Post by Kaija on Feb 1, 2023 5:27:03 GMT
A cool breeze washed over the grassy plains of the violet moors that morning.
A faintly sweet fragrance filled the air. Wales was the perfect place for a little privacy and a lot of breathing room. It didn’t matter whether or not the gift of flight nor a sense of direction still belonged to him, for Scout wouldn’t have to find his way out here alone. A vantablack sphere opened just a few feet above the ground and out came a hunter looking a big out of place there on British soil.
Loose, baggy black pants, an equally oversized black hoodie and a pair of matching sneakers were her outfit for the day. All he’d see of her was her backside and her rich, black hair flowing in the wind as she surveyed the area. And she’d hoped that Scout had come dressed just as comfortably. Either way, as soon as he emerged from the void and took a look around, he’d realized that she’d already been here once or twice before she brought him along.
Just a short way’s away, he’d find a foldable table with a plastic covering taped onto it and various refreshments strewn about alongside a first aid kit.
All he’d need to do to confirm that for himself was listen. Even if his hearing dwarfed her own, the only thing he might’ve caught in his ear at that moment was the whistle of the wind against the blades of grass and the skittering of small animals distancing themselves from the two of them.
She whistled to herself and shook her head whilst reviewing the footage in her mind as though she were reliving a moment of disbelief. Then, she turned to Scout with a light smile on her face; a light-blue outline encapsulating her form in preparation for the exercises to soon follow. Her eyes traced him up and down for a moment.
She understood the force that Scout had been, but the power commanded by the man standing before her was just as much of an unknown as that commanded by any metahuman, demon or monster she might’ve encountered on the field. The goal when fighting them was often to defeat them and nothing more. Concerns like these usually never crossed her mind until an enemy put up resistance. But that kind of mindset would do her no good here.
A faintly sweet fragrance filled the air. Wales was the perfect place for a little privacy and a lot of breathing room. It didn’t matter whether or not the gift of flight nor a sense of direction still belonged to him, for Scout wouldn’t have to find his way out here alone. A vantablack sphere opened just a few feet above the ground and out came a hunter looking a big out of place there on British soil.
Loose, baggy black pants, an equally oversized black hoodie and a pair of matching sneakers were her outfit for the day. All he’d see of her was her backside and her rich, black hair flowing in the wind as she surveyed the area. And she’d hoped that Scout had come dressed just as comfortably. Either way, as soon as he emerged from the void and took a look around, he’d realized that she’d already been here once or twice before she brought him along.
Just a short way’s away, he’d find a foldable table with a plastic covering taped onto it and various refreshments strewn about alongside a first aid kit.
“Welcome to the UK, Scout. No one around to bother us for miles… save maybe some wildlife crawling under the weeds.”
All he’d need to do to confirm that for himself was listen. Even if his hearing dwarfed her own, the only thing he might’ve caught in his ear at that moment was the whistle of the wind against the blades of grass and the skittering of small animals distancing themselves from the two of them.
“So, I watched what little footage I could get my hands on from the music festival. I couldn’t catch the face but, by process of elimination, you must’ve been that blur sailing through the air and shooting lasers, right? And I heard that you were the only one to make it out of that without a scratch. But… that footage doesn’t really apply anymore, does it?”
She whistled to herself and shook her head whilst reviewing the footage in her mind as though she were reliving a moment of disbelief. Then, she turned to Scout with a light smile on her face; a light-blue outline encapsulating her form in preparation for the exercises to soon follow. Her eyes traced him up and down for a moment.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to do some stress testing before I bother trying to teach you anything. I don’t spar with Sacha the same way I do with Carmen for obvious reasons. And I have a feeling that the techniques I’d have to resort to to compete with the blur from the music concert…” she nodded and let out a light chuckle, “...might do more harm than good here. I think I’d rather do the smart thing, feel you out, and get a good idea of what I’m dealing with before we move forward.”
She understood the force that Scout had been, but the power commanded by the man standing before her was just as much of an unknown as that commanded by any metahuman, demon or monster she might’ve encountered on the field. The goal when fighting them was often to defeat them and nothing more. Concerns like these usually never crossed her mind until an enemy put up resistance. But that kind of mindset would do her no good here.
“So, if you have any questions, now’s the time to ask them. And feel free to have a snack first, if you want. Otherwise, I’d like to like to start by seeing just what this new body of yours is capable of.”
