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Roger Gimlin:
Roger came running down the trod from his latest patrol. Upon entering the Hollow proper, he sighed softly, happy to be done for the night. His skin/hair over his body was wet with some sweat. His wide black eyes looked around for familiar faces. He wore a black leather duster, buttoned shut. A black sweater and black slacks and hiking boots were beneath the jacket, peaking out.
He headed towards the larder to see if there were any good snacks at present.
Micah Bradley:
Sitting in the kitchen on the way to the larder, was a very human and normal looking man. He was drinking a cup of tea while reading a book written in a different language, German if one were to recognize the title on the spine. He had on a pair of reading glasses, a couple locks of hair messily falling over his face. He was dressed simply, in t-shirt that said I love Philly and dark jeans, ending with black running shoes. All was quiet otherwise...
Roger Gimlin:
"Hello," he said smoothly, looking over the man with curiosity, "I don't think I've met you yet. I am Roger Gimlin, Archer of Winter... How do you do?"
Micah Bradley:
He looked up casually, blinking in surprise that someone spoke to him. He grinned as he spotted who it was. A new friend perhaps! "Hello! I am called Micah. I am very well, thank you. And yourself?"
Roger Gimlin:
"Just got done doing a patrol of the Freehold lands. I am happy to be off duty, as it were. Hungry though..." he started looking for jerky and the like in the larder, "So are you one of the Avowed, to be here?"
Micah Bradley:
"Good guess! Yes, I am. Thank you for keeping the lands safe!" he nodded and closed his book to lay it aside.
Roger Gimlin:
"WEll, I didn't see any obvious Mien, and to be here," he motioned, "You either were avowed, or in trouble. Either way, I wanted to clarify," a smile, all too full of sharp fangs, rather than a normal humanoid shaped set of teeth, "To whom do you hold court?"
Micah Bradley:
"In trouble? With who?" he asked with interest. He didn't answer the Changeling's question on purpose, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Roger Gimlin:
"If you weren't Avowed, and you're not one of the Lost, then you're a normal human who meandered this fall in. All of which could be troublesome in different ways."
Micah Bradley:
"Oh. I see... Hmm, what if I did wonder in by mistake?" he mused, looking Roger up and down curiously as if checking out his strange 'costume'.
Roger Gimlin:
"You already said you're Avowed, and I'm good with detecting lies," he smiled widely, "ANd if you did wander in by mistake, I'd have to detain you until someone could investigate the situation."
Micah Bradley:
Micah giggled gleefully. "Oh, you are quite sharp. Excellent." he crooned in his British accented voice. "As for my leanings... Which season do you think fits me?"
The Fae-Touched man posed as if for a magazine front cover.
Roger Gimlin:
"How are you in a fight?" he countered, "And what do you think about secrets?"
Micah Bradley:
"I suppose I can hold my own, if need be... And secrets are simply knowledge that is kept hushed." he smiled.
Roger Gimlin:
"And do you feel like folx should find their true desires in life? And what about learning more of the supernatural or magical realms?"
Micah Bradley:
"True desires should be sought out with determination of course! And all knowledge is power, which makes supernatural or magical knowledge just as important to have." came his answer without hesitation.
Roger Gimlin:
He studied the man quietly, trying to determine which of the lines would reflect closest to his true association.
Micah Bradley:
Micah sat still, a gentle smile on his face betraying nothing of his association. However, the mirth in his eyes could not be hidden as easily. There was a particularly intense look of enjoying this banter, much like a little monkey figuring out a challenging puzzle.
A second later, he couldn't hold in his grin any longer and his expression broke out into joyful curiosity. He winked mischievously at Roger and invited him to have a seat. "You're quite determined, aren't you, Mr. Roger." he complimented.
Roger Gimlin:
"Autumn," he said simply after moving to sit near Micah. He ripped into the tough meat as if it was string cheese.
Micah Bradley:
"Well, mother always said I was far too expressive for my own good." he giggled.
Roger Gimlin:
"I'm one of Winter... it's our job to suss out all the information we can."
Micah Bradley:
"Really? How interesting. And here I thought it was the Ashen's job."
Roger Gimlin:
He chuckled and lifted a finger, "Touche. However. no one spies better than Winter."
Micah Bradley:
"Oh, that sounds exciting. Do you do any spying?" he pressed, leaning forward and resting his chin on the back of intertwined fingers.
Roger Gimlin:
He laughed and gave a wink, "Every winter does -some-, I'd wager. But it's how they do it that is the question. I am mostly a Stage Magician and Scout these days, but if I ever saw a pack of wolves coming, you can be assured I'd be spying and hiding until I could get back here. Not a Summer GLory Hound or the like."
Micah Bradley:
"Aww. Not interested in just a little bit of glory?"
Roger Gimlin:
"Hell No. I like to live."
Micah Bradley:
He grinned at Roger's answer. "I do too. But sometimes, you can't just hide away to gain information. You have to get out there and look!"
Roger Gimlin:
"OH, I'll go look. But seeing the giant pack, if I'm alone, or a huntsman or whatever? You bet your ass I'm going to sneak my way back and find a Summer War Party."
Micah Bradley:
"Oh, I suppose so. I don't think I have ever come across a Hunstman yet... Perhaps a good thing. Still, I would not mind examining such a creature for myself. Is it true that they have no hearts?"
Roger Gimlin:
Roger turned his head away, by turning at the hips, and frowned, "Honestly? I try not to get too close. I'm not sure about that offhand."
Micah Bradley:
"You do not wish to kill one and examine the body?"
Roger Gimlin:
"Oh, I would kill and examine one if given a chance, but I don't think that I alone could do it."
Micah Bradley:
"I never implied that you should be alone however." he grinned.
Roger Gimlin:
"And so, my point remains. Should I come across the Huntsmen or a pack of enemies or what have you, I would hide, spy, and report back."
Micah Bradley:
"Very wise, yes. Have you seen a lot during your patrols?"
Roger Gimlin:
"Got thrown through a tree by a giantass briar wolf while on patrol with a Summer and an Autumn... I hit it with enough force to eviscerate a cow in one blow... and... nothing
Micah Bradley:
Micah's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh goodness chap! How big was it?"
Roger Gimlin:
"Taller than I am at the shoulder, probably farther than I can reach?" he spread his arms, and the sasquatch had a very wide armspan.
"These?" he showed his very sharp claws, "Didn't put a hitch in its step."
Micah Bradley:
"Ooh, may I?" he asked, eyes widening at the thought of possibly examining a Lost's strange and warped body.
Roger Gimlin:
"Yes, just be careful, I wouldn't wish to hurt you."
Micah Bradley:
"Do not worry about me. I am very careful." he nodded. Micah picked up the glasses he was using to read earlier and placed them on his face so that he could carefully and very gently inspect Roger's hands and claws. He handled it as though he was handling an antique vase or ancient crumbling scrolls. The Changelings in London weren't this friendly or open about themselves, so his curiosity drove his desire to find out more.
Roger Gimlin:
"Thank you, for your care. Hurting someone would not be good."
Micah Bradley:
"Have to learn to be gentle in my profession." he murmured as he continued scanning each claw. Seemingly from nowhere, Micah produces a magnifying glass that even had a light attached to it.
Roger Gimlin:
He yanked away the claw and jumped back a few feet, "Sorry.. sorry..felt like I was being ... sorry."
Micah Bradley:
The Avowed flinched at the sudden movement, looking up at him in surprise. "... Oh, I didn't mean to scare you... Are you alright?"
Roger Gimlin:
He held up a hand with one finger extended, begging a moment.
Micah Bradley:
He raised an eyebrow, but indeed complies by sitting back and silently watching Roger.
Roger Gimlin:
He shook with traumatic memories and slowly breathed out, "Sorry... I didn't think... It reminded me of There."
Micah Bradley:
Realization fills Micah's face and he nodded slowly. "Ah, yes. Your experiences must have been terrible if my examination triggered you. I apologize for causing you pain." he sighed and the magnifying glass disappeared into a pocket.
Roger Gimlin:
"I'm... I'm sorry... I need to go..." he turned and meandered off.
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