He steps back. "Well, might want to try an easier case next month," he says, eyeing her warily because the talk of deals and such goes back to wardening and the Barge and everything else he had conveniently been able to forget about.
"Walk around is just fine. I think I've seen what I need to of them." Because now that he knows what they are, he's not sure seeing them wild, seeing them loose, is going to do much else for him.
"Since you're not willing to cut your losses just yet..." He steps close, willing to follow. "So what do you know about me?"
"These are just little guys." A hint of levity. "Are you suuuuuure? You don't want to see a ten-meter? Fifteen-meter? Or the tactical gear...?"
She'll lead the way out of their little enclosure, though.
In a hero town, the walls are especially close, visible from just about every point except where the wooden buildings around might stand tall enough to shield them from the sight. The outer wall of the town has a clear horseshoe shape, and curves sharply back around to meet with the main wall, with its less extreme curve.
"Not a lot, anyway. I don't have your file, and I didn't get a lot of personal details."
More emotion than logic, Warren said, but she won't pass that on.
"Yeah, I don't really get excited about things that were human once but now kind of aren't," he tells her softly, a far cry from the biting sarcasm or complaints from before. It's a genuine sort of aversion. Lovelace had been an exception, but he knew her first.
"And if you know his story, then you know mine. Mostly. Not much more a file is going to tell you."
He keeps his eyes up, still feeling small beneath the walls, but at least he knows what to expect this time.
"You know...enticing me with tactical gear seems like cheating..."
"How's your baseline physical strength? It requires great all-over condition to use the gear effectively. And can you ride? A horse is ideal for combat on the tactical gear, because when you leave it, properly bonded, it will keep on going your way as you move."
"Well, we can do further conditioning if you need it, and riding lessons can take place alongside at least the preliminary parts of tactical gear training. Scout horses are the best in all words, lucky for you."
Scouts have close bonds with their horses and Hange is no exception.
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He steps back. "Well, might want to try an easier case next month," he says, eyeing her warily because the talk of deals and such goes back to wardening and the Barge and everything else he had conveniently been able to forget about.
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"You want to walk around? We're in a hero town. Or we can go see wild ones... in the woods..."
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"Since you're not willing to cut your losses just yet..." He steps close, willing to follow. "So what do you know about me?"
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She'll lead the way out of their little enclosure, though.
In a hero town, the walls are especially close, visible from just about every point except where the wooden buildings around might stand tall enough to shield them from the sight. The outer wall of the town has a clear horseshoe shape, and curves sharply back around to meet with the main wall, with its less extreme curve.
"Not a lot, anyway. I don't have your file, and I didn't get a lot of personal details."
More emotion than logic, Warren said, but she won't pass that on.
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"And if you know his story, then you know mine. Mostly. Not much more a file is going to tell you."
He keeps his eyes up, still feeling small beneath the walls, but at least he knows what to expect this time.
"You know...enticing me with tactical gear seems like cheating..."
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"Is that what you call using the tactical advantages at your disposal?"
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"No," he eventually decides. "It's still what I call cheating."
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"Call me a cheater then! Any kind of place you're interested in seeing?"
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A lot more interest. Even if it is cheating.
"Yeah. That would be alright."
His tone is more eager than his words might imply.
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Satisfaction.
"How's your baseline physical strength? It requires great all-over condition to use the gear effectively. And can you ride? A horse is ideal for combat on the tactical gear, because when you leave it, properly bonded, it will keep on going your way as you move."
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How hard can it be, honestly?
But he is, if possible, even more intrigued by this.
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Scouts have close bonds with their horses and Hange is no exception.
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"And how often are you thinking that we're going to be doing this?"
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So he sighs.
"Alright, alright. You got me there."
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"Yeah. I guess."
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Clap. Clap. clapclapclapclapclapclapclap.
This is the kind of reaction it's fun to pour overenthusiasm all over.
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"What about today? Are we done for today?"
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The theory of horse riding is so much different than the practical and he knows it.
"But - alright."
handwave?
Hange says this smugly. It'll be eeeeeeeeasy, Jacobi!
Done and done!
Yeah, yeah. He'll see about that....
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