. Inside the restaurant was spacious with a stone lazy susan in the center of the table.<br><br>“This place had a high rating, so it should be good,” he told the Dragon Slayers, forgetting that they probably wouldn’t understand. Upon entering the restaurant, a waitress greeted them, “Hello! How many?”<br><br>“Three,” Brett answered.<br><br>She grabbed three menus and waved for them to follow. “Right this way!”<br><br>She led them to a smaller table with a stone wheel and waited for them to take their seats before asking, “What can I get you to drink?”<br><br>Brett tried not to look annoyed, but he disliked when restaurants did that. He didn’t even get a chance to look at the menu and she was asking him about drinks. <em>Haiya~</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 04:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting food ~<br><hr><br>Skipping down the stairs two at a time Sashiko’s obvious hunger was heard in her voice as well as her words, the notion of becoming irritable certainly on par with her fellow slayers. An enemy, no matter small, still took precious strength to strike down, the ill fated Battle of the Gods having been interrupted with their transplant only feeding such a fire in the belly. So Poppy fared a tad better given the morning breakfast Brett had given her, although the thrum of hunger long remained as what portion was not nearly sufficient enough to sate her fully, so hopefully the Chinese food would have a bigger impact. <br>”Don't fret Shiko, we will fill our bellies with delicious feast!” Poppy hummed happily, even more pleased now that Brett seemed assured enough to continue forward towards the metro. After all he was perhaps the most safe with now two dragon slayers at his side.<br><br>Peering around Brett’s side as he went about gaining their tickets for the subway Poppy did her best to try and retain the information, although the small plastic rectangles did seem to stump her some long after actually boarding on the tin snake, as she so lovingly dubbed it. It’s speed without having to use one’s own strength fascinated the slayer, wide eyes staring out the window as she sat on her knees to peer out while they rode, grabbing Sashiko’s elbow more than a few times to point excitedly to their rushing by scenery. By the time they made it to the Oriental district the fae was nearly bursting with a second wind, the sights and sounds making her petite form all the more animated. It was so colorful and lively it was as though there was a festival rather than simply being a busy intersection, bright greens whipping around like an owl as she cooed. <br><br>Brett’s musing to correct her explanation of the magic box made Poppy flash a sheepish sort of grin, feigning some as she gave a light twirl.”Mhm...but magic box sounds so more amusing~” she’d try to counter, the melody playing within the street having caught her ear to make the slayer sway as Brett went about using his strange device, he called it a cellphone if she wasn’t mistaken, although the idea still went above her head. With Brett leading the way with promise of good food, much less large portions, Poppy had long taken to dancing as she followed behind a bounce in her step while hooking an arm around Shiko’s own to pull the slayer along with a giggle.<br><br>The establishment was far different than the trade posts and homes that served as an inn within their world, much more sleek in design that Poppy had&nbsp; trouble focusing nearly. Once they were greeted and seated however she felt more confident, taking a seat and settling before the musing of what they’d like to drink made her smile widely.”May I have your largest mead dear?” The slayer cooed without a moment of hesitation, the battle, the chaos of finding themselves on Earth, more than anything Poppy had longed to taste for a drink fitting for celebration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>18-04-2022, 07:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese | Downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> hungry fox<br><hr><br>Sashiko hoped that Poppy's promise of a feast would be lived up to, now that she was thinking about it, the hunger was starting to bother her more and more. The subway was... strange. She didn't like how everything was cramped, and even this late at night, there were too many people around. She didn't like the feeling of her sixth sense going off, feeling like people were looking at her. If she was meant to be staying somewhat incognito, the glances were making her uncomfortable. Taking the train ride with a little grumpy curve to her lip. The fast moving metal tube was also uncomfortable. It was too loud... but, it seemed that everyone else was more content with the subway, with their not-so-keen sense of hearing making it not so bad, and the benefits of convenience. Sashiko tried to drown it out by moving her thoughts inwards, but, Poppy's excitement over the sights, and the concerns dwelling in her head prevented her from finding a bit of peace. It was still chaos, and she was dragging others in to it too, this whole world that knew nothing of her own. And, though he seemed helpful enough, Sashiko couldn't help but feel Brett was somehow feeling forced in to this situation. <br><br>Once they left the subway tunnels, Poppy seemed to have a big burst of energy, and was practically dragging Sashiko along behind by her arm towards their goal. This part of the city did seem quite lively and full of excitement and cheer, but, it was still going to take a long time for her to get used to this. "This place seems to have many different kinds of magical boxes. Scrying magic, light-holding magic... It's everywhere."<br><br>Once they were in the restaurant it was... interesting. Some of the smells were familiar, the food being like something she'd smelled before. Almost smelling like home cooking. "Hmmm... This seems familiar." Sashiko looked to and fro as they were guided to their table. Spying looks at other patrons foods, and almost recognizing some of the dishes here. There were differences, obviously, but some of them were quite similar to what she had in her home village. Sashiko holds up her hand, gesturing for Poppy to pause when she asked for mead. "You should try the sake, err rice wine, dialect depending... I doubt they'll have mead. If else, beer will do. Ah, uhm. I just mean, the food here seems alike with my home village." A little smell of home was making her relax a little again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>18-04-2022, 23:25:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake, Montgomery (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Once more, with seatbelts!</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Reese raised a big, surprised eyebrow at Destrian as he recoiled from her phone, then said nothing to Jake — legit <em>nothing</em> — and then left her (again). Only this time, at least, he was going in a direction that Reese wanted. “Jake. Jesus <em>fuck</em>… don’t memorize other people’s sounds, that’s weird!” the mechanic awkwardly huffed above her phone, before taking off after the Dragon Slayer (again). Apparently Destrian did not like Jake. Jake was not a ‘safe space’ for Destrian. Neither were cellphones. Wherever Destrian was from, they did <em>not</em> have cellphones, the pocket-sized communication devices that humans couldn’t seem to exist without…. Currently Reese was two for two with bad assumptions. <br><br>“I’m <em>totally</em> fine, but you’re being <em>super</em> weird right now, Jake.” Reese continued to muse as she took her phone off of speaker and held it to her pierced ear as she kept looking about for dragons, and Destrian, and any authority figures who would question the sudden, smokey tar pit in the middle of the Warehouse District. Fuck, fuck, <em>fuck</em>. She tip-toed around the melted, boiling road in her yellow converse sneakers, still behind the much taller, and much more silent, Dragon Slayer. “You also need to be at like a solid <em>six</em> when we get back to the garage, okay?” the mechanic clarified to the panicked teenager, knowing she couldn’t blame Jake for not reading her texts immediately without being a complete hypocrite. “You’re at an eleven right now, and I need you to be a calm and optimistic six. You’re freaking us <em>both</em> out right now. Bye.” She lowered her phone and ran up behind Destrian, to make it to the Escalade first and to — more importantly — open the passenger door and demonstrate where (and possibly <em>what</em>) the seat belt was. No backseat chauffeur kidnapping this time round.<br><br>“Oh, and do <em>not</em> bring up dragons to Montgomery unless he brings them up first.” Reese finished while walking back in front of the Escalade, and ended her short and awkward phone call with Jake. Then she got back into the Driver’s seat that was still well-adjusted for her short legs. <em>Click.</em> She snapped her seatbelt into place and then leaned back into the cushy leather seat with a heavy sigh. The view from the widow shield was still i-n-s-a-n-e with the damage from the dragon, and from the damage of Destrian <em>killing</em> the dragon. Where was the headless carcass? Oh. <em>He burnt it. With his fire powers.</em> Right. Where to even begin?<br><br>She really wanted to ask how people wherever he was from communicated <em>without</em> cellphones. Humans did it before, decades ago, but they didn’t have dragon sized crises. Did they have some way of knowing where the dragons were without communication? Like some sort of sixth sense? Is that why Destrian awoke when the Dragon roared, or... Was she just making another wrong assumption, thrice? <br><br>“Are you sure you’re cool and whatnot after that fight?” Reese <em>drummed</em> her fingers on the Escalade’s steering wheel as she drove in the direction of Rust and Ruckus, albeit using a more scenic and <em>slower</em> route that wasn’t, currently, a bubbling asphalt pond. “Do you need anything… special? Like even in terms of shelter, with your… flame?” the short blonde woman hoped that wasn’t offensive to a Dragon Slayer. She hoped he would trust her enough to devulge more information. Destrian trusted her enough to get back <em>into</em> the Escalade, even after her — admittedly — dangerous Fast and Furious moment. Clearly he didn’t trust Jake. Jake didn’t even know the dude’s name. Or seemed not to know, anyhow. “Might be strange to ask, I guess, but that was the first time I ever saw a dragon in my city. Or… fantastical, magical fire. Or a dead body.” Reese swallowed and ran her tongue across the top of her teeth, trying to keep her blue raspberry slushy inside her stomach and not outside on her lap. “I... have a place." Changing the subject might help her stomach too. "It’s quiet, usually, but you'd have to live with me and that's maybe not what you want.” Or what he was used to. Reese certainly wasn’t used to any of this fuckery. <br><br>Usually when she took fancy cars on company test drives she went to <em>Moonbucks</em> and bought an overpriced coffee frappuccino and one of those ooey, gooey sausage breakfast sandwiches.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 02:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Denied<br><hr>The waitress gave Poppy a condescending look. Was this little girl for real? Did this restaurant <em>look</em> like it served mead? She kept her thoughts to herself and asked, “Can I see some ID?”<br><br>Brett closed his eyes and moaned. He forgot to warn them about purchasing alcohol in Earth Realm. He had to think of something. He sheepishly smiled up at the waitress and explained, “Sorry; my friends aren’t from around here. They didn’t bring their IDs…” He then glanced at both Sashiko and Poppy with large eyes. “So I guess we won’t be getting any alcohol. How about something else?”<br><br>“We have fountain drinks as well as hot tea.”<br><br>“Let’s get three cokes and a pot of jasmine tea for the table.”<br><br>The waitress nodded. “I’ll be back with your drinks.”<br><br>As soon as she walked away, Brett glanced down at the menu and elaborated, “You have to be over 21 years old to drink alcohol. In some countries, you only need to be 18. You need a card proving your identity and age. We call those IDs. You guys don’t have one, so you can’t buy alcohol ever.”<br><br>Brett glanced cautiously over his left and right shoulders before he leaned over and quietly said, “I’ll pick something up from the store on the way home.” He then added with narrowed eyes at them. “If you two behave…”<br><br>He was starving, and he wasn’t too picky. He kept it simple with a fried rice combination of shrimp, steak and chicken. His brows then rose as he suddenly remembered. “Oh yeah! Be careful about ordering too much. The portions here are meant to be shared so they’re quite big.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 03:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> The Audacity!<br><hr><br>”Like your village? Really? Mayhaps you are more at home within this realm than once suspected Shiko~” Poppy giggled softly with a light nudge of her elbow at her friend’s side, the sage advice perhaps far more appropriate given their strange circumstances. It had been out of her own obvious excitement that had made the fae’s natural reaction come forth, fae folk in particular having taken to hearty meads and honeyed wines so it was all too commonplace. So to be given such a look and then asked for some sort of identification, whatever such even meant, the fae felt her features fall. Thankfully Brett came to the rescue with some sort of code word, coke it was, although Poppy was still in a fair amount of shock over the interaction. <br><br>Only when the waitress left to fetch their drinks did Poppy find out much to her horror they’d be unable to purchase alcohol on their own, the red head slumping into her seat to let her crestfallen cheek rest against the table top as she moaned. ”Why is Gaia so cruel?”The slayer lamented, kicking her short legs out under the table as she buried her misery in her wild mane. This was truly a cruel fate as Poppy had been fully ready to launch into a tirade over such an insult, though Brett’s constant warning to lay low had stilled her hand, even if she felt like flipping over the table in frustration. ”Age limits, why in the world would such exist? Why I am decades over your silly 21 moons.” Poppy huffed against the table, a single green pool flickering in Brett’s direction as he spoke to them in a hushed tone, the promise of acquiring alcohol should they behave earning the sly smirk to reappear not a moment after. <br><br>Clearly Brett wasn’t as honest and rule abiding as he let on, the fae soon perking up once more as she placed a hand over her heart to wink.”Slayers honor we shall be on our best behavior Brett, although I still find it unfair.” she’d promise, the devastation all but ebbed away to instead take a glance towards the menu curiously. His mention of the portions being ones for sharing did make Poppy giggle some, moving to trace a finger down the menu as she hummed.”To be honest… us slayers eat far more than a typical human may, despite our size.”she admitted with a smile, not wanting to bring up how just starving she was herself as the breakfast sandwich in the morning had done little to sate her. After all she hadn’t wanted to be rude. <br><br>”Ooo…I wish for this…Chow Mein…it sounds absolutely delicious~”Poppy declared happily, nearly dancing in her seat as she could feel her mouth water from just the description alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 03:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> His Dragon Slayer Armor<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 1000<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> Got jokes<br><hr>“Reese, you’re alive!” Jake exclaimed in relief. He then made an awkward face at her claim. “How is that weird? People do it all the time. I know your voice too!”<br><br>“How am I being weird? I’m not allowed to worry about you? I thought you had gotten hurt Reese!”<br><br>Jake hesitated to speak when Reese advised that he needed to calm down. His heart was still racing. He was certain that the Dragon <em>Dude</em> must have killed the dragon if Reese was okay. He hadn’t heard anymore growls. He started taking deep breaths, resting a hand over his chest. “I’m good. I’ll be calm. No problem,” he reassured her.<br><br>Jake rolled his lips into his mouth and bit them when she mentioned not telling Montgomery about the dragons. He hoped the boss had heard them. He wanted to talk about <em>everything</em> that had happened. <em>If he fires me, then I’m telling him. Fuck that!</em> Jake angrily thought.<br><br>“Yeah whatever,” he responded to Reese before she ended the call.<br><br>Destrian had watched Reese open the passenger door for him and demonstrate the strange strap. He could have used that earlier when she was driving around like a maniac. When she headed to the driver’s side, he entered the passenger side and closed the door. Grasping the seatbelt, he stared at it first, tugging on it, and observing the metal tip. He buckled up and rode with Reese back to the shop.<br><br><strong>Are you sure you’re cool and whatnot after that fight?</strong><br><br>He had used his fire powers twice that day, and it burned a lot of energy. Having come down from his adrenaline rush, he felt exhausted and hungry. His eyes were half-lidded, and brows knitted with fatigue-induced irritation.<br><br>“I just need to rest,” he confessed. He might have been quiet, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew when to speak up about his needs. “Food; water…” he added.<br><br>At her confession concerning the dragon, Destrian arched a surprised brow at her, but then remembered where he was. He wasn’t home. “Are you going to cry?” the Dragon Slayer asked, and it might have caught her off-guard that such a silent and mellow personality had demonstrated teasing humor. He had made the statement with a straight face, without a smile or any indication that he was joking. It had actually been a tactic of his to help someone cope with an unsettling past situation. She told him about her residence.<br><br>“It’s either your place, or I sleep outside with the dragons,” he stated, unveiling the dark reality. He didn’t have a choice whether he liked the situation or not. Even Dragon Slayers needed a place to rest and recuperate. “It’ll allow me time to rest until I can find my comrades.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 05:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese | Downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>"That's... frustrating. Even I would have to present it?" Sashiko said with a quirked eyebrow. Poppy was youthful, but womanly enough to Sashiko's eyes to not be mistaken for being under the age requirement. And Sashiko felt like she didn't need to say anything more about her, it should be obvious given her looks! "Besides. Morning ale was had even by children young as ten at the kingdom, in Avantasia. Such a strange thing to regulate..." &nbsp;Drinks seemed to be sorted. Maybe she would try this... coke, but, Tea would more than suffice for an evening meal. Sashiko sits with one leg crossed over the other, and her hands waiting patiently in her lap. She reads over the menu and has some trouble with it. The words don't seem quite right, it takes some squinting and guessing at them to piece the letters together. <br><br>"I'll have the beef stirfry," Sashiko asks of their waiter. Putting on a bit more of a polite show, trying to follow along with Brett's mannerisms somewhat. And, just going for one dish for now, heeding his warning about portion sizes. Any food would do, she didn't need to be completely full right now. "Hmm. If alcohol is so regulated, what <em>do</em> you people drink?" Tea she understood well enough, but she was curious about this coke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 05:38:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drinks<br><hr>Brett felt a little sorry for the girls. It wasn’t their fault that they were from another…place. Wherever Avantasia was…it sounded like fairytale land with the Dragon Slayers and dragons. At least Poppy was behaving herself. He had expected her to throw a fit, and while she fussed that’s…all she did.<br><br>“We have age limits because kids aren’t trusted to drink alcohol responsibly. It does more harm than good when abused. So, we have an age limit so that if an adult abuses alcohol, then they can be held completely responsible for their actions,” Brett explained. He then raised a curious brow. “You guys don’t have alcohol-related crimes in Avantasia?”<br><br>Poppy had explained that Dragon Slayers ate more than regular humans, but Brett hadn’t taken it serious enough. He would have had to see it to believe it. They had figured out what they had wanted to eat in time for the waitress to return with their drinks. She set down three red cans, which were chilled from the refrigerator, and then a cast iron kettle of tea.<br><br>“One moment,” she said as she walked away to retrieve their clay teacups.<br><br>Brett smiled at Sashiko when she asked what Earthlings drank. He grasped the can and held it up, turning his hand palm-up beneath it in presentation. “<em>This</em> is called a soda. The brand of soda is called ‘Coke.’ It is a sweet, fizzy drink loaded with a chemical called caffeine that will keep you awake. It’s very acidic drink, but it’s delicious. We drink many drinks like this along with fruit juices, tea, coffee, smoothies, shakes…”<br><br>He stopped himself before he went beyond their comprehension. “Try it; and be careful. The bubbles might make you burp.”<br><br>The waitress returned, setting down the clay cups. She then removed a notepad and pen from her apron and held it ready. “Are we ready to order?”<br><br>Brett gave his order and waited for the others to give their orders before he showed them how to open the soda. After lifting the clip, the drink released a serpent-like hiss before it bubbled at its aluminum seams. Brett brought the can to his lips, slurping the fizz before he finished opening it.<br><br>“Would you like a glass and some ice with your soda?” the waitress asked them before she left to put in their orders.<br><br>“I’m good,” Brett answered as he took a few gulps of his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 21:38:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> The Audacity!<br><hr><br>Leaning back in her seat with a huff Poppy crossed her arms over her chest while sporting her traditional pout, one cheek puffed out in annoyance as Brett gave them a condensed run down on the laws of this silly ‘drinking age’. Just because she was bribed with alcohol for behaving didn’t mean she wouldn’t make her own comments, the man musing of alcohol related crimes in their own realm which made the fae giggle some. ”Naturally there are still crimes regardless of it being within Avantasia or not, though such laws you speak of are more so made by the king rather than your badge wearing knights. Usually if a drunkard causes a ruckus it is dealt with by man’s code rather than a higher one. After all it is entertaining no?” Poppy shrugged some, pouting only for a moment or two more before the presentation of the odd elixir that was ‘Coke’ was placed in front of them along with the tea.<br><br>The tea was fairly a concept that Poppy could recognize easily enough, but the fascination of the can of bright red and white peeked her interest to make her lean closer to inspect such. ”A chemical to keep one awake? Are you sure this is not some potion?” The fae blinked curiously, small hands wrapping around the can to bring it closer, a raised brow given in Brett’s direction as he demonstrated how to open the contraption. At the initial hiss Poppy nearly recoiled as she leaned against Sashiko’s side for a moment, watching as he slurped up the foamy suds that came to the surface as though it were a threat. <br><br>When he seemed unharmed and not worse for wear however Poppy would glance down to her own can, catching the tab with a nail before letting it hiss before a neat ‘crack’ sounded out. The furious bubbles surprised the slayer as she held it at arm’s length for a moment, the brief moment of uncertainty punctuated with the waitress’s arrival back, as Poppy gave her order with only a <em>slight</em> hint of being less pleased she wouldn’t be able to enjoy a pint or glass with her meal. Turning her attention back as the bubbles seemed to settle some the red head lifted the can to her lips, taking her first sip as she tilted it back some. All at once the sweet flavor and bubbles played on her tongue as bright greens widened, Poppy nearly taken aback as her first experimental sip turned into another quickly after.<br><br>Grasping the can tightly Poppy perked up more than ever, the wide smile blossoming across her features as she gasped. ”By the gods! This is utterly delicious! I feel as though I may take in an entire army of wryms and not tire in the slightest!” Poppy declared with an excited rush of emotions, quickly turning to Sashiko only to give her friend a few animated pokes.”Shiko you must try this!” Poppy insisted, nearly bouncing in her seat as she took another large sip, only for a squeaky hiccup to suddenly erupt from her lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>20-04-2022, 22:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">last Pharon post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Failure is preferable to inaction as long as the effort is made. I look forward to our conversations in the future, Lady Brook." The further they got away from the black city and the deeper they went into the place bathed in dancing lights, the more and more people he started to see. They were dressed in all sorts of ways and had hair and tattoos of all colors and designs. It was like being in Avantasia but on a completely different spectrum. One thing he did notice was that everyone here was a human. He'd seen no Orcs, Halflings, Trolls, Gnomes, Tieflings, etc, etc, etc... Not even any halfbreeds. It was strictly human, so did that mean this city was segregated? Or were there no others like him and his fellow Slayers who weren't fully or even partially human? That wasn't a topic that he felt like tackling at the moment, not when his stomach was so angry. He dwarfed the people walking with and against them, but had memorized the top of Brook's head just in case he lost her in the ever-growing crowd. <br><br>Eventually, she told him the place they were going for food was just around the corner, and after rolling the "bike" to a stop, she put some sort of portable lock on it. While she went to handle the vendor, he was dealing with stares from so many passers by. It was like they'd never seen a Goliath or a Hybrid before. While he watched Brook talk to the bartender, he felt a tap on his back, and turned, then looked down at the man who wanted his attention. "Dude, you gotta lift, what's your bench?" Pharon's purple eyes displayed confusion, then he shrugged his shoulders. "I...don't have a personal bench I carry with me. I sit wherever I can," he said with a slightly confused tilt of his head. The man, a bodybuilder with a rather impressive physique compared to anyone else shook his head and flexed his bicep. "No, bro. How <em>strong</em> are you? How much can you lift?" <br><br>Realization dawned on him and he enthusiastically nodded his head once he understood. "Ohhhhhh. Well, I don't know for sure. How much do <em>you</em> weigh?" The builder looked himself up and down. "Right now? Shiiid, maybe 250 lean. I got a competition comin' up." Without a word, Pharon lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, then raised him to eye level, then put him back down. "Oh! My new friend Brook seemed to struggle with this <em>bike</em> here. Are bikes considered heavy?" The man was still in awe that he'd just been plucked off the ground like a child by the tallest, most buff guy he'd ever seen in his life, but when he looked down at the cruiser, he saw it was a classic and not light at all. "Not as heavy as a car, but pretty damn heavy. 700 to I dunno, a thousand pounds? Maybe a little more if you deck it out. But there's no way you can pick...up...a...motorcycle like you just did." <br><br>The man couldn't believe his eyes when Pharon reached down, grabbed Brook's bike by the back and front end, and then curled it up to his chest, again without any real effort at all. After putting it down, he shrugged. "This weighs nothing compared to a dragon, I'll say that much. Not even as much as a horse if I think about it." The bodybuilder was at this point giddy with joy and nearly dropped his phone as he asked Pharon for a "selfie". He didn't know what that was, but the man explained it was a picture together, so he just said yes even though he didn't know how they were supposed to be painted together right here and now. He kneeled bent down and smiled along with the man, and nearly made a horrifying face when a sudden light blinded him. He kept his calm, and then the man showed him the picture. To his surprise, it was more vivid and detailed than any painting he'd ever seen. <br><br>After that, the man asked him what his "IG" was and that he'd tag and follow him. Pharon could only shrug, and the guy figured it was part of his whole deal, then scampered off to tell his gym buddies what he'd just seen. Brook returned soon and led him to a table, but before he sat down, he took a look at the chair and decided to not sit right away. He snapped his fingers, and a barely perceptible purple glow enveloped him for a few moments. When it faded away, he took a seat and didn't turn it into a pancake since he'd lowered his weight. This sort of thing happened so much back in Avantasia that he was happy he was blessed with gravity magic. A server came out with two ice-cold beers and he could smell the hops. It was like no beer he'd ever smelled and he very much wanted to drink, but before he did he bowed his head in Brook's direction.<br><br>&nbsp;"My thanks again for the meal and the drink." His new friend said she hoped he wasn't picky, and that if he didn't finish this meal then she'd be out on the street. That made what he did next seem insensitive, but only until he explained. He laughed loudly. That same, deep, rolling thunder of a laugh from before. Then he picked up his beer and drained it nearly as soon as it touched his lips. "Gods that's tasty. But no, I'm not picky. I grew up in the jungle so we had to eat what we could. But one of the few things I excel at...<em>is</em> eating. Your home will still be yours once I finish. How many plates do I get by the way? I'm <em>ravenous</em> and would like as much as they can possibly give me at once. I don't want to waste time waiting for more food."<br></span><br></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching reality TV got nothin' on this, son!<br><hr><br>Though she'd been busy with the bartender, the small chatter between Pharon and the dudebro still caught her attention.<br><br><em>This man is a national treasure,</em> was all she could think of when bromeo asked about his bench. She'd have to tell him not to pick her bike up in the future, the thing was fickle enough as it was, and she was worried he'd sooner or later turn it into an accordion. Nevertheless, it was food-time, and seeing how quickly one of the beers disappeared, she quickly gestured for two more to the bartender.<br><br>At least her heart could rest again when he made it clear he was all-consuming. <strong>"I'll... I'll try to negotiate, usually it's just one big one."</strong><br><br>The bartender came over with two more beers, as he put them down she put both of them over to Pharon, and watched as the profits from the challenge would turn into a big fat zero. The food came soon after. She got her plate first - Probably pretty weak-looking to Pharon, just a small pita-bread stuffed with meat and salad. She had to admit it looked a little sad as well when it was on a plate like that, normally she always got one to go. On Pharon's end it was a little different, as the bartender came over with a huge platter filled with different cuts. "Measured to 5.5lbs, 45 minutes or less and you win, best of luck."<br><br>Brook could see the fear in the man's eyes as he placed down the platter, knowing that the "unbeaten" title would soon vanquish. A massive mix of pulled pork, ribs, a mountain of fries, a few slightly sad-looking corn cobs, and a burger Brook could probably have eaten like a cake - a slice would easily be enough. Moving on, a mound of kebab-meat of different varieties, chicken wings, honestly it looked way more ridiculous up close. Still, she failed to see any doubt in Pharon's eyes. <strong>"Excuse me for a moment,"</strong> she said as she stepped aside and headed over to the bartender, a chance to save some face - That she'd double up on the challenge already before he'd started. Some coercion, and she got a uncertain agreement out of the man. She figured if she'd done it after he'd finished it, something she suspected would happen within the next 15 minutes - She really was losing her mind - the bartender would have kicked them out. It was a gamble, she doubted she could finish even one tenth of the thing.<br><br><strong>"Oh yeah, important, you lose if you share it with someone, you're on your own with this one."</strong>&nbsp;Watching the carnage, Brook was honestly losing her apatite, but she managed to get herself to start picking at her own meal with the fork, taking a few sips of beer in between. <strong>"Just think of it like... I dunno, like you're getting ready to go to war with the dragons, gonna need all the food you can get."</strong> She was trying her damndest to remember something Mickey Goldmill had said, but no matter how hard she tried, Rocky had to fight on his own on this one. <br><br><strong>"Mmh, so like,"</strong> Brook tried to get a few bites in in between, but she was getting more curious. Probably a bad thing to distract him, but she had little doubt he could finish the meal. <strong>"You said you're a dragon hunter, right? So like... Are the dragons like... Evil or something? Or is it more like a job, so you go out, hunt a few dragons, and head home for the day?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-04-2022, 02:57:11</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Parental Discretion Advised</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Brook seemed like she wanted to try and get him more food, but was nervous about the potential results. "I appreciate it, but if it's just the one plate that's fine too, as long as I can eat something." They were brought two beers after, and Brook being the lovely woman she was, slid the second over to him. He smiled wide and nodded his thanks to her, noting in his head to pay her back for all her kindnesses when he could. As he guzzled down his second beer, slower this time so he could savor the flavor, Brook received her food. It looked like an adorable snack platter to get the stomach prepared for the real meal. "That looks delicious. I hope it's not the special meal that was promised though, seems rather...<em>small</em>," he trailed off as the smell reached his nose. The actual platter of food came after the scent invaded his nostrils, and if he'd had utensils in his hands he might have crushed them because of his food lust.<br><br>&nbsp;The man who delivered the food told him that it was five and a half pounds, and he had forty-five minutes to finish to be considered a "winner". He did love to win, so even though he didn't know what victory entailed, he knew it came by slaughtering the meal in front of him. Standing up, he bowed his head to the meal in front of him, then threw his hands up high above head. "Ancient Spirits of the Mo'Sai!" His voice suddenly rose high and he punched his fists together so hard it sounded like some sort of terrifying, more violent alternative to a clap. "I dedicate my coming victory to the glory of our people! AOOO!!!" With his antics causing the people ready for the challenge to instinctively take a step back, he had enough room to do a war dance of sorts that would remind the Earth people of Maori Haka's, and finished with one last loud whoop. <br><br>The people hadn't been prepared for Pharon, but whatever his deal was, they were here for it now. Phones started coming out and people started cheering once he sat back down. Before he started, Brook needed to talk to someone so he waited patiently for her to return. "Take your time." He was examining the corn on the cob when she came back, and after she sat down she told him he'd be disqualified if he shared. He laughed loudly until he realized she was serious. "Who would share a meal such as this? I get it if someone is dying of hunger, but otherwise? This is meant to be enjoyed <em>alone</em>," he said with this look on his face that was reminiscent of a starving wolf.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he started off strong by crunching the first corn cob clean in half and chewing it like corn cobbs worked that way. The second half soon followed, and he switched to the fries. He'd never seen the delectable slices of potatoes fried in oil before but he found himself a quick fan. When the last one was gone he downed a beer and signaled for another. His savior was trying to psyche him up, and it was working. Not because he needed the encouragement, but because he truly did love killing dragons and saving people from their terror. "Woe be to the dragons I face after this feast. These foods are strange, but delicious!" She asked about his status as a Dragon Slayer. If he really was one. <br><br>He didn't stop eating, but he did nod his head vigorously while shearing the meat from multiple ribs at a time. "Dragon <em>Slayer</em>. We who have eaten the heart of a dragon and serve the King are Slayers. Dragon Hunters are brave, but foolish folk who hunt the beasts for pride and profit without the aid of our special powers." He was already making decent progress into the meal, and the voracious Slayer was only more motivated because the delicious food was begging him to sample all of it. Brook asking so many questions about the dragons cemented the thought in his head that indeed they were no longer in Avantasia. <br><br>Even the most far-flung mountain man, hermit, and country bumpkin knew the basics about dragons and what they represented. "Evil is not the right word. Evil implies some form of logic or thought behind your actions. The dragons are...pure chaos.&nbsp; Carnage, destruction and bedlam given form. Twisted, Dark Gods who hold no regard for life, taking pleasure only when they reap the souls of the innocent. All they do. All they have ever done...is harm. They burn entire villages to cinders. Kill for the sake of killing. Play with their food, but do not eat it. Dragons are the scourge of Avantasia and the world will only be a better place when every last Wrym lay dead."&nbsp; Pharon's focus was split between the food and Brook, so he was ignorant and oblivious to the viral sensation he was quickly becoming as he frightened the owners of the restaurant away from the spectacle that was their 5+lb challenge.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>23-04-2022, 03:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese | Downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br>The hissing cans didn't sit right with Sashiko. Poppy was surprised, but Sashiko's issue was with the annoying sound. Maybe it was just the high-pitch she didn't like about it. At least it didn't last long. Poppy seemed to like it quite a bit, and Sashiko was concerned with that. Already full of vim and vigor, Sashiko worried about how it would further effect Poppy. And, somewhat proven right when Poppy started poking and prodding at her to try it as well. Taking the can and sliding it closer, Sashiko shot a sharp look over at Brett. Poppy's energy mounting ever higher as the seconds passed. <em>This is your fault,</em> her glower said. Copying what the other two did before her, Sashiko slowly opens the can, not wanting to accidentally break it. The metal felt flimsy in her touch. When it opened and hissed at her, Sashiko hissed back it, a sharp little <em>Sss!</em> coming from her. "Damn thing..." Brushing her hair from ear down one of her long fringes. <br><br>Raised up to her lips, Sashiko takes a few sips, playing it around her tongue, then giving a cringe. "It's... sickly, overwhelmingly sweet. Far, far too sweet, and it burns on the tongue. That word you used, caffeine. Any relation to coffee? If so, I'd imagine this is a much... stronger sort of what coffee does. Far, far stronger." Sashiko reaches over, giving Poppy's hair a gentle stroke, down to the shoulder on the opposite side of Sashiki. She holds Poppy's shoulder, trying to keep her from bouncing out of her seat. "A dangerous drink, and yet, alcohol is a problem?" She gives a shake of her head. "I may try more of it... later. I'd rather have tea right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>24-04-2022, 05:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Friendship...?</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Rest, food and water. <em>Yeah. Duh, dude.</em> Reese had asked if Destrian needed any special care for his magical fire fighting dragon powers! Like how a fancy ass car might need a special charger to boost its batteries, or some shit. “Uh…” but before the young, spunky blonde mechanic could say anything more, Destrian threw some <em>shade</em> at her. Literal shade, from beneath his stolen motorcycle helmet. “<em>What</em>?! No! <em>Ew</em>!” Reese retorted with a glare of disgust and a scrunch of her pierced nose, “I sure as shit ain’t going to cry, <em>barf</em> maybe, Des-tri-an,” she spoke his name in three, clear syllables like she would with <em>any</em> of her five siblings when they were teasing her, despite the fact that Reese and Destrian shared no relation. And, also, the fact that unlike <em>any</em> of her siblings, he could create a terrifying fiery hellscape on a god damn whim.<br><br>But he <em>started</em> it. Now Reese had to defend herself like any good fifth child would do.<br><br>"If dragon’s can be <em>killed</em> by magic, why aren’t they <em>made</em> of magic too, huh?” Reese thunked her palm on the steering wheel of the Escalade just to prove her exasperation, as her voice became louder, “When they die, why they gotta explode all their icky, bloody, inside goop everywhere, and not, say, I <em>dunno</em>, blast shimmering gold and pretty rainbows outta their ass? If you can walk through a fucking inferno unscathed, Destrian, anything is now possible.” Though that last bit, now that she was starting to think about it, was kind of… <em>a lot</em>. If dragons — and dragon slayers — were real, what else could actually happen in Raven City? What <em>was</em> going to happen in Raven City? Reese let out a puff of air from her nostrils and dropped her shoulders, sinking down in the Driver’s seat of the Escalade and lowering her voice back down to a soft volume. “But…” she smacked her lips together, trying not to think too hard about the meaning of every dragon related thing that had happened, less her Fast and Furious adrenaline wear off. She wanted to <em>know</em>, of course, how dragon’s worked, and how magic worked but… <br><br>“Glad to know my hospitality is the lesser of two evils.”<br><br>Destrian was a bit of an Eeyore. Quiet, almost painfully so, and rather moody, maybe even borderline depressed. But no one in the One Hundred Acre Woods ever shunned Eeyore, or expected him to be anything he wasn’t. They always accepted him, and invited him to all their forest tea parties, as is. “I have lots of places to rest at my place… And food, and water.” She was trying her best to make their situation less awkward, and more... friendly. “I also have more helmets that you like,” Reese nodded up towards the motorcycle helmet that was currently covering his boney face, “And headphones. I have a feeling you’re really going to like noise canceling headphones. I’ll explain those later. Jake is going to be a snot when we get back, by the way.” She swallowed, now knowing how Destrian felt about the teenager. At this particular moment in time, Reese felt very much the <em>same</em>. Jake’s ‘yeah whatever’ had not reassured her. Jake would not keep the appearance of dragon’s on the down low, not even for Destrian’s sake. And, she figured, he was going to ask a shit ton of annoying, prying questions about what <em>actually</em> happened between Reese, Destrian and the motherfucking red dead dragon and Reese did <em>not</em> like lying.<br><br>“Do you want to come in the garage when we get back? I can help you avoid Jake, if you’d rather. He’s major panicking, which admittedly is making his usual Teenager even worse.” She then wondered what teenagers were like where Destrian was from.... Wherever that was, again.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>25-04-2022, 05:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socializing<br><hr>“Not always,” Brett replied to Poppy’s question. “By the way, the police don’t make the law. They enforce it.”<br><br>He didn’t want to start talking government. It would ruin dinner. “It’s not a potion. It’s a drink with lots of sugar.”<br><br>After sampling it, Poppy seemed to go ecstatic. Brett was leisurely sipping more from his can, when he paused with it against his lips upon seeing Sashiko’s annoyed look. His blue eyes rolled over to the fairy, watching her seconds from exploding with energy. Lowering the can, he frowned and grumbled, “How was I supposed to know?”<br><br>When it was Sashiko’s turn to try the soda, he flinched in surprise when she hissed back at the can. “It does that because it’s releasing gas,” he informed. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t for everyone. His eyes flicked over to Poppy as he thought, even if she did like it, he was going to regulate what she drinks. He couldn’t trust her with sugar.<br><br>“We have coffee here, and no, I can’t agree. Unless the coffee from your realm is weak, the coffee here is much stronger.”<br><br>“Soda hasn’t caused anywhere near as much crime as alcohol.”<br><br>“It’s going to be a while until we get our food. Poppy has told me some things—about how you guys got here and about the other Dragon Slayers…” Brett stared thoughtfully at the tabletop. He tried not to darken the mood with talk about dragons, the war, and their lost home and friends—<em>tried</em>. “I uh…I told Poppy that before you two arrived, Earth was pretty boring. There’s no magic or dragons here. You guys are a fairytale told in stories. Wars are waged between nations and terrorists. There could be a war right now and you won’t really be affected by it. All you do is…” He held up a finger. “Get an education…” then another finger, “and then you get a job. If you got those two things, you work until you can’t no more, storing away money so that when you’re too old to work you can retire. You have to work to make your life interesting. There are some people who dream of having powers like yours, and they may not be the right people.”<br><br>He glanced up thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I think our world was fine not having a superman, but seeing as the dragons are here, I’m glad you guys are here to get rid of them.”<br><br>He smiled and raised his can in cheers to them.<br><br>“If you guys wind up sticking around for some time, we’re gonna need to talk about finding you two jobs.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>25-04-2022, 05:51:59</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> His Dragon Slayer Armor and a motorcycle helmet<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 1000<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Warehouse District to Rust and Ruckus, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dealing with problems<br><hr>Destrian turned his head to stare at Reese as she went on a rant about how <em>little</em> she knew about dragons. His brows slowly converged as though she were spouting calculus. He…he couldn’t even imagine why the hell she would think any of that would be logical.<br><br>“Dragons are evil gods…they have organs and blood like all living things,” he explained as though it was common knowledge. “We Dragon Slayers eat their hearts and inherit their power. I can walk through fire because I ate the heart of a fire god.”<br><br>Logic. Boom. To Destrian, it was plain and simple. He didn’t know what she was talking about—gold; rainbows—he continued to stare at her just as an extra precaution to see if she had been drinking or smoking herb. After a moment, his attention returned to the windows, sweeping his surroundings for more dragons.<br><br>“Do you have any fireproof ones?” Destrian asked when she informed him about her helmet collection. Without looking at her, he asked, “What are headphones?” She then said she’d explain them later.<br><br>“He is a boy,” Destrian reasoned as though he hadn’t been moaning and groaning about his existence some time ago. He narrowed his eyes when she tried to spare him from the teenager, but he felt the encounter with him was inevitable.<br><br>“I will deal with Jake.” He made the declaration similar to how one dealt with a nemesis.<br><br>When they returned to Rust and Ruckus, Jake launched from the garage like a child about ready to enter traffic. His mouth was already running, and they couldn’t hear it, only see it moving rapidly through the glass.<br><br>“Stop the carriage,” Destrian ordered. He waited for her to comply before he opened the passenger side door and Jake’s panicky voice flooded in.<br><br>“I am so glad you guys are back! Montgomery is here! I didn’t tell him shit, but he’s wondering why the Escalade is gone. I managed to clean up the place so he wouldn’t suspect too much. I don’t know though; I think he’s still suspicious…”<br><br>Destrian slid out and closed the door. Jake noticed the Dragon Slayer’s headgear with a bemused frown. “Dragon Dude, where did you get the helmet?”<br><br>Destrian wrapped an arm around Jake’s torso, drawing him against his side, before easily picking him up and hauling him away. “Where are you taking me? Reese! I’m being kidnapped!”<br><br>The Dragon Slayer placed a hand over the teen’s mouth as he carried him away from the garage. He had to get him to calm down. Oddly, he was reminded of Poppy. She and Jake were both equally annoying. Because of her existence, he had experience handling annoyances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>25-04-2022, 22:58:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching reality TV got nothin' on this, son!<br><hr><br>Pretty much everyone in the room could see Brook's second-hand embarrassment. She had a strong suspicion everyone but Pharon could. That said, she was eating and drinking for free, so she couldn't say she cared that much. Most of the cameras were focused on him anyway, she just hoped she managed to get out of most of the shots. Nevertheless, she was growing more faithful he'd lick the platter clean when she watched him pretty much halve the entire corn-cob, core and all.<br><br>Brook hadn't thought much of her word-choice, but realized after his explanation that it was probably a little offensive. She'd have to remember that. Just the fact that her mind had retuned from "Card-game nerd lol" to "I guess I have to treat this semi-seriously" was frankly baffling to her, but she nonetheless listened along as he talked about the difference between slayers and hunters.<br><br>As she thought back to her meaningless extra print at the city archives (tree murder, senseless evil) and pushed around some of the salad in the kebab to try to get to the meat (played with her food), she realized she probably had more in common with these dragons than she probably wanted Pharon to realize. <br><br><strong>"Uhuh... So you hun- <em>slayers</em>, sorry - You slayers are like... Knights to a king, and you eat the dragons' hearts to gain magical powers."</strong> She was mostly recapping it to herself, it was a lot to take in. She didn't want to imagine how he felt - Then again he did seem like the type who just went with the flow. <strong>"There aren't many kings left here... Well, we do have a president, I guess that's kind of like a king?"</strong> It definitely wasn't, but whatever made him happy she figured. <strong>"He's kind of like... A king decided by the people?"</strong>&nbsp;Or by multi-billion corporations, mostly the latter.<br><br>There was widespread amazement as Pharon finished the platter at roughly the same amount of time that it took Brook to finish the small kebab, to widespread cheering. Though Brook wasn't sure what she'd expected, she hadn't thought the barkeep would come up, no platter or anything. Instead, he came up to her, leaned in and told her to "get the fuck out and never come back." Some customer service. Though, he at least gave the prize money, minus the cost for her meal and drinks. Tt was enough to go out and eat one more time at least, if she could find a half-decent buffet. He did at the least take the traditional trophy picture. <br><br>Brook had a creeping suspicion it would end up on a bathroom wall, right above the urinals.<br><br>Her second beer, Brook pushed over to Pharon's side, she couldn't drink it nearly as quick as he had, she'd mostly banked on actually getting that second platter. Then, she chugged the rest of her mostly untouched beer, leaving the glass on the table.<br><br><strong>"Uhh, they ran out of food for the platter, sorry. Let's save the rest for another time, I need to get some sleep soon. Think you could help push the motorcycle a bit more?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>28-04-2022, 19:27:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Soda rush<br><hr><br>The bubbly sugar teased at her senses in a way that no other sampling had ever, the fae certainly taking an obsessive liking to such much like the bubble gum Brett had introduced her to previously. Who knew this world could create such things and actually sell them so casually! In fact Poppy had been fairly certain in the beginning her pink wad of sugar had been a delicacy fit for a king, although the mortal had informed her more than a few times that was not the case. Happily humming as she took another eager sip, the sudsy nectar made her feel decades younger, although her caffeine high certainly was a matter of a different kind entirely.<br><br>Sashiko’s polished and poised reaction made Poppy giggle some, even not as pleased her fellow slayer seemed far more practiced even in unknown arts. The pet across her wild mane of her ponytail to her shoulder did little but make the fae hiccup and playfully nudge against her hand, trying to keep her energy from being too much, although she felt she could take on an entire horde and was willing to do so right at this moment. With their supper in the works Poppy was excited to have further conversations of the world they had found themselves within, Brett’s explanation of wars being fought without the general population affected making the fae raise a brow as she paused in her bouncing to raise a slender brow. ”Are there not those whom fight for those unable? You speak of crime and violence, although not like our own, but how does one live knowing others are in woe?” Poppy mused against the rim of her soda, sipping slower now as the conversation shifted to a more serious tone.<br><br>Although education and working was known in their realm, the way of the glen that was her own certainly had no use for such. Being a dragon slayer was her only occupation one could say, but aside from quests the concept went over the red head’s head. ”Does one only have two such options? What of adventure?” Poppy cooed, the raise of Brett’s cheer not lost on the slayer as she happily mimicked such with a giggle. As amusing as it all was though, the thought of actually getting a job should they remain here for longer did make Poppy quite curious.<br><br>”What such jobs could we actually acquire here? Are there different classes, perhaps sword play or botany?”Poppy mused tapping the center of her lips with the can, her bouncing soon resuming.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>29-04-2022, 23:21:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 11:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District (Leaving for "Lunch")<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Destrian, Jake, Montgomery, Rusty (M), Cecelia (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ew, Destrian! I have three brother's already!</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Dragon Slayer spoke <em>so</em> low and seriously about mythical, gutsy dragons it was hard to tell if he was still teasing Reese. “<em>Ew</em>, Destrian!” the mechanic squealed and squirmed in disbelief in the Driver’s seat and had to roll her window down in order to hold her blue raspberry slurpy inside her stomach, “not a literal bloody, beating heart, you so did not! Jesus fuck.” She was trying real hard <em>not</em> to puke in the customer’s Escalade, not when she was so damn close to returning it to her workplace in one god damn piece, and Destrian was making it hella difficult. <em>Fuck, he was just like her older siblings.</em> But… <br><br>Evil gods? Dragons were evil gods? Seriously? Is that what Destrian had said just now? What… <em>What did that even mean?</em> Especially here, like on Earth and Raven City and shit? The mechanic puffed out her cheeks as Rust and Ruckus came into view, thankfully still in one piece too. And there, of course, was <em>Jake</em>. “I’ll… try to make you a fireproof helmet…” the young woman breathed softly as Jake panicked his way towards them already, god dammit, and Destrian asked her to stop the carriage.<br><br>  Er, <em>car</em>. The car. This time, and maybe this time only, Reese obeyed without protest, keeping her grey eye’s on Jake as Destrian exited the vehicle and immediately intercepted the teenager. “A six!,” the mechanic called through her still open window to the alarmed and silenced kid as he was hauled off by the Dragon Slayer, “Be a cool and optimistic six, Jake!” Destrian wasn’t <em>actually</em> kidnapping him, Reese thought as she turned the Escalade back into its temporary stall at Rust and Ruckus. Sure, Reese had <em>technically</em> kidnapped Destrian, but Destrian was a good person, a good <em>magical</em> person, he was just a butt about blood and guts and stuff like her older siblings. Besides she needed to…  <br><br>“Yo! Test drive gets a checkmark!” Reese said to Montgomery through her window, whilst drumming her fingers on the side of the Driver’s door. “Believe it or not,” she finally hopped out of the customer’s car, “Jakey did a good job, even if he wasn’t supposed to do it without your supervision.” <br><br>“Yeh. Put all m’stuff in weird ass places th’ogh,” Montgomery’s bald head was turned down towards the boxes of tools stacked about the stall. When he did look up at Reese, his handle bar mustache was freshly combed, and made him look like a youthful 40-something.   <br><br>“Uh, yeah,” Reese agreed and ran a nervous hand through her platinum curls and looked around. <em>No dragons.</em> No other signs of trouble either, <em>finally</em>, thank fuck. “Uh…” was she supposed to ask Montgomery if he’d encountered any dragons this morning too, on his way to work? Hell, maybe he’d met another Dragon Slayer? But the man just turned back to rearranging his equipment how he liked, which was, admittedly, in a fucking <em>messy</em> pile. Montgomery was, technically, <em>second</em> in command of Rust and Ruckus. Their boss, Rusty himself, was off fishing with Cecelia (https://media-be.chewy.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/02102459/Cane-Corso_Featured-Image-1024x615.jpg) — his beloved Mastiff, who was often mistaken in conversation for his wife. And with that in mind, Reese figured she had something else to ask him. Another problem to solve. She needed a reason for Destrian to stick around, and not just because he was her... er, roommate.<br><br>  “Say, could I bring in a… <em>welder</em> of sorts?” Destrian fixed the Escalade, and she was curious to see what <em>else</em> his flame could do. How it worked, when it wasn’t… er, blasting the shit outta motherfucking dragons. “Not like a full apprentice, I’m too…” she was gonna say young or cool, but seeing Montgomery’s look made her shift her words, “Wild, <em>wilder</em>, ha, for another Jakob-type. But I was thinkin’ he could help me fix up the company tow truck after that wreck we had with that fucking idiot on Marsh and Florence last week? Paying him minimum would be hella cheaper than hiring some specialty repair dudes to swing by and Rusty loves to save a few Ravens.” The fact that Rusty loved to save a few Ravens was why Reece had been mechanic of the month six months in a row. That, and she was a damn goddess at fixing cars. She dug the particular wrench Montgomery was looking for outta a shelf where Jake had mis-placed it and handed it to the mustached man. “My welder, my idea, and my responsibility if it goes sideways, promise, you just have to help me put him on the company books.”<br><br>  Montgomery took his prized wrench. Then he shrugged, which was a classic Montgomery approval. <br><br>“Sweet, and M,” Reese turned back to him as she swaggered her way out of the garage with a successful smile on her lips, “I’m going for lunch early today.”<br><br>Now she just had to find Destrian and make sure Jake wasn’t in anymore trouble. And figure out what the hell Dragon Slayers ate. Besides — ew, Destrian — bloody dragon organs. Or maybe they wouldn't eat at all. Maybe they'd just blow more shit up and get into the fun kind of trouble. Honestly, Reese was fine with that, as long as it wasn't... gross.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>02-05-2022, 23:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese | Downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br>"I believe that Brett may be speaking of... Peon work. What the peasants of the realms tended to, toiling in fields and working..." Sashiko said to Poppy with a sneer. "Such debasing work is not befitting. Immortality, power, it puts us above that sort of work. There must be another way... Maybe something to do with the dragons that have followed us through the portal." Sashiko crosses one arm across her chest, her other on the table, tapping it with a finger in thought. "There has to be <em>some</em> benefit for us slaying dragons here. Like in the park?" Sashiko offered. In the last world, the threat of dragons could stop peasants from going about their duties or lead to other death and destruction. The dragons in the park where killing other people... surely if people knew who had done it, they would be rewarded?<br><br>Sashiko's thoughts are broken briefly, and she looks over her shoulder. "... The food is taking a long time to arrive. Even common houses aren't this slow." Giving a brief moody look towards the kitchen, and in general at the waiters working. Food service she was used to was far faster, as soon as she asked for it, it was being delivered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-05-2022, 19:22:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Poppy, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Food is here!<br><hr>Brett meditated for a few seconds on Poppy’s question. “You just do,” he answered. “We have people who fight for our country, and it is because of their sacrifice that we can eat, sleep, and work without a care in the world. It’s voluntary in our world and people sign up to do it.” He then added a disclaimer. “I’m not trying to sound ungrateful by the way. I am just stating how it is here.”<br><br>His soda hovered before his lips as he continued to stare in contemplation. “Adventure, I guess, is what you make of it. I can barely afford rent. Not many can afford adventures. There’s nothing interesting about wandering the country, hoping to survive off luck. If you want to travel to interesting places, it’s easier to just have money and pay for it.”<br><br>He sipped his drink and lowered it. He gave Poppy a scrutinizing gaze before his eyes shifted to Sashiko. “I think you would do well in botany Poppy. People like flowers, and they also like buying groceries. You could be a Florist or a Grocer.”<br><br>He hadn’t had a chance to share his thoughts about Sashiko when she shared her own thoughts about the matter. <em>Peon work!</em> Brett frowned. The Dragon Slayer’s power certainly went to her head. Then again, if he possessed such power, he would have probably felt the same way.<br><br>“People are going to find out about the dragons soon, and for your safety, I think it’s best that you guys don’t reveal just yet that you can take them down. We need to see how the government is going to handle it. If they can kill the dragons, then you guys don’t have anything to worry about. You all could just focus on going home. If they can’t kill the dragons…” He fell silent as concern hardened on his face. He had just met them, and he was already scared for them. Strange things tended to disappear. The government liked to keep supernatural things quiet whether they existed or not. He still wasn’t sure if aliens were real, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever find out. But there were Dragon Slayers here, and if the government learned that they existed, they would probably disappear. “We’ll worry about that when that time comes. You guys just need to keep a low profile.”<br><br>Sashiko’s grumbling made Brett smile in amusement. “Someone’s <em>hangry</em>,” he said.<br><br>“We had to order what we wanted. Sometimes, they make the meal fresh. It’s not always premade. That could ruin flavor and texture. Don’t worry though; it’ll be worth the wait when it’s ready,” he reassured them. He wondered if they should have ordered an appetizer. With how large the portions were, and Brett just not knowing how much Dragon Slayers could eat, he was careful not to order too much food.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, a waiter arrived with a cart and parked it next to their table. Platters of fried rice, stir fried meats and vegetables, steamed buns, fried noodles, and other dishes were set upon the Lazy Susan. Brett’s eyes grew at the portion sizes of all the food. He thought he had been careful about ordering, but there was so much food. He couldn’t believe it.<br><br><em>Shit, we ordered too much,</em> he thought. At least it wasn’t too expensive.<br><br>“Do you need anything else?” the waiter asked.<br><br>“Yeah, can we get a refill on drinks please?” Brett requested. He then glanced at Poppy. “Just water for her.”<br><br>He was certain Sashiko was satisfied with her tea. Once the waiter retreated to fulfill his request, Brett sighed and apologized, “I didn’t mean to order too much. Whatever you guys don’t finish, we can just take in a box to go. Maybe you can eat it for lunch tomorrow.”<br><br><div align="center">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/aea609b367e4eb82cdef38c9571b8811/8b44106a9a62ecc5-91/s540x810/92f5ee0e1fe828bf2a027c97e7e21c10f86b61aa.gifv) (https://64.media.tumblr.com/31c36948c67a9e2db6127aede0dacbf5/864b25a464d03695-3a/s500x750/5538dba849fb599ab6d4304d3f40dabb28082b12.gifv)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-05-2022, 20:42:33</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> His Dragon Slayer Armor and a motorcycle helmet<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, 1000<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District, Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Jake<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dragons to Zombies<br><hr>Destrian had found the main building and released Jake in the lobby. Jake stumbled as he fled away from him, and then whipped around to stare at the helmet-wearing Dragon Slayer with indignation.<br><br>“What gives? I thought we were bros!” Jake growled.<br><br>If it wasn’t for the helmet, Jake would have seen a blank stare on Destrian’s face. Bros…brothers? They had just met. How could anyone find such a farfetched association rational? “I am not your brother,” he replied coldly.<br><br>The teenager looked upset, which made Destrian frown in confusion. “Yeah, I know that, but I thought we bonded over fixing the Escalade. You leave with Reese and come back with some stupid helmet, and now you’re treating me like some annoying kid.”<br><br>Destrian closed his eyes and silently groaned internally. <em>He was an annoying kid.</em> Reese had nothing to do with it. The Dragon Slayer wasn’t used to dealing with such petty drama. It was in situations like this where he relished the idea of being alone. He was so thankful to be wearing the helmet. He didn’t even bother responding to Jake.<br><br>“Is she giving you a place to stay?”<br><br>“Yes.”<br><br>“Well, that’s good. And hey, what happened to that dragon? Did you kill it?”<br><br>Destrian opened his eyes and gazed over at one of the waiting chairs. He approached one and sat down, resting his forearms upon his thighs. He realized that he wasn’t just tired of talking to Jake, but he was still tired from…<em>everything</em>. He hadn’t quite stopped since he was transported to Earth, and his fire was running low.<br><br>Jake noticed how Destrian was resting and figured he was probably exhausted. The teen turned toward a drink machine and decided to purchase two energy drinks. The thunk of the soda cans dropping into the retrieval bin drew Destrian’s attention. He watched Jake retrieve the drinks and approach him, holding one out to him.<br><br>“When I feel tired, I drink a <em>Boom</em>. This might help you out,” he explained.<br><br>Destrian curiously took the can from the boy and stared at the bright color print. It was a flimsy, steel canister…Jake’s drink hissed as he opened it, mildly startling the Dragon Slayer. He watched the apprentice crack it open further using the clip, and then take a few gulps from the hissing drink as though it were water.<br><br>Destrian’s attention returned to the can. It hadn’t been poisoned…and it didn’t seem to harm Jake any. He never had a drink that hissed like a snake. He copied Jake, pressing the tip of his finger against the clip and lifting it. He continued to lift it through its angry hissing until it cracked open, exuding a fruity breath. With his free hand, Destrian grasped the helmet visor and lifted it so he could better gaze into the mouth of the drink. His nostrils wiggled some at the sweet smell it breathed, and then he heard a whimper.<br><br>The Dragon Slayer’s bronze eyes rose to gaze upon Jake who was staring back at him as white as a sheet. The boy started to slowly back away, and Destrian scowled, his hackles raising like a beast. Had a dragon managed to sneak behind him? The knight quickly rose and whirled only to find a cement wall behind him. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he gazed at Jake once more to see the teenager was gazing at <em>him</em> in terror. Because Reese hadn’t reacted in such a manner, he had forgotten about his face.<br><br>“You’re…you’re infected,” Jake whimpered. He had seen that mutation before. It was in every zombie movie and video game, and he hadn’t expected to see it in a dragon situation. He was going to turn soon. Maybe become a dragon and kill them all. He had to tell Reese! Jake fled the main office and screamed as though alerting the world, “He’s infected!”<br><br>Destrian could only stare in shock at Jake’s reaction. He had had many people find his face horrifying in the past, but he had never heard someone scream about…some sort of infectious disease. The knight set the drink upon the counter, closed his visor, and returned to his seat. He had let his guard down, hoping that in an entirely different dimension he would have had some chance at normalcy, but he was still a monster. He had tried to keep Jake occupied for Reese, but after seeing him run out in terror, he hadn’t felt like chasing him. That would have probably made things worse.<br><br>Jake was racing toward the stalls where he last saw Reese. “Reese! His face! Infection! (he was out of breath)”<br><br>That had explained the motorcycle helmet. He must have lost his scarf and used the helmet to hide his infection from them!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-05-2022, 02:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/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> &nbsp;Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brett, Sashiko<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fooooooddd~<br><hr><br><br>Listening to Brett’s explanation did brighten Poppy’s once concerned expression of those unwilling to stand up for those who could not, that those rose to the occasion did so willingly. Perhaps such soldiers were not far from even themselves, protectors of their little realm to do battle against forces that baffled the fae, though clearly such were not as disastrous like dragons. Leaning forward in her chair to bring her soda to her lips and take another hearty sip, the red head raised a brow towards Sashiko’s clear displeasure of finding jobs as other mortals had, expressive eyes flickering as she wrinkled her nose playfully. ”Oh come now Shiko! It sounds to me that this may be an opportunity to learn of this world!”Poppy professed with a giggle, her nearly empty can balancing on the tip of her finger as the fae hummed. Even Brett was giving suggestions that seemed wildly appealing, as the thought of using her own natural gift of nature tickled Poppy to pieces as her eyes widened in excitement. <br><br>”A florist? That does sound utterly delightful!~” Poppy declared with a breathy coo, squirming in her seat as the can of coke tipped back to finish it off with a grin. <br><br>The back and forth of their conversation quelled some of Poppy’s energy enough to give her own thoughts on the matters, Sashiko pride as a dragon slayer admirable, though Brett’s point of laying low was perhaps safer. After all they still had to find the rest of their friends, and with the possibility of forces interfering with such would only make it much more difficult. ”With your guidance Brett I do believe that we may keep this low profile as you wish for us, we do not wish to cause more trouble than I am sure we have thus far. Right Shiko?” Giving the slayer a light nudge with her elbow, Poppy flashed a wink to Sashiko, that for the moment she merely wished to enjoy themselves and the rest of the night.<br><br>Though perhaps Sashiko’s mood was more stern due to being hungry, Brett’s teasing tone making the fae snicker softly to herself as she moved to sit cross legged in her chair. ”Mhm I can hardly wait….I am beyond famished I could just wither away.”Poppy lamented dramatically, falling slightly to lean her head against Sashiko’s shoulder as she flailed slightly with a sigh. True she had been far hungrier times before, but with so much new information, battles, along with the learning curve they now faced, food was a constant that could erase some of that fatigue. Although Brett being concerned with the trio unable to finish their meal however did make her features take on a slightly feline one, the wry little smile teasing her lips as she hummed. ”Oh I assure you I doubt such would be needed~”<br><br>Once the food arrived however any other thought of dragons, of jobs, or even the once saddened fate of alcohol, left Poppy’s mind, her mouth dropping as she nearly drooled at the delectable wonders soon spreading across the table top. It was unlike anything she had even seen, much less smelled, as the fae could feel herself nearly bouncing as she quickly sat upright once more to stare in awe. Brett’s decision, a wise one, for her to get a water however did make Poppy flash a pout his way, nearly protesting before a plump pork bun caught her eye that sapped away any thought. <br><br>”This looks so delicious!” Poppy cooed, the once eyed bun quickly snatched up as she gave it another small sniff before taking a bite. The explosion of flavor left the fae nearly fainting, the soft moan of delight vibrating from her very being as she swallowed with a coo.<br><br>”Oh my Gaia….”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>17-05-2022, 07:22:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Image <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Peach Chinese | Downtown | Raven city<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poppy, Brett<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr> <br><br>If laying low was the concern, Sashiko didn't quite know how getting a job, peasant work, would help her stay hidden. There was almost no way she would go unnoticed for long, not with the ears and tail. She hasn't seen anyone at all like her in this world so far. "I might learn something... but, I likely won't keep hidden well at all. I stick out" Sashiko said bluntly. Trying to stay hidden was one thing, but changing herself to do it, she wasn't sure which was worse. That, or getting a peasants job. At least Poppy seemed excited about finding work. Something that suited her interests, and Brett seemed to speak as if those were jobs that already existed. Sashiko wasn't left fussing or grumbling over it for too much longer, at least. The food was arriving, and finally, she could sate that grumbly pit in her stomach. <br><br>It did bring a sparkle to her purple eyes when the food arrived. Nearly the whole table filled with trays, platters and a grand assortment of food. Quite a few dishes were ones that Sashiko did in fact recognize from her home village's cooking. That made her smile slightly. With a begrudging tone that waned even as she spoke, Sashiko says "Perhaps the wait was worth it, if by smell and looks alone..."<br><br>Look and smell wasn't everything. Sashiko had to reserve her judgement. Quite a few dishes she had in the Kingdoms were easy on the eyes, and hard on her stomach. She was able to pick out her main dish from the vast array on the table, bringing the deep bowl infront of her spot at the table. It took a few tries to get the muscle memory back, but Sashiko was quick to pick back up on the chopsticks again. The Kingdoms didn't use them, it was all forks, spoons and knifes. "So many spoons..." Sashiko sighed, and shook her head. She wouldn't miss everything about Knightly living. Starting in with a few taste-tests on her beef and vegetables, and Sashiko was quite pleased. It mostly showed in her eyes... And how she dug right in, going hungrily at her stir fry dish, and grabbing some of the other food around her. "It's great!" Sashiko said, between eagerly eating her food. The pace she was going at, no signs of slowing, it may seem to Brett that maybe they didn't order <em>enough</em> food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-05-2022, 19:39:43</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> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Parental Discretion Advised</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Inbetween savaging his meal, Pharon would take the time to answer his savior. He didn't know the challenge was timed, but at the rate he was going it didn't really matter much, so he could take a few seconds here and there to fill her in. "That is <em>exactly</em> it. We are the King's personal Knights, as well as the first and last line of defense against the Dragons. We slay them so they will leave our homes be, but if they come for us there...we slay them all the same. Also that's correct, a Dragon's Heart is capable of bestowing the one who eats it with immense, inhuman power and abilities. It's our only way to combat death on wings." Another portion of his meal disappeared after he stopped talking, only to pause and guzzle down all his drink and request another. <br><br>"There are many who would proclaim themselves "King" in my lands. Men and Women both with crowns and land and soldiers and wealth. But it all pails in comparison to our King. If they call themselves King, then he would be Emperor." He pondered the word "President" for a moment, but then realization crashed into him and he slammed his fist into his palm hard enough to cave a man's skull in. "I know that word! A leader with great, but limited power within an organization or group of people. My tribe has long since lived in proximity to the Free Union of Orkolus. They have no King, but <em>elect</em> a leader, and then there are checks and balances to his power to make sure he does not abuse it. It works differently from the Kingdom, but very similar to my people's way of doing things." <br><br>After that final back and forth, Pharon gobbled away the rest of his platter and whooped loudly after literally licking the plate clean of every last crumb, morsel, and bit of grease on the surface. He wanted more, but Brooke sheepishly told him they'd run out of food. He wasn't surprised as this sort of thing had happened before, so he decided to win with grace. "I AM FULL!!!...<em>enough</em>," he shouted to the crowd, only letting the last part slip out because his hunger was beyond mortal understanding. <br><br>He was then asked to take a picture, and as he posed for it, the bright flash caused his glittering purple eyes to dilate widely in the frame. "It's not your fault they ran out of food, as I said, I've eaten enough to get my by for now. Come, show me the way." He picked up her second beer with a nod of thanks and skulled the entire thing with a single mighty upside down pour, then slammed it back on the table and walked away with her towards her motorcycle. It was even easier to move now that he had food in his stomach, and with a look that said "lead the way", he began pushing the bike alongside Brooke toward her home. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2022, 23:48:41</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi5mODA0MDQuUjAwLjA/d-day-stencil.regular.webp)<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>New IC Time Frame:</strong> <br><br>10-16 April 2050</span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>14-06-2022, 02:56:43</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> 10 April 2050, 10-ish AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Down-town Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to shop<br><hr> <br>While he was by no means a liege-lord or their king, Sashiko still felt beholden to help out Brett, the more and more she learned about the world they inhabited. And today this meant going along out with Pharon to go shopping for groceries. This was work made for peasants, castle serfs, and squires... And in this world, it was work for everyone. Anyone who wanted food, they had to go get it themselves. Even the city guard, even the obscenely rich, unless they hired a servant. Since they were all under Brett's roof, they were obliged to help with all the chores. They were sent out the door with directions loaded on to the phone Sashiko was still learning more about, day by day, and a list of things to buy. Since Pharon was the chef, he was the one in charge of that part of the mission. Sashiko's culinary expertise extended only so far as critiquing food. <br><br>Stepping out the door, out of Brett's apartment complex, and on to the streets of Raven City. Sashiko pulls her phone out of her sweater pocket, giving it a deft twirl around so it was sitting in her palm correctly. A little tap, and the magic device came to life, the information mechanisms showing over a background of three smiling ladies. Poppy, Olena and Sashiko herself, the picture taken earlier at the restaurant Pharon worked at. She had to ask for help to get that set, but, she liked having the nice picture at her hands any time. <br><br>"Right, uhm." Sashiko looked left and right down the busy sidewalk. Normally someone lingering on the sidewalk was likely to cause a collision, hurried people blind to their surroundings just bumping in to those not going with the flow. Pharon had a rather intimidating presence, like a rock in a river parting the current. Sashiko did as well, though, not nearly to the same degree as her fellow shadow-dragon. She consulted her phone's cartographer-magic. "This way, for several... blocks, as they're called," Sashiko pointed off in the direction they needed to travel. "Hm... How's... work been, Pharon?" She asked, looking over-and-up to him while they walked, in a well-practiced motion. As tall as Sashiko was, her fellow was a giant, after all. Sashiko herself has still been struggling to find something she wanted to do, to help with their coin-concerns.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-06-2022, 16:45:26</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> Pictured(Dragon Slayer Armor underneath) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050, 10-ishAM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Staying with Brett had been strange because this was a strange place, but he was underneath his gruff exterior, a kind and honorable man. Also, Pharon got to stay with his Slayer family, which eased his heart, as his kind weren't usually solitary by nature. Also since they were living under his roof and eating his food, it only made sense that they went to buy more of it for all of them. He had gotten used to people getting food for <em>him</em> since his induction into the Dragon Slayers, but he came from a tribe where this was beyond ordinary. And aside from trading with other tribes, settlements, and villages, all food had to be sourced from nature through hunting, farming, or gathering.<br><br>So to find out that he could use money to go to a store and just buy everything they needed, was terrific. They had stores back home, but a general store was nothing close to the splendor of a grocery store with <em>air conditioning</em>. Pharon loved to cook, and he was great at it, so he had taken the official role as "House Chef" and now cooked for everyone in Brett's home as well as at Catty-Wampus. This, as well as his size, was the reason he was sent to the store alongside his lovely fellow slayer Sashiko. His phone was still in his pocket because he know if he pulled it out, he'd get stuck playing games again. And that was bad for everybody else involved if a Goliath was walking around without paying attention to where he was going. He looked down at Sashi's phone and saw the picture of the three female Slayers and showed off his pointy, pearly whites when he looked at it. <br><br>"The three most beautiful women in the Kingdom," he said genuinely when he saw their smiling faces. "I want to be in the next portrait. I'll even sit on the ground if I have to." After studying the phone for direction, she told him they had to go several <em>blocks</em>...how did those compare to leagues he wondered? "Let us go, then. The faster we return, the faster I can whip us up something delicious." As they walked, he looked down at the people around them who were either too absorbed into their own phones and lives to notice anyone else, or the ones who were all too interested in his stature and Sashiko's...<em>everything</em>. People thought Goliath's were simple, but Pharon certainly was not. <br><br>He knew how unbelievably gorgeous Sashiko was and was honestly surprised men and women weren't walking up to her every few moments confessing their undying love for the purple Fox Lady. He took a deep breath when she asked how work was, cradling his hands together behind his head as they got closer to their destination. "It's been good, really good. I get paid well. I cook all day, get to learn new recipes. People love my food, they ask for pictures or for me to hold them over my head. And if somebody gets too rowdy, Oslow lets me <em>deal</em> with them." He looked down at her while he spoke, and he couldn't help but notice her in thought. "What about you? Have you found something yet? You're incredibly skilled and I know you could find a job that fits you. So do you have anything in mind?"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>17-06-2022, 20:54:08</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> Grown Woman Cute (https://www.wendyslookbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Trench-Two-Ways-3-550x824@2x.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 10, 2050 | 10:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's loft<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Dek, Reese<br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning for food shopping<br><hr><br>The water dragon was starting to grow more comfortable in her new life in a new place. With daily research and heavy observations, Olena found it a little easier to blend into her surroundings. When she wasn't battling dragons that entered the rift she was doing her best to keep up with the nuances of everyday, human, life. She had made a little space for herself away from the others and purchased a futon that she was able to fold and unfold as she needed. Helped keep the place tidy even with the four living in such a cramped space. She made due and never complained. <br><br>It was just a little late in the morning when she was assessing the stock in the kitchen, fridge, and cabinets. Quickly, writing down the things they were low on and the things they might need on a piece of paper. Reese wasn't much of a cook nor was the other two though she was sure Dek could wipe up something. She took it upon herself to do the cooking otherwise she felt she never had the balance meals her body deserved and a nutritious meal was better for the mind as well as the soul. She had learned a lot about the different cultures and how they prepared food and it was often oversized and too much for her to handle. After she finished her inventory assessment she looked up and out into the living space. <br><br>"Is there anything specific anyone wishes to eat tonight? Reese and I are planning on going shopping. If you don't pick, I'll pick for you." Olena said giving them options while making sure they weren't going to waste her time either. If they didn't object then they couldn't complain with whatever she needed to make for them that evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>17-06-2022, 21:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> Black hoodie, yellow and white basketball shorts, a red arm sleeve, and video game headphones<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050, 1000<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's Loft<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena and Pharon (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing Monster Slayer<br><hr>Destrian was seated before a TV set, wearing white and yellow basketball shorts that stopped at his knees above his tan, battle-scarred calves. He wore a black hoodie with no sleeves. A red mesh arm sleeve was drawn up over the scar tissue of his right arm, molding to the bulging curves of his muscles. The hood was drawn up over his head and cup headphones were over his ears. A game controller was in his hand as he played a game that reminded him of dragon slaying called <strong>Monster Slayer.</strong> Currently, a character that he customized to resemble himself (without his afflictions) was on screen, wielding a ridiculously large sword. Destrian was scrolling through his loadout, equipping special armors for fighting the next menace.<br><br><strong>Is there anything specific anyone wishes to eat tonight?...</strong><br><br>Destrian’s hazelnut eyes shifted to where he thought he heard Olena’s voice. He released the controller to grasp one of his ear cups and motion it back.<br><br><strong>Reese and I are planning on going shopping. If you don't pick, I'll pick for you.</strong><br><br>It wasn’t anything important. He motioned the earcup back over his ear. If there was anything she cooked for him that he didn’t like, he just wouldn’t eat it. But so far, he had eaten whatever she and Pharon made. He wasn’t picky about his food, but having since become a Dragon Slayer of Fire, he did find himself liking his meals spicier than what they used to be.<br><br>He finished getting ready and the mini dog companion gave him a thumbs up and a bark. It was time to go slay some monsters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>18-06-2022, 04:04:03</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> Put together (https://www.wendyslookbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Cropped-Story-2-511x767.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 12, 2050 | 4:00PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Pharon's residence home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Beginnings of a food adventure<br><hr><br>It was a little strange and yet intriguing how these turns of events played out. As she pulled up in a yellow carriage (taxi) to Pharon's residence. Upon getting out, she moved up to the door. She had a chance to look at herself in the glass mirror of the entrance and tucked back a few stable tresses behind her ear. She wore her hair out that day, allowing the strains to flutter about in the wind. She also didn't wear any makeup because she didn't know how to put it on. However, her outfit &nbsp;(https://www.wendyslookbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Cropped-Story-2-511x767.jpg)was carefully picked out, which was not too over the top. Though the reason was not because of the person she was going on an adventure into Raven City with, but because she read that if you looked put together, you were more likely to get better service, and that meant better discounts too. It was a way for them to save money. She knew it was a lot to feed her and the trio so she didn't want to be a burden to Reese. <br><br>She still didn't have a job yet. Though she was curious that if she thoroughly walked around town looking for places to eat she could spot help wanted signs in the windows. She did a lot of reading since making herself at home with Reese, Des, and Dek that she wanted to be as useful as possible to her human. She might have thought her little adventure was irresponsible but she had saved up some money and learned that there was a thing called Happy Hour where everything was at a discount. She wanted to be able to broaden her palate and be able to cook up meals that everyone would enjoy. She knew as long as it was edible Des would eat anything and Reese...Olena was very worried she was more waste way but she looked an average healthy weight, even for the things she ate or didn't eat. <br><br>A soft sigh escaped her lips as she thought about it. She really needed to change all their eating habits but first things first, she was going to eat as much as she could and who better to share that experience than with her rival cook - Pharon. So patiently she waited for him to open the door so their food adventure could begin. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-06-2022, 22:35:13</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> Corpo Casual (https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Matt-Zeilinger-Cyberpunk-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 12 April 2050, 4:00PM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> When Olena had suggested they go out and sample the many types of foods and confections Raven City had to offer, she told him that if he "dressed for success", they would get better service and things like that. He was used to good service since people tended to help the huge, terrifying-looking guy as fast as possible simply because of the perception he could be a problem, but the Stormseed was a smart woman and who was he to turn down a chance to dress nicely? He may have been a Mo'Sai, but they put just as much pride in their fineries as city folk and nobles. Thankfully in this day and age, finding clothes his size was still a simple matter of having them custom tailored, but the process was much faster and cheaper than it had been back in Avantasia. <br><br>He chose a suit for the day's adventure that was a mix between style and utilitarianism that suited his look and frame insanely well. You would think a Chef wouldn't want to spend his day off on a Foodie Binge across the city, but if you thought that about Pharon, then you didn't know him very well. Not only was this a chance to spend some time with Olena, a friend he didn't get to see all the time because they lived with different humans, but he also got to eat delicious food and come up with new ideas, twists, and innovations for his own cooking at home and at Catty-Wampus. <br><br>Also, she was the one other Slayer that enjoyed cooking as much as him and could hold a candle to him in the kitchen. It was fun to pick her brain and go back and forth with different philosophies about food. When Olena arrived and knocked on the door, he was already dressed and in the living room. He came to the door and opened it as he polished off a bottle of water. Crushing it into the size of a grain of rice in his palm with his powers, he leaned down and gave Olena a hug while dropping the worlds smallest recyclable in the can. "Wavedancer! It's good to see you, and to eat food together at the same time, hahaha! I like the Earth clothes. They suit you." After their greeting, he walked to the carriage and held the door open for her. "I hope these places are prepared for us." Most usually weren't.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>27-06-2022, 22:22:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.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> The old clothes she slept in-in.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's Loft | Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena, Destrian, Dekado<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ugh, adulting. But also... adulting!</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Going from living alone to living with not one, but three — magical — roommates was sort of... a lot.<br><br>  “<em>Dooo</em>-duh,” the bubbly froth from Reese’s toothpaste spilled out on to her lips as she appeared from her bathroom into her kitchen <em>mid</em> teeth-brush in <em>protest</em>, still sporting orange sweatpants, a bright, blonde top-knot, and a ratty baseball t-shirt with a beloved dairy cow (https://img.btdmp.com/10307/10307360/products/0x720@1647850142eaa6dc998c.jpeg) on the front, “why do <em>I</em> have to come? Today’s like my <em>one</em> day off all week from the Garage, and a day off with mother—” she swallowed and let the toothbrush hang out of her lips like a cigarette as she continued speaking, “—<em>fucking</em> dragons isn’t really a day off. <em>Destrian</em> gets to sit on the big, blue comfy couch and play video games <strong>without beating my high scores</strong> on <em>his</em> day off so can’t <em>I</em> just like,” her lounge-wearing ass slid into a bar stool at her kitchen island as she eyed Olena with childish displeasure, taking her toothbrush out of her mouth to wave it around like a fairy godmother’s wand, “gift <em>you</em> the necessary Ravens and you can, you <em>know</em>, learn about Earthling grocery stores and shit?” The toothbrush twirled in Reese's hand as she stared at the taller water dragon helplessly. “You’ll meet at least one person between every row of unopened Earthling food that will personally piss you off, even in total silence! That’s… well, kinda <em>magical</em> in it’s own way, I guess….” The mechanic stuck her toothbrush back in her mouth and spun around on the bar stool, distracted by her own train of thoughts.   Classic Reese Wilder.<br><br><em>Some of those rows of unopened Earthling food were cereal, and candy, and sugary drinks.</em> She knew this, but she doubted Olena did (yet). The toothbrush wand suddenly left Reese’s lips again, and this time pointed across the kitchen island at Olena herself. “If <em>I</em> come,” the impulsive mechanic’s eyes suddenly gleamed with equal parts inspiration and bad ideas, “then <em>I’m</em> buying whatever <em>I</em> want.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a challenge for the water dragon to counter.  <br><br>“Also, if we’re going out, we need to stop by Lou’s so I can pick up a lava lamp for Dekado. It’s the best Earthling night light, no contest.” The toothbrush went back into Reese’s lips and she spun on the bar stool yet again, dropping her guard.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2022, 05:44:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tellygupshup.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Ton-Heukels.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> 10 April 2050 | 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's Loft | Warehouse District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reese, Olena, Destrian<br><strong>Content:</strong> Morning stuff<br><hr><br>Old habits. That’s what he thought as he woke of his own accord and silently left his bed. It took almost him no time to quietly make the bed with military corners. Padding to the bathroom he closed the door behind him and let his mind wander for a bit as he took care of the things his body needed to do so he wouldn’t be ‘gross’, yes that was the word someone used to describe not being hosed down by the nozzle on the shower and using scented products to cover his hair and body before watching them swirl counter clockwise and move on down the drain. He wondered where that water went, maybe a question for later.<br><br>The sun still had a few hours left to make an appearance, so Dekado went up to the roof. It gave a good vantage point. Life among the elves was a constant struggle. You did your morning exercises while also being watch and looking for intruders. He practiced with a broomstick instead of his blade, people got very nervous around that much steel whose sole intent was to cut into a being. He knew dozens of forms and he practiced each of them every day. Muscle memory was a real thing. <br><br>He moved at what he called dancing speed. It was like fighting speed but without the power. He didn’t like waking up early, it was necessary to practice now if he wanted to do anything throughout the day. He went through every move because his life literally depended upon his ability to fight…now the fucken bird shit that narrowly missed him a few times, that he did begrudge. He was practicing here, couldn’t they shit on some rooftop that wasn’t occupied? Keep coming by bird, there was a rock to face technique in his repertoire.<br><br>After forms he ran for an hour. This was his way of discovering the city around Reese’s place. His, Olena’s and Destrian’s place too now. He liked to pick new routes so he could discover new things. Today on patrol/running he discovered Krispy Kreme. It was the smells that drew him in. He had no idea what everyone would like so he got one of each and coffee too. Food, he discovered, was one of his favourite things here. There were so many varieties of it.<br><br>He got back just in time for Olena to ask what everyone wanted to eat tonight. “I think its my turn to cook tonight…one moment, I’ll make a list.” he says as he puts the three boxes of donuts down. “I found a new place.” he says offering some to Destrian and Olena first since they were in sight. He quickly puts in the ingredients for stuffed peppers, skewered meats and some salad. He remembered that they had potatoes. He considers how much he's asked for. "Do you want me to come with you?" <br><br>He heads to his closet and strips out of his clothes putting on his robe. He heads over to the bathroom as Reece is brushing her teeth. “Hey Reece, I brought something new…for me. I got some Krispy Kreme’s.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-07-2022, 00:42:59</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> Grown Woman Cute (https://www.wendyslookbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Trench-Two-Ways-3-550x824@2x.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 10, 2050 | 10:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's loft<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dek then Reese. <br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning for food shopping<br><hr><br><br>“Oh is it? Then a list would be great. It will minimize spending and wasting” She acknowledged her eyes lowering to the three boxes of donuts he brought home. She swore this place was going to make her fat. Just eating one of them would slow her down mentally but they were just too good to not want to sample. A soft sigh escaped her lips, she’d have to run ten miles tomorrow for sure. Just as she was about to answer Dekado’s question Reese’s voice vibrated throughout the open space of the loft. <br><br>Olena stood patiently on the other side where Reese settled into the bar stool and whined at her. “Well we all know we can’t trust Destrian to make rational decisions when it comes to nutrition” She informed her with a mild tone in her voice. Her lavender eyes unable to focus on one of her soft features of Reese while she swirled and playing with her toothbrush like a child. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as Reese begrudgingly spoke of the displeasures of accompanying her to the store. <br><br>“If you really don’t want to go; Dekado offered to accompany me. He can take your place and you can give us directions to Lou’s so we can get the item you wish for Dekado to have.” She whispered offering the blonde an easy way out. She was just as bad as Destian. “If I can’t trust Des to make rational decisions how can I trust you?” She teased gently before adding <br><br>“What would you like us to buy for you?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-07-2022, 02:21:28</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> Put together (https://www.wendyslookbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Cropped-Story-2-511x767.jpg) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> April 12, 2050 | 4:00PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> First location of the evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pharon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Beginnings of a food adventure<br><hr><br>You’d think Olena would be used to the sheer size of Pharon - they had known each other for how long now? As her lavender eyes rose up to meet the giant, she couldn’t help but want to chuckle at how tiny the door frame was in comparison. She nearly got a step back when Pharon leaned in and wrapped her slender frame in his massive arms. You could hear the soft cracks of cartilage in her bones just before she settled her down to greet her more directly.&nbsp; <br><br>“Shatterscale, it’s a pleasure to see you again, it’s been how many days last?” She mused reaching down and fixing the tight-fitted A-line skirt she was wearing and when he compliment her choice of clothes she gave a soft bow of her head. “Not sure we’d get very far in my armor” A faint chuckle escaped her lips. “You look just as good as I do” Returning the pleasantries before descending down towards the yellow carriage. She looked at Pharon and then&nbsp; the small compartment and hoped he’d be able to fit. “I hope so too. I’m rather starving. I held back lunch for this adventure.” Slipping into the backseat as he held the door open to her. In her bag, she gathered a list of places she had searched for. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://who13.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/19/2021/04/snapshot-2021-04-23T062321.131.jpg)</div>“Our first stop is a place called - Harbinger. They focus on” She placed the sheet of paper upon her lap and ran a single-digit along the length, skimming the words. “Vegetable focused small plates inspired by east asia and other places. It's a five-course tasting menu as well.” She read aloud. “Sounds like something you’d be interested in trying?” Turning her head and shifting her gaze up to meet his own purple hues. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/2372fa2c438df03993879c8bc576159d96cc705d/c=0-286-5630-3467/local/-/media/2017/09/14/IAGroup/DesMoines/636409481697975967-Harbinger12.jpg?width=660&amp;height=373&amp;fit=crop&amp;format=pjpg&amp;auto=webp)</div>If he was content she’d instruct the driver to take them to their first location. Harbinger was a small intimate-looking place. They only had enough to seat around fifty people. So Olena was lucky to have called ahead and reserve a spot in the corner for them to sit by the window and gaze out at the passerby. Her heels lightly tapped upon the wooden floors as she made her way to their seat and settled into a wooden chair, if Pharon pulled the chair out for her, she'd thank him for his courteous manners. <br><br>"I hope we like this place." She whispered taking off her sunglasses and setting them aside. The waiter came over and gave them each a menu. Then offered them some water before instructing them about the restaurant and what was popular on the menu. They pick two appetizers, two dinners, and a dessert. <br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Snacks</strong><br>Chinese Style Garlic Chive bing bread<br>spicy soy<br>$9<br>Crispy Potato pave<br>dungeness crab, yuzu kosho, brown butter hollandaise<br>$11<br>Berkwood Farms St Louis ribs<br>strawberry sambal, pickled kohlrabi, flowering cilantro<br>$11<br>Garlic Scapes tempura fried<br>sweet chili crisp, yuzu kosho aioli, scallion<br>$9<br>Grilled Broccoli marinated in shio koji &amp; garlic<br>crispy pig's ear, mushroom aioli, tomato sweet &amp; sour<br>$11<br><br><strong>Dinner</strong><br>Chewy Beetroot cooked in its own juices &amp; slightly dehydrated<br>makrut lime, broken coconut vin, trout roe<br>$9<br>Kampachi wrapped in salted cherry leaves<br>summer berry ponzu, pickled green strawberry, blistered radish<br>$15<br>Porcini broken rice<br>brown butter, sea salt, lovage, lardo<br>$13<br>Foraged Nettle dumplings<br>morrell mushrooms, english peas, parmesan dashi<br>$16<br>Purple Kohlrabi cooked in lavender sea salt<br>foie gras, preserved concord grape, violet mustard<br>$11<br>Late Harvest Carrots, memories from Vietnam<br>soured carrot, house-made lemongrass sausage, crispy garlic, cilantro<br>$12<br>Spring's First Spinach tart<br>black sesame, trumpet mushroom bonito, shiso<br>$10<br>Halibut Cheeks marinated with turmeric &amp; dill<br>pineapple, crispy rice chips, bahn cuon<br>$26<br>Bell &amp; Evans Chicken grilled over charcoal<br>curried spring vegetables, tamarind sauce, cilantro<br>$20<br>Pork Cheeks lacquered with lapsang souchong<br>charred spring onions, warm potato, cold potato, bread &amp; butter chips<br>$22<br><br><strong>Desserts</strong><br>Pineapple compressed &amp; iced<br>Okinawa brown sugar, sesame crumble, sancho peppercorn ice cream<br>$9<br>Yuzu Crepe Cake<br>vanilla buttermilk, macerated blueberries, meringue cookies<br>$9<br>White chocolate mousse<br>strawberries, yogurt, rhubarb<br>$8</span></span></div><br>"It all sounds so good, yet different from what we are use to. What do you think you'll be trying?" She asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-07-2022, 02:39:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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> Black hoodie, yellow and white basketball shorts, a red arm sleeve, and video game headphones<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050, 1000<br><strong>Location:</strong> Reese's Loft<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dekado (M), Olena (M), and Reese (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Donuts; best thing ever.<br><hr>Destrian turned his hooded head when he overheard Reese speaking of her high scores. Psh; what high scores? He was going to dominate the scoreboards. She would have to stare at his high scores for the rest of her life. Dekado arrived carrying boxes, and Destrian didn’t need to look his way to smell what he had. It was something sweet and hot. Immediately, Destrian put his character somewhere tucked away in the fictional town and opened the inventory menu. Setting the controller aside, he rose from the couch and headed over to the three donut boxes.<br><br>Destrian opened the top box, his orange eyes roving over the colorful sugar…thing. They looked like wheels. He grasped one glazed in a maple frosting and held it up above his face, peering through the open hole with his good eye. It was soft and squishy. Opening his mouth, he bit into the tire and his brows instantly slammed together as he seemed to glare at the donuts for tasting so offensively good. He wanted to slap someone.<br><br>“Mmm,” he couldn’t help the sound. He fed the rest of the donut into his mouth, prodding jutting pieces of it behind his lips. While he chewed, he kissed the sugar from his fingers and with zero etiquette went for a second donut. This one had a cinnamon and apple smell. Unlike the wheels, it was whole and covered in powder. He grasped it, shoved it in his mouth, and as his jaws closed, his eyes widened when he felt the gush of apples and gel filling his one cheek.<br><br>Without a care for permission, Destrian decided to take the whole box and returned to the couch with it. He set the open box to his right and reclaimed the game controller. With one protruding cheek, he munched on the donut silently as he resumed his game. While he played his game, he overheard Olena’s comment about <em>rational decisions.</em> He made rational decisions. He believed he was the most rational one in the group. It was her loss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DS: Raven City [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-07-2022, 20:57:18</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> Corpo Casual (https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Matt-Zeilinger-Cyberpunk-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 12 April 2050, 4:00PM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Olena, like the other feminine members of their group took his hugs with precaution, as Pharon liked to give you just enough of a squeeze to let you feel his love...the only problem was at nearly ten feet tall and half as wide, a <em>squeeze</em> from him was comparable to being put in a pneumatic press. Unlike a press though, he knew where to stop, and that was when he felt the tiny bones and cartilage in a person start to flex and pop. She asked how many days it had been since they saw each other and his response was "I'm...not sure? Keeping time in this world is different from our own. Oh! Wait!" He pulled out his phone and checked the calendar. "Ten days. When we all had dinner at Catty-Wampus." <br><br>She pointed out how her armor would've been a rather big draw, and he nodded as his would as well, which was why both of them were dressed so well in normal clothes. She complimented him back and he grinned, fixing his jacket to look a bit crisper on his frame. "Sorry, it's pretty impossible for me to look nearly as good as you, Poppy, or Sashiko...handsome as I am." As he held the door open for her, she mentioned how she'd skipped lunch so they could experience more places. He'd done the same, and because of that he was definitely ready. "I could eat a horse." <br><br>Scrunching down, he squeezed into the backseat on the other side and was thankful the cars in this world were advanced enough to carry his weight comfortably. She explained the theme of the place they were going to called "Harbinger", and asked if the food sounded like something he would be interested in. "It all sounds delicious...except the <em>small plates</em> part. They should fix that. More is better I find most of the time." She told their driver where to go, and in a short while they'd gotten out and headed into the building. He held the seat out for Olena, nodding when she thanked him, then took his own seat. <br><br>He downed the entire glass of water immediately, asked for another, then started studying the menu religiously. He had just finished going over it for the second time when Olena asked him what he was going to try. "Everything sounds so good I don't think we'll have a choice but to like it. As for what I'm getting? Hmmmm. I think I'll go for the Crispy Potato pave and the St. Louis Ribs for the snack. The chicken over charcoal and the pork cheeks for dinner. And the pineapple for dessert. You?" He was just as interested in her choices as she was in his.<br></span><br>
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