Easier said than done, really, when one is apparently tossed into the post apocalyptic future or something and immediately gang-pressed into service by some kind of shady human corporation. And when his Companion bond is completely, horrifyingly silent. The instinct to burn the whole damn rig down is intense, but probably futile and likely to lead to his death if the shock collar demonstrations were anything to judge by. All these other people seem similarly unwilling anyway, and he's really not into civilian casualties.
He's also really not into smalltalk with strangers, but eventually the boredom wins out. He doesn't even last all that long, really. They took his phone and it has all his games on it.]
They couldn't have parked the giant metal monstrosity any closer?
[He just directs it at whoever happens to be listening, deadpanning while slumped back in his seat staring at the roof of the truck. Compared to some of the people here, he seems pretty normal. Just a guy in durable-but-comfortable jeans, a worn-looking leather jacket, and a few pieces of jewelry that really clash with the whole aesthetic.]
B.
[Guns are a Companion's tool. But no one seems to give a shit about that here, so he takes one anyway. Scions are supposed to be above that sort of thing, but what precious little magic he has available here should probably be saved, and Brand had made sure he knew how to use one properly anyway "just in case". Rune can already imagine how smug he'll be when he hears about this later.
He stops imagining that real quick, because that'll just make him think about how he can't feel Brand at all and he really can't afford a panic attack right now.
Yeah, just...focusing on the guns for the moment.]
...Are those flamethrowers?
D.
[He abandons the flamethrower real quick. Handy in theory, but functionally equivalent to the spray-and-pray style of shooting. He'll stick to something more familiar are precise.
Said "something" looks like a bladeless sword hilt. He steadies one wrist on the other while shooting bolts of fire from it, backing up into one of the other "employees" to cover his flank while he tries to hit the fast-moving black thing. What the hell even is that?? He's usually pretty on the ball when it comes to identifying strange creatures but he's coming up blank here.]
And they want us to bring some of these things' eggs back with us?
[He sound somewhere between incredulous and outraged. Like, shit, he almost swears he saw a movie like this once. He can't imagine this plan going well for anyone.]
Rune Saint John | The Tarot Sequence
[Rune is trying to keep his shit together.
Easier said than done, really, when one is apparently tossed into the post apocalyptic future or something and immediately gang-pressed into service by some kind of shady human corporation. And when his Companion bond is completely, horrifyingly silent. The instinct to burn the whole damn rig down is intense, but probably futile and likely to lead to his death if the shock collar demonstrations were anything to judge by. All these other people seem similarly unwilling anyway, and he's really not into civilian casualties.
He's also really not into smalltalk with strangers, but eventually the boredom wins out. He doesn't even last all that long, really. They took his phone and it has all his games on it.]
They couldn't have parked the giant metal monstrosity any closer?
[He just directs it at whoever happens to be listening, deadpanning while slumped back in his seat staring at the roof of the truck. Compared to some of the people here, he seems pretty normal. Just a guy in durable-but-comfortable jeans, a worn-looking leather jacket, and a few pieces of jewelry that really clash with the whole aesthetic.]
B.
[Guns are a Companion's tool. But no one seems to give a shit about that here, so he takes one anyway. Scions are supposed to be above that sort of thing, but what precious little magic he has available here should probably be saved, and Brand had made sure he knew how to use one properly anyway "just in case". Rune can already imagine how smug he'll be when he hears about this later.
He stops imagining that real quick, because that'll just make him think about how he can't feel Brand at all and he really can't afford a panic attack right now.
Yeah, just...focusing on the guns for the moment.]
...Are those flamethrowers?
D.
[He abandons the flamethrower real quick. Handy in theory, but functionally equivalent to the spray-and-pray style of shooting. He'll stick to something more familiar are precise.
Said "something" looks like a bladeless sword hilt. He steadies one wrist on the other while shooting bolts of fire from it, backing up into one of the other "employees" to cover his flank while he tries to hit the fast-moving black thing. What the hell even is that?? He's usually pretty on the ball when it comes to identifying strange creatures but he's coming up blank here.]
And they want us to bring some of these things' eggs back with us?
[He sound somewhere between incredulous and outraged. Like, shit, he almost swears he saw a movie like this once. He can't imagine this plan going well for anyone.]