( He tries not to project it too loud in his body language, but his first thought is: oh, thank god. To say he's rusty would be an understatement — and it will be for at least a couple years, until Sam starts dating Eileen. He'll start brushing up on it more then, but that's not gonna do him any good right now.
She starts spelling things out in the dirt, and he approaches — hesitantly, warily, hands still mostly up and hovering around chest-height so she can see them. One slow step after another, until he's close enough and angled right to easily read.
Soldier Boy?
Weird way to phrase the question, but okay. )
No, not exactly. Not a soldier. I'm a hunter. ( But it ain't the first time somebody's gotten the vibe from him. Happens, when you're the kid of a marine and you do what he does for a living. Given how wary she seems of him, he sees fit to clarify: ) Monsters.
( Not people. He's not into the Most Dangerous Game. The rifle strapped to his back and the sword on his hip — and, you know, the other daggers stashed on his person — aren't for humans.
Or supes, not that he knows — though frankly, ninety percent of people who get pulled through have powers of some kind. He's the lame, rare exception to that rule. He just knows that the first week or so after arrival, powers or not, people tend to be weak. He couldn't just leave some Portal Flu'd newbie to walk a strange road alone, knowing what's out there to potentially harass her. )
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She starts spelling things out in the dirt, and he approaches — hesitantly, warily, hands still mostly up and hovering around chest-height so she can see them. One slow step after another, until he's close enough and angled right to easily read.
Soldier Boy?
Weird way to phrase the question, but okay. )
No, not exactly. Not a soldier. I'm a hunter. ( But it ain't the first time somebody's gotten the vibe from him. Happens, when you're the kid of a marine and you do what he does for a living. Given how wary she seems of him, he sees fit to clarify: ) Monsters.
( Not people. He's not into the Most Dangerous Game. The rifle strapped to his back and the sword on his hip — and, you know, the other daggers stashed on his person — aren't for humans.
Or supes, not that he knows — though frankly, ninety percent of people who get pulled through have powers of some kind. He's the lame, rare exception to that rule. He just knows that the first week or so after arrival, powers or not, people tend to be weak. He couldn't just leave some Portal Flu'd newbie to walk a strange road alone, knowing what's out there to potentially harass her. )