Luna climbs one of the trees near the forest's edge. She's on a decently low branch, so anyone interested in chatting her up would have little difficulty. Her gaze is on the incoming full moon, one that's currently in a Waxing Gibbous, and extremely bright. Very pretty UwU
It sounds like someone is walking in front of Luna, the silhouette of a man walking can be seen nearby. Luna, confused as to who else could be walking around this late at night, decides to go investigate.
"Hello?"
A 5,7 man in a british WW1 era uniform turns to look at Luna with a cup of tea in his hands. With a slight british accent, he says, "Hello there"
Luna gets a bit closer, confused as to why there's another british person in a generally british unfriendly location. "UHhh hey. What are you doing out here?"
He shrugs "Just walking around, having my tea"
"That's nice Sir. I'm Luna, what's your name?" She asks with a smile on her otherwise feline face
He thinks for a moment and sips his tea, "I do not believe I have one."
"Hm. That's interesting. Are you new around here?"
"Seems so"
"Hm." She looks at his manner of dress and has to stifle a chuckle. It's almost like he's cosplaying or something, she thinks. "So uhhh what's with the uniform? Kinda... old school."
"Just comfortable to wear," he shrugs.
"Oh ok. Um, are you looking for anything or anyone in particular? We're kinda... well let's just say there's not much left." She says with a shrug. "Personally I came out here to watch the moon. Very pretty tonight."
"Well I am a little hungry, so I came out here in search of food"
"Okay, I mean I could bring you to the house. We got a fully stocked fridge and whatnot. Um.. hopefully Cole doesn't get pissed off."
"Who is this Cole fellow?"
"This like cyborg dude that fought in like every war the USA fought in. He's kind of our guardian of sorts." Luna looks at her phone. "Okay, I got the all clear."
"Interesting, and I presume you will lead the way?"
"Of course." She walks towards the house, hoping weird british guy will follow.
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Rather quickly, Luna walks through the front yard and holds the door open for the weird tea drinking gentleman.
"Come on in."
He steps inside and nods politely to Luna.
Walking through to the kitchen. "Welcome to Harmonia's house, sir."
He looks around, noting everything as he keeps walking.
She walks in and pulls a chair for erm... unknown british dude
"Thank you" He sits down with a smile.
"Of course."
Cole strolls in and looks over at him as he asks to Luna, "Is this him?"
Luna nods to Cole. "This is uh.. well he doesn't remember his name, and is seemingly new around here."
{"He's also really really british, like worse than Spider and Zephyra combined."}
He is staring at cole intently.
("i see")
"Can I fucking help you? Are you gay too?" Cole asks.
"No, no, just hungry of course"
"What would you like to eat. We have like... everything here." Luna says.
He gestures at Cole, "That man could feed me 10 times over"
"What the fuck does that mean?" Cole asks. Luna simply rolls her eyes.
"A lot of anger is coming off of him," He mutters then clears his throat, "Do you mind if I feed off of you?"
"...oh are you a Dromen?" Luna asks.
"Seems so," he nods
"...at least he's nice about it?"
"Fair, go for it, if you're hungry, you're hungry," Cole yawns.
"Like compared to when Terminal fed off of fear and forced it on us. That sucked." Luna backs up, getting out of his range... and by back up, she walks out the back door and watches from the window.
He stares at Cole as Cole starts to feel the need to cough, and he does, coughing up an assortment of bullets from different eras. Cole falls to his knees and keeps coughing up the bullets. He stops staring at Cole as the coughing stops.
"I'm quite full thank you, my good sir"
Cole coughs up a few more stray rounds, "Don't call me sir, and you're welcome"
Luna walks in from outside. "So." She sees the bullets. "Oh sweet Nammu what the fuck is that??"
"Bullets?"
"Mhm, bullets indeed," says the man.
"...lemme guess.. that's this dude's dromen sickness?"
Cole shrugs, "I mean, yeah I guess"
"Fun." She turns to 'unknown'. "Anyway, is there anything else we can help you with?"
"Mmmm not that I can think of," He stands up, "unless you have a name for me I shall be off"
"Uhhhhh... lemme see here." Luna closes her eyes, deep in thought, thinking of a good name for some weird british dromen. Dave Strider. "Barrett?"
Cole is checking this man's uniform for anything wrong with it and just can't find anything.
"Cuz it's sounds like bullet if you're drunk. And definitely not a Final Fantasy 7 reference." Luna mutters.
"Hm, good name and good reasoning, you must be the brains of the group with intelligence like that," he chuckles lightly.
"I like to think I am..." Luna sighs. In her dreams.
"Well, Barrett it is, until we meet again" Barrett sips his tea and steps out the back door
"Take care Barrett."
Cole turns to Luna, "So what do we do with all of these bullets?"
"Throw em away? Probably can't load a gun with those, especially as they look to be from various guns and wars even." Luna shrugs. "I'm not the gun expert here unfortunately. Just a nerd with swords and a revolver gunblade that uses magic instead of bullets."
Cole picks up a 9mm round and bites it clean in half, "Hmm, still good"
"Anyway, I'm off to dreamland. At least I feel useful there." She mumbled that last part under her breath. And she walks out.