Zone B -- Forest

[Dust]

Survival has always been his game, and this was no different. He quickly noted that it would be best to stay on the good side of the man with orange locks around his hair. He might not be the leader, but he was the most social one of the two. Dust couldn't help but wonder if that meant the elf was the more battle ready type. He seemed the type, from his glowering face and his upside down grin, the constant death eye he was giving the young punk that dared to follow in the footsteps of pure greatness. Dust would have to be extra careful with his words if he's ever alone with the elf, even if it pissed the guy off to have someone not readily shaking in his knees in their presence. He had no plans on bowing before the two kings, but he would continue showing his respect while he continued to observe the both of them.

He had never gotten a good look at the two and their weapons, but the man he was most interest in had a chainsaw at his side for crying out loud. While other's might misjudge the youngest Prime there, for the lack of weapons and such, Dust knew that appearances were deceiving. Probably why he remained weaponless for the most part. Partly for the payment, partly for the misguiding effects. He would not pretend the elf was not a threat to him, he clearly was..

When Gildarts effectively called him out on his own claim, Dust's smile went wide, like he'd been caught in his potential lie, but with enough mischievous around it to bluff, like he didn't know what the good man was talking about. He stayed like that, relaxing his shoulders a bit more but never his posture. Never his posture. It was like he has been trained from birth to stand with a tall spine and lifted chest, his neck relaxed under his smiling jaw, and his hand coming up to his side to settle on the sculpted hip that peaked out from the shorts that touched skin all the way down to his knees. He wore no shoes as if raised in a barn, but stood like he was somebody.

"Scampering, you say?" He said, turning his head just quick enough to send his dark locks asunder before they settled back into place with the rain helping. Then he turned back to Gildarts. "Must have missed it." He added, even daring to put humor in his tone as he followed the two still. "Did it look important?"

Dust gets chummy with his new friends and follows Gillidan to the Safehouse B from B15. No alliance is made, but no enemies to be had(Still neutral).