#hunter interaction

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

(hunter kicks the medbay doors open. she stands there, looking incredibly disheveled and completely miserable, with the belly of her shirt soaked in blood.)

"oi doc, you've done uterus removals and all that before, right? can i have mine taken out too. you can do whatever ya want with the fucker afterwards, just get it out of me before i cut myself open."

(she scratches at her neck, growling.)

"speaking of... i uh, might've already tried. stopped before i went too deep because i realised you can probably do it a lot safer. so... you got a good guideline, i guess."

- @mentally-unstable-hunter

[He looked Hunter up and down, grimacing.]

You did not do a sehr gut job. But, ja, I can. Take a seat on zhe operation table. I von’t pour acid on you like I did Gunner, aha.

[kleptomaniask]

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[blacktiespy]

hunter walks along the mine's corridor, small flashlight in hand. her boots crunch the gravel under them softly as her fingertips slowly drag along the dusty leftside wall. silent except for her footsteps, and the quiet, repeated chant under her breath of the instructions. she stops in her tracks and falls silent once she feels a shift in the rocks. the slightest imperfection.

clicking on the flashlight, she finds the outline of the false wall. just like she said. she presses on it. it gives and cracks ajar. unsheathing her knife, she pushes the door open and shines the light through.

- @thebubblybutcher

[As soon as the door opens, a few things happen - first, what little light was originally in the room shuts off, extinguished. Then, quiet - but not quiet enough, she hears footsteps, just beyond her light, then the sound of something above creaking with someone's weight. Then, finally, the dim lights come on again - and the door closes to snap the rope holding up a net.]

[Someone's trying to give himself a head start.]

[The space itself is strange - curtained mirrors replace every wall. A makeshift desk with newspaper clippings and maps is pressed against one, a bed on the other.. far too extravagant, however, for the rest. A few stolen paintings on the walls echo Kat's style - but is far more organized. It's clear where she got it from. She can hear him in an adjacent room.. one wall must be false.]

[itsajobnotamentalsickness]

(jumping up and down)

CAN I PET GLEEP GNORP ??

-@mentally-unstable-hunter

If you're gentle and he allows it then sure. I'll let ya.

It's more gleepgnorps choice.

[rowdybxys-archived]

hunter meyers for @av3ngersassvmble

Hunter knew he shouldn't have been ogling the stranger so obviously, it was a pretty common rule among men that you just didn't stare at another whilst they did their thing in a locker room, yet here Hunter was letting his eyes study every exposed inch of muscle on the strangers body that was just a few feet away. If he was honest it wasn't the first time Hunter had noticed the guy, he'd spotted the muscle-bound stranger lifting weights a few weeks ago and since then it'd been love at first sight, which knowing Hunter's luck meant that the guy in question was probably straight leaving the sports star with his own lustful thoughts and sly pervy glances.

Still, perhaps he could strike a friendship up with the fella, it couldn't hurt, right? "Yo dude" he sang out with a bright smile across his face "Name's Hunter. Saw you making those weights out there your bitch and figured I'd introduce myself and give you a compliment while I’m at it"

[kleptomaniask]

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

[kleptomaniask]

hunter suddenly leans over kat's shoulder silently with her signature large grin, far too close to the other for comfort. lord, she seems to get a kick out of startling the thief.

she brings her hand out in front of kat's face to show off something she was pinching between her fingers. it was an.. earring? yes, a single earring fashioned out of of a rifle round, shiny and golden, a magpie's wet dream. handmade, it seemed. a bullet made into jewlery.. not only poetic, but two things hunter had previously spotted much of in kat's little collection.. perhaps it shouldn't be read into too much.

the unprompted gift was an unusual gesture, but the grinning creature didn't say anything, only stared at her with her chin practically resting on the other's shoulder. that damn smile is unreadable on her. a smile usually has a clear message, but it seemed as if hunter's lips were always stuck upturned.

@thebubblybutcher

[She's briefly startled, letting out a little squeak - scary! Upon seeing the object, though, she closed her hand around it. Her hands were oddly cold. Her eyes are wide, and she's got a bright smile.]

Oh, thanks! Um. What's the occasion, Hunter? Do you need a favor, or something?

[She's more used to taking things than being given - So, naturally, she expects it to cost her something. She turns the earring a few times, her eyes sparkling.]

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

(hunter, once again, has appeared in the locked medbay without a sound. she's leaning on the counter next to the incubator.)

"thanks for sewing me up again! by the way, i'm the one that nicked yer dremel saw. sorry 'bout that. the latest fresh meat 'ad bones on 'im like a moose."

(she taps on the incubator's plastic top, cooing at the egg.)

"oi, how long until the li'le tyke is done bakin'? i wanna say hi already!!"

@mentally-unstable-hunter

Ah, ja, perhaps steer further from trouble zhan you currently are? You are like Engineer, und all he does is chop his limbs off like carrots vhen he feels like it.

Und no vorries, if you vant, you can keep zhat saw. I have a sehr large amount of all types of zhem.

[Finishing up and shoving box of appendages in the fridge, he stood up, walked over, and leaned over the incubator.]

Hmm. Soon. Vant to take it out and see if it vill shake? It should be avound zhat time.