Walker's eyes clicked back into place like a fancy camera. A strange orb with a hyperactive attitude whizzed around him, making Will a bit more defensive. He teetered a bit, never being sure where it would zip off to. He tried to regain composure, right before confidently plucking a blade of grass and placing it in his mouth.

"Dire panthers? Don't worry about that partner, I'll-

[i]Wait what the fuck? Was that a floating sphere??[/i]

"So cowboys aren't a thing in this stupid world but fushigi are a playable race?" Walker's hands twitched madly and his teeth ground against eachother, breaking character for a moment. "Er, I mean, don't worry partner, I'm a rootin' tootin' cowboy, and not even the slickest of bad folk escape my quickdraw." Walker grabbed his slingshot incorrectly and stuck it out in macho defiance, surpressing his psychotic behavior.

Walker's eyes focused for a bit before coming to the conclusion that since that spray painted tennis ball hovered, something else must have been making noise. Sure enough, a raven haired player approached and spoke to him in the way that a teacher speaks to a child who's been eating glue in the corner. He tipped an imaginary cowboy hat in recognition.

"Howdy ma'am. I am also of this..... [i]jungle[/i]." He attempted to maintain a steady tone of voice, but faltered a bit as he continued. "S-so ma'am, in your character creation screen, did you receive the option to uh-, be [i]that?[/i]" He glared venomously at the sprightly metal orb.