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[She hears it alright, doesn’t comment but she’s grinning. Goddam it she’s grinning. It feels kind of normal.

She’s missed normal.]

It probably has worms. Or-

[south pauses a second and looks out at the woods, feeling watched but not seeing anything]

[Beh, worms. There's ways of dealing with that. ]

Shame to waste it. [He's just being practical.

--he freezes when she moves, tracking her gaze, and moving, stepping back from the boar corpse, trying to flank whatever it was. ]

Could use it as bait

[She mumbles, feeling paranoid and stupid when she doesn't see anything right off.

But then she sees a branch move, something unseen moving around. Well great, invisible creatures. Just what she needs. It was probably stalking the boars, with them killed now, she can only guess who it's stalking now.

South's not sure where the things head would be, how big it is, but she takes aim at the branch that's bending and shoots]

Bait'll work. Might have worked already.

[Though he's not sure he wants to see what would be a natural predator of these things.

He sees her move, take a shot, and his own gun is aiming along the same vector, but...what the hell's she shooting at? He can't see anything out there, just moving branches. ]

...the fuck?

It's cloaked!

[She calls out when he doesn't seem to be...doing anything. Like that should be information enough to explain an invisible creature ripping through the branches.

Part of her worries if it's something from her world, definitely not form his if he doesn't know it's cloaked. But it bleeds red and not a neon color, when she apparently tags it's leg, so that's a relief at least. Probably not a Covvie.

The injury knocks off it's cloaking, and it's a big, nasty looking thing. Almost looks like a mountain troll or something out of a fantasy story, it doesn't look happy to have bullets in it's leg. Which don't seem to be stopping it much, or slowing it at all. Clearly the answer is shoot it more, at it's face now that she can see it]

[What the fuck kind of sci fi bullshit is this. He doesn't see it until it's almost on top of him.

Still, he moves fast enough, aiming his gun at one of the eyes, and sending two rounds into the eyesocket, diving to roll out of its path.]

[The beast staggers, then twists and starts back at them on all fours instead of just it's feet, looking something like a gorilla. A big, ugly, demon space gorilla but. Still. Big monkey on the loose, bloodied but not stopped.

She slaps her rifle on her back and yanks out a knife, it's still not too close to the point she'd have a hard time shooting it with a ranged weapon, and she does have a pistol on her thigh. But, honestly, she has a lot of pent up rage and can't help herself from charging at it, kicking off a tree to jump on it's back.

Armored fingers dig into it's skull where it'd been shot, curling in it's socket and to keep from being thrown off. Her other hand digs the blade into it's neck, over and over. It's hands frantically paw at her as she keeps her helmet down against it's head, just out of it's reach. Her legs stay squeezing over it's shoulders, is reminded a little of the mechanical bulls in bars back home.

She's must've hit a artery or something, it's a bloody mess but it gets messier, spurts of red spraying out as the thing finally drops on it's belly and goes stops moving. She looks at it, at her knife, considers a second then slams the blade into it's skull from behind, a sickening crack and a twitch of it's arm and it's all over.]

Did it get you?

[She asks as she looks over at him from her mounted spot on top of the beast, it looked like he'd rolled out of it's way in time but, she figures it can't hurt to ask]

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[Yeah, he repeats: what the fuck was that.

In fact, what the fuck was even going on here, because if he replayed that in his head, it sure looked like she rescued his ass from a bad situation. That...doesn't happen in Frank's life. Ever. For about a dozen different reasons. ]

I'm good. [Which is not quite the same as being 'fine'. But he's functional. That counts. Although, in the future, he'd appreciate if she could aim the arterial blood spray away from him. ]

Nice moves.

[South definitely rescued him, just ask her, she'll insist she did. But at least, for right now, she's not saying it. She's just putting her knife back on her chest-plate and shaking her hands to get some of the blood off. The blood spray was an accident, she wasn't exactly aiming, but she's not really apologizing for it either.

She does grin behind her helmet though, shrugging her shoulder and taking the second to reload her gun while it's calm]

Well I wasn't a space marine for nearly half my life for nothing. Besides, this thing kinda reminds me of something...similar back home. It's uglier and more hairy but, big and invisible.

Was it alien enough for you this time?

[That's why he's never going to ask her. Obviously.

Besides, half the points off for getting him bloody. ]

Space Marine. [Two words that individually make sense, but no sense together. How's that work?]

Yeah, think that pretty much tops off alien as shit for me. [He's going to step closer to inspect it. ] They work alone or are we about to get a lot more company?

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[Definitely untrue. It’s double points for blood splatter!]

Yup. Marine in space. That’s apparently unheard of around here, though. [Saying space marine means something where she’s from, but so far, it’s just a crazy idea around here]

Seems clear to me, for now [She says after she looks around, not picking up anything on her visor. Good.

She’s still paranoid, but not enough she isn’t going to pluck off her helmet off, cleaning it off as she glanced up at him again for a second]

You’re welcome, by the way. [Because of course she says something, she can’t help herself.]

[Blood splatter, he's down with. Not on his own face, though. Sharing is not always caring.]

Seriously? Fucking moon station. You'd think that'd be normal.

[Seriously, if you put the pieces together....and, uh, she's...kind of hot. Concentrate, asshole. ]

You've got better equipment. [It's not unfair, just...unfair.]

Seeing as I was born super far from Earth, to put it simply- yeah, kinda normal to me.

[They were a big deal, sure, a very exciting thing to a kid growing up. But it's still just a normal thing, no more weird than a "normal" military position. Exciting, yeah, bragging rights, but. It's a normal thing. Not her fault the other people around here are from places that haven't got past Earth's moon.

She flashes a grin at him, shrugging and turning her helmet over in her hands]

The equipment is just to look pretty, could do this naked if I wanted to.

Yeah? You look normal. [That's the non-sci-fi guy commenting on someone being born far from Earth. She doesn't seem to have tentacles or spots or anything...that he can see. ]

That could get...gross. [Okay, why is that image in his head right now? Because it could get gross, but he kind of wants to see that. ]

Most people didn’t leave earth hundreds of years ago to breed with aliens- I’m as human as anyone. An above average human but. And Russian to be exact. [She actually liked Russia the times they visited, and still knows the language fluently. But no tentacles or anything. Full human here]

I guess it could get messy. But blood does come off skin pretty easily. [Shrugging, she doesn’t notice any of his thoughts of course, gesturing with her helmet between the dead beasts and back towards the eall] You wanna keep going or head back?

Blood comes off skin, but it also carries a shit ton of diseases. [Bloodborne pathogens not a thing in weird space future?]

We've come this far. Haven't seen anything worth reporting back.

Unless you're getting tired or something.

Eh, the hospital here can bring people back to life, I'm sure they could fix diseases.

[Reckless? Yeah definitely. But that should've been her middle name, honestly]

Just thought I'd give you a chance to go home. Giant troll beasts might not be the worst things out here.

[She shrugs, pulling her helmet back on and scanning around them a second before adding]

Didn't want to get your pretty face eaten or something, but if you're good to go, then by all means lets get going.

Not sure I trust their medicine. [Frank Castle? Paranoid? Nah. ]

If I can see them, I can handle them. [He sounds cocky--most of it is legit. The rest is, uh, his own unique brand of machismo.]

...what? [That was a joke, right? ]

I guess when you wake up not dead but not a zombie, there's a teeny bit of trust given to their doctor magic

[Otherwise? Yea. She'd probably be the same.]

I'd offer to let you try my helmet, but the HUD would probably be more distracting than useful right now

[It's a little teasing- but the HUD can be crazy distracting when first using it. UNSC didn't have anything as active, and ODST's system was pretty straight forward. Freelancer, for all it's faults, really went all out on it's equipment. It makes her wonder if they could make some kind of tracker that'd be compatible with her helmet, give her a way more detailed reading on her radar more than just 'current moving things bigger than a cat']

And no, she's not going to specify if it's a joke or not, she just checks her radar again and steps over one of the dead boars, resuming their trek]

Why not go full sci fi bullshit? How do we know we're not, you know goddam clones?

[One Frank Castle is enough. Even for Frank Castle.]

Yeah, no. I don't need shit like that. [Also, he's going to just forget the compliment. For reasons. And for the same reasons, she can take point for now, and he'll bring up the six, checking their route. ]

I had a twin- I'm good on never having a clone to go along with that.

[She blinks behind her helmet, the idea of clones is crazy and she won't humor it with a second thought. Just a third and fourth- listen. If they can bring people back from the dead like they did her, who knows what they have in their little labs]

Like I said, I don't need my gear. It just makes it easier. I could kill a man with my bare hands, but it's easier to do it with a weapon, ya know?

[After being on the run and her armor losing power often, having to try finding a place to get it's core charged, going a long time without using it and relying on just herself- she's pretty certain she doesn't need it to survive. But good god does it make this so much easier]

I'm good on never having a clone, fucking, period.

[Why can't shit be just the normal amount of fucked up?]

Yeah, yeah, I heard. You can make your own fetish porn video of you naked blood wrestling these things, with a kick ass techno soundtrack. Got it.

[He...would buy that video.]

You have the most kinkiest thoughts in that head, don't you?

[She's mostly teasing, but she does look at him and tilt her helmet like it's a legitimate question]

Ya know, most people just want to see naked chicks wrestling in jello, just saying.

You're the one who keeps talking about fighting naked. I'm just rolling with it.

[Okay, running with it. Same difference.]

Maybe I aim a little higher.

I only said naked once, you're the one who keeps coming back to it.

[She insists, sparing a glance over her shoulder at him before giving a curious noise]

How's the ranking go, anyways? Mud, jello, then blood? Is pudding in there somewhere? And what about baby oil?

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[gore, blood, violence.]

Guess who gets lost in their own inbox? (spoiler:me)

paps face and hugs it's okay

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are they going to end up together XD

i mean she wouldn't be opposed ;P

LOL

he's fun, she hasn't had fun in a long time

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