█{{✰}}██ The shooter’s own scent wouldn’t have been much a surprise, given she carried a constant one of gunpowder herself yet pollution was not one of them. She only held the one so far strongly, with the faintest hint of stagnant air. Oh right… she’s staring too much at this point with azure trailing towards ruined buildings as if to make up for that. “…” Would he mind if she followed? Maybe not, considering she isn’t the one attempting to kill him or anything; she’s not the type even if she’s beginning to follow.
He knew more than she did, which would help by plenty if she were to be there awhile in this instance. Of course she would leave if he were to disagree, knowing her lithe form is completely open to any form of damage. A nasty pair of scars tissue is proof that one person had gotten close enough to strike her down and leave a permanent sort of mark as a means of reminding her of the mistake she made. Left herself open, too open and she got close enough to carve into her flesh no matter what she did.
It isn’t like she can’t hold her own of course, no hand holding is necessary other than being in need of an explanation about this place. That, can wait also knowing he may not exactly feel up for a conversation at any time soon, which she is patient with knowing she holds the same attitude. Conversations were bothersome when she usually held little to no idea on how exactly to respond to questions and other things given to her. She’s getting off track again at this point, right, she had to bring herself to ask first. “… follow?” Just a simple yes or no thankfully would help.
She’ll stay there otherwise and wait if he disagrees on her accompanying him throughout this job he’s about to do, not unless he had other ideas for the young shooter to follow through with. He’s calling the shots here after all, she’s simply the one entering this little hunt without knowledge of anything there save for an intense reminder of home. It’s… like home to her yet not given there’s a lot more life, but that can wait. She needed to watch for his answer.
His mouth softens from its hardened line to merely retaining an apathetic curve. He observes her with muted interest; she is slightly unnerving, merely standing there and gazing through him as if in deep thought. Lashes narrow in the bright sunlight, harsh and glaring overhead, casting small shadows that only seem to hover around their feet. The concrete grave of so many lies dormant, and the stench of death is still faintly visible, even eight years after the plate fell. The plate system–that itself was a marvel. It was only in deeply thought-out blueprints in his Turk days, when Shin-Ra was merely a large manufacturing plant. Then…you were able to see the sky, polluted slightly, from the earth beneath your toes, not only by walking on the second level of the city. A giant pizza, he recalled, is what Barret had called it. How…terrifying. He considers himself not a religious man, but it remains nothing short of a miracle that church in Sector Five still stands. The girl of flowers and laughter, with just a slight hint of flirt for him [it had made him smile beneath his cowl, and he dares to say she knew it], had tended flowers there, and she had been the one the Planet had heard. How…heartening. Now, however, the steel and greyed rust lie about them in ruins; the Meteor had caused it to come crashing down, like a broken dream, upon the high throne of the tyrants that had somehow survived. And now…a den of monsters, of crime, of a mass grave. Not a place for children to be playing. But… This girl stands here, watching with an inquiry. ’Follow? Follow me, or I to follow her? I wonder…‘ Parting plush, pale lips, he responds carefully, “…Do what you like. But don’t get in my way.” Making a left turn, his cloak flutters wildly as he leaps atop a crumbled roof and jumps down to the other side. Striding confidently toward the cave made by two slabs of thick metal, he draws his hound and begins his quest, barks of his dog reverberating off the walls.
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