[ "Far more than humans could imagine", huh? That line of thinking is best not voiced out loud to a man like Gen, who has shredded monsters who kill humans to pieces before, and would take something like that as a challenge. Not that he has the suit that enables him to actually put that aggression into action if he wanted to.
The same suit that has also ironically let him endure a lot of abuse that humans wouldn't be able to live through without it, even though it puts a different kind of life draining strain on him when he taps into its full power.
Despite how many warnings that his use of it would fry his brain though, it still seems to be in decent enough shape right now, and his powers of observation haven't been diminished.
At the very least, it doesn't take much processing power to understand that she managed that with a lot more confidence than most people would. ]
So... hunter, soldier, wilderness survival expert, what? What was your deal before coming here?
[ He's asking knowing she can't really respond right now, but the game only lasts so long, and he'll be able to find her again eventually to get that answer from her if he wants it. ]
[A shame that he lacks the ability and lacks a kindred so happy to see people's anger to try it. While her thoughts go to Charlie she knows the man might not be so jovial when it came to someone who could actually observe a kindred's weak points. For every fight he picked, she knew he could quickly turn to actual anger and spite. And human life wasn't important to him.]
[A shame she can't watch them fight.]
[She deals with the structure of sticks gathered to create a spit for roasting. He asks her a question that she's even less equipped to answer with her hands full. She raises and lowers her shoulders in an exaggerated, mute huff. She sets up the speared bird horizontally, makes sure it can support the weight, then grabs a spare stick to answer his question.]
[She stands and brushes some sand and feathers off her skirt. She takes a few steps so she can angle the drawing accordingly. She doesn't want to bother drawing it upside down so she needs to make sure he's seeing it from the same viewpoint. Sharp lines are drawn one by one, creating a long, six-sided shape.]
[ A shame that Gen wasn't getting a second shot at the man on more even footing either. He'd seen what the man was comfortable with doing first hand, and despite his best efforts, a perfectly human body without enhancements hadn't been enough to really do any true damage to him.
Gen has read extensively on vampires since then, not that Clara necessarily needs to know or worry about that as long as she's keeping her fangs out of people. Besides, the information he's found is sometimes contradictory, and there's no guarantee anything he tries would work on the specific brand of vampire that he happens to know is here.
(Or knew was here, since he'll remain in the dark about Clara for some time to come.)
Though he is getting a strange set of ideas about her from this one very vague drawing. Somehow mortician isn't the first thing that springs to mind. ]
So some sort of hired killer then?
[ His tone is light and teasing, the smile on his face is easy going. The way the muscles in his arms tense up is a little more telling. It's probably not what she meant, but just in case... ]
[Even within the world of kindred there were many physiological differences. The curse of Cain manifested differently between clans, between individuals, and the deeper one dove into it the more they shaped the user. Charlie was the type to view their existence as something good. He drank deeply of the power.]
[Clara stays in the shallows of it all. He does not have the depths of power but she can live without having to take lives. She can drink the blood supplied to her without touching her fangs to another person's skin. Her existence hurts people. Still, she wants to exist.]
[after all if she didn't exist then she wouldn't be able to give Narumi the flattest look for his outlandish suggestion; how is that the first thing to come to mind!!]
[She shakes her head once then stubbornly starts to add to the drawing, as if that were going to help. A shaky line depicts the ground and then a tombstone shape drawn above it. A small crowd of people (sticks with lines coming out of them) attend for a formal funeral.]
[In truth, she could never handle that social a part of the job but it's further away from "hired killer" than drawing any of her surgical tools or attempting to get someone to guess at a morgue.]
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The same suit that has also ironically let him endure a lot of abuse that humans wouldn't be able to live through without it, even though it puts a different kind of life draining strain on him when he taps into its full power.
Despite how many warnings that his use of it would fry his brain though, it still seems to be in decent enough shape right now, and his powers of observation haven't been diminished.
At the very least, it doesn't take much processing power to understand that she managed that with a lot more confidence than most people would. ]
So... hunter, soldier, wilderness survival expert, what? What was your deal before coming here?
[ He's asking knowing she can't really respond right now, but the game only lasts so long, and he'll be able to find her again eventually to get that answer from her if he wants it. ]
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[A shame she can't watch them fight.]
[She deals with the structure of sticks gathered to create a spit for roasting. He asks her a question that she's even less equipped to answer with her hands full. She raises and lowers her shoulders in an exaggerated, mute huff. She sets up the speared bird horizontally, makes sure it can support the weight, then grabs a spare stick to answer his question.]
[She stands and brushes some sand and feathers off her skirt. She takes a few steps so she can angle the drawing accordingly. She doesn't want to bother drawing it upside down so she needs to make sure he's seeing it from the same viewpoint. Sharp lines are drawn one by one, creating a long, six-sided shape.]
[A coffin.]
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Gen has read extensively on vampires since then, not that Clara necessarily needs to know or worry about that as long as she's keeping her fangs out of people. Besides, the information he's found is sometimes contradictory, and there's no guarantee anything he tries would work on the specific brand of vampire that he happens to know is here.
(Or knew was here, since he'll remain in the dark about Clara for some time to come.)
Though he is getting a strange set of ideas about her from this one very vague drawing. Somehow mortician isn't the first thing that springs to mind. ]
So some sort of hired killer then?
[ His tone is light and teasing, the smile on his face is easy going. The way the muscles in his arms tense up is a little more telling. It's probably not what she meant, but just in case... ]
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[Clara stays in the shallows of it all. He does not have the depths of power but she can live without having to take lives. She can drink the blood supplied to her without touching her fangs to another person's skin. Her existence hurts people. Still, she wants to exist.]
[after all if she didn't exist then she wouldn't be able to give Narumi the flattest look for his outlandish suggestion; how is that the first thing to come to mind!!]
[She shakes her head once then stubbornly starts to add to the drawing, as if that were going to help. A shaky line depicts the ground and then a tombstone shape drawn above it. A small crowd of people (sticks with lines coming out of them) attend for a formal funeral.]
[In truth, she could never handle that social a part of the job but it's further away from "hired killer" than drawing any of her surgical tools or attempting to get someone to guess at a morgue.]