Commander John Shepard (spectrestatus) wrote in makebelievelog, @ 2013-08-25 15:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | gretel, john shepard |
Who: Gretel and John Shepard
What: Hunting!
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The Forest
Rating/Warnings: None so far
Status: Closed/Complete
True to his word, John was managing his steps perfectly fine in the quiet of the forest, and keeping her pace fairly easily. While he'd never used his Infiltrator training in practice quite like this, it was nice to know that different facets of his knowledge could be applied elsewhere. He remained a few feet behind Gretel, as she was the one actively hunting, following her steps in complete silence as he carefully picked footholds and scanned the area around them for prey. There was a familiar hint of tension, alertness in the air that reminded him of creeping into enemy territory, the uncertainty of way lay ahead. It made him feel a bit nostalgic, bringing in a flood of memories. For a split second, when he glanced over his shoulder, he almost expected to see Garrus and Tali following along behind, watching him for orders.
There were only trees, a thick blanket of brown and green separating them from the civilized world, bird calls and shifting branches muffling the sounds of people and industry. No Turian, no Quarian. It was almost with a pang that he returned to the present, glancing down at the ground for his next careful step.
From mid-thigh to just aove his knee, the outer side of his right leg was covered by a smooth, dark metal, firmly strapped over the deep blue denim of his pants. The customizability of his armor had always been a large bonus, but using it in such an unconventional manner was a first for him. The leg plate provided the only holster for his Arc Pistol that had come with him, and the metal was thin and light enough that it did little to hamper him. With who-knew-what potentially wreaking havoc in the forest he certainly wasn't going trekking in the wild only armed with his omni-blade, or leave Gretel to defend the two of them on her own.
Not that she didn't seem perfectly capable of doing so.
Gretel had been an interesting sight to behold upon meeting her for their journey into the woods, getting his first glimpse of the leather outfit in question. He'd been a perfect gentleman about it, of course, having managed a few trips into several Asari dance clubs while keeping his game face on back in his own universe. One thing John had in spades was self-control, but he was still a man, and she was certainly worthy of appraisal. In the end, he did keep his mouth shut, and his eyes where they belonged, for the most part. Gretel was proving to be both a quiet, and capable hunter, the fluffy carcasses of a few rabbits and squirrels the most immediate proof of that. John had never eaten either one, though he wasn't a stranger to game meat. His first trip to Tuchanka had been full of Varren meat and Pyjak jerky, neither of which was particularly edible. Still, he was willing to try if she eventually offer.
John's omni-tool was quietly mapping the area they traversed through, as it generally did whenever its owner found himself in a new place. There was little chance of either of them getting lost, but any information he could get about this place, the better.
Movement to his left drew his attention to another rabbit, through the brush about twenty feet to his left, and instantly his feet stopped. He eyed it with his peripheral vision, not wanting to move enough to startle it, clicking his tongue quietly against the roof of his mouth, once, to get Gretel's attention. He felt a little bad for helping the tiny critter to its untimely demise, but he knew that where there was one there were plenty more.