Hunk's eyes are the last of his senses to flicker into consciousness, and it's probably for the best. The rain caressed the skin of his face, and the pitter-patter of drops slamming into thick metal armor reminded him of the rains back on Earth. The smell of wood all around him, it gave the impression of somewhere a bit greener, a bit happier than the Galaxy Garrison's Academy. And then the scent of blood crept in, and Hunk's eyes finally shot open.
A well. A destroyed town, buildings of stone and wood. So, so many dead bodies. It reminded him of the worst encounters with the Galra Empire. On the bright side, it seemed like his memory iteration of himself had an empty stomach. No lunch left to lose. Thank goodness for that! The small victories were what mattered here- a moment of calm, and no vomiting. And apparently a giant, decidedly rustic firearm strapped to his back. At least he could defend himself this time. And with all those bodies? Likely.
But the sounds of a man slicing through the bodies of the slain snap Hunk right out of his self-soothing reverie. He's not alone, which is either great or terrible, since the source sounds close. So his head snaps towards the sound of the noise- three men: one armored, one with a bright robe, and one short and with a... really big dog! And then a robed figure, with- with pink hair. Narrows things down a lotHunk's memories kick in.
"The arcane arts. Throwing fireballs among other things, like going invisible or scrying." This had to be Ena. While Hunk had no idea what the memory contained, he knew what he wanted to see: his friend turn into a dragon. So he gets a smile on his face and waves one of his hands, calling out- though not too loud, of course.
"Ena, over here! It's me, Hunk!" And then he starts calmly walking over. If these people don't put her on-guard, then he'll be at ease too. "I'm glad you're okay!" But right beneath the surface, he's worried sick- what if he's wrong, what if it's not her, or if her friends aren't as nice or fun as she is?
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A well. A destroyed town, buildings of stone and wood. So, so many dead bodies. It reminded him of the worst encounters with the Galra Empire. On the bright side, it seemed like his memory iteration of himself had an empty stomach. No lunch left to lose. Thank goodness for that! The small victories were what mattered here- a moment of calm, and no vomiting. And apparently a giant, decidedly rustic firearm strapped to his back. At least he could defend himself this time. And with all those bodies? Likely.
But the sounds of a man slicing through the bodies of the slain snap Hunk right out of his self-soothing reverie. He's not alone, which is either great or terrible, since the source sounds close. So his head snaps towards the sound of the noise- three men: one armored, one with a bright robe, and one short and with a... really big dog! And then a robed figure, with- with pink hair. Narrows things down a lotHunk's memories kick in.
"The arcane arts. Throwing fireballs among other things, like going invisible or scrying." This had to be Ena. While Hunk had no idea what the memory contained, he knew what he wanted to see: his friend turn into a dragon. So he gets a smile on his face and waves one of his hands, calling out- though not too loud, of course.
"Ena, over here! It's me, Hunk!" And then he starts calmly walking over. If these people don't put her on-guard, then he'll be at ease too. "I'm glad you're okay!" But right beneath the surface, he's worried sick- what if he's wrong, what if it's not her, or if her friends aren't as nice or fun as she is?