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As Draku was about to respond to Alistar's recollection of their past lives, the one named Slingshot appeared from a set of hidden elevator doors, cutting their conversation short. He allowed the two to proceed with their interrogation, shaking his head rather disappointedly at the pained screams of their subject, walking around the unique underground base taking in the sights of all that Alistar had collected throughout his time on this plane. Aside from Draku's own massive blade on display, he also possessed a number of ancient artifacts from different eras of time; presumably from key moments in his life, his attention eventually falling on a massive set of battle-worn samurai armor.

The armor possessed a resemblance to that of a fearsome black dragon with green accent, riddled with numerous punctures throughout the whole of it. He would run a hand across the damaged dō, inspecting the many perforations, before a sudden sensation fell over him alongside a rush of memories flooding his consciousness, causing him to step back and look to the ceiling with a faraway look.

The sky seemed to turn to night as thousands of arrows dotted out the sun, raining down upon his position and penetrating his once unscathed armor. What his massive blade did not deflect dotted his massive frame almost in its entirety, though even this was not enough to even remotely deter him from his mission, as he rose from behind his weapon with a fearsome roar.

Draku snapped to as the sound of keys being thrown in his direction could be heard, catching them with ease as his attention was drawn back to his blade. He honestly did not know what was happening at this point, having seemingly been completely elsewhere as the other two scrambled to their respective vehicles. It took him a moment to locate the aforementioned hog the one named Alistar had intended for him to use before he was astride the jet black and green flamed Harley Davidson and on the road.

Perhaps it was the vivid memory or the fact that he didn't know where they were headed, but not long after they hit the road he altered his course. Away from their makeshift convoy and the strange man who had the answers to the many questions that formulated inside his mind. Whoever they were to each other was ancient history, Draku enjoyed his solitude and nomadic ways. After all this time alone, why would he go and change that?
Draku would have long discarded the unconscious body, sliding the man across the floor towards the area Alistar wanted them, and approached the sword on display, "How did you get this?" He'd growl, turning to look for Alistar, "Better question. Who are you?" He turned to face the weapon once more, placing his hand upon the glass. He couldn't even begin to remember when he last saw this blade. His blade.

The Dragon Fang.
Sorry for that short ass post lol I had to. Saw an opportunity and took it.
Draku's head shoots back through the patio door at Arvin's question, snapping and pointing in the direction of one of the assailants who'd been shot in the hand by his freeze round; pinning him against the wall across from the patio door. He smirked, joint still between his lips and smoke pouring from his nostrils, knowing at the first sign of a a dead man that you ALWAYS leave one alive to answer some questions.

Vigilante 101, baby, he thought smugly to himself.
Draku would have been in the process of fishing a prerolled from his coat pocket when he heard his name from the entrance of the bar.

He didn't know of anybody in this city, aside from Jocelyn, who knew his name.

Looking up from his task and locking eyes with the stranger who called his name, giving a slight nod before looking back towards the bartender with a slight tilt of his head, he could tell this was no mortal man. He smelt as if he'd been drug through fire and brimstone.

Looking back to the man, he began to open his mouth just as the rest of the bar exploded into gunfire. He raised a brow, reaching into his duster, and pulled forth his personalized sidearm from its holster; the dragonic symbol for ice glowing a vibrant blue, as he methodically began freezing whichever gunman wasn't already being mowed down to a wall. Ceiling. You know. Where ever his targets took a round and the sheer power from his hand cannon sent them flying.

With each shot he took, he made sure he made every evasive move he took after the fact towards the patio door. He was gonna smoke regardless of the shit storm happening inside and respect the establishment's ground rules while he was at it.

As everything calmed inside, Draku holstered his weapon and pulled the joint he was searching for earlier from his pocket, placing it between his lips and snapping his fingers; creating an emerald green flame at the tip of his thumb, lighting it. He took himself a nice good drag off of the fatty, holding the smoke in his lungs before expelling a large plume of smoke from his nostrils.
He needs guidance in the ways lol
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DC the dragon.

And @Alistar Sabbath Yeah. I'm pretty sure they are. You know. Since my characters race is my own.
Oh and DC withdrew. In case no body noticed.
@Bluetommy I thought she was literally across from the bar in her apartment lol
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