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John Jones (red_eyed_hunter) wrote in wariscoming,

John had been walking with purpose, trying to take in everything that he saw. It was just as different as the rest of the world he had seen so far. Earth was a war zone. Kansas as well, but everyone all over, what little was left, were fighting to survive. He regretted not being here to help stop it. Or to at least help defend against it. How had he died? He didn't remember it. It must have been something big. He had been curious if it was Lucifer himself. Or maybe a host of overwhelming numbers. He was capable of many great things and not easy to get rid of.. but it wasn't impossible. He paused then, momentarily slowing down in his stride when he saw someone approaching him from a distance. There was the option of flying off yet again, but that wouldn't solve anything. He needed to be here. And he wasn't the type to just run off before assessing a situation. "I come in peace," he said, hands raised slightly. He immediately realized that sounded cliche since he was a Martian even though he was unsure if this one knew that much about him. She could have at least saw him land, however, with no need of equipment.

The man stopped completely, not moving or take any further steps toward the woman. Best not to make himself a threat. "My name is John Jones," he called out then, explaining himself, "or at least, that is my Earth name. I don't know why I'd be sent five years into the future or whatever tragedy happened to me then, but I'm here now to enlist in the battle. Can you tell me what camp is this? And who's in charge? I'd like to join them." It was also evident that he'd have to submit to a few tests to prove he wasn't a demon. He obviously wasn't a zombie, but one couldn't be too careful. But he would be as cooperative as needed when they got to that part.