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The drifter, after being tossed aside like a small towel got an interesting sight as he was tossed into the surroudning trees; a face to face meeting with a man from an outdated time. while the drifter himself might look like a blast from the past with his strange attire, the unfamiliar weaponry at his hip and the neon blue skin might belay something different all together as the drifter merely stares, not saying anything for he could not. At such a close range, anyone could see the scar tissue and dried, neon pink blood between and on the scarf covereing the lower half of his face, his eye a dark green in surprising contrast, the solid nature of the color being odd against such a vibrant person.