[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ipFDYQt.png[/img][/center] [center]Mentions[/center] [center][@FrozenEcstasy] (Kerrigan), [@agentnumalol] (Marston)[/center] To the voice that echoed in his mind, the monstrous Elsen, the Batter said and thought nothing. She suddenly seemed more like the Queen than a lowly Elsen, however, and that did intrigue him. She too had spoken through the whispers of the mind, after all, and had proclaimed herself a Guardian and Goddess of the Zones - the manner in which this creature walked reminded him of her. But for now, it was better to keep his distance. The man in the wide-brimmed hat had stood out the most as the leader of this particular expedition, and so the Batter remained close by him. But for the most part, he simply followed, silent, and carefully listened and watched as they rummaged through the garbage. While he wasn't adverse to it, most of it seemed unusable to him, and so he simply waited for the others patiently. Once they had started to leave the heap and made their decisions, he slowly approached the appointed leader of their expedition, the gunslinger with the wide hat. He gently tapped the side of the bat. [b]"Be careful what you imply about your existence. Specters are an unholy apparition that distort the world."[/b] The more he thought about it, the more questions it raised. Specters were not intelligent. They were not capable of organization or purpose - they simply meandered, whispered, hunted and rendered the world around them impure. They were the embodiment of the black and white becoming grey, of colour in the storm, of the blending of realities. [b]"But for now,"[/b] his voice still echoing and warping like the rim of a half-filled wine glass, [b]"We will remain allies. I am not certain of your true nature just yet, and it would be unwise to start a fight unnecessarily."[/b] [center] ---- [/center] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjEyOC5jYzYzMDAuUVdKbC4wAAAAAA,,/warmonger-bb.regular.png[/img][/center] [center]Mentions[/center] [center][@Crosswire] (Cedar & Quiet), [@FrozenEcstasy] (Kerrigan), [@DracoLunaris] (Shen & Julian)[/center] Abe slowly nodded along to the human's rambling about... frogs? Cats? He guessed they were probably animals, though he couldn't help but wince and scowl a little at the thought of 'pets', especially being mistreated. It was a term he'd only heard Glukkons use, and it reminded him of their basic attitude towards... Well, everything, come to think of it. That said, fish did sound pretty good right now. He felt his stomach growling loudly, and nodded. It was then that he felt something peeling into his mind, and physically shuddered. He glanced at the purple bug human, gulping a little at the voice that whispered those threats. Not that he had been planning anything violent - 2Fort was certainly no Rupture Farms - but it reminded him once again of the strength some of these people possessed... more so, however, it was the fact that she could read his thoughts which worried him most. In his efforts against Rupture Farms and the other Glukkon industries, his main advantage had been his skill at staying out of sight and using his powers to turn their own soldiers against each other. But around someone else with some sort of psychic power... [color=0072bc][i]I'll be really careful, then. Thanks for the heads up.[/i][/color] She'd probably notice that his 'mental voice' was just as prone to that nasally, lip-smacking intonation that cropped up in his actual speech, too. .... The group settled to rummage through the trash, and he kept a careful distance. He was still most wary of that huge robot - it reminded him a little of the Greeters or Snoozers, though worse. A Greeter couldn't see you if you stood still and couldn't move anywhere near as quickly as that thing had. It also couldn't [i]think[/i], though thankfully this... 'Julian' seemed to be obedient to the human who always stood nearby it. He found himself glancing at it just a little too much, though. To a pretty obvious degree, honestly. ---- At the bridge, he carefully watched the river flow. [color=0072bc]"I don't mind heading north, if that's where everyone's going. Mudokons could be north as much as anywhere else."[/color] His eyes focused, he waited, watched... And then suddenly stamped his foot into the water with surprising speed and heavy thud, hoping to stun one of the fish that lurked beneath for long enough to grab it and take a bite. [b][Roll for Fishing Attempt, I guess?][/b]