Characters: Nate Summers and Rachel Summers Where: St. John's and then out on patrol What: Nate said he'd stop by to meet Rachel on her patrol. When: Day 10, night. Rating: TBD, nothing too serious yet
It wasn't difficult for Nate to find the campus; in fact he'd already been on his way when he decided to finally get onto the communicator and reach out to others. After reading a few of the other entries curiously, he weighed the pros and cons of speaking up. It turned out to be the right move in the end. The reality was his plan for the most active threat - the bugs - would be impossible without the help of others. He was a wary man, but not so much he couldn't see past his suspicious nature to the smartest decisions. Besides, sooner or later he was going to interact with the rest of them, if they were all going to continue to survive and co-exist. This made it happen on his terms.
And he liked the responses. Smart and powerful people, all with the guts hopefully to go with the firepower.
Hope and Rachel stood out to him, and he was a little thrown off by it. Summers wasn't necessarily a rare name, as far as he knew, but the telepathy was more than coincidental. He needed to get a better sense for himself. He arrived at the cathedral before Rachel. She said that was where she started, and he wanted to get a sense of the surroundings better. For now he did not go deeper into the campus itself, staying on the outskirts where there were more likely to be potential threats. Nate had a way of standing out; subtle didn't go with the glowing eye or the heavy silver arm. Nor with the tall, imposing figure and various body scars, the most obvious ones being over his human eye.