[ Ciri's already drawing certain conclusions. Chief among them: Suspiciously Strong Man is the one to talk to, and the other one doesn't know what he's doing. Amateur monster hunters of some sort? Or perhaps not amateurs, at least not one of them. Few of the newly summoned (another issue to think about, that this is still going on) decide wandering into the desert specifically looking for monsters is one of the first things on their to-do lists.
(She also definitely assumes bazooka is the name of a sword. Whoops.)
She surveys them a few seconds longer, keeping an eye on the dagger but making no move to stop him from taking it. There is no indication whether or not his friend is forgiven, but Ciri does answer said friend's question. Looking directly at the other guy (Castiel) as she does. ]
Plenty more where these came from. Though they tend to be solitary beasts. Two at once like this is unusual. [ She'd been taken off guard, honestly -- not that she'll say as much. No way she could have expected the second chaigon barreling in out of nowhere while she was only halfway through dispatching its friend. Or mate. ]
They also rarely wander this close to the city.
[ She's beginning to put the pieces together. The merchant who had hired her complained of losing goods and having trouble hiring wagon drivers due to increased chaigon activity on the way to Aquila. A mating season, perhaps? Would explain the over-aggression, even by chaigon standards, and the unusual number of them seen together. Ciri frowns thoughtfully, lips pressed together, glancing between the two corpses. She might be able to convince the client to hire her longer term as a wagon escort until the beasts disperse again.
--in any case. She'll deal with that later.
Now, she has two dead chaigons and two new idiots on her hands. ]
Consider being less cavalier about throwing around your origins in the future. We are a handful in a vast city, and lots of folks aren't from Cadens to begin with. If you must, say you're from afar.
[ Never know when someone might start getting ideas about their kind. Ciri prefers not to throw that kind of information about casually, but to another pair of Summoned, it only makes sense to let them know she is one too. They tend to keep an eye on one another. ]
no subject
(She also definitely assumes bazooka is the name of a sword. Whoops.)
She surveys them a few seconds longer, keeping an eye on the dagger but making no move to stop him from taking it. There is no indication whether or not his friend is forgiven, but Ciri does answer said friend's question. Looking directly at the other guy (Castiel) as she does. ]
Plenty more where these came from. Though they tend to be solitary beasts. Two at once like this is unusual. [ She'd been taken off guard, honestly -- not that she'll say as much. No way she could have expected the second chaigon barreling in out of nowhere while she was only halfway through dispatching its friend. Or mate. ]
They also rarely wander this close to the city.
[ She's beginning to put the pieces together. The merchant who had hired her complained of losing goods and having trouble hiring wagon drivers due to increased chaigon activity on the way to Aquila. A mating season, perhaps? Would explain the over-aggression, even by chaigon standards, and the unusual number of them seen together. Ciri frowns thoughtfully, lips pressed together, glancing between the two corpses. She might be able to convince the client to hire her longer term as a wagon escort until the beasts disperse again.
--in any case. She'll deal with that later.
Now, she has two dead chaigons and two new idiots on her hands. ]
Consider being less cavalier about throwing around your origins in the future. We are a handful in a vast city, and lots of folks aren't from Cadens to begin with. If you must, say you're from afar.
[ Never know when someone might start getting ideas about their kind. Ciri prefers not to throw that kind of information about casually, but to another pair of Summoned, it only makes sense to let them know she is one too. They tend to keep an eye on one another. ]
When did they pull you out?