forum Dragons and Dinosaurs and the Thing In Between

Started April 04, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Adri slowly followed her, sitting cross legged on the ground and putting down her shakes. "How about you? Crazy sob story childhood?"

She licked her fingers. "Foster care since birth. Twenty families by the age of 16. Abuse–mental and physical. Suicide attempts. Living on the streets. Learning to survive on my own. Thieving. Mafia association. Bullying. Poked and prodded like a lab rat a few times." She kept her answer vague and clipped, not really wanting to go in detail. "Until I had enough. Then people died and learned the hard way not to mess with me."

Miles walked into the McDonalds, rolling up his nose in disgust as he sat down. He knew he would get strange looks with the mask on so he had taken it off and morphed his futures to remain anonymous.

Porta had parked the van further down the street and raced back into the McDonald’s. “Hiya!” She called, pulling the door open and panting. She slid in front of the counter, ordered a 20-piece McNugget, then exited the shop and sat with Adri and Blaize.
“What are y’all talking about?” She questioned.

"Sob stories that are the reason we're professional killers. Or just sob stories in general." She winked mischievously. "It's a must for assassins."

Miles slipped into the booth. "You know your masks are drawing strange looks, correct?"

Miles slipped into the group, fixing his glasses. "How do you all eat that food? It's disgusting."

Sorry, I'm such an idiot.//

Adri raised an eyebrow at him. "Have you had these French fries? I could live off them for months." She nodded to Tessa's story, accepting it and the presence of the others.

"They're unhealthy and not even hogs would touch them." Miles said, putting his mask into his bag.

"Food is food," Tess said, popping three more fries in her mouth at once.

“Mood.” said Porta, shoving nuggets into her mouth at an unhealthily fast pace. “I don’t have a very traumatic backstory, I just want to rid the world of monsters because I feel as if it’s my responsibility. I have a compulsive need to be useful and to fix things, so it’s quite the perfect career.”

Tessa nodded. "Understandable." She didn't really want to mention that she actually wasn't a Hunter–just a street rat with one hell of a racket.

Porta leaned back, “So, everyone, any monster-hunting expertise you’d care to share? Or just any stupid stories you might have that could somehow help us catch the monster?”

"It depends on what you define as hunting." Miles drawled, snapping shut his book that no one had seen him get out, or did he even get it out?

“Anything! Go wild, my creepy-as-heck dude! I really need to get my mind off of the fact that a terrifying creature turning people to stone is out there somewhere and it’s our job to stop it.”

"I've hunted down thousands of demons," Tess ticked off each thing on her fingers. "Hellhounds, gods, shapeshifters, dragons, wendigoes, some more gods, and humans too."

"Hm, well, I started off just terminating Fae that disobeyed the law, then I started taking jobs, I've been technically hunting species for a few million years."

Porta blushed furiously. “Well, compared to you, I am most certainly an amateur. I’ve been Hunting for about three years, and the weirdest things I’ve come across are these two alien children who crashlanded in my yard and demons with passive-aggressive angel boyfriends.”

"That sounds fun." Tess smiled, then scowled and rubbed at her eyes again. Damn contacts. Hate these things.

Porta stood up, yawned, and brushed her hands off on her jeans. "Let's go attempt to kick some monster butt. Anyone up for a roadtrip to…" she checked her map, "… New Hampshire? That's where the monster last struck."

Tessa didn't like the prospect of being in a car full of people for an extended period of time. "How are we planning on getting there?"

"I was thinking my van. And I know, you people can fly, I get that. I just thought that we could get to know each other better?" Porta said with uncharacteristic shyness.

Tessa visibly shuddered. "I… Don't do well in enclosed spaces. Cars included."

Porta's shoulder's drooped. "I'm sorry if I seem pushy. I want to have at least a friend when this is all over, and I'm not very good at going about that." She suddenly popped her head back up, and there was a slight manic grin on her face. "Hey, how much weight can you carry when you fly, anyway?"

"Depends. I can carry about 200 pounds with just my wings for short bursts. I can also fully shift into a 100 foot long, 25 feet wide from shoulder to shoulder sun dragon. Four total wings there and I have yet to find a weight limit."