[OPEN] NO MORE BEAR MEAT

[wilder]

Who: Zelos and YOU
What: Sick of hanging around the Sanctum (and bear meat), Zelos decides to head out
Where: Silverglen Retreat
When: Todayish?
Warnings: Swearing and violence most likely

[A. Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO RED, BRONZE AND GREEN FLIGHTS.]

[It seriously hadn't taken long for Zelos to be sick of hanging around the Sanctum and training all the time. Being kept somewhere for his safekeeping had never sat well with him, after all. So he worked on learning about the other areas from the dragons. Sure, most places in the area seemed to want to happily kill him- but it sounded like Silverglen Retreat would be alright for a first stop!]

[Especially if he wanted to get food that wasn't flame-cooked bear meat.]

[And so, ignoring warnings of how it was dangerous outside, he headed out to Silverglen Retreat. He made it there without incident, and once he proved he was a Redsworn, he was allowed in with only wary staresm - which was something he was used to anyway.]

[His hair probably makes him for an easy person to spot in the marketplace, and currently he's wandering the stalls trying to figure out how to get supplies in a trade-based economy when your life skills are well, limited, to say the least.]

[B. Forest outside Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO ALL.]

[Eventually it seemed some elf decided to throw him a bone (or just get to stop hitting on their daughters for stuff) and made an arrangement that if he brought back a number of stag flanks- they'd give him some supplies he needed. Which hey, he could do that! He could fight, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[Except, for one problem your character might come across, as he kneels over a stag that's clearly been killed by fire and sword cuts - a look of frustrated confusion very clear on his face]

Damn...where's the flank again?

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[wilder]

[He glances around, looking at everything around.]

I see meat...I could handle killing animals!

[And that's about it]

[guerriera]

[ Aren't we imaginative. ]

Meat's not all that's here. [she glanced back, then casually thumbed at one stall, bedecked with furs, skins, blankets, and ornaments made with antlers and fangs and feathers.] Seems like they have a use for most things.

And what they don't eat, maybe our red patrons might appreciate instead.

[ surely even dragons got sick of bear too. ]

[wilder]

[Or just skilless. Seriously, deep down he's still that sheltered spoiled brat. Though right, he is making a mental note of Carolina's observation....even if he doesn't understand the antler decoration wow that's weird]

Patrons now, huh? That's a nice way to put it.

[guerriera]

[ Lifting her hand, Carolina watched hints of fire flicker at the tips of her fingers, before closing her hand into a fist to extinguish them. ]

If you have a more suitable name to call them, here, where we are only welcome on sufferance because of our allegiance? [she fixed him with a look] Then by all means, share with the class.

[wilder]

Hey, I don't remember swearing allegiance to anyone. [he holds up his hands with a shrug] Maybe they brought me here and changed stuff about me- but that doesn't mean they have my loyalty.

[Thoughtfully rubs his chin] Though so far they haven't been the worst people to try, so maybe I'll be nice and just call them Keepers instead of Kidnappers.

[guerriera]

[frown.] The appearance, then, if only in earshot of our elvish friends here. They HAVE chosen us, whether we want to be or not.

[ And Carolina isn't completely convinced she does.

(She doesn't see what she can offer them when she's apparently no longer needed on her own world, dead or not -- save her ability to fight, and she wasn't even the best at that anymore.)

She does snort very faintly, eyes crinkling at the corners in sudden, rare amusement at the alternate name choice however. ]

That works. Not sure they're the most effective babysitters I've ever met, though.

[wilder]

Oh right, right. [He sighs] Alright, to the elves we're a swarm of happy sworn.

[So troublesome. And he snorts]

Why? What's wrong with them- didn't any of your caretakers drag you into the middle of a battle and give you raw bear meat for dinner?

[guerriera]

[ Who knows, Zelos. Maybe they'll grow on you. Like mold from the Emerald Dream. ]

No. Mine fired the primary cannon of our ship to blow up a 100 storey building. While me and my team were still on it. [She's a touch deadpan, but entirely serious. Though the humour seems to fade from her eyes in the telling, with the memory.] It was something of a long fall.

[wilder]

Seriously?

[He...was not expecting that! But wow that sounds awful, even if he only has a basic grasp of what a cannon is. To get that sort of betrayal from someone whose supposed to look after you. This would be the time to say something nice, right?]

Wow. Sounds like a shitty guy.

[....Or painfully blunt. Whatever!]

[guerriera]

We were in the middle of evac from an infiltration mission. It kept our enemy occupied.

[ She can't help but look a little uncomfortable after saying that - she's not disagreeing with Zelos, mind you, but she wouldn't say it out loud then, and wasn't willingly to do so even now.

But yeah. That Director. A real class-A(sshole) act. ]

Any 'babysitters' back where you're from?

[wilder]

How pragmatic.

[But he knows to bite his tongue more than that. Even if he has his own feelings on people who would so willing sacrifice their own people for their goals- he knows this is probably a case where he shouldn't say much more.]

[And argh, questions about him. how to put it]

Not really. There was a guy who'd make sure I got fed and stuff when I was in my hometown. [A butler. But he rather leave that detail out] Outside of that, I was mostly on my own.