( Dean's knowledge about all these kids from Clarisse and Will's universe has been assembled piecemeal, bit by bit, through conversations and context he's either had with them, or read up on public network interactions. He knows enough, for instance, to know that something very bad may happen if one of them were to go wandering out into the Badlands, where it's open season for monsters even to the normies that aren't absolute monster magnets.
Which Clarisse very much is.
So when he hears of her stupid plan to take up the torch and deliver medical supplies, he can only groan privately to himself. He doesn't bother asking her. Doesn't bother coordinating. He's just there already, waiting, when she shows up at the gate to leave the city. He's saddled up on Chevelle with a gun strapped to his back, a sword at his hip, and a number of other bits of gear hanging from her saddle bags, waiting expectantly. When Clarisse finally arrives, he grunts out an impatient: )
About time.
( And then sets off at a trot beside her. Like she had any indication whatsoever he'd be joining her on this delivery.
In his defense, he thinks if she knew she would've bitched about it or something. This was just easier. There's no way in hell he's letting one of these teenagers run around out there without a hunter for an escort, and as it so happens, he's one of only maybe two other Summoned well-versed in the Badlands. So.
Escort duty. It's happening whether she likes it or not. )
→ ᴄʟᴀʀɪssᴇ (ᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ)
Which Clarisse very much is.
So when he hears of her stupid plan to take up the torch and deliver medical supplies, he can only groan privately to himself. He doesn't bother asking her. Doesn't bother coordinating. He's just there already, waiting, when she shows up at the gate to leave the city. He's saddled up on Chevelle with a gun strapped to his back, a sword at his hip, and a number of other bits of gear hanging from her saddle bags, waiting expectantly. When Clarisse finally arrives, he grunts out an impatient: )
About time.
( And then sets off at a trot beside her. Like she had any indication whatsoever he'd be joining her on this delivery.
In his defense, he thinks if she knew she would've bitched about it or something. This was just easier. There's no way in hell he's letting one of these teenagers run around out there without a hunter for an escort, and as it so happens, he's one of only maybe two other Summoned well-versed in the Badlands. So.
Escort duty. It's happening whether she likes it or not. )