"Wait, Figit, explain this to me; I am being asked to go out there with you guys, go to another village and talk to some guy?" Jessi asks, a rusted wrench resting in one hand and one of his collection of toys in the other.
The hunter sighs in exasperation. "We don't get a choice. Manz decided that she wanted a squad of us to go; it just means you'll have to work with other people for a short while."
The feline-featured boy glances at him before he retorts. "You don't understand what I'm saying. A new area to explore? That means I can find new tech - I can learn more things! I love this idea." He gives a quick smile before returning to his malfunctioning project.
Figit grimaces before saying, "You really worry me with the amount you enjoy that ancient rubbish. Anyway, ignoring your issues for now, I was supposed to ask - who is the assassin the boss mentioned?" He distractedly picks up a strange rectangular board which seems too thin to serve any function, small golden vines criss-crossing its surface.
The tinkerer puts down his wrench before taking a deep breath. "So you don't know who she is? I guess that's good, and you ought not worry about it. I'll find her and tell her she is needed. What you don't know can't kill you, this time." He speaks in a serious tone, causing his listener to flinch slightly in realisation that this is no casual matter.
The hunter sets the strange board aside and sighs whilst heading towards the shack's door. "Okay dude, whatever you say; just don't let this junk slow you down. I can't have you dying on me out there."
Jessi waits for his door to shut behind Figit to give a small smile and say, "You shouldn't worry about me. I'm more worried about you." He returns to tinkering with his toy, picking it up and fumbling with the strange control mechanism. He flicks two switches and the device comes to life, its display lit up in a multitude of colours and all of the controls suddenly becoming obvious. The tinker smiles before clutching his right arm in anguish, letting the weapon he has finally mended crash to the floor and shatter.
He creeps slowly through the undergrowth, clutching his weapon close to his chest, fingers squeezed tightly around the controls. As he nears the wooden, vine-covered hut he can hear the light panting coming from the female nearby; he can tell she is either fighting some kind of creature, or training against a dummy. Either way, it means she is armed. His ears pop out over the bush he is attempting to take cover behind, twitching with every sound he can hear - metal clashing against metal and wood. From these sounds alone he can tell she is training rather than fending off a creature, meaning that if he startles her he will have only a few seconds to react and defend himself from any attack she throws at him.
He lets out a loud sigh before stretching his arms up and standing up from behind the bush he is using as hiding place. He sees the mercenary practising against a wooden dummy bearing old scraps of broken armour, her metallic blade imbued with technology. He approaches her carefully, his own device lit up with various displays and pointing towards the training girl. He takes a deep breath before managing to murmur, "You do realise your tail is out, right?"
The girl stops for less than a split second before quickly spinning and striking her sword towards the scarcely prepared hunter, who manages to pull his own body out of the blade's path moments before receiving more scars. The girls breaths are rapid; evidently she has been pushing herself for quite a while, even if it is just against a training dummy. "Long time no see. And to that I wonder, why isn't yours out?"
He glares at her, not wanting to answer her quick response. He fumbles with the controls of his device until its electronic displays fade out, then connects the weapon onto the makeshift sling on his back before turning and looking at the small shack that the mercenary seemed to call a home. "You know how I feel about these things. They don't feel natural to me, and yet both of yours are showing."
The assassin narrows her eyes at him before relaxing from her combat-ready position. "Jessi, you can't keep hiding away. I understand people have made fun of us, but it's fine, trust me." She giggles at his confused reaction tinged with a slight hint of anger, before wrapping her arms around him. "Your tail is going to be all messed up if you keep it hidden, and your ears are a mess; you really are a weird one, aren't you?" she toys.
He attempts to shake her off of him but to no avail. "Look, I came here for a reason. The boss of the village wants you to become part of a team - including me - to do some weird task. Can I count you in, Outcast?"
Without taking a breath the girl replies, "Because it's you, sure; if I get to try out some of your new tech, of course."
