by Taria » Tue Nov 05, 2024 4:26 pm
Crake listens to Nova's pondering as he shovels food into his mouth hungrily, he winces slightly as he shifts his body weight, reminding himself of the injuries along his back. Then he interjects, "Hey, you mind checking out my back and maybe pouring some water over it or something? I don't want it to get infected too badly." As he says this, Crake lifts the back of his shirt towards Nova to reveal three rough gouges of varying length going up towards his shoulders, looking pink and freshly wounded. However, instead of the normal scabbing process one might expect, upon closer inspection there appears to be skin-tone scales growing in from around the edges of the injury. While waiting on Nova's response Crake answers her question, “Yeah, I grew up in a place called Traver. Never felt like it was big enough for regular people to get by. I rather do more honest work out here, where the difference between people and monsters is more clear.”
Crake turns and takes the key as it’s offered to him by Scarlett and says, “Sweet, now I won’t need to get a new one.” He then keeps an eye on Vale as she comes over, guarding the gun strapped to his side. “Last time I gave you something, you tried to grab my gun. You know, in all my time running transport I can’t say anybody asked if the exiles actually made it there ok, I’m pretty sure we just get paid to make a problem disappear.” Despite his berating, Crake tosses his now empty bowl and spoon for Vale to use for her share, “The gun’s for shooting monsters, try not to be one of them.”
Mitch seems to be going through his supplies and taking inventory as Scarlett approaches him, meticulously counting things with his finger and finding just the right places for things. She asks him for some stories, and not even looking away from his task he says, “This ain’t the first time everyone’s up and disappeared on me. I used to live next to a giant. The Forest Deity, they called him. Creepy thing used to watch over the village and squash monsters and shit, and my people would give em offerins’s and the like. I didn’t like it, I lived out away on my own. One day while I was hunting, I came back to the village and everybody was just gone. No fight, no battle, just vanished. Never went back there again.”
After getting all of his things back together and looking up at the sky Mitch announces in a slightly louder voice, I reckon it’s time to move. Any y’all can stay here if you want, but I’m not sticking around where there’s no food.” Mitch waits briefly on the others to get their things together, his stance announcing his readiness to leave with or without them.
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