Roleplay

Engel's eyes lit up as she hears the guy sort of sang and shouted about his drink. Smacking a hand over her mouth, she tried to stiffle her giggles at the ridiculous scene. Of course it doesn't work, and her bubbly giggles grabs the attention of the only one she was trying not to get, Zarak.

Not noticing the pickle she gotten herself into, she smiles brightly at the guy. "No, I'm not a dragon," her eyes dim a little as she continues on, "but i really wish I was. Just like Za-"

"ENGEL." Zarak's deep voice growled out her name in clearing warning from behind. Stiffening up, she knew instantly that she was saying too much to another stranger. With downcast eyes, she mouthed a sorry before turning back around. Noticing only then that her food was at the table already.

Refusing to look up at Zarak's angry eyes, Engel poked at her food with a small pout as Zarak stabbed and ripped into his steak. Slicing a thick chunk of steak for himself, Zarak glared at the boy behind Engel. He did not know him and dis not like how he was getting close to Engel. Even if it was a few words, that was still one too many.

Resisting the urge to blast a bolt of lightening at the kid, he focused on tearing down his steak to hurry up out of this joint. In the beginning it was nice, just Engel, him, and the waitress lady. Now it seemed half of this floating island of concrete hell decided to eat here.

Atticus

"Either way I'm lucky I apparently did ask him on one of his good days. I took a pretty big risk backing out of the force without any backup plans in mind. Sure, the city paid for our new apartment on account of our contributions and everything, but, I still had to put food on the table. For that your dad deserves my gratitude, but... It certainly would make things a lot easier if he was a little nicer sometimes, and not just to me either." He may have not been present during most of those instances of verbal abuse, but he could usually tell if Tiemeth was having a particularly bad day.

"He's... not been too harsh to you lately, I hope? I mean, sometimes I pick up a thing or two, never a nice feeling, that. I just wish by now he'd treat you better." It was likely quite evident to Tiamat that Atticus felt some guilt over the matter, considering their relationship was something that obviously annoyed her father greatly, what with his unfavorable view on humanity.

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Sawyer

"Heh... to think my words are relaxin'... Well... It ain't such a bad thought I guess," Sawyer remarked, chuckling somewhat. Arank seemed to be pretty good at making others feel better as well, or at least, he knew how to cheer him up.

Sawyer's smile faltered a little at the mention of Atticus, but he didn't seem to reject the notion. He was a logical option, what with his connection to Tiamat who in turn was a part of the Dokusei.

"Yeah... we were pals for a while, had a fallin' out, surprised I've barely mentioned this to you before actually... Still, things ain't anywhere near as bad as they were, but, I dunno, still don't really talk to him much, our lives have just kinda gone different directions mostly... 'sides the fact we're livin' in the same city of course, but it is a pretty dang big city to be fair..." His ruminations were interrupted once he saw Arank rubbing at his shoulder again. Jeez... that wound was still getting at him that much? Granted it was a pretty grievous injury at the time but... the way it was affecting the poor guy, one might think it had happened just recently.

"You alright there? I can't believe that ol' injury's still actin' up... I mean, I don't know dragon anatomy very well but... you think maybe it gets like that to warn you 'bout somethin'?" He went over to steady Arank so he wouldn't risk passing out and collapsing onto the street, when he noticed an all-too-familiar sight walking down in their direction. No doubts about it, that was indeed Atticus coming down the path, holding hands with someone as well... Was that supposed to be Tiamat? Strange, he thought he recalled her human form having green hair...

"Well speak'a the devil..." he murmured, motioning Arank over to them. "Guess if we're gonna ask, we'd best take the opportunity now." At that, he waved over to the two, calling out Atticus' name, hoping the guy could hear him through the usual city ruckus.

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Rhett

Rhett listened to Gronk sympathetically as the dragon recounted just how much that incident scarred him. It definitely wasn't a trauma that would ever leave him completely, but Rhett sincerely hoped it wouldn't forever dominate his thoughts and fears. "You hoist a lot of responsibility on yourself, Gronk... a lot more than you should ever be expected to. I know how you feel in a way. I think back to that entire war and sometimes think it's all my fault that Garvus could amass his troops completely under our noses and destroy so much in an instant. I sometimes feel like I should've been able to figure it out, that so many people died because I wasn't smart enough to realize it... It's tough, getting over mental demons like that... Just proves how fortunate we both are to have such great friends and allies by our side."

When Gronk brought up Atticus, Rhett seemed to give a look of brief surprise, then guilt. "Haven't contacted him for a while... I feel bad about that, but I'm sure he's doing fine. If there's anybody I trust to get by no matter what, it's Atticus. He's probably plenty busy... doing something I'm sure. I mean, I remember the last time we talked he'd mentioned he was getting out of the police force but I'll bet he's still got some kinda security job going on. Protecting people's in his blood... and I'm sure Tiamat's perfectly fine these days too. Those two together are like a dynamic duo, a real power couple... and of course he likes you. Why the hell wouldn't he? He just hasn't really had much of a chance to talk to you in person. Things were mostly still pretty hectic last time we were all together in one place."

MIRA

NewYork

Mira didn't know how she had gotten to where she was. She had seemingly lost some of her memories. All she really knew was that she was an ice dragon. Living by the humans rules she was a short girl with snow white hair. Though when her body temperature rose, her hair would start to turn black. There were names she feels that she knows but unfortunately she cannot seem to remember what they were. Walking out of her flat she went onto the sidewalk and looked around. It appeared to be a usual day for everyone. Walking down the sidewalk she could easily be picked out of the crowd. "I wonder if there is anyone I recognize here. How did I even get here is an even better question."

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Avlyn

Next Stop- New York

She leaned against an old stone pillar that helped keep her three story home up. Looking across the distance of the morning sky, she stood up and moved to the center of the old creaky porch with the hanging sign that read, "Custom Doo-dads for your Daily Dragon Needs." Yeah, it said that there were dragons that came here, so? This shop was only visible to dragon thanks to a spell that a fellow traveler gave to her so that she could protect her shop. Usually any flying passerby could come in an look around this little shop of goods. This was her first time visiting New York and oh god, did it stink. Walking back inside with a the click of her heels, she ran up the stairs to get to her workshop. Her gradient dark red hair that faded into a shinning orange color flowed behind her from her Celtic ponytail as she climbed higher and higher.

She pushed to door open with a creak, as a wave of grease, steam and rust reached her nose. She leaned over her table that lurched with heavy items strewn over it, one would wonder why hasn't it broken. Moving notebooks filled to the brim and exploding with notes and sketches of weapons and items that have helped one out. As she got the map from under the ruckus of items, her reddened ears twitched as she could barely hear a high pitched alarm blaring from downstairs. An alarm. . . but for what. . .! Her eyes bulged with shock as she jumped on the hand rail that she made, by hand and slid down it.

Running to the home part of the building, she ran into the run down kitchen that was filled with smoke. Fanning out all the thick smog that filled her nostrils, she cursed as the toast with eggs were burnt beyond recognition. One would even wonder how she managed to stay alive considering she sleeping in a noisy workshop, eats with hands soiled in grease and mechanical oil and that she can't cook for her life. Throwing out the food, she sighed as she walked back up the stairs and slumped into her seat next to the table. Looking through the map, she found a somewhat secluded location that would be big enough to drop down her house and somewhere that wasn't too far off from a restaurant. Making her way to the porch, she rubbed her face with her greasy hands and cracked her stiff back. Looking down, she noticed no one looked up at her, not even any dragons. Oh right. Store isn't opened. No reason to see it if they can't go in. I'll make it visible after I get some sort of stress reliever. . . I haven't gotten a good custom made weapon in a looong time. Now a days, people only ask for trinkets or rings of the sorts. It's so boring.

As she set down the odd three story building made out of wood and stone, she let out a sigh of relief that nothing was damaged and that the heavy weight that was on her shoulders and finger tips lifted. No one stopped to look at the building that was just set. Walking up pass her hanging sign, the wind-chimes blew. One would think- in a world filled with concrete, this little store would be a drop of paint among-st a black and white world. Going inside to grab a long brown overcoat from the home part of the house, she debated whether or not she needed to hide her fiery red and orange hair.

Sighing as she put it all up in a quick and messy bun, she found a floppy worn brown hat as she walked down to the cash register and finally found about twenty american dollars, most of it was change. Making sure that the store sign read Closed in all blue paint since she didn't like how the signs were all in red, she put the cash in her breast pocket. Walking down the street with her long brown overcoat and her heels clicking behind her, she blended in with dreary part of this town. Her sharp blue or green eyes, no one could really tell. She offered to give anyone a free weapon, on the house if they could just tell her about her eye color.

Looking up at the sign of a restaurant, it seemed like a homey place. She let out a slight chuckle. Walking in, she noticed there were quite a bit of people in here. A mysterious and a young girl, a friendly boy, a young man and probably an other person that she can't seem to think of. Rubbing her head with greasy hands, even a human could smell that she worked with mechanics and her dirty hands could prove it. Taking off her jacket since it was only to blend in, she sat at the bar. She hoped it wasn't too early to have a drink. She was a strong person, mentally and physically considering she wasn't a light-weight and that she literally carries her house from place to place. In order to open up shop, she usually drinks something to soothe her nerves. Although there was still some scent of her burning her only meal for the day, she would always say she wasn't hungry. Looking around for the waiter, she waited as she pulled out a gold pocket watch, that was on the opposite side of her gun that was hanging on a very loose belt. Opening up the watch with her fingers, she played around with breaking it down and rebuilding it- her anxiety coping mechanism.

Atticus/Sawyer

As the two dragons ran up to each other in an eager embrace, Atticus merely gave a subtle wave to Sawyer, who returned a nod of acknowledgement as they both approached the two, a much calmer reunion by all accounts from the human side of things. Still, there was no noticeable bitterness, no resentment, no anger. Despite what their respective feelings on the past were like, it no longer seemed to have a hold over their interactions. They seemed to simply look upon each other now as survivors of a great catastrophe would, both understanding just how much hardship the other likely went through, well aware that they were very fortunate to both be alive at that very moment, when so many others weren't so lucky.

"Good to see you two are still apparently doin' well together," Sawyer quipped. "But ah... what, you get a dye job or somethin' Tiamat? I don't recall you bein' a brunette, 'less my memory's just gettin' hazy."

"She didn't like the unwanted attention. Y'know, natural green hair can turn a few heads, so she got... an acquaintance of ours to change it," Atticus explained. He left Kara's name out of the conversation, figuring Sawyer had no idea who she'd be, and he'd rather not go into the full explanation since... Well, describing someone like Kara Nightshadow was rather difficult to do accurately. "So, Sawyer, ol' buddy, I see you're taking to city life okay? What the hell are you still doing with that ratty old coat though?"

"What? I like the coat, it grew on me, didn't wanna part with it!" Sawyer said in such a defensive matter that one would've thought Atticus was talking about his non-existent son instead of some weathered garment.

"Yeah, it grew on you... and it looks almost like it's got stuff growing on it too," Atticus retorted with a chuckle. Despite the earlier reaction, Sawyer seemed to take the ribbing in stride.

"Yeah well, still better than that crappy jumpsuit I was wearing before," Sawyer said, though he seemed to leave it at that. No need to elaborate and open up that old wound, and Atticus seemed more than inclined to agree.

"So you and Arank getting along alright then? What are you a taxi driver now?" Atticus asked as he observed the vehicle curiously.

"Eh... not officially, but these days no one seems to notice, or care I guess. Good way to get some extra change, though now that I just admitted to all that you're probably gonna wanna arrest me for it huh?"

"Hah... It's your lucky day, Sawyer, I'm not in that line of work anymore. Anyway, I doubt the cops even care about some illegitimate taxi service these days if that's really the only questionable stuff you're doing," Atticus remarked as he looked over to Arank. "I've gotta agree with you there, Tiamat's hugs are definitely without equal. I consider myself pretty damn lucky indeed... though much as we'd both like to chat, we actually really need to get to the tower. Tiamat's seeing family and... well, speaking of what I do nowadays, I'm actually a security guard, I'm supposed to keep uninvited people away, the Dokusei are... very exclusive, if you didn't already know that, and it's just as obvious they're not big fans of most humans."

"Huh... y'know, actually that kinda ties into what we were hopin' to ask you two about, not that we mean to keep you too long or nothin', but the thing is, you've probably heard our 'beloved president' give his speech about that big nationwide event thing, right? See, we suspect there's somethin' sinister goin' on behind all that, but we needed to get more info, and... well, some folks say the Dokusei got a pretty close connection to Zermack, so... well... you see where we're goin' with this, don't you?" Sawyer wasn't sure how the two would react to all that, but he was hoping they'd at least agree that the whole party thing seemed suspicious.

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Rhett

"Guess it would be nice to see him again, see how things are going. Sometimes I forget how long it's been myself, living out here, in near-isolation and all that... and I'll admit, I would prefer it if you flew me there yourself. You tend to be a more reliable and... speedier form of travel, but I'd hate to have you doing anything you weren't ready to do just y-... Good lord, what happened here?" Once Gronk pointed out the wreckage, Rhett was quick to observe it himself, rather horrified by the notion that they may have been the first people to stumble upon this recent crash site.

"Freak accident or not, from how close we ought'a be to the military base, we sure as hell shouldn't have been the first people to come across this... Is no one investigating the cause of this crash whatsoever? How did we not hear it last night? None of this makes any sense... Christ... is the pilot still in there?" Rhett wasn't looking forward to seeing whatever remains of the pilot were left, but without any sign of an ejection, he couldn't just gloss it over. Making his way over to where he assumed the cockpit had ended up, he tried to see if he could spot any sign of a body within.