(no subject) (part 2)

[initiatesnpc]

Here is an overflow log for the Black Rock, New Mexico mission! The original log is here, and the OOC information is here. Start new threads or continue old ones, this is just some more room for it to grow into.

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[skennen]

I have seen [and pet] a few dogs here.

[But any further detailing of animal encounters ends there, in part because he realizes there's probably no point to giving her that information. He doubts she means to go looking for other animals to test out her ability on, after all.

The other reason he cuts off there is because a sidelong glance has alerted him to the presence of a small group of well-armed men nearby. Locals. They're all a little too alert for his liking, peering into windows and checking out the people they pass by.

With a frown, Connor slides around to the side of his horse and mounts it in a single, careful motion.

He directs his horse to the back of the woman's small herd. There he assumes a perfectly casual pose, bowing his head slightly and resting one hand on the saddle's pommel.

Sure enough, the posse walk past a moment later and afford him only a passing look before moving on.

He waits until they're well down the street before reining his horse to the side and bringing him up alongside the other Transport.]

Have you been working on the mission the Initiative assigned us?

[struckout]

[ Dogs are ... alright, but not really useful in the way that would make Lightning all that interested in them beyond superficial notice--

Before she can reply, however, something far more curious happens. Feeling a touch jumpy on her own, she glances aside, nearly leaning forward enough to prompt her mare forward before changing her mind at the last second. She has no desire to look conspicuous herself, after all.

When Connor finally makes his way back up even with her, she spends a long few seconds staring at him, lashes half-veiling her eyes. She may be basically a fallen demigod now, but you know, once upon a time she was in the military instead- technically law enforcement, even.

On the other hand, between then and now she also became marked as the #1 enemy of the state for a while, wanted dead or dying, sooo... who is she to judge? 8| ]

No. [ And given his attitude when they first started speaking- ] I take it you haven't been, either.

[skennen]

[Connor returns her stare with a level gaze.

Totally not concerned about any potential judging.]

No, I do not serve them.

[He looks back to the road ahead before adding, absently enough-]

On the contrary, I am working with a number of other Transports to put an end to their crimes. [Pause.] Kidnapping people and forcing them to participate in their war. At the very least, there should be a choice.

[He leaves out the part about believing the Initiative is involved with an order bent on taking control by stripping away freedom. You just don't spring that in your first conversation with someone.

Touching his heels to the gelding's sides, horse and man move off at a walk.]

If you are of a similar mind about the Initiative's actions, perhaps we will see one another again in the city. [He throws an introduction over his shoulder as he goes.] My name is Connor.

[struckout]

[ His name doesn't mean much to her given all the weird ones she's heard here so far... though the fact that he doesn't offer something more identifying, despite the implied meaning behind him giving it to her in the first place, briefly crosses her mind. That too isn't something she can really complain about though, given- ]

Lightning.

[ She keeps her voice as neutral as ever and holds her tongue on anything more. Their opinions may or may not align and there's little way to tell given such a short conversation, but she intends to keep his words in mind all the same.

For now she just turns her attention to doing something about her equine entourage. If he noticed the oddity, it's possible others will as well; high visibility was really never her intention here. ]

[skennen]

[Lightning.

That was a name, right, and... not a random word?

Connor glances to the side and then, for a second or two, up.

... No, the skies are as clear as can be. There's not even a hint of a storm brewing somewhere across that great plane of blue.

It must be a name. Or what she would have him call her, anyway.

Nodding once to himself, he spurs his horse into a trot and vanishes down the first alley he comes across. Time to get back to work.]