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Who: Apollo and WHOEVER COMES TO HER.
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|

Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.

Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?

Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"

A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.

She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.

"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."

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Ever since having escaped from the city Bruce has made an effort to be more careful in how he goes around - once was already bad enough, and Bruce had no desire to go through that whole thing a second time. Especially with the risks it involved for him.

Still, there was really only so long he could hide in the sanctum and thrive off meat without his stomach rebelling in some fashion (though it was really more of him than his stomach, per se), so eventually Bruce had to venture back out once more into the world, finding something that was most decisively not meat.

...which is how he found Apollo, barely dressed and apparently trying to find food in the river. Not exactly a sight that would faze him, considering the parts of Earth he had been to, but still not something he expected to happen right there and then.

"You probably would have better luck further upstream. They tend to congregate more there."

She hears a voice and immediately she's waving her hand in his direction and shushing him. At the moment she doesn't even realize it's someone she's met before - all she knows is that someone is trying to talk to her when she's in the zone. There's a fish nearby, she knows there is, and after a few more seconds of intense concentration, Apollo suddenly plunges both hands into the water.

With an excited shout and flap of her wings, a few seconds later she pulls a fish from the river, one hand stuck in the thing's mouth while she tries to keep a grip on it with the other as it fights and flops against her.

"FUCKIN' FISH, YES!" And then once she's done with her triumphant scream of success, she does finally look Bruce's way, and smiles when she recognizes him. "Sorry sugar, what wereya sayin' about upstream?"

Bruce doesn't take the gesture to heart, having been in a similar situation before but mostly generally knowing what its like to have somebody break your momentum. It's never really a good thing.

As it is, he just watches quietly as Apollo aims, and then manages to gank out a fish from the stream, which is admittedly an impressive thing to watch. Or at least, impressive in the way of how excited Apollo is. It's a feeling he can relate to as well.

"It's nothing," he replies, shaking his head just slightly and managing a smile. "Congrats on your hunt, as they say."

It doesn't even matter that this isn't her first catch of the day, she's always excited when she manages to snag a fish with her bare hands. Blame it on thrill of the hunt, or something.

"Thanks." She answers with a smile of her own, starting to head back to the shore as the fish continues to struggle, albeit with a bit less force now. Apollo keeps a good grip on it though, so when she finally steps out of the water she still has her prize firmly in hand. "So hey, whatcha doin' out here, huh? You lookin' to go fishin' too or what?"

He makes it a point to step back a bit as Apollo comes out from the stream, giving her some space since she is in her underwear. Even if she didn't mind, it was still only polite. Or at least it made himself feel better.

"No, I think I've had enough of meat for a while." And he didn't even eat that much as well, since he hadn't transformed at all recently. Which was something that was hopefully going to continue. "I was just looking for fruits and stuff like that. Something that isn't meat-related, hopefully."

Honestly she could be butt naked and she still wouldn't give a shit. Still though, she doesn't mind (or even really notice) that Bruce backs up a bit to give her space.

"Yeah, an' what's wrong with meat?" The fact that maybe he's just tired of it doesn't even cross her mind, mostly because her diet includes a lot of delicious dead animals. Especially fish, if the little pile she has is any indication. "Guess fruit's alright too, though. You find anythin' edible yet? Seen some berries 'round but I dunno if they'd kill me or not."

There's a small laugh at the first question, since he supposes it does sound a little weird when he put it out like that. "Nothing's wrong with it. I just wanted a change, that's all." He'll probably return to it one day when he actually transforms, but Bruce would like to delay that for as long as possible - for obvious reasons, of course.

Still, her words were certainly appreciated. Bruce inclines his head at the next bit that she says, listening to them. "I'll take a look later. Hopefully they will be, though." He still didn't know much about the fauna and flora of Azeroth, but it was a learning process, he supposed.

"Weird." She's just teasing. Sort of. It's always kind of weird to her when someone doesn't like or want meat, but that's likely because the gryps are such avid lovers of all things meat and even with her small gryp percentage, she definitely follows their diet. "Was gonna offer you a fish once I get these tasty fucks fried, but I 'spose I'll give what woulda been yours to Metalhead."

Tossing her latest catch on top of the pile, Apollo then stretches out her little wings and begins to shake them out. Along with her head, arms, and legs - so Bruce might want to back up a little more if he doesn't want to stay in the splash zone.

Once she's done, Apollo looks to him again. "Y'sure you don't want a fish, though?"

Apollo certainly isn't the first person who's said that to him. Bruce is more than used to it by now, honestly, so he just shrugs off the comment and glances over to the notable pile of fish that must belong to her. He's about to make a comment, but then she starts to shake off the water on her body so Bruce doesn't say anything in favor of making a tactical retreat to remain dry.

"I wouldn't want to take the prizes of your hunt," he declines, as politely as he can manage. "The offer's appreciated, though."

"Naw, they're just fish. Had a taken down a big ass buck, that might be worth callin' a prize." But she shrugs when he declines. His loss! She isn't offended, though. Like she said - it's more for Metalhead, whom is now getting a fish tossed to him from his master. The monstrously sized dog gobbles it up in about thirty seconds.

"That's Metalhead, by the way." Apollo says brightly, nodding her head at her companion. "Asshole elves snatched him too, some fuckin' how, but I don't think you two got properly introduced."

Bruce glances over to the hound in question when Apollo introduces it, blinking at the canine's large size. He supposes it shouldn't be too surprising, but the nuances and details of Azeroth's biology is pretty interesting. He really should take some time to study it better one day...

"Well, they are natives to this land. They have an advantage over us in that area," Bruce replied, nodding at the dog as well. "But it's nice to finally meet it."

Metalhead's tail begins to wag when Bruce looks at him, seeming to understand the nod as a human hello. He also seems to take it as invitation to come over and begin sniffing the man with a pushy, insistent nose, because that's just what he does - likely getting his dog slobber on Bruce's hand if he lets him nudge it as well.

Apollo doesn't stop him, and just shrugs at the explanation. "Whatever, still assholes. Kidnappin' people for... whatever fuckin' reason." After the first day of foreign language nonsense, Apollo had sort of... given up on trying to figure out - or care about - the reason why they had been kidnapped in the first place. "I'm likin' the fish here, but I dunno, lotta other shit I can fuckin' do without."

Dogs aren't really that bad for Bruce - there was that stray back when he was in Brazil, after all - though he is still surprised at how curious it is. He smiles and lets Metalhead do whatever it wants, including sniffing and drooling on his hand.

He lets out a small laugh at Apollo's response. "Well, at least it's over. We'll just have to be more careful in the future." And try to not incite their wrath again, somehow. Though Bruce isn't sure how to do that.

"I am careful!" She isn't. But really though, it's not like she had even provoked anyone into kidnapping her and her dog, she had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Avoiding their wrath in a future is something she too would like to do, but she hasn't a clue how to do it either.

Apollo gives Metalhead a pat to the back. "That's Bruce, Metalhead. Bruce, he's friendly." She doesn't explain it to him, but she's purposely teaching the dog to attach that name with this scent. Metalhead is surprisingly intelligent, so she teaches him to recognize individuals almost every time they come across someone new because she knows he'll commit it to memory.

Glancing back up at Bruce again, she asks, "So hey though, haveya had any luck findin' fruit around here so far or what?"

Well, it honestly didn't matter if she had been careful back then, but it would be a point to remember in the future. Unless she was was intending to bring trouble or something - not that Bruce thinks she is. Or at least, she didn't seem like the type.

Smiling down as Apollo talks to her dog, he chimes on with his own words. "Nice to meet you, Metalhead." And least it didn't seem inclined to bite him, which was nice Bruce didn't really want to have his blood spilled around. More for Apollo's sake than his, considering his... condition. Azeroth might be different, but that didn't mean Bruce didn't want to find out when radiation was thrown into the mix here.

He draws back his hand after a while, pretty sure that Metalhead is done sniffing him, and glances back at Apollo as well. "Not yet, so far," he answers, "but I'm sure I'll find something eventually. The forests here are pretty big."

Most of the time, any trouble she brings is unintentional (and still her own damn fault). She does like to cause shit just for a laugh, but it's always little things, nothing really to the scale of nefarious plotting and kidnapping.

Metalhead's tail wags and he barks upon hearing his name, as if to say hello. He lets Bruce pull away shortly after, and sits back down as his master starts talking again.

"Y'want me to look with you? Think I'm done with the fish for now, an' I dunno if pineapples an' bananas are even a thing here but if they are, I want a million of 'em." Honestly she wants a whole lot of other types of fruits than that too, and at this point she'll take pretty much anything, but hey. Girl's gotta dream about something.

Bruce lets out a small laugh at Apollo's general enthusiasm, though he certainly can't turn down a generous offer for help like that - as long as she was willing, of course. He didn't want to disturb whatever plans she had made.

"I don't mind if you want, but you should probably do something about the fish first," he replies while nodding to the pile of fish she's harvested. "I doubt leaving them out here would be a good idea."

"That's what I got Metalhead for!" She gives the dog another pat, and he continues to look delighted at whatever may be happening right now. Besides her clothes there are some other things thrown about, and once she starts picking them up it becomes clearer that she has a makeshift... satchel type thing for Metalhead. Throwing it over the dog's back as though he's a pack mule, Apollo then spends a little bit adjusting it before beginning to stuff the fish into the bag.

"See? He ain't a donkey, but he's big an' strong enough to carry tons of shit for me. Aren'tcha, boy?" The answer she gets is a bark and a lick to the face. "I'll fry 'em up later, Metal can babysit 'em until then."

Ah, well. Perhaps he should have expected that. Bruce watches on in some amusement as Apollo starts to pack the fish up for later.

"Well, as long as you're sure," he returns with a nod at Metalhead. He certainly was a very loyal companion, from what he had seen. It reminded Bruce a little of the stray that stayed with him back in Brazil. He hoped it was doing well, wherever it was.

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