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Viktor and Chase were both progressing through traffic, Chase being at the wheel of a dark green 2002 Toyota Supra. The trip was slow, but this was New York afterall. At least Chase lived farther near the outside of the city where it was less busy.
“This is the place” Chase said as he pulled into a parking space.
Viktor immediately took notice of a golden motorcycle sitting in the parking lot, closer to the entryway of the Tavern, and he quickly elbowed Chase, and pointed to it. The bike actually seemed to sit on some sort of large doubled up wheels, so it didn’t seem like much of a bike at all. And it was massive, it’s golden paint job reflected the midday sunlight spectacularly. Even its windshield had a tinted gold haze and the twin xenon lights on the front looked amazing. Viktor wasn’t even that big on automotive things but he couldn’t help but stare at how amazingly sleek this looked, Chase also stared at it just as much as him, with a similar awe-struck expression.
“Damn…” Chase uttered. “I guess you aren’t making stuff up.”
“Yeah… I guess I’m not.” Viktor muttered, questioning his own eyes.
“Well…. Go ahead and hop out and see if Mr. Dragon is there… I’ll be here.”
Viktor smirked and got out of the car, making his way towards the entrance. He took the opportunity and noticed the symbol on the front of the bike. “Oh… So that’s what Voltage makes… No wonder…”
He walked inside the bar and took note of the surroundings. Seemed like your average kinda place, nothing fancy or interesting. Viktor scanned the surroundings, there were people here and there, and then he saw who he was looking for, a crimson dragon sitting at the main bar at the far end. It wasn’t to hard to spot, he had wings and a tail. Two horns as well and some sort of short grey frill going down the back of his neck and was wearing faded jeans and a leather jacket. Kinda odd for this weather, even though it was late summer. It was farther up north and he must have been cold-blooded. Viktor made his way up to the front of the bar, surprisingly few people looked at him as he did so. He went ahead and sat on a stool next to the dragon. He took note that he had some sort of grey sideburns and had some black goggles with orange lenses propped up on his forehead. The dragon didn’t give Viktor a single glance and continued to lightly sip at his whisky, watching the overhead television which was broadcasting some news surprisingly, although the others were focused on sports, the one he was focused on was the one showing news. He sat there awkwardly for a moment, trying to think of something to say, he wasn’t amazing at starting a conversation, and this was a dragon he was going to have to talk to.
“Ok… How the hell am I going to start a conversation with this guy. I don’t even have the slightest idea as to what he likes… Maybe his bike?” Viktor thought to himself
“Is that gold bike out there your’s?” Viktor asked, directing his voice towards the crimson dragon next to him.
The dragon gave him a quick glance and nodded, not saying a word.
“Well…. It’s a really nice bike. I can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it before.” Viktor spoke again.
The dragon looked at him again, smiling slightly and setting his glass of whiskey down. “Thanks” He spoke “I’ve put alot into it.” His voice was deep with a slight rough edge.
Viktor nodded and smiled, realizing he was actually getting somewhere “So uh… What kinda bike is it?”
“It’s a Voltage Arachno HM” the crimson dragon told him, slight reminiscence of a smile still on his face.
“Voltage? Aren’t they getting really popular all of the sudden?”
“Yup. Especially among anthros.”
“I’ve noticed. Why is that?”
“Clearly you haven’t seen the inside of one.”
Viktor looked a bit confused. “Well… What’s on the inside.”
“They were smart enough to offer custom fitted seats for certain species of anthros. That helped out a lot of anthros and the fact that they’re willing to ignore the opinions of a lot of people out there is pretty great.”
Viktor nodded, realizing that it was actually a pretty big deal in a society like this to offer something like that. Clothing brands were one thing, but something as expensive as car seats was another. “That does sound pretty nice.” Viktor commented
“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t even be able to ride mine very well if the seat wasn’t fitted for my tail.” the dragon said, waving his tail slightly behind the stool as a slight example. He then took another sip of his whiskey.
A waiter at the bar walked up to Viktor and asked him if he wanted wanted anything. Viktor responded “Just a shot of vodka will do.” And the waiter walked off to fill a glass, quickly handing Viktor a small glass of the clear substance and a tab.
“Vodka huh?” The dragon said, a bit amused.
“Hehe. Yeah. Well you seem to enjoy whiskey a bit yourself.” Viktor said noting that the dragon had drained two shots of whiskey while they spoke. “How do you manage that much alcohol in one sitting? You don’t seem intoxicated at all”
The crimson dragon responded in an amused tone of voice “Well… The alcohol doesn’t really have an effect on me actually.”
“Really? How?”
“Dunno. It really just acts like fuel.”
“Like… Fire-breathing?”
The dragon laughed “Good guess. You're right about that right there. Hehe”
Viktor smirked “Well it’s a shame I don’t drink more myself.”
The dragon laughed a bit more “Ha. Oh I’m sure not drinking enough is the problem” He spoke sarcastically.
Viktor smiled and took his first sip out of the glass of Vodka. It was really dull and tasteless and it disappointed him. “Blech. This stuff is weak as hell”
The dragon gave an amused grin. “Well. This place ain’t exactly known for vodka. You should of gotten it mixed with something”
Viktor brushed the idea off. Plain vodka was just how he liked his and nothing else added. “Well this place doesn’t seem to be known for much period. Why do you even hang out here?”
“Eh…” The dragon shrugged “I guess I just hang out here to pass the time when I’m not working really.”
Viktor nodded then held out his hand “The names Viktor by the way. Viktor DeCane.”
The dragon shook his hand “Vincent Dorang. It’s been nice talking to ya Viktor.”
“So now his names been confirmed…” Viktor thought “Okay… Better get to the point”
He sighed and began to speak again. “Say Vincent? There’s something I need to-” His sentence was cut short by a loud and obnoxious voice behind him.
“Hey guys look! The scaly brought a furry friend with him!” said the obnoxious voice behind him and was followed by some snickers. Viktor turned to see a man wearing a sport jersey surrounded by two other men in some similar sporting attire.
Viktor narrowed his eyes and muttered to Vincent “Who the hell are these asswipes?”
Vincent shook his head in annoyance “Oh just my fanclub… Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t feel like dealing with their shit today.”
Viktor nodded in agreement “Same… I’ll get the check for both of us”
“You sure?”
“Yeah it’s fine,” Viktor said and set a 50 next to both of their tabs and they made their way past the three men, ignoring them. Then the one in the middle spoke again.
“Yeah go ahead and get your tailed asses out of here! Crawl back to the caves you belong in and take that overpowered tin can with you!”
Vincent stopped, eyes widened, an immediate look of anger upon his face. “If there’s one thing you don’t do… It’s insult my bike.” He spoke under gritted teeth and clenched his fists. Viktor heard the knuckles in each finger crack.
“Vincent? Ignore him. He’s just another asshole in a land of many. Getting a few hits in isn’t going to do anything except get us into trouble.” Viktor spoke softly, but solidly.
Vincent glared at Viktor angrily, but his fists eased up as he thought about what Viktor said. “Fine” He said, an angry tone still evident in that one word. He walked forward, slightly pushing Viktor out of the way and giving the men a second glance, only to see their smug faces that seemed to say that they had won something. He wanted to knock them all out, but he held himself back, replaying Viktor’s words in his head.
His thought process was cut short however as one of the men stomped on his tail, sending a quick jolt of pain. He turned around, facing the smug idiot that dared to step on his tail. The man’s smug expression disappeared as he saw the pure anger in Vincent’s eyes, his nostrils even starting to emit some smoke. Dorang took action and slugged the man in the face, one hearty blow across the jaw, knocking him out instantly, no time to react. The sound of the impact was solid and menacing. The guy flopped against a table, completely stunned. His friends stared, at Dorang, their dazed friend, and then back at Dorang. One of them lunged forward, swinging at Vincent, he caught his fist in mid air with one hand and land a low hit into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. The other landed a hit across Dorangs snout but he barely felt it, even though his nose started bleeding heavily. He retaliated with another swing across the man’s face, this was the one that had insulted him and his motorcycle earlier, it made the hit all the more satisfying to him. The final one of the trio sprawled across the ground, confused and a bit fearful now, questioning how he had been beaten by an “inferior species”. Vincent walked past Viktor out of the bar, a bit of blood dripping from his nostrils. Viktor just stared with an amazed expression. The fight had started and ended so quickly. Now he actually had a bit of fear for Dorang, but also a sense of respect at the same time, he slowly followed Dorang out, glancing back at the beaten up few in the bar, and seeing the stunned expressions of the others that had witnessed the fight, then he faced the door again and left, hoping not to be caught in any consequences of the recent brawl.

After they had left the bar, they met up with Chase who was just sitting and waiting in his green Toyota. Chase stared at Vincent who was surprisingly tall. Vincent just silently stared back, wiping the blood of his nose. Viktor shortly introduced Chase.
“Alright. Now that that’s out of the way let’s get out of here before anything else happens.” Viktor said.
“Wait, Viktor.” Dorang spoke, stopping him. “I remember you were about to mention something to me in the bar before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“Right. So um…” Viktor had to think for a moment. He still had no idea what to say. But Vincent Dorang possessed little patience.
“Well? What was it then?” Vincent asked, growing impatient.
Viktor sighed. “Well Vincent. The thing is… I…” Viktor still couldn’t find the right words.
Now Vincent was starting to get angry, losing his temper quickly. He really wasn’t the patient type. “Look. If you’re just here to waste my damn time. then you’ve got another thing coming!” He shouted as he grabbed Viktors shirt collar. Chase carefully backed away, not wanting to get involved. “So if what you have to say is so important, Then just tell me already!” He shouted, holding up a fist.
“BUT THE DREAMS WITH THE TRAILS!” Viktor shouted in desperation.
Vincent loosened his grip “What?”
“The dreams where you’re always following this trail? And the trail just seems to go on forever? You have had them, haven’t you?” Viktor spoke, a nervous tone still in his voice.
Vincent Dorang let go of him completely and a sigh of relief could be heard from Chase in the background. “I… How the hell did you…” Vincent stuttered.
“It’s because I’ve had them too.” Viktor said.
Vincent still looked really confused “Then… How did you know exactly where to find me?”
“Well… I didn’t. But someone else did. And they told me to find you and a few others.”
“Could you explain more?” Vincent inquired.

So Viktor went on to explain the elementals to Vincent, what they told him, who else to find and further explained the trails and the fact that this wasn’t actually a dream. He even showed Vincent the note he had received for further confirmation.

“Well… I guess I should probably stick with you guys then” Vincent said, scratching his head.
“Good. Glad you were able to listen.” Viktor sighed, very relieved that he had managed to convince Vincent to come with him.
“So I take it we should probably meet with the Rezarks?” Chase added.
“Seems about right” Viktor responded “So any of you know where Pacific Current Auto is?”
“I’ve passed it before” Vincent said “And I remember where it is”
“Well then lead the way” Viktor offered, and shortly after, Vincent rode off on his bike, followed by Chase and Viktor, towards the next two to be involved in this destiny.

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Description

Viktor and Chase were both progressing through traffic, Chase being at the wheel of a dark green 2002 Toyota Supra. The trip was slow, but this was New York afterall. At least Chase lived farther near the outside of the city where it was less busy.
“This is the place” Chase said as he pulled into a parking space.
Viktor immediately took notice of a golden motorcycle sitting in the parking lot, closer to the entryway of the Tavern, and he quickly elbowed Chase, and pointed to it. The bike actually seemed to sit on some sort of large doubled up wheels, so it didn’t seem like much of a bike at all. And it was massive, it’s golden paint job reflected the midday sunlight spectacularly. Even its windshield had a tinted gold haze and the twin xenon lights on the front looked amazing. Viktor wasn’t even that big on automotive things but he couldn’t help but stare at how amazingly sleek this looked, Chase also stared at it just as much as him, with a similar awe-struck expression.
“Damn…” Chase uttered. “I guess you aren’t making stuff up.”
“Yeah… I guess I’m not.” Viktor muttered, questioning his own eyes.
“Well…. Go ahead and hop out and see if Mr. Dragon is there… I’ll be here.”
Viktor smirked and got out of the car, making his way towards the entrance. He took the opportunity and noticed the symbol on the front of the bike. “Oh… So that’s what Voltage makes… No wonder…”
He walked inside the bar and took note of the surroundings. Seemed like your average kinda place, nothing fancy or interesting. Viktor scanned the surroundings, there were people here and there, and then he saw who he was looking for, a crimson dragon sitting at the main bar at the far end. It wasn’t to hard to spot, he had wings and a tail. Two horns as well and some sort of short grey frill going down the back of his neck and was wearing faded jeans and a leather jacket. Kinda odd for this weather, even though it was late summer. It was farther up north and he must have been cold-blooded. Viktor made his way up to the front of the bar, surprisingly few people looked at him as he did so. He went ahead and sat on a stool next to the dragon. He took note that he had some sort of grey sideburns and had some black goggles with orange lenses propped up on his forehead. The dragon didn’t give Viktor a single glance and continued to lightly sip at his whisky, watching the overhead television which was broadcasting some news surprisingly, although the others were focused on sports, the one he was focused on was the one showing news. He sat there awkwardly for a moment, trying to think of something to say, he wasn’t amazing at starting a conversation, and this was a dragon he was going to have to talk to.
“Ok… How the hell am I going to start a conversation with this guy. I don’t even have the slightest idea as to what he likes… Maybe his bike?” Viktor thought to himself
“Is that gold bike out there your’s?” Viktor asked, directing his voice towards the crimson dragon next to him.
The dragon gave him a quick glance and nodded, not saying a word.
“Well…. It’s a really nice bike. I can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it before.” Viktor spoke again.
The dragon looked at him again, smiling slightly and setting his glass of whiskey down. “Thanks” He spoke “I’ve put alot into it.” His voice was deep with a slight rough edge.
Viktor nodded and smiled, realizing he was actually getting somewhere “So uh… What kinda bike is it?”
“It’s a Voltage Arachno HM” the crimson dragon told him, slight reminiscence of a smile still on his face.
“Voltage? Aren’t they getting really popular all of the sudden?”
“Yup. Especially among anthros.”
“I’ve noticed. Why is that?”
“Clearly you haven’t seen the inside of one.”
Viktor looked a bit confused. “Well… What’s on the inside.”
“They were smart enough to offer custom fitted seats for certain species of anthros. That helped out a lot of anthros and the fact that they’re willing to ignore the opinions of a lot of people out there is pretty great.”
Viktor nodded, realizing that it was actually a pretty big deal in a society like this to offer something like that. Clothing brands were one thing, but something as expensive as car seats was another. “That does sound pretty nice.” Viktor commented
“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t even be able to ride mine very well if the seat wasn’t fitted for my tail.” the dragon said, waving his tail slightly behind the stool as a slight example. He then took another sip of his whiskey.
A waiter at the bar walked up to Viktor and asked him if he wanted wanted anything. Viktor responded “Just a shot of vodka will do.” And the waiter walked off to fill a glass, quickly handing Viktor a small glass of the clear substance and a tab.
“Vodka huh?” The dragon said, a bit amused.
“Hehe. Yeah. Well you seem to enjoy whiskey a bit yourself.” Viktor said noting that the dragon had drained two shots of whiskey while they spoke. “How do you manage that much alcohol in one sitting? You don’t seem intoxicated at all”
The crimson dragon responded in an amused tone of voice “Well… The alcohol doesn’t really have an effect on me actually.”
“Really? How?”
“Dunno. It really just acts like fuel.”
“Like… Fire-breathing?”
The dragon laughed “Good guess. You're right about that right there. Hehe”
Viktor smirked “Well it’s a shame I don’t drink more myself.”
The dragon laughed a bit more “Ha. Oh I’m sure not drinking enough is the problem” He spoke sarcastically.
Viktor smiled and took his first sip out of the glass of Vodka. It was really dull and tasteless and it disappointed him. “Blech. This stuff is weak as hell”
The dragon gave an amused grin. “Well. This place ain’t exactly known for vodka. You should of gotten it mixed with something”
Viktor brushed the idea off. Plain vodka was just how he liked his and nothing else added. “Well this place doesn’t seem to be known for much period. Why do you even hang out here?”
“Eh…” The dragon shrugged “I guess I just hang out here to pass the time when I’m not working really.”
Viktor nodded then held out his hand “The names Viktor by the way. Viktor DeCane.”
The dragon shook his hand “Vincent Dorang. It’s been nice talking to ya Viktor.”
“So now his names been confirmed…” Viktor thought “Okay… Better get to the point”
He sighed and began to speak again. “Say Vincent? There’s something I need to-” His sentence was cut short by a loud and obnoxious voice behind him.
“Hey guys look! The scaly brought a furry friend with him!” said the obnoxious voice behind him and was followed by some snickers. Viktor turned to see a man wearing a sport jersey surrounded by two other men in some similar sporting attire.
Viktor narrowed his eyes and muttered to Vincent “Who the hell are these asswipes?”
Vincent shook his head in annoyance “Oh just my fanclub… Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t feel like dealing with their shit today.”
Viktor nodded in agreement “Same… I’ll get the check for both of us”
“You sure?”
“Yeah it’s fine,” Viktor said and set a 50 next to both of their tabs and they made their way past the three men, ignoring them. Then the one in the middle spoke again.
“Yeah go ahead and get your tailed asses out of here! Crawl back to the caves you belong in and take that overpowered tin can with you!”
Vincent stopped, eyes widened, an immediate look of anger upon his face. “If there’s one thing you don’t do… It’s insult my bike.” He spoke under gritted teeth and clenched his fists. Viktor heard the knuckles in each finger crack.
“Vincent? Ignore him. He’s just another asshole in a land of many. Getting a few hits in isn’t going to do anything except get us into trouble.” Viktor spoke softly, but solidly.
Vincent glared at Viktor angrily, but his fists eased up as he thought about what Viktor said. “Fine” He said, an angry tone still evident in that one word. He walked forward, slightly pushing Viktor out of the way and giving the men a second glance, only to see their smug faces that seemed to say that they had won something. He wanted to knock them all out, but he held himself back, replaying Viktor’s words in his head.
His thought process was cut short however as one of the men stomped on his tail, sending a quick jolt of pain. He turned around, facing the smug idiot that dared to step on his tail. The man’s smug expression disappeared as he saw the pure anger in Vincent’s eyes, his nostrils even starting to emit some smoke. Dorang took action and slugged the man in the face, one hearty blow across the jaw, knocking him out instantly, no time to react. The sound of the impact was solid and menacing. The guy flopped against a table, completely stunned. His friends stared, at Dorang, their dazed friend, and then back at Dorang. One of them lunged forward, swinging at Vincent, he caught his fist in mid air with one hand and land a low hit into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. The other landed a hit across Dorangs snout but he barely felt it, even though his nose started bleeding heavily. He retaliated with another swing across the man’s face, this was the one that had insulted him and his motorcycle earlier, it made the hit all the more satisfying to him. The final one of the trio sprawled across the ground, confused and a bit fearful now, questioning how he had been beaten by an “inferior species”. Vincent walked past Viktor out of the bar, a bit of blood dripping from his nostrils. Viktor just stared with an amazed expression. The fight had started and ended so quickly. Now he actually had a bit of fear for Dorang, but also a sense of respect at the same time, he slowly followed Dorang out, glancing back at the beaten up few in the bar, and seeing the stunned expressions of the others that had witnessed the fight, then he faced the door again and left, hoping not to be caught in any consequences of the recent brawl.

After they had left the bar, they met up with Chase who was just sitting and waiting in his green Toyota. Chase stared at Vincent who was surprisingly tall. Vincent just silently stared back, wiping the blood of his nose. Viktor shortly introduced Chase.
“Alright. Now that that’s out of the way let’s get out of here before anything else happens.” Viktor said.
“Wait, Viktor.” Dorang spoke, stopping him. “I remember you were about to mention something to me in the bar before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“Right. So um…” Viktor had to think for a moment. He still had no idea what to say. But Vincent Dorang possessed little patience.
“Well? What was it then?” Vincent asked, growing impatient.
Viktor sighed. “Well Vincent. The thing is… I…” Viktor still couldn’t find the right words.
Now Vincent was starting to get angry, losing his temper quickly. He really wasn’t the patient type. “Look. If you’re just here to waste my damn time. then you’ve got another thing coming!” He shouted as he grabbed Viktors shirt collar. Chase carefully backed away, not wanting to get involved. “So if what you have to say is so important, Then just tell me already!” He shouted, holding up a fist.
“BUT THE DREAMS WITH THE TRAILS!” Viktor shouted in desperation.
Vincent loosened his grip “What?”
“The dreams where you’re always following this trail? And the trail just seems to go on forever? You have had them, haven’t you?” Viktor spoke, a nervous tone still in his voice.
Vincent Dorang let go of him completely and a sigh of relief could be heard from Chase in the background. “I… How the hell did you…” Vincent stuttered.
“It’s because I’ve had them too.” Viktor said.
Vincent still looked really confused “Then… How did you know exactly where to find me?”
“Well… I didn’t. But someone else did. And they told me to find you and a few others.”
“Could you explain more?” Vincent inquired.

So Viktor went on to explain the elementals to Vincent, what they told him, who else to find and further explained the trails and the fact that this wasn’t actually a dream. He even showed Vincent the note he had received for further confirmation.

“Well… I guess I should probably stick with you guys then” Vincent said, scratching his head.
“Good. Glad you were able to listen.” Viktor sighed, very relieved that he had managed to convince Vincent to come with him.
“So I take it we should probably meet with the Rezarks?” Chase added.
“Seems about right” Viktor responded “So any of you know where Pacific Current Auto is?”
“I’ve passed it before” Vincent said “And I remember where it is”
“Well then lead the way” Viktor offered, and shortly after, Vincent rode off on his bike, followed by Chase and Viktor, towards the next two to be involved in this destiny.

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