猎人

“Dude what the actual shit happened here-” When she finally escaped an apocalypse from home, she was sent right into another one. Wonderful. Without even minding her manners, she decided to cuss at a stranger- it was justified, right? Right?

Though he didn’t care to participate in the explicit language, Ren nodded in agreement. The chaos of the city was enough to make anyone’s head spin. “The scientists are undoubtedly responsible for all this.”

her stare didn’t cease. if anything, curiosity had gotten the better of the dotharl elder.

Enough. “Did you need something?”

“HAVE WE BEEN WALKING IN CIRCLES THIS WHOLE TIME!!!”

Ow. His poor eardrums. Ren shook his head in stern disapproval as he tried to imagine Nora in Zack’s place. He would survive. “Possibly. Let’s head back and choose a different direction.”

Sooma can’t help but laugh at his own clumsiness as he continues to lead the way, despite the fact that he has no general idea where he’s going exactly.

“Are you always like this?” he blurts out.

“Nope.”

“Left it is.” And down the corridor he goes, noting that if ever he goes too quickly, the string goes taut and halts his progress at Zack’s expense. Ouch. “Hmm... This actually looks familiar. You saw that pattern of ivy, too, didn’t you?”

silently, she afforded a stare at his knives from across a crowded street. they were better than her pair, a starter set even flimsier than the first pair of weathered baselards she’d swiped in her first days in eorzea. still, a fervent stare was easy to feel on one’s back, wasn’t it?

Ignore it, and it’ll go away.

“Just take it easy. Why don’t you talk to get your mind off things? My name’s Dick Grayson, how about yours?”

“Lie Ren. It’s a pleasure.”

May you rest in peace, Monty Oum.

“Guess that means I’ll head for sector 3 now.” Frey hesitates a moment, before continuing. “Well— thanks for helping me with these fellers.” That wasn’t really the thing Frey was going to say, initially. Well, for helping me out, I’ll give you ten percent of the gain. Or something along these lines. The idea of sharing loot with anyone that’s outside of his crew, is a thing Frey dislikes. At least he spent a moment thinking about it. But in the end, the captain is too selfish for that.  And aside of that, he feels like this would turn their situation just all awkward again. Frey pauses. He’s is letting it up to Ren, whether he wants to join him to the black-market in sector 3 or not. He made it clear that he’s not going for the drinks just yet. That’s something like a silent invitation to tag along, if the other wanted.

Until next time.

“There you go; you’re looking a lot better, how do you feel, partner?”

With a side of upset.

“You’re welcome? Stand up straight if you can.”

Deep breaths. Okay. Everything’s going to be all right. He opens his eyes again and looks at the strange awkwardly. He already said thanks.

“I have to admit, that was pretty awesome, Kid.”

“So what now? You’re off to have that drink of yours?”

“That’s right. The magic I use has many different effects. My main use is yes, healing, but it also can be offensive. But it’s not really tuned for offence, only when I need it to be.” She paused and glanced at Ren. “What was that ‘Aura’ you mentioned earlier?”

“Aura is the physical manifestation of one’s soul. It can be manipulated to protect or to amplify. Alongside that, every person has a unique semblance. For example, one of my classmates has super speed. Another is capable of absorbing lightning.”

“That’s magic. Or at least, my magic. It’s harmless when I want it to be. Not all darkness is evil.” She was hoping to teach him this early so he wouldn’t develop a bias.

“Huh. When you render it harmless, I suppose its function becomes merely aesthetic?”

Nothing else was on his mind. Never mind the burning, collapsing buildings or the occasional quaking. Sooma just wants to eat! 

Ren bites back the pointless sigh and marches after Sooma, keeping an eye out for anything that could fall and whack some sense into that boy’s head. Next thing you know, he’ll run right into an open fire.

“Take deep breathes.” He reaches over to gently tap at his back.

Shallow breaths come out instead but they still get the job done. “Thank you?”