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[h2][b][i][color=662d91]The Chosen Hunter[/color][/i][/b][/h2]

Well… with no other way to go on from here, the Hunter decided to join the others within the aircraft. After all, he doesn’t have any of these ‘comic book’ flight or whatever the hell is causing some of the individuals here to fly around without any use of an airship. Ah… looks like there is gonna be a lot of ‘things’ to keep him entertained away from home… after all, what else could he ask for? Getting sent to another world, outside the reach of those crippled psionic junkies who think highly of themselves, free to hunt he he wanted, lots of potential targets, and especially the main goal of this current hunt, some superpowered man who clearly needed a bully shot between their skull. Reminded him a bit of himself, especially during those resistance haven raids he performs on the daily. Oh well, not like he was gonna out himself out as someone who does murder for fun.

While taking his seat within the aircraft and now spending the time inspecting his rifle, mostly as a pastime to distract himself as they attempted to chase after that super powered junkie… his head rose in attention at the announcement. Aww… he was just getting excited over bagging something as powerful as that man, what a shame, oh well, it’s not as if he needed the sleep anyway… he often stays awake far longer than regular human beings need to. But he didn’t get to think more as the alarms blared within the aircraft. Well, it looks like the entertainment was coming right to them.

Now, he wasn’t afraid of whether or not things was gonna crash… he had survived far worse, although he just whistled a bit louder now over the sound of the alarms and continued to check his rifle. It was when the aircraft started to soar downwards, that the Hunter was a bit grateful he put on his seatbelt as he would have been sent flying across the cockpit of the aircraft. Oh well, may as well brace for impact… as the Hunter cradled the rifle in his hand, keeping it close to him as to ensure it wouldn’t fall out of his grasp when the aircraft lands.


And that’s when he woke up… and well, it appears like everything was fine for the most part. Got a couple cuts and bruises, but those can heal rather quickly with little problem due to his regeneration. And so, removing his seatbelt, the 9 feet tall blue skinned man merely exited the aircraft, looking around his newfound environment. Looks like the circus is in town, let’s say whoever the one who sent those missiles as also the one who owns this place… or they landed nearby to an abandoned carnival. Eh, not the first time he landed somewhere he didn’t intend to. And so, placing the rifle onto his back, he was actually rather calm for the most part. I’m fact, he was excited at such a thing. More opportunities to bag some kills after all… and the great part is that no one will care! Who cares about some life of a twobit thug after all. Merely turning to Joel, he said [color=662d91]“Been through far worse than this… now, you reckon we go to the obvious trap in front of us or does someone here have any other ideas.”[/color] the Hunter mentioned, his wounds already gone as he took a more closer look around his surroundings.

What did catch his attention was a pair of two stranger girls nearby, one of them asking for an explanation. Only giving a chuckle, he approached the two and said [color=662d91]“Well… we were supposed to be returning back to Lex’s place to crash for the night after failing to hunt some superpowered freak going around and destroying everything, but then some clown decided to send missiles to shoot down our aircraft and land us right in front of some circus reject.[/color] As the Hunter pointed behind him towards the aircraft… then continuing [color=662d91]“Although, I haven’t seen you in the aircraft before… so my guess is as good as yours as to how you got here specifically… maybe you got unlucky, heh.[/color]

Although he did take notice of the other individual, mostly taking a look at their weapon, and responding with a whistle, he said [color=662d91]“A rather large gun you have there… shouldn’t little girls like you not be carrying around that kind of fire power? Not like I’m complaining… as for ‘help’, well, we are capable of handling ourselves, thank you so much. Maybe you guys should let the professionals handle this…[/color] he said in a joking manner, mostly to respond in turn with banter.

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