Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dust]

Dust watched the old swordsman do his motions, and stretches, but he couldn't tell you the difference between what he was doing and some made-up regime. He took this last minute time to transfer the things from the sack they gave him to the bag he snagged while playing on the beached ships. He liked that one better. He snapped the tablet on as he was familiar with the technology, glanced very briefly at the applications it could hold, and then stuffed it in the backpack. While his comrades were quick to toss the selfie-stick Dust found it amusing and collapsed it back in its easier to carry form for snapping pictures later. As he was doing this, though, it made him wonder if they did take pictures where would the files be saved and how could they get a copy when it was all done. Perhaps it was a prop and not as useful as he wanted it to be.

A smile came to his face as Takezo was relaying the story of their prey to Dawn, so she knew what this first hunt would be all about. It still amused him. What he gathered, the girl wasn't the brightest of the primes; not only did she provoke Shinmen, but she apparently tried to go head to head with Gildarts before all of this. He glanced at the man in the room a side glance; the type you use to gauge if the sun was high enough to call 'noon' without blinding yourself or getting lost in the radiance; then his eyes turned back to his group. "From what I understand, she is the type to act on impulse and quickly before she has the chance to think about it. We could us that to our advantage as well, perhaps get her worked up enough to make big mistakes." He said, shuffling his pack back onto the one shoulder. It was obviously going to fall off and he'd have to readjust it, but there was a reason he was only using the one arm. Even if he didn't know if it would come up or not.

He follows the two outside the building, stopping at the door and looking back at the men they were leaving behind. He give them a respectful nod, then leaves before Takezo closes the door behind. Their ally's excitement was evident in his almost skipping nature, as he sang happily. Wolf shook his head with a beaming grin before he looked up at the sky, it was starting to lighten up, but the fog was still ghosts in the streets. He ignored the prickling in his spine. "Calamari is obviously the weakest, but they might know that already. Should we attack on sight or try to do some recon?" He asked, seriously. They would have some time to talk this through.

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