#v; war is coming

[thcwatcher]

@sanguinariis​

“What seems to be the matter? Skag got your tongue?” Was that the correct phrase humans used? The Watcher wasn’t sure. Whatever was bothering the man was making him oddly quiet. Which was strange to The Watcher, where the majority of the humans she had encountered had been loud. That had been the way on Pandora and Helios at least. Several more seconds of silence passed.

“If you are not going to start talking, then maybe I should.” Her spear was gripped in her right hand, just in case. “I am looking for someone. A young man, about this height,” Her freehand gestured to around the 5′7′‘ mark. “Could or could not be wearing glasses. Seen anyone like them?” It wasn’t much to go off of, but it was a start. If they wanted more information, The Watcher would surely give it to them.

[thcwatcher]

@psychotheory​

“I can fix that for you. If you allow me to, of course.” Her experience with Eridian tech gave her an edge that not all humans had. However, while she was knowledgeable about Eridian tech, her knowledge on the tech that humans used was a little more stunted. The Watcher had managed to pick up a few things on her travels here and there and she was slowly learning the ways of different things. Guns were her forte, always had, always would be. Things like vehicles, however, were a different story. 

This didn’t seem like it would be too bad though. Not exactly out of her comfort zone, but not too far out of it that she didn’t know what she was doing. Of course, her fixing this was at the entirety of if the man wanted to trust her with it. Her own weapon was strapped to her back, her body language as relaxed as a Guardian’s could be in this situation. While it wasn’t out of the question that the man would turn around and fire at her, The Watcher wanted to come off as non-threatening as possible.

“I may be able to add an edge to it too, if you so wish. But that would take me a little bit longer.” Not that that helped much with the whole trusting her issue, but it was a start. Neither of them were going to get anywhere if either of them didn’t try. Well, The Watcher could. There was nothing stopping her from continuing on, unassuming that anything here could kill her. This was the moment of truth.

“Can I take a look?” She asked, pointing a long finger at the item in question.

[thcwatcher]

@numericalassassin

“I feel as if something is watching us.” If she were human, she would feel a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach. But instead, there was that feeling that something was watching them both. Were they being followed by someone? Or was it a hungry beast stalking them to see if they could get a meal out of either of them?

“Were you followed when you came here?” Not that this place was much of a secret, but The Watcher preferred to be prepared for what was coming. It wasn’t out of the question that The Watcher was followed here either, but she would start with the other first. Perhaps they could invite whatever it was to join them in their little adventure. That’s if there was something following them and The Watcher’s senses weren’t going haywire.

[thcwatcher]

@frcndeur

“A fight?” The man wasn’t bleeding heavily, but enough to draw The Watcher’s attention to the wound he carried. She could help him heal it but would he accept such an action from a strange, alien creature? Especially when there was a vending machine right around the corner. But, this was the dust, what did she expect from it?

“I expected bandits to put up a fight, but not with knives.” Bullets seemed to be more their things. Apart from the psychos and the midgets, those were the only exceptions it seemed. If he was turning in a mission, it would explain why he looked so roughed up. In any case, she needed something done. Something that she couldn’t do herself and that someone else, such as the man in front of her, could help with. She may as well get straight to the point too. 

“I was wondering if you could help me with something mechanical. However, if you are having trouble, I can always come back later.” 

[thcwatcher]

continued from here | @5h4d0wtr4p​

“I would not.” Her voice was slow, almost as if she was carefully considering her answer. “It is why I asked.” Though perhaps they both knew, deep down, what the answer really was. But neither of them were going to answer.

“Yet, with the way you are glaring at me, even if I knew the answer, do you think I would answer you honestly?” It was a harmless question really. She was not intending on provoking him further, despite part of her wanting to, but did he expect her to give up her knowledge quite so easily?

[thcwatcher]

continued from here | @colourfuldahling​

“I believe your body begs to differ.” She eyed the crimson stain that was slowly spreading across the man’s body and the increasingly rate at which his skin drew pale. She wasn’t particularly worried about the man’s safety or health, but she didn’t want an unnecessary death on her hands. 

She sighed at his remark. “I do not. I could leave you, if you wish, it would not haunt me. You would bleed to death before you froze.” She pointed out. She figured his body would be frozen over within a couple of hours at least. “Call it what you want, fate, a gesture of good faith, but at least do me the favour of getting you to somewhere warmer. I can patch you up and be on my way.” She offered. It was the very least she could and wouldn’t interrupt her journey too much.

[thcwatcher]

@betterhealing

The Watcher found herself in the midst of a quiet period. Though ‘quiet’ was debatable, nothing on Pandora seemed quiet. She had made herself comfortable in the headquarters of the Crimson Raiders with what she hoped was a good book. Rarely was she given the chance to sit down to do something of her own devices. In the past few years, she could only pluck a handful of memories off the top of her head for her to be able to do so. While she knew she should very well be planning for the upcoming war, the others were far too distracted for her to accomplish anything right now. She had a bit of free time on her hands, which was unusual. 

A few more minutes passed and she was comfortable settling into her book, when she heard footsteps, voices and the sound of the HQ door opening. This was not an uncommon occurance, so she did not bother to look up. But it was only at the mention of her title that she started to listening. Briefly looking over the top of the book, she spotted an oddly familiar face. Her book was lowered to her lap, resting open on the page that she managed to get to and she stared as the man entered the room with one of the Raiders. Her large, gangly form seemed almost comical in the chair she was sitting in but it was the only place she could sit that would withhold her.

“I realise it is terribly impolite of me to eavesdrop, but I could not ignore that thought that I thought I was mentioned in the conversation you were having.” Not that she was eavesdropping in the first place, but she had heard something. Her head moved between both men now in front of her, hoping for some semblance of an answer. “Would you mind telling me how I came to be the topic of such a thing.”

[thcwatcher]

continued from here | @brcwler​

“That is certainly a relief to know.” One less person to worry about and it gave her a bit more time to talk with the man. “I am The Watcher. An Eridian.” She knew who he was, at the very least. “You are August, correct?”