Hunter’s day’s been a bit of a weird one. Not that any day is a simple one. Except maybe travelling days, those are fine.
Except when they’re not. Leaf notes. What happened outside Saint Albert--
“Stays outside Saint Albert,” Hunter finishes out loud. She turns the corner, all the different leashes in one hand. She has to tug some of them, not naming any particular names, a bit more than the others. Okay, maybe a bit of naming names. It’s Jet. “You’re never going to let us live that down, are you.”
There’s… rainbows everywhere. And what looks like two Epics just turning away from what could’ve been a conflict but wasn’t. Common enough experience that they recognize it just from the way the Epics are standing.
Fightn’t, A.E.G.I.S. interjects.
No, Leaf retorts internally, at the same time Hunter says, “No.”
Fightn’t. Noun. Definition. A situation where Epics don’t fight even though they could.
“No,” Hunter repeats. “Not doing this again. Focusing. Turn back or keep going?”
Turn back, Leaf insists, and A.E.G.I.S. doesn’t have a response. She’s about to do that when she gets a bad feeling. Like she’s already been noticed.
Ally is about to ditch this man when she notices a person with seven dogs, all different sizes. She thinks, Another Epic? No probably a normal person just walking their dogs.
She starts to wonder whether she should ask the person to pet their dogs when they realize that the normal person would just comply to every demand. Humans are so the not-stand-up type.
She decides to go with the first option. She walks up to the dog person and says, “Hi, can I pet your dogs?”
Zyth follows Rainbow Sparkles Epic over to the dog person that she’s suddenly taken interest in.
“Everyone wants to pet the dogs today,” Hunter grumbles.
Don’t be too testy, Leaf warns.
You? Thinking someone is too testy? She just thinks it, though.
Ally listens as the person grumbles about how everyone wants to pet a dog. She decides to go to an alternative.
“Do the dogs have names?”
Zyth looks from Sparkly Rainbow Epic to the dog person.
“It would be polite to ask their name and how they’re doing,” Zyth says, the comment directed at Rainbow Sparkly Weird Epic. He sighs, then turns to address the dog person. “Hello, what are you called?”
“Yeah, dogs have names. We’ve got one too,” she pulls back to keep them from bounding too energetically towards the strange Epics. Not like any Epic isn’t a bit weird. Still, the rainbow gimmick’s fun. Better than painting with blood. Or, maybe, she figures, the rainbows are secretly blood? That sounds about right. “Hunter’s usually fine. If I start complaining about that and saying it’s Pocket instead, whack me on the head real good.”
Don’t just leave it at that, Leaf complains.
“For not-getting-a-concussion reasons, that’s a joke.”
Cute dogs, Ally thinks.
“What do you mean by we?” she asks Hunter.
“You know,” she says dismissively, turning a bit to keep the pack from jumping at the rainbow one. Most of them are better trained than this, jeez. “Down, down. Do you need money? Or barter to pass through this place? We’re new in town.”
Ally sighs. So much for getting a lead on the weird pronoun usage.
“No, I don’t need money, I need graffiti. And rainbows,” she says. “And I don’t barter, cause i’m t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n. And to answer your q-u-e-s-t-i-o-n, no fees are r-e-q-u-i-r-e-d. Why would I need one?”
Zyth eyes Rainbow Sparkly Epic. “There’s no way you’re thirteen.”
Don’t say anything, we’re already involved too much, Leaf remarks. We should probably leave. We don’t want to get wrapped up in this.
“Paranoid, much?” she says, answering both things.
“How am I paranoid?” Zyth asks, confused and slightly annoyed. “That makes zero sense. Like zero.”
He shakes his head. “We do need to get around to full introductions.” He turns to Sparkles-Galore Epic. “What’s your name?”
Ally feels annoyed. Does this Epic even have eyes?
“Yes I’m t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n.” Ally says to the mysterious and very paranoid Epic. “And my name would be Ally. Like Alley.”
“Nice to meet you, Ally,” Zyth replies. “You’re quite young for an Epic.”
The Epic comments on her age, giving her an odd look. How rude, she thinks.
“Yes I’m very young, but there are younger epics out there.” It was true. There were like 5 year old epics out there. Most epics aged slowly after they received their power. “What ‘s your powers?”
Uh oh… Zyth thinks. Didn’t plan that. Zyth pauses for a moment, then comes up with a brilliant counter. “What are your powers?”
“My powers are rainbow fields and spears and rainbows.” She turns to look at the dog person. “Can I please pet your dogs?”
“Yes, just be careful,” Hunter replies, thinking and we proceed to get even more wrapped up in things.
Yes, Ally thinks. She pets a dog. It’s a mutt, of a breed that Ally can’t recognize. It looks up at her, seemingly asking for more, as she turns to the Epic that likes to avoid everything. “And what is your name?”
While Sparkly Epic who is actually called Ally - but Zyth prefers to think of her as Rainbow Sparkly Epic - pets the dogs, Zyth looks at Hunter, ignoring Sparkly Rainbows-and-Glitter’s question. “And what are your powers?”
“Take care of the dogs and stay alive.” It’s a noncommittal answer, one Leaf’s fond of.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Ally asks the mysterious epic.
"That doesn't matter," Zyth replies to Sparkles-and-Rainbow Glitter Epic.
“Still picking one? There’s no pressure.”
“Ouch,” Ally says, “you’re the type that just uses their normal name?”
"You use your normal name, Sparkles."
“No such thing as a normal name.”
“Fine, you can call me Zyth.” He glares at both of them, before turning back to Hunter. “And yes that’s my ‘normal' name. “Where were we?”
“Leaving, for us.” Leaf says, stepping in. Hunter grumbles just a bit, internally. Interesting conversation is so rare.
What am I, chopped liver?
“I thought you were new in town.”
“We are. That doesn’t rule out having work,” Hunter says, “We like to travel.”
“Travel where? It’s not like you have many options,” Zyth replies. “Edmonton is one of the safer places.”
“You could say that.”
"I just said that, so yes I could."
She curtly nods like she’s made a point.
Zyth sighs. "Are you a High Epic? 'Cause if you're not, we'd be safer together."
“We travel with the only company we need,” she says, tilting her head towards her dogs. “If you want to come with us, then you better be prepared to help.”
“Help me,” Ally said “help you? Sure! Rainbows and graffiti, here we come!”
“With food and walks and clean water and medical care. Practical things.”
Don’t push it, Leaf says.
We do need help.
“Graffiti and rainbows are practical,” Ally tells Hunter.
“Those aren’t practical,” Zyth responds, “but I suppose having a more showy Epic to protect us might help.”
He looks at Hunter. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m wondering if you have a place to stay the night.”
“I’m sure we can get one,” Zyth says, looking at Ally.
“Any place is a place to stay if you kill the owners.” Ally says darkly.
Zyth coughs. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”