To the north of Taniguchi lands lies those belonging to the Vess family. They’re knights, like the Taniguchi’s, of similar length but less distinguished (or infamous, depending on your point of view) lineage. The principle town of the Vess fief is a little hamlet of about three hundred souls called Alston which houses most of the farmers and laborers that work the lands and by an accident of geography it lies closer to the Taniguchi manor than it does to the Vess Bunker-Mansion being as it is in the southwest corner of the territory.
Consequently there are times when word will arrive from the town to the Taniguchi lands about some problem which lies at least partly in their jurisdiction. Today the reports have come in of a monster lurking by a bonfire in a fallow field bordered by a copse of trees. The message had arrived first at the Trent Factory – the messenger had gotten lost – and Jericho had sent word to the Taniguchi Manor before leaving with a squad of CorSec and a crack sniper team to see what was what.
“Well?” He murmurs to his men as they lay unobserved in the deepening twilight in a ditch about six hundred yards away.
“It looks like a bird, sir. Well, birdman.” The spotter says, peering through an electro-optical scope. “Should we shoot it?”
“What’s it doing?” Jericho says, looking in the direction of the bonfire.
“Cooking, I think sir. It may have just singed its feathers.”
The factor snorts quietly. “Wait for the Taniguchi’s to arrive before we do anything.”
Brother Devan Read, very lost Monk in exile, is roasting some tiny fishes he caught in a nearby stream. ..Okay he’s attempting to roast them. Usually he just eats them but it has not escaped his notice that people cook a lot back at the inn so he’s decided to give it a try. Seven burned into inedible charred husks later and he’s started to get the hang of it. After catching a wing feather alight for the third time in fifteen minutes, the monk pauses to tuck his wings up under his robe. It takes some time to do this and finally, all settled, Devan turns back to the fish and gasps in dismay.
“Oh. Oh no. Dear dear dear me. My lunch.” Large dark eyes gaze up at the sky. “Actually, it would have been dinner at this point. You could have told me that I was burning it again you know!” The owlman turns, hands on his thin hips and seems to glower at the empty air to the west of his tiny camp. After a moment of listening he just snorts and turns away and begins the process of salvaging any of the fish that aren’t completely charred to the sticks.
Natsuki’s had more than enough to keep her busy lately and this interruption isn’t particularly welcome. She considered sending a squad of Bannerman along with Baldur but had a sense that she probably should be there.
As the Taniguchi vehicle pulls up, the doors open and the Bannermen deploy, as Natsu slides out from the passengers seat. “What have we got, Mister Trent?” She gestures to Baldur to join her and for the others to hold position.
She’s dressed in sturdy boots that rise above her knees, leggings and a jacket with a blouse. She could almost be out riding in another time.
If Baldur had known that he might have been hurt to think that he wasn’t trusted. But then again he’s only been under the employ of the Taniguchis for less than two weeks, so it would be reasonable caution. No such things are on his mind at the moment as he hops out as soon as their ride’s come to a halt. Oh, he can get used to this! When’s the last time anyone’s ever let him go for a ride?
Oh right, business.
Sauntering after Natsuki, the cyborg’s rugged outfit seems perfect for an outdoor jaunt. So far no one’s asked him why he even bothers wearing clothing, let alone leather armor even though the latter is purely for aesthetic reasons. …okay, the whole ensemble pretty much is. Orange glowing optics twitch towards the squad that’s arrived before them. “Heeeey~” he greets casually, like he was invited to a barbecue and not some unidentified creature stake-out.
Presumably such a venerable member of the Dogwood Armored Infantry can be trusted… buuuuut cyborgs have been known to get a bit soft in the head as they age, so perhaps that factored into Natsuki’s decision.
Jericho’s Corporate Security detachment are in matte digital patterned grey and black ceramic armor and the clothing that is visible – which isn’t much – isn’t much, is similarly camouflaged. Their weapons are immaculately maintained and they have a bearing about them that the vast majority of soldiers with the exception of a particular breed of professional mercenary, lacks. It’s an interesting contrast to the Taniguchi bannermen who are farmers first and soldiers second. CorSec are soldiers first, last and only.
As Natsuki and Baldur approach he turns and motions to them, maintaining silence. They’re more than a quarter mile away from Devan but it’s still a good idea. Sound carries, especially at night.
“Looks like a D-Bee, not a demon.” Jericho says simply. Which doesn’t mean Devan isn’t in trouble. There are plenty of unfriendly D-Bees. “He’s definitely trespassing but I don’t think he knows that. So far he’s cooking. He’s set himself on fire three times, so he’s not great at it. He’s not visibly armed.”
“Movement, sir.” The CorSec spotter says. “In the treeline behind the bird-entree-thing.”
Jericho half turns. “What is it?”
“Not sure y- Hellboar.”
“Shoot it.” Jericho snaps a bit louder than perhaps he intended. Hellboars are either very large demon-pigs or D-Bees that look like very large demon pigs. Either way they combine the temper and stubbornness of a boar with a hide that can take a hundred conventional bullets and not even be scratched.
The sniper lines up his shot and fires. A blue-white ion bolt whizzes past Devan’s shoulder and strikes the Boar which squeals in rage. It’s hurt, and hurt badly, but it isn’t down and if it doesn’t take it’s anger out on Devan it may go looking for whomever shot it. Which means it might be a good thing Baldur is here.
Devan will be ashamed to admit later when he retells this tale to his friend that he screamed like a little a girl and nearly messed himself when there he was minding his own business cooking this great meal when all of a sudden a firefight erupted and something hot and blazing whizzed right past his shoulder and hit the.. the.. Devan falters amidst his tale construction.
“Wh-what is it!?” He squeals in alarm upon spotting the hellboar and attempts to hastily back away beneath the safety of the trees, instead, trips over a rock, falls into the fire, screams much louder than a little a girl and runs and dives headfirst into he stream, rolling and making lots of little owlnoises of distress and floppy wet robe smacking rock sounds. All with the scent of burned and wet feathers filling the air along with whatever a pissed off hellpig sounds like.
Natsuki hadn’t been thinking in those terms about Baldur. It really was a feeling she’d had that she should be here. She’d already complemented Baldur on his clothing and how it looked. It was rather amazing, what he’d done.
She settles besides the Factor, looking across at him, just slightly taller than he and then out into the clearing. She doesn’t need to be told to be quiet, she knows that sound carries.
Her Bannermen don’t look quite as impressive as either the Cyborg or Jericho’s CorSec. Still they’re smartly turned out in armour that nearly matches Trent’s CorSec.
As the shot is taken, the part-elf doesn’t flinch. She still doesn’t flinch when hellboar squeals. It’s Devan’s screaming that breaks that composure and she starts, letting out a soft gasp. “What th—” She’s not going to move, there’s CorSec and Bannerman around her. Surely she’s safe here….
It’s hard being completely inconspicuous when your eyes and the inside of your mouth glows. Baldur cocks his head, then moves to peer over the lip of the trench towards their apparent quarry.
“Huh. Lost, then? So uh, you got protocols for illegal occupation of space and bad camping skills?” At least he speaks in a lower volume, so the ‘borg’s not a complete lost cause for stealth. He might be snickering a little, although he perks as one of Trent’s men spots something. “Uh-oh.” His optics track the shot as it goes flying. “Ooh, nice shot!” He mostly says that because of how close it had been to the bird-faced D-Bee. “…maybe you should’ve aimed a little more to the left,” he adds, seeing as how the hellboar’s still able to move- and really mad now.
Baldur’s leveled himself up along the trench’s ridge, braced against the ground with his arms like some overeager kid that’s scrambled part-a-ways over a wall to get a better view of the action. “Ho-ho!! Lookit this guy! Did he just-? He seriously fell into his own campfire. Wow. That’s just…okay, I kinda feel sorry for him.” It occurs to him that the D-Bee is going to fail horribly at getting away from the dangerous but wounded hellboar. Even then, he’s already leaped up the rest of the way, his limbs already moving while his brain’s finalizing its decision. One of his pistols finds its way into hand, lancing off a green-tinged bolt towards the boar-thingy, and not without an ecstatic “Pew-pew!” from Baldur. “Hey Bird-Guy! Over here!”
Whether or not the ‘Bird Guy’ comes, the Hellboar certainly heard the shout and it’s attention fixes firmly on Baldur. It charges. Which is impressive because it is, after all, better than a quarter mile away. But it appears to be coming at a dead sprint.
Jericho makes a silent gesture to his people and they also move out of the trench, weapons at high ready as they fan out actually quite a long ways to Baldur’s left. As the boar closes they open fire, ruby lasers scoring into the things hide. It hurts it, but no single shot is enough to put it down. It’s making right for Baldur. Fifty yards. Thirty. Ten…
At least Devan is probably alive? Though that may change if he’s still here when the Dogwoodites are done with the Hellboar.
Devan manages to fish himself out of the stream. He heard Baldur’s shout to come his way and while the Machine..man? Oh spirits! It’s a machine man! looks very interesting.. perhaps.. friendly.. after a fashion.. those have to be Dogwood people behind him. They remind the monk far too much of his first encounter with those people. They are very eager to shoot innocent monks like himself out of the sky. He must have wandered too far. Perhaps that hellish beast was a gift from the spirits. He can sneak away.. quietly, through the trees until he finds a place to fly from and go back to his new home!
The monk is doing just that while the others prepare to fight, sneak/crawling all wet and sodden into the brush. That one guy did save him though.. perhaps.. he should look back and make sure the machine fellow makes it out okay. Devan twists and bends in the undergrowth until he can peer back to see what’s happening.
The monk might be trying to sneak away, but Natsuki’s Captain is already moving the men. Half string out on the other side Baldur and open fire and it’s still not enough to stop the beast. The other half are watching the Birdman and are moving his direction, circling round to keep him from fleeing. “Halt and identify yourself.”
They’ll be guiding him back towards the Factor and the Estate Manager.
Dang, but that thing moves pretty fast despite taking those shots! Baldur skids to a halt, twisting around to try running in the other direction. Wait, no, that’s a terrible idea! That’d just end up putting everyone else in more danger if he just headed back that way. As he wrestles with these immediate life decisions, Baldur becomes aware of the heavy thudding of hooves just behind him. “Aw hell,” he mutters, turning to brace himself just as the beast slams into him.
He realizes belatedly that he’s doing this all wrong, but he hasn’t got a red cape. At the moment he’s dug his feet in, his free hand gripping a tusk- they got tusks, right? and the other arm bracing with his forearm since he’s still gripping his pistol. “Rrrrrghhh…!! Worst…idea…ever!!” Wait, is it just him or is this crazy thing slowing down? “Whoa, hey watch it!” he shouts back at the others that are firing at the boar yet. True they have good aim but it’s still nerve-wracking getting caught between crossfire. At least the boar presents a large target! Provided he can get his pistol back into position before the thing jerks its head or something, the cyborg attempts a shot between its eyes.
The boar is actually pretty injured right now. For all that it hasn’t gone down yet it’s running of rage and adrenaline and trying to trample Baldur so that it can pound him into a thick metal based paste before it expires. Now it’s stuck in a wrestling match it doesn’t want and weakening quickly as the CorSec pours laser fire into it.
Does anyone else smell bacon?
Jericho himself has drawn a pistol but rather than simply shooting he’s putting deliberate shots into its legs. It goes down onto three. Then two.
Baldur should be able to finish it now.
As for Devan… he might not be able to get away unless he wants to try running from armed men through an open field.
Devan’s head turns all the way around and he boggle eyes the captain. “Br-br-Brother Devan Read. I’m a Monk. A very, very lost monk.” Maybe the spirits would hide him but he’d have to ask and then these people might shoot him anyway before he can be hidden. He’s learned they also do not like magic or things they perceive as magic.
He’s hesitant to go with them but he does want to see about the person who tried to save him. Or persons? It all happened so fast?! The only whisper urging him to flee is the one that is always trying to get him killed so Devan decides to hop a long, making himself appear as small and nonthreatening as possible. It isn’t hard really, he has no weapons, his feathers and robe are wet and covered with mud and he’s only around five feet when standing fully erect. Right now he’s hunched down to around four feet. Shufflehoptinylittlehoothoothoot of nervousness. See? Just a silly lost little monk. No danger at all! One eye keeps peeking up to watch the giant hellbeast being dealt with. “Oooh no! He’s under that monster!” Devan gasps in alarm when he catches sight of Baldur.
“You are on Taniguchi lands and trespassing. Come with us.” The Captain of these Bannerman is curt but not rude and he’s not displaying how he feels about the Owl Man. “Miss Taniguchi will want to speak with you and decide what to do.”
That might sound ominous Devan and he’s seen how well those rifles they’re carrying will work.
The owlman soon finds himself herded back towards the group. “You owe me ten gems. I told you the cyborg would get in trouble, first fight out.” Devan hears that said softly from one of the two Bannermen behind him.
Back with Jericho, Natsu hasn’t moved. Holding herself tall while the boar rolls Baldur. The only sign of consternation she gives is a rub of her forehead and a quiet, “He’ll want more clothes, I’m sure of it.”
He can feel the pressure ease off from his arms as the boar-beast falters. It takes him a moment to get his legs unlocked from the position they’d ground themselves in, but Baldur hasn’t completely released his grip on the creature. “Nighty-night,” he says, pressing his laser pistol to the hellboar’s noggin, squeezing the trigger.
…man, he misses bacon.
Stumbling back and away from the creature, Baldur, tries to make up for his loss of style points with a flip and twirl of his gun before he slides it back into its holster. He dusts himself off, looking more concerned about his boots than anything else before his glowing gaze flicks back towards the others. No reason to be all quiet now, right?
“I’M FINE, THANKS!” he calls out. You know, just in case anyone forgot to ask. That’s totally it, right?
His movement’s a bit jerky the first few steps he takes, but they smooth out as he makes his way back towards Natsuki and the others, his optics skimming the bannermen for the bird-guy. “Soooo….now what?”
Jericho quirks a brow at the cyborg. Apparently he’s fine. Which is good to know. He doesn’t know what kind of contract the man has with the Taniguchis but repairing cyborgs is expensive…
Another silent gesture sends two of his men to make sure the Hellboar is down for the count (it is) and the rest circling Devan, who now finds himself at the center of an array of pointy and blasty things.
They take trespassing seriously here. He may wonder what the punishment for littering is…
“How am I supposed to know when I’m trespassing when no one in this insane world can read?! There are no signs, there are no fences or flower field markings, there’s nothing but wild wilderness full of things that want to do you harm.” The owlman blurts while staring at a specific empty spot on the ground. “Even monks can’t travel unmolested.” He wilts as he says the last and huddles down to hugs his knees with one arm and brush bits of grass and twigs from his robe with his free hand.
The monk doesn’t seem to have anything on himself aside from the the now very askew brown linen robe and a pair of leather gauntlets. “I am sorry for trespassing unwittingly and thank you Noble Sirs…” His head cranes around to find Baldur and then Jericho who shot first. “For saving from that creature. I was unaware of it’s presence.” Devan’s eyes narrow. That is a thing he will be discussing later with certain spirits, for sure. Then widen again. “I have nothing to offer you great lady but my sincerest apologies.” He looks at Nat this time. He doesn’t even have anymore of the little fishes. “I did not catch those fish on your lands though. I brought them with me from my.. my new city.” Maybe better not to mention the name of that city to these people.
“I’m glad you are, Mister Baldur.” Natsu says dryly “Is there any damage to your systems?” Please let him say no. Natsu doesn’t want to explain to Zelda how the nice shiny new Cyborg needs repairing because of a Boar and an Owl.
“Brother Devan Read, Miss Taniguchi, Mister Trent.” The Bannerman reports with a credible salute before falling back, leaving Devan at the end of several rifles.
“Brother Read. I am Natsuki Taniguchi, Estate Manager for House Tanguchi and I’m not a Lady. You may address me as Miss.” She sighs softly as he sinks to his knees and looks to Jericho with a quirked eyebrow. “All lands north of the border, which is well marked, I will add, are owned by one Family or another. You would do well to remember to that. What were you doing on my lands? And don’t say cooking.”
There’s a possibility in her mind, that Devan has been contracted by Jarvin and is here to kill Jericho and take her. Or kill them both. But that possibility is lessening more and more as she watches and listens. But still, Jarvin has proven tricky in the past.
“What is the penalty for trespassing, Mister Trent?” Natsu knows but having someone else say it, should impress the gravity of the situation.
“Depends on House law. For your House, I believe the minimum penalty is confiscation of assets and confinement until such time as a Lord or Guild Master shall vouch for their release. Of course, I doubt Brother Devan has a lord or guildmaster, so it would be confinement at your discretion. Unless aggravated by other circumstances such as resisting, in which case the penalty is forfeiture of life or limb.”
That Jericho knows that should not be a surprise. Of course he doesn’t think that Devan is really at risk for that. D-Bees wander over the border often enough for it to not be very surprising. The ones that survive doing so generally are turned away or, in the case of slightly kindlier Lords, bundled off to the Vesper border. However a fair number are shot. The number of D-Bees who cross the borders and are not hostile is far less than the number that are… though this tends to be true in most places and not just here.
“Well fought Baldur. Not too damaged I hope?” Jericho adds to Natsuki’s concerned questioning.
Baldur’s busy testing his joints, lifting one leg up, then the other, flexing his arms. “Wha? Oh, um.” He glances at Natsuki and then Jericho, nearly falling over as his distraction costs him his balance, quickly righted with a few awkward steps. “Damage? Erm, no, I think. Maybe a little stiff from being locked up. Should be fine.” He’s pretty sure. Mostly.
That sure is a funny place for the D-Bee to be. Scratching his head, the cyborg looks down at the owl-man huddled there in his murmurings. “Eh, you’re welcome. Probably could’ve done that a lot better. Aaand~~ not like there are a whole lotta cities around here,” he comments, the latter towards Devan.
Devan glowers at the ground but chooses to remain silent. He was cooking. If she doesn’t want to hear that then he has nothing else to tell her. He’d seen nothing like a boundary such as his people use them but he’d been rather easily distracted by the spirits earlier. Next time he goes exploring, if there is a next time, he’s going in the direction of the scary smelly place with the large creatures. It’ll be safer. Or at least, less rude.
At least he can take satisfaction in knowing the spirits will avenge him if these people murder him. Not because they care about him but because they’ll be annoyed over the loss of their favorite toy. He really must find some new, better, spirit companions. Really.
The monk returns his attention to the people talking and then shrugs. “I am a wandering Monk of the Order of Whispers. I have no lord, no master or house or assets. I have nothing. Nothing but this robe. The fish I had were a gift. I have no coin, no books, no gems. I don’t understand why you’d want to keep me here when your entire problem seems to be that you don’t want me here in the first place but I can hardly stop you so..” Devan shrugs. If they ever have a problem putting their dead to rest he wishes them luck. He’s not planning on returning to help with it. If anything at this point he’d… probably better stop thinking and just wait.
“Thank Mister Trent.” Natsuki inclines her head in his direction, letting out a slow breath as she does. It’s not a surprise he knows it, he seems to have made it his business to know a number of things. When Baldur starts to topple, she actually winces.
“Why don’t you … sit down for a moment, Mister Baldur and tell me what you think of our visitors purpose here?”
Baldur would have been briefed by the House Captain about Natsu’s problems with the stalker and know that they’ve close to hurting her and Jericho a number of times. He’ll also know that it seems the stalker has ties to Vesper and is possibly using magic to get to her.
“Who were the fish a gift for given you were out here, not knowing where here was?” It’s unlikely that Natsu will confine the Owlman, but she needs to be sure. Sure this one wasn’t sent after her. “We would keep you here, Brother Read, if you meant any of mine harm. Why did you come out this way? What or who were you looking for?” Jericho gets another glance, Natsu silently asking his opinion. It’s possible this one really was just wandering.
“Know what, that sounds like a fine idea,” Baldur agrees, looking down at the ground before not quite collapsing into a seated position. Well, at least this way he can have a better look at Devan at eye level. A hand reaches out ever so slowly, a metal finger extended to lightly poke at the feathered D-Bee in robes.
“What I think? Well… Obviously he’s a hazard to himself. I mean, if he were wanting to harm anyone, it’d probably be a fluke. Can’t say I’ve heard of this Order of Whispers. That sounds mysterious right there, but…” He fixes Devan with another look before shaking his head. “…not to be rude or nothin’, but you don’t really strike me as a…monk. Unless it’s a cover? …for being a bad cook.”
Jericho sighs and folds his arms. He shrugs in answer to Natsuki’s silent question. Half of the things that come across the border will kill a man as soon as look at him. Most of the other half will chat a man up for a few minutes before ripping his face off and repurposing it as a tea cozy. The people of Dogwood developed an antipathy towards otherworldly visitors for exactly that reason. It’s possible in a way that is difficult to discount that Devan is only putting on a show before attacking. Which is why his people haven’t lowered their weapons.
“In other words, you’re an utter unknown and while it would be nice to take you at your word, that’s how a lot of people get killed. Are you from Vesper and can you prove it?” Being from Vesper would be a good thing at this point. It would make Read a known quantity, one that could be dealt with without violence.
It takes Devan a minute to follow Nat’s words and he blinks large eyes at her in confusion..then at Baldur. Well at least they treat him well. “I don’t.. Ooh. They were a gift to me. Before I left my city. A fisherman’s wife, I helped her and she gave me the fish for if i got hungry while I was out. I didn’t intend to wander onto another’s lands or even as far as I did but it’s my wings, I flew some of the way and then I was..”
Devan hesitates for a long moment, his creamy pale beak turns pink. “I was chased. By a pack of noisy angry little demon monsters with teeth and eyes and claws and fur and tails.” It was totally a couple of dogs, cute little hounds belonging to some woodsman’s children but Devan does not know the difference. “I took to the air again and then landed a safe distance away…Oh. Perhaps that is why I did not see the markers.” The owlman covers his face with one hand. “I am new to this world, I was not looking for anyone. Just to learn of my surroundings. It is very very very very very.” Devan pauses for a long breath. “Very different than the monastery I called home. My new home in Vesper. I have a room in an Inn run by a incredibly handsome and terrifying woman named Gran. She would know me maybe, or the friend who lives in the room next to mine and brought me to the Inn. Or perhaps a Knight that stays there sometimes. I have forgotten his name. He was..imposing.” Devan quiets again. “I only didn’t mention it because I was told you people didn’t like Vesper. I would rather not be joining the spirits today.” They are assholes. At the moment anyway.
“I. See.” Natsu watches Jericho fold his arms and sighs herself, “Well, we can verify that. We are familiar with Gran’s and the woman who runs it.” the part-elf has spent some time in the city. “Demons are a problem out here. It doesn’t surprise you encountered some.”
There’s no way that Natsu would consider they were puppies. Demons are a way of life for the Estate Manager.
“The people of Dogwood don’t like many things.” Natsu’s eyebrows rise as Baldur pokes at the Owlman. “Vesper is one of them. D-Bee’s are another.” and yet here she stands, pointed ears and all, Estate Manager to one of the houses.
“I do not think he poses a threat, Mister Trent. Do you? Captain, get this man a drink of water.” The House Captain rolls his eyes, just a little bit, and turns to the transport returning soon with a canteen of water.
The cyborg has little to say on the topic of Vesper. He doesn’t even like saying its name, but then he has his reasons. He makes a sound like a snort, clearly a mimicry of one given his physiology, choosing to focus on something else. “Pfeh, demons. Sounds like you got off lucky with those,” he notes, also blissfully oblivious to Devan’s problems with everyday life.
He lifts his head, optics twitching between Natsuki and Jericho. It’s Natsuki’s call in the end. When she asks for water to be given to Devan, Baldur can’t help but chuckle a little. “Don’t drown now.”
“Vesper is not wildly popular here no…” Jericho says dryly. “But we do not generally shoot people from it. Which I should think, from your end of the rifle, would be a rather important distinction.” The factor motions to his CorSec to begin clean up. They sling arms and begin to move off. They’ll have to break down the Hellboar for one. It won’t do to just leave it here.
And no, it’s not going to be bacon.
Devan shudders at the mention of demons. It’s insane. This entire world is utterly insane, and those yappy little four legged giant-nosed creatures doubly so! He looks pathetically grateful at the canteen and the man who hands it to him, tipping his head backward and dribbling water carefully into his beak a bit at a time before carefully handing it back.
Devan watches Baldur but doesn’t seem to mind being poked and proded. Or even chided about drowning, (though his beak turns pink again at the reminder) He’s as curious about the machine he just isn’t going to touch when alllll the guns are pointed at him and besides it would be rude, right? Maybe not. He kinda likes being petted a little, Devan does. Depending on who is doing the petting… but Baldur seems okay. He did save him from that hellbeast. “Thaaaaank yoouuuuuu.” The monk whispers fervently to everyone and no one at all as the weapons stop being pointed at him.
Almost all the weapons. Natsu’s left with Jericho, Baldur and two Bannermen who keep their weapons to hand. They’re not taking any chances with this D-Bee. “This is true, Mister Trent. Well Brother Read, I will take you on your parole. You are free to leave, once you have quenched your thirst.”
The other Bannermen go to help Jericho’s CorSec, being farmers they might be a little more skilled at dismember the creature. Maybe.
“Mister Baldur, when you have finished there.” Yes, Natsu’s seen it and she saw his response to Vesper. Whilst many from Dogwood today have a strong response, those of her Grandfathers generation and before had stronger. Baldur’s seems on par with that. “we will head back.”
“Mister Trent, thank you again, for your quick response.” Dark eyes land on him and she smirks a little. “I rather like a quick man….”
“Hey, I want one of those tusks!” Baldur calls after the CorSec as he points, watching them move to take care of things. If anyone gives him an odd look as to that request he’ll respond with a shrug and a “What?”
Natsuki is given another glance, followed by a nod. Ceasing his curious poking at the owl monk, the cyborg seems to decide he’s done with sitting and pushes himself to his feet. “Nuh, maybe I need a tune-up. Or some grease. Ah, I’m gettin’ old,” he mutters to himself as he stretches out a bit.
“You be careful out there, monk,” he offers Devan before he turns to join the others back at the awaiting vehicle. Not before adding a low “oooooh~~” as he catches the half-elf’s comment towards Jericho. Over ninety and he acts like a seven-year old sometimes.
Devan whispers a thanks to Natsu, a very happy, heartfelt thanks! and slowly gets to his feet. He’s turned around and taken two steps away when his head craaaaanes back around to look at Nat again. The monk blinks. Interesting. He’s got to learn more about how the people do things! Especially since he now knows that eating houses are something entirely different in this world than he first thought. This isn’t the place or the time to learn more though.
“Thank you, you too.” The owlman murmurs to Baldur. He’s just going to go home now and get cleaned up and hang his robe out to dry and then maybe hide under his friend’s bed to sleep because today was entirely too scary for errant on the run from everything baby monks. Oh, and that spirit, the one that told him he’d definitely find something cool and familiar if he just landed and walked around for a little bit, yeah, that one? Tomorrow he’s sending it on and it can totally kiss feathered butt goodbye. …Devan yelps and hops weirdly as he head away, trying hard not to grab his rear end.
An unidentified D-Bee trespasser prompts a response from Dogwood, and turns into a barbecue gathering.
May 19, 2410