It’s been several weeks since Ardul appeared through the Rift. Several weeks for her to get accustomed to this new and strange place. She … has for the most part.
After the engagement in Clearwater, she’d returned to base and her wing seen by a medic, who’d not commented on the scarring on her back and shoulders, but still hangs limply from her shoulder. She’d been offered healing from a mage, but had refused … somewhat vehemently.
That seen to, she’d found a tavern and is currently sitting in a corner strumming a guitar softly. There’s no sign of her armour, instead the blonde is dressed in trousers and a shirt. A jacket hung over the back of her chair.Taverns are the kind of place Hunter tends to be at when he’s not in his bot. Of course making sure the Gunwolf gets repaired and rearmed is definitely a priority so he’d come in late. Finding places with the facilities to do that is always a bit of a challenge even in semi-civilized parts like Clearwater. Fortunately, there had been a shop with the right lifts and some railgun ammunition from Dogwood lying around. So that’s taken care of.
He’s got a small, boxy device in one hand when he comes in. The display is in Wolfen, so it was clearly made for him, or at least for his kind. The music gets his ears to perk and he loosk up, curiously at the winged woman… then frowns slightly at her wing. She’s not going anywhere on that for a bit.
It’s not quite so easy to get Arduls armour repaired … or recharged. It’s tech is well beyond most on Rifts Earth.
The melody of the song being played is somewhat haunting. Different to the music that originated on Earth but with the influx of D-Bee’s that’s changed. Still it’s likely, this is her translation of a song from her homeland.
The tune swells slightly as the door opens and she looks up, a small smile softening the stern lines of her face, as her grey eyes light on the wolfen. Raising an eyebrow, she nods to the chair near hers … still playing, “Join me for a drink, Hunter? We earned it today, I think.”
She’ll check on his bot, in just a moment.Hunter finds a seat and sets down his little device. There’s a button that sets it on something that looks like a standby mode. Presumably.
“I’ll take a drink. Not driving anything tonight. Local healers couldn’t do your wing, mmm?” Or wouldn’t? Clearwater is friendly enough to D-Bees but… well yeah. Some people are handle this sort of thing better than others.
It takes a few moment more before the song reaches the end and the last chords fade. Drawing in a deep breath, Ardul puts the guitar aside, raising an eyebrow at the device and looks at the Wolfen in question “Haven’t seen that before. What is it? If I may ask…” She reaches for the jug on the table and pours him an … ale from it, which she slides over. Seems she had planned to be there a while.
“Medic did what they could, they weren’t overly familiar with physiology, so they were careful. Muscles strained and it requires a nights rest.” Hunter will know there’s a healing mage in town and should wonder why she only mentioned the medic.The wolfen eyes Ardul. “Mmmhmmm.” He says in a tone that says he knows there’s things she’s not telling him. He doesn’t press the matter though. He has no reason to do so.
“That? That’s a tracking device. Where did you learn to play? Guitar native to your home land?” It’d almost have to be since he has a sense that she’s never left it before now and she can hardly have learned to play in the few weeks she’s been here.
The ‘Mmmhmm’ gets a grey eyed glance and she shrugs. Fortunately she’s not been around enough magic for her natural distrust of it to show.
“Tracking device…” she looks at the device curiously. “… to track what? Demons?” If she’d noted the display and its language, she’s not saying.
The mention of the guitar has her looking down at the instrument before looking back to the Wolfen “Not … really. But I learned at home, yes. A different instrument, but similar enough. Helped to pass long nights in the barracks. Playing that it is.”“I see.” A lot of soldiers find passtimes like that, he’s found. Puzzles, writing letters, music. Anything to take the edge of being in situations that could very well kill you.
“Well it sounds rather nice.” Hunter signals for a drink and leans back. He doesn’t say anything more until it arrives and he’s had a drink.
“Mmmm? Demons? No, don’t need anything special to track those. I can do that with my radar on the bot.” Well, he can do that when his radar can see them.
“I’m sure you do…” Ardul murmurs, picking the instrument up and starting to play again. This song sounds discordant, but somehow it works even though its not likely for everyone. “… I should have chosen something like wood carving, then all I needed to carry was a knife. There were a number of times that carrying my instrument just couldn’t happen.”
“But thank you for saying. I’m still working out the differences and oft times it doesn’t sound so nice.” still, she seems a quick study. His reply to her question about the device gets a slightly amused look “So I figured … so what //does// it track, then?” It’s possible he doesn’t want to say and if he doesn’t, she’ll not press, but she //is// curious.“Mmmm well now that //would// be telling.” Hunter says as he glances down at the box. “It tracks signals of a particular nature. That’s why I’m in this area.” It’s a tantalizing little bit but Hunter doesn’t give any more than that. Perhaps he doesn’t want to say. He does seem to be a generally reserved kind of being when not fighting.
Granted he’s fighting a lot. And when he’s not fighting sometimes he’s not around at all… but in moments like these he’s a bit more sediate.
“Yes, it would.” Ardul agrees, glancing down at the box as well. Maybe it’s just her nature to be curious or maybe it’s that’s its technology that has her interest. Or maybe its him. With the blonde, who can tell? “If you were in this area because of it, did you find … whatever its tracking?” She’s still playing, although the music fades for a moment as she takes from her ale.
Not expecting an answer from the reserved Wolfen, she cants her head and continues the melody “Have you had any trouble from any more Cyborgs? I cracked their processing units when I was stripping the chassis’… their instructions were a little worrying.”“I’m still here, am I not?” That’s not yes, and it’s not no. It’s ‘draw your own conclusions’. Slightly maddening perhaps but Hunter does play things a bit close to the vest.
“No, no further trouble. What did you find from the cores?” She’d probably have heard of it if he’d had any more trouble. Or at least heard it. His manner of fighting is not subtle.
That answer gets another raised eyebrow “You are, but I could draw the conclusion it’s the company that’s keeping you here. That, or the fact that the bounties on demons has been increased.” Or it’s night and he needed to rest. Whatever it is, her answer is given in a lightly teasing tone. She knows he’s reserved and doesn’t open up easily, doesn’t mean she won’t prod him.
As to the other, she sighs softly and gazes off into the middle distance momentarily. “They were somewhat corrupted. Our weapons did a number on them, I’ve only recovered part … but it’s enough to make me worry. They were sent here to execute me, you heard that, I suppose. There was secondary programming, to target anyone near to me.” She uses //near// … but it’s likely that might mean ‘close to’ or ‘associated with’. “From their comms logs, I believe they got a communique off before we disabled them. They //saw// you.”“And then they saw me carve a hole in their chest with a laser gun.” Hunter snorts. “A feat that I am happy to repeat as often as is required to prove that trying to kill me is a bad idea.”
Well he’s certainly confident. Then again there are not many people alive who have his draw times or his accuracy. Of course it only takes one good shot to put him down, something which is not //necessarily// true of a cyborg.
“You said that before.” Ardul points out, a slight smile at the Wolfens confidence. “Don’t underestimate them, it’s all I’m asking. They may not try to kill you, next time.” They might try to use anyone to get to her. Why they want her so badly is a very good question. “And if they did, you might not even see them before they put a bullet … or laser bolt … in you.”
Her playing falters as she goes to say something more but changes her mind. It takes a moment or so for the melody to settle again, still dischordant, still haunting.
“Did you get Bot fixed up and replenished? I might need somewhere. My armour is charging from one of the cyborg power supplies but I might need to conduct some repairs in the morning.”“I’m rearmed, yes.” Hunter says simply. No use going through all the details. Brass tacks, as they say, is that he’s got enough ammunition and armor for another fight. Beyond that? Well if he’s thinking beyond that there’s no indication. What does a wolfen mercenary think of?
“That’s good to know.” His answer gets another amused from the blonde. She’ll go looking in the morning if she needs to. Somewhere around here might have the tools that she needs. Unlikely they’ll have the materials, so she’ll have to hack it. Tools and a workshop she can use would help.
“Well, I’m here for a while yet before I turn in. You’re welcome to join me for a meal. Or perhaps you need to go chase that signal of yours…” her eyes drop to the box for a moment before looking down to the guitar she’s still playing.
Whatever he decides, she’s not moving, yet.“Nothing good gets done in the dark. I’m here for dinner and then some rack time.” He means bed. Ardul’s been around Hunter long enough to have learned that at least. “If you’re staying for dinner I suppose we’ll wind up eating it together.” Since, you know, he ain’t moving.