Lil' Hunter

Independent RP Blog for Lil' Hunter from Nuclear Throne. Non-selective, friendly to crossovers, OCs and such.

[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

There were so many trees passing before his eyes, it was a wonder that he didn’t get hit and loss consciousness yet by this insane transport. He could probably get hurt from this before that creature even touched them. Oh, that was the first thing they need to deal with if they were going to travel freely in this area. Although, the freest the boy wanted to be is free enough to get away from this whole place. Get away the fact he probably had to fight with an actual weapon with a less-than-optimal partner. He wasn’t dissing Hunter’s abilities. He was absolutely dissing how their dynamic could end up being a sort of weird amalgamation that may not yield ideal results… Who was the one babysitting anyways?

Oh, good, Hunter took his suggestion. He could feel relief flooding his veins. However, his heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest. Another tree. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut from all of this and wait for a safe area to open them. That wasn’t something he had the privilege of doing. Another screech, this time much, much farther off. Before he could respond to any of the soldier’s words, the grip loosened around him. Actually, the first sound that left his mouth was yelp as he rolled to the wall. Everything was spinning. He forced himself into a sitting upright, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Standing up seemed futile. He was still dizzy.

Maybe… he should be glad that Hunter decided to bring them here instead of charging at the avian. There was no returning if they fought the enemy in their current state. Some things stood out to him from Hunter’s previous words. First was that the soldier came from a wasteland, and he agreed that he should get a gun or any weapon for that matter, but… “Did you name your gun?” Sounded trustworthy…

From his position, he found a stick nearby and drew a weak line in the dirt. Okay, this would be a decent start to write their plans and visualize them. The creature would have a hard time spotting them and they had a somewhat clear place to look around. “Okay, yeah, where would we get another gun?” Better question: how fast can Lore learn how to fire a gun? Pretty sure, this weapon gaining was something his ally was going to budge from. “This isn’t the same as the wasteland, is it…? In any form? It’s not similar to my place at all, aside from the amount of trees.”

Just because Hunter looks like he’d fly like a brick didn’t mean that was the case. There were times, in the past, where he flew worse than a brick, but what Lore didn’t know didn’t hurt him. The fact that they had cover now meant that the boy didn’t have to deal with the mutants wild maneuvering for the time being. If they were lucky, this thing wouldn’t find them for awhile. Luck wasn’t something to rely on, but it was one of the major things they probably had right now. Compared to Lore, he didn’t seem all that bothered by the rough tumble he threw the both of them into just to dive into cover. Really, he was conditioned to a lot of harsh movements. 

Now that they at least had a chance to catch their breaths, Hunter took the time to draw in a nice, long intake of the liquid radiation flowing from his tank, through his respirator, and directly into his body. Oh that felt great. Now it was time to give Lore the seemingly upset side eye at such questioning. “Gunther is best friend! Best gun deserves name.” The title of ‘best gun’ was arguable, but not in his own head. Not like he was willing to argue. He was too busy concerning himself with getting as comfortable as possible while they were within their cover, taking up a cross legged position with a slight lean forwards.

Now, at first, he just thought Lore was just drawing in the dirt for fun, which confused him. It took him a few more moments and seeing the complete image for it to even click. All of what was being asked ended up being good questions, but questions he wish he knew actual answers to. “Dunno. Is weird place, and no know if they have guns here like they do wasteland. Place seem veeeery different from wasteland, too. Only thing it has like wasteland is big, screechy monster things.” He only made it plural because he assumed that this could not be the only horrible creature that might be out to get them.

His seated position adjusted just a tad, mainly so he could rest his head on his left hand, using the elbow to hold it up. An index finger idly tapped at his helmet, making small ‘THUNK THUNK THUNK’ sounds. “...Ooonly way to get gun... is ripping out of bird. But that is hard. Might not work! Guns have triggers and stuff, and no know if lasers from bird have triggers.” Though, the idea of ripping out one of those blasters the bird had was cool, it was probably extremely uncanny and had a high chance of not amounting to anything unless either of them found a way to reconstruct the entire thing to work like a handheld weapon.

[one-they-left-behind]

- habits and mannerisms.

[ Hunter can have a lot of expressions in his body language. A lot of them seem somewhat feral in nature. For instance, when he starts getting enraged or frustrated, he’d peel back his lips just to bare his teeth. The larger the feeling, the more he’ll bare.

He also has a habit of, when confused, scratching at the side of his head even with his helmet on. He never realizes it does nothing when he scratches his helmet, but it’s just something he does absently.

One of his biggest mannerisms, most obvious when his helmet is off, is that when he is excited or interested in a positive manner, even sometimes confident, he likes to scrunch up his face with a toothy smile while his drool output goes a little overboard.

Really, if I tried to explain all of his basic mannerisms he displays, this post could go on forever, but those are just a few examples. He’s very physically expressive, and usually without any sense of shame. ]

[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

Lore would have to blindly trust Hunter’s ability to navigate this terrain. One of them had better eye protection. He already didn’t trust his companion to make a viable plan. An hour barely passed. It might’ve been shorter than an hour. But there wasn’t much he could do, much less move in these gusts. The silhouette of the avian was getting smaller in the increments he was able to open his eyes. That creature’s cry was way too noisy. What was it calling out for? Cohorts? An active invitation for battle? Lore was going to decline that option, even if Hunter decided to go ahead with it.

Though, it looks like they might lose the creature. Well, no, they might be able to gather enough distance between them in order to formulate a proper plan. There might be a cluster of trees or rocks somewhere. It’s just too difficult to see and the creature might have the advantage of knowing the terrain. If Hunter is able to find a hiding place, Lore might force the soldier to stand down. As for how? That was a question he would have to deal when the time comes around. Lore’ll be glad if Hunter understood where he was coming from. Rushing in was basically sudden death. Though, it sounded like Hunter really did have some experience with battles of this sort. Choosing another alternative, but they all came back to rushing the enemy. Even opting to fight with his head. There is another way to fight with his head, and it’s not headbutting the enemy.

“We are not running away,” Lore deadpanned. Running away was exactly what they were doing, but he could try to alter Hunter’s perspective of this action. The keyword here was ‘try’. “We’re gonna come back when we have better… better weapons. We can’t just rush in and attack it relentlessly.” That didn’t mean they couldn’t do it, but they had a better chance of living. “There would be a better chance to defeat that thing. So what would you do when all of your ideas fail?” This was going under the assumption that Lore would be hiding someplace and hoping that Hunter may come back sometime.

The feeling of dread pooled in his stomach when he could practically see glimpses of the ground so close. What in the world was the soldier planning to do? Hunter could decide to drag him at any moment… As much as he wanted to squirm and roll into a more lax pace, he couldn’t. He pushed his head to look forward instead of downward. Ah, that sight of green was a relatively welcoming sight. The sound of screeching, not so much. Was that thing approaching them?

“There should be some trees to block all this wind… Maybe a hole by the roots. That might be a good place to land…?” Why did he have a feeling Hunter was going to do something he won’t like?

The fact that they haven’t already crashed could at least be taken as a good sign. As crazy as Hunter was, he was skilled in situations such as this. Sadly, he couldn’t focus on the sight of that giant avian, because he needed to keep his awareness on going forwards so they didn’t end up as paint on a tree. This was just a terrible mess to be in all around. He had a kid with no weapons that he is protecting for some reason and he doesn’t even know where to find a gun. Could this kid even shoot a gun? Well, can’t be picky! At this point, the wasteland rule of ‘learn or die’ come into play.

So far, so good. Weaving through these trees was kind of a hassle, but it wasn’t too much of a problem. Hunter would just smash through them with his face if it wasn’t for the fact he had a passenger. Hey! At least he’s thinking of Lore’s safety in all this! He just didn’t know why. Man they needed a place to hide, and he couldn’t see anything good right now. That bird was definitely back there somewhere, but he doubted it could fit in here properly.

Oh so now Lore starts speaking his language! Sort of. Really, he was fine with a ‘strategical retreat’, and that was exactly what this was in his mind. The thing is, where would they find weapons? “What would do? I find something! Survived in wasteland for so long, will survive if plans fail! Somehow. “ At least he had hope in himself, but he was also just that stupid. Though... Lore did managed to get him to try and think just a bit more. This wasn’t the wasteland, after all. “We get you weapon! Then kill! Lil Gunther is good gun, will not use others!” He totally named his gun. “You just need good gun, then we good! Good? Good.”

Luckily, Lore wouldn’t have to be too considered with being so close to the ground for too long. Hunter’s eyes were peeled, trying to find something that would be good enough for them to hide in. If they could avoid sight long enough, maybe this dumb bird would leave them alone for awhile so they could get their bearings. As much as Hunter wanted to charge after it head on right now, he also didn’t want Lore to continue nagging him about his plans. Soon, something good was spotted; a large tree. Not only that, but the bottom of it seemed to have a hole dug in by who knows what. Giant woodpecker? Previous prey of the bird? He didn’t care, but it was big enough for the two of them! Hunter quickly tilted himself back as he flew, letting his feet act as breaks along the ground just so he could slide right to a stop just outside of the hollowed out part of the tree itself, all before throwing himself inside, where he finally released Lore from his clutches.

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[one-they-left-behind]

lxttlebxtreckless‌:

This strange little creature seemed really excited to see him for some reason. Jeff looked on in surprise as they spoke English. That wasn’t something he had expected, but then again, Giygas’ minions knew English sometimes too. The strange creature didn’t seem dangerous, but Jeff might stay on edge just to make sure. 

 “Er…. I’m Jeff. And I’m 13, so I’m a little older than a child…. 

 But that doesn’t matter. Who are you? Where are you from?”

Were it not for being spoken to first, there was a possibility he would’ve just yelled in Trash Talk instead. Not the insulting kind, no. The language of the Wasteland. Though, he spoke that as poorly as he spoke English. There was no motion to convey that he was a threat, and his hands weren’t on his weapon. If anything, all he was doing was staring.

“Thirteen is child age.” To him, mainly. “Name is Hunter! Come from... wasteland. Big icy part of wasteland. Where is here? No know what this place is, but does not look dangerous like wasteland.”

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[one-they-left-behind]

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△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.[ It most likely has to be mutating beyond recognition, even to himself. He’s insane, but the scraps of his old life he can remember that were pleasant made him miss being the original him. Though, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. ]ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? 

[ For what he has done that could be considered a wrongdoing in his eyes, yes. It’s not something he expresses, nor does he think his current situation is the punishment needed, he does have a silent belief that he deserves punishment in some way, shape, or form. ]✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

[ He has a grudge against a lot of people, mainly back in the IDPD. The Captain is his top priority target, as well as his drive to even survive. Nearly his entire existence is a way to spite those he does have a grudge against, even if the other side doesn’t perceive it the same way. ]

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[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

Okay, this entire situation was becoming more worrisome by the second. A feeling of dread pooled in the boy’s stomach. Each breath he took in made the pool grow. His body was tensing up. Weaving through the air didn’t help either. It made him feel sick, the sights he was seeing were moving a bit too fast for him to be able to pinpoint the creature’s exact location. Or pinpoint anything for that matter. His ears were ringing. Did the creature just squawk? That sound resounded even in this storm.

Lore wanted to bury his face in his hands when he heard Hunter’s response, except it wasn’t a viable option. That laugh was unnerving. Yeah, more worrisome by the millisecond now. He couldn’t fault his ally’s reasoning because it did have a decent basis to go off of. The creature might not cease bothering them until either party was gone. He did find many factors that might as well call them good as dead with that plan. They might anger the threat’s cohorts or set off a whole alarm system. Could Hunter even see very well with these weather conditions? Lore sure could not. He shook he head slowly, bracing against the speed and hoping that Hunter would notice it. Then stopped immediately as he saw a blurry, blue line fly pass them.

Finding a hiding place or staying in it was very tempting. Nothing he was opposed to doing. There was a fear that another being could find them and that would be the end of the story, but Hunter facing that thing alone didn’t stand well with him. He could count on the soldier’s physical aptitude to some degree, but it didn’t mean he trusted him in all categories. “How will you know it’s defeated? Something else could be lying around there, and then we’ll…” He bit his tongue. If stopping Hunter wasn’t possible, then he’ll have to deal with the repercussions himself. They were supposed to work together. “It could have shields that cancel out your laser. We don’t know how the thing operates.”

The boy couldn’t tell if Hunter was confident or just insane. Running away won’t work always. Attacking the thing held high risks. Both are options they should consider carefully. Somehow. “We don’t know how to smash that thing! You could try and shoot that laser at it, but it might still stand… We’ll come back for it when we’re ready.” When they have enough data to finish it off. Rushing at everything won’t allow them to collect information about this place or its inhabitants. 

The creature making such a sound like that either meant it was angry, or it was just letting out some sort of war cry. Both were welcome, in Hunter’s opinion. Its drive to kill them was only going to get it shot. But he just needed to make sure that he could shoot it without risk of letting the only sane person of this group dying. Maybe he should make it a goal to find Lore a gun and teach him how to use it so their chances of survival were increased.

Luckily, his vision wasn’t as impaired as Lore’s. Dust was still an issue, but his eyes weren’t forced into a squint due to the visor keeping wind from his face. If he couldn’t see too well right now? They would have most likely ended up stuck in the dirt from a crash landing already. Though, he has grown used to flying around in harsh conditions; like a blizzard, for example. Either way, the fact that one of them could navigate well enough to move away from the murderous bird creature was good enough.

The matter was just outrunning this thing, finding a way to lose it so they could bunker down and regain their bearings. If they could find a dense cluster of trees or rock or something along those lines, it would be good to weave until it felt like they lost. For now? It was just nonstop flying away from the source of the lasers and the screeching. How fast was that thing? It was most likely fast enough to not lose the duo so easily. Hunter was fast, but that thing was avian based, meaning it had to have a high flight speed. “Simple! It will be over there! And there... and there.” His head nodded in different directions to affirm his point. “No use lasers! Use bullets with radiation boost! If have shields, shields no last forever! If bullets no work, then will just have to use head!”

There was more cackling after that. This was a thrill for him; an adrenaline rush. Truly, he was a firm mix of both confident and insane. “If you wanna be big baby and run, then we run! ...Or fly. Yes, we fly away! But it will die! It can’t live forever with me around.” Part of his drive to take this thing down was mainly to, well, sate the fact that he would love to purge that thing from this planet for the mere suspicion that it was some sort of robot. For now, the retreat.

With how long and how fast they’ve been flying with the urge to get away, they were at least able to come across some dense woodlands. Upon seeing it, the mutant banked and started flying very close to the ground. Any closer and he’d practically be dragging Lore through the ground. It was time to start weaving.

[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

Sure, Lore had his fair share of interesting experiences with creatures that technically weren’t human. Most of those experiences weren’t all too bad. Except they didn’t shoot lasers nor were they this hostile. Could this be a resident of this place? Were they going to run into more creatures like this? The entire prospect made his stomach drop. The only thing familiar about this was that the creature at least had the vague appearance of a bird. At least he hoped it was a bird. It was getting harder and harder to gauge the distance between them with the amount of dust flying by his eyes.

There was one thing he could distinguish from this dancing the dust. Another beam of blue zoomed past, the light reflecting off the dust particles. He wasn’t sure where it hit, but it didn’t hit him. What in the world was that thing? Straining his ears, there was a faint sizzling noise, probably not too far to the side. Lore didn’t want to be a victim of that. However, that might depend on how the situation proceeded. Hunter was the apparent fighter between the two of them anyway.

“Huh?!” Suddenly, his feet were off the ground. Why did it have to be so hard to see? The boy squirmed with gritted teeth in the grip until he recognized the voice and he stopped himself. Well, not the most trustworthy person in this situation, but he’d rather have Hunter than be fed to some bird silhouette. Albeit, he was going to stay wary of Hunter until who knows when. How lucky was it that the soldier had a working jetpack. Lore liked the part if the plan where they are fleeing. What he didn’t like was that they were going to kill it. “How are yo- we-”right, they had to work together for this. Couldn’t lose someone able to fight with a machine gun. Maybe he could possibly ease Hunter away from that plan. More lasers seemed to be flying by. Shouldn’t that act as a deterrent?

“How are we going to do that?” The creature’s visibility was hard to discern for him in his commotion. They barely have any clue about this creature. Did Hunter think they could just run in there and attack the thing without a proper plan? “What can we do? Shouldn’t we, just- run and- and find another way around it?” The panic in his voice was growing.

Weird creatures were a bit of a specialty. The wastelands he knew had nearly everything one could offer. Mummy-looking bandits with guns? Check. Murderous robots? Check. Crystals that shot lasers? Also check. And so much more! Really, the fact that this creature that was assaulting them at this very moment was different than all of what he had seen was a surprise above all else. But that surprised feeling could wait, because he needed to focus on weaving through the air with some weak looking boy in tow just so neither of them ended up fried. 

Was this how it felt to be a babysitter if the child was at risk of dying from weird monsters at any given moment? Was that even a variation of the job? Right now, it was. At least he adrenaline was pumping, though! That much was good, because it gave him a weird sense of joy to be in something as tense as this. Hunter was managing to keep himself relatively calm in terms of violent nature via the liquid radiation coming from his tank, through his tubes, all the way into his respirator before he inhaled it. It was such a great feeling of relief. Poor Lore was being saved by a weird junkie with a gun. 

“Did you just ask how we gonna kill it?” That made him laugh way harder than he should be laughing, especially when he was the pilot of their little getaway flight. Laughing in the middle of combat was common for him. “If we do only running, it will find us and shoot again! We no need more shooting, we need it dead! Very, very dead!”

if this thing had seen them already, then what was stopping it from coming after them again? It appeared and attacked almost immediately, which meant it might not stop until him and Lore were dead themselves. If it was like a wild animal, it might leave them alone, but Hunter didn’t want to take such a risk. “Will find safe place for you, then I go shoot and smash big laser bird until it stops moving! Is simple, yes?” As he spoke, one of the stray lasers whizzed right by him, causing him to give a startled, growling yelp as he briefly swerved, only to set himself back on his course to get away from this mess.

[melamemea]

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Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

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[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

There was no reason to act defiant at the intense scrutiny Lore was receiving. The boy couldn’t quite meet the soldier’s eyes. Despite being intimidated by his wayward ally, it was a bit insulting, but if acting stupid lets them survive or just one of them, then there was nothing wrong with that. Using what they were given was the best thing to do. Being resourceful and quick merely helped with that. The problem was he didn’t know how much he could trust Hunter’s skills or Hunter himself, although how much did Hunter trust him?

Even though he planted his feet into the dirt, the gale served to slowly drag him away. If he were to relax for a second, then he would probably be blown away to somewhere beyond. He braced himself by crossing his arms in front of his face. His narrowed his eyes, but neither that nor his arms were shielding his vision from all the dust kicked up. This strong wind… was it normal here? Knowing what they were getting into would be amazing, except there was a doubt that any archives or anything of that sort would be readily available to them. “I don’t know!” Lore could barely hear himself shout, the winds were drowning his words. It was lucky that he heard Hunter’s words.

In his extremely limited vision, a silhouette took to approaching their position. It seemed vaguely like a huge bird, using its wings to kick up the dust. “Do you see that?!” he said. Why bother trying to be quiet when sound couldn’t travel properly? This wasn’t something they could sneak through, huh. Something was unnerving about the new arrival. On their supposed wings, three cyan dots speckled each one. At least now he had some sort of way to pinpoint the creature, whatever it was. Not like he could make a connection to this with anything from his own world. Nothing like this happened in his own world! What to do? What to do? Can’t see a damn thing. 

For some reason, the blue dots grew brighter and brighter. It could be a trick of the eyes. Then high-pitched ringing began roaring in this already harsh situation. Pew! Pew! Pew! Streaks of blue soared by. In the corner of his eyes, there was a tiny circle of burnt ground. Lore swallowed down his nerves, forcing himself to stay focused. Fine.

While it was a matter of trust for Lore, a lot of what bothered Hunter about this situation was the fact that he felt like a babysitter Though, in all honest, Lore probably was the one that may end up having to babysit Hunter. The kid wasn’t any manner of insane that he could tell, while Hunter was entirely messed up in a few different ways. Really, combat was all he was good for most of the time.

And boy did something come wanting to put that to use. He was putting that heavier body to good use, keeping himself planted while his visor made it so he didn’t need to squint in all this wind. Sadly, it did not help with all of the dust at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that Lore and Hunter having been already in conversation range, he might not have been able to hear him. Luckily, they were still within range to hear each other enough. 

So the silhouette was definitely bird shaped, but was this actually some giant bird? Did the scrapyard raven-people follow him here? No... no those blue dots didn’t appear on those raven-people. Even in a world such as his, he hadn’t seen this specific kind of creature. Though, the lack of visible details didn’t help. That sound wasn’t familiar ei-- What was that sound? Oh those were lasers. This thing was shooting lasers. There was only one solution to a problem like this that Hunter could think of.

Lil Hunter grabbed his specialized rifle, Lil’ Gunther, and made sure it was switched into its full auto mode, before he activated his jet pack, angling himself forwards to try and go all aerodynamic. But he wasn’t planning on charging the bird, first. No, when he felt like he could, Hunter went to the side and made the attempt to use the wind and his jets to see if he could scoop Lore up in his free hand. At least he was trying to fulfill his role as ‘bodyguard.’ If he could be successful with this, he was going to try and put as much distance between their odd little party and this laser shooting silhouette. “Tiny boy! We flee! We flee, and then we kill it!”

As he did this, though, part of his mind was flickering ideas around in his head. Lasers. It was shooting lasers. This could mean one of many things. It was either, to Hunter: A.) Using guns. B.) One of those weird crystal creatures he was familiar with. or, his least favorite, C.) This thing was a robot. And Hunter was very much an avid hater of anything robotic.

[one-they-left-behind]

roleoflore‌:

Examining the soldier’s confusion, Lore guessed that their experiences didn’t line up. Oh, well, physical appearances were one thing. If they were to work together then they would have to gain a sort of understanding between their mentalities. If only Hunter would decide to ask something- rather say something about this! Talking wasn’t Lore’s specialty. He huffed a small noise of frustration. Running, searching for a shelter, and getting out of this place as soon as humanly possible. He felt a headache coming.

He paused. Teaming up with the soldier was far easier than he thought. His shoulder lowered slightly, though the rest of his body continued to be tense. He was somewhat glad, somewhat wary. Lore’s eyes trailed away from his ‘teammate’, biting down his lip to avoid revealing a concerned expression. Hunter’s words were a gross summary of the plan. He had never seen the other shoot, so he had to trust that his words were true. “I don’t plan on doing anything dumb,” he crossed his arms. Now, having to do something ‘dumb’ because of extenuating circumstances was not going to be ruled out. Hunter didn’t need to know that part of his plan. Was Hunter not thinking about other situations? Running wasn’t the only thing he could do, and shooting wasn’t always the best choice.

The brunet was no diplomat, but outright saying the problem in the small plan might add more tension. “That’s… part of the plan,” he fiddled with one of the drawstrings on his hoodie, still refusing to make direct eye contact. Would it be eye contact with those red dots? “We might need to, uh… deal with other problems when they come to us.” He’ll keep his mind on the drawing board if Hunter didn’t want to do that here. Or do that in general. That wasn’t counting the lack of information they had in this biome. What should they avoid? What should they attack? Maybe there would be clues as they kept going. Hopefully, they would keep going. Lore was somewhat affronted that the other’s words insinuated he was unable to defend himself, but they weren’t wrong. Rocks plucked from the ground and a sturdy stick were his weapons. His lips were glued shut.

He shook his head, “Alright, thank you,” Lore’ll take what he can get. Being resourceful was what kept him going anyway. “So, we should just go,” and the moment he turned to the direction he planned on traveling through, a gale blew in their direction. He planted his feet on the ground, raising an arm to block the incoming winds. That couldn’t be his imagination, right? 

He was very much not a person who was good at socializing. Not anymore. That time has long since passed, and now he was like this. Hunter could talk, but it was how he used his words that were always incredibly rude at times or way too blunt. Usually, it ends up a mix of both. 

Luckily, Lore’s attempt at hiding his concern went well, as Hunter was oblivious to it. He, himself, was oblivious to the fact that his own words on his shooting expertise were probably not convincing when he was absolutely out of his mind. But he was definitely confident in it! It’s kept him alive this long, so he could consider himself pretty skilled in it. As for Lore’s statement to not do anything stupid? All Hunter did was squint as a reply There was intense scrutiny. 

But it didn’t matter! Now they could move o-what else did this kid have in mind? The ex-trooper listened, and he was, most likely, going to keep this in mind.If anything, he was confident enough in his own survival skills when it came to this situation. It was using his survival skills to also help this kid that was going to be hard. This boy had no guns, no armor, and he’s pretty sure his face isn’t a lethal weapon if used with the proper force. But he also hadn’t seen a normal human in a long time. But, hey, if Lore proves himself to do more than Hunter thinks, it would make this all the easier for the mutant to deal with.

Now it was finally time to move. Good! He honestly hated staying in one spot for too long when he didn’t know what else was out there. Though, he’s not going to be able to use his jet pack for conventional travel when he doesn’t feel like carrying a passenger along. Hunter began to move after him, only for the wind itself to turn against them out of nowhere. Despite being so short, he was at least heavy, especially with his armor on. Though, that did not mean this was easy to stand in, so he braced himself against it. “What?! Why wind cruel?!”

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Hunter gives a small growl, but it just somewhat fades before he shifts his gaze to the ground. “...I wish there was a way to return everything to normal.”