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This Cotes ward--he thinks that’s what it’s called, anyways--it’s got its own charm. He hasn’t really been, but he can still tell that the aesthetic of the place is based heavily on Japan...or, at least, the kind of picture the cartoons coming out of that place paints of it. The thing that’s held the most interest to him about it, though, is the Lake of the Koi. It’s real pretty, yeah, like the rest of it, but that’s only the half of it--from what he hears, there’s a lotta weird shit living in that lake. And, well...he wouldn’t mind bagging one or two of ‘em, that’s for sure. Make for a real fish story to tell Medic and his mates.
That’s why he’s here, scoping out the area, seeing what to expect and what he might need to put together to prepare. This is one of the areas having a better gun wouldn’t help; with enough of it, shooting into water becomes not much different than shooting into kevlar. He’s probably gonna need a big enough boat...and some good bait...and a fair amount of patience.
Soon enough, though, something catches his eye--what looks like a young lad, just strolling along the waterbanks. He’s the only one around, so...might as well see if he’s a local.
“Y’know, lad, if we were back in Oz the crocs woulda had your legs for breakfast by now.” A small chuckle leaves his lips--he can’t help it. It’s always fun to play it up a little. “Sorry, I’m just takin’ the piss. You live out in these parts? I reckon it might be a good idea to get a local’s advice if I decide to go out fishin’ here.”