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Post by Oren McGinnis on Jul 28, 2024 12:58:37 GMT -6
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JUST KILLING TIME...
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[attr="class","nikki101"]I BELIEVE THAT NONE OF THIS TRULY MATTERS...
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[attr="class","nikki102"]WELL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL MYSELF ANYWAYS...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren had recalled during a little trek to Aljana a little while back that the Pale Coast was often protected by mercenaries. Considering he had traveled to Provo for another mission, he was in the area so he decided to check out the Pale Coast and see if they needed some extra muscle. It was a rather short ride on an airship there so it wouldn't be much of a detour. He hadn't seen any postings for extra help, but perhaps the reputation he had built up over the months he had been stuck in Zephon could work out... Well. It didn't. Things were actually on the quieter side at the moment so the whole trip ended up being pointless. Despite this, Oren decided he wasn't going to just go back just yet... Why, though?[break][break]
... Wasn't ALL of this pointless in the end? Oren held his head as he walked down the Coast. Alone with his accursed thoughts again. Considering he had been in Provo, he ended up in the more northern portion of the Pale Coast when he traveled there. Yet further upwards he roamed alone. Any warmth in the air slowly disappeared, the floor beneath him grew more rocky, and the winds increasingly harsh. Oren was unbothered by it, though. If he recalled, there was some merchant village somewhere in the area... Maybe he could pay it a visit... Oren looked out across the ocean in the distance. Much as he didn't like to, he once again found himself reminiscing about the past... A fitting environment to do so. Why do I bother playing hero still...? Why indeed... Oren was just a sad boy who merely wanted to be free. From the slums. From his parents... To do that, he had to become strong. To accomplish that, he abandoned his old life... From there, Oren let himself be turned into a monster. Life finally started to feel worth living despite how the procedure that turned him into a SOLDIER warped him... He was happy. He had worthy allies. People admired him. Made him feel like he mattered. Yet... It was never meant to last. He was never truly free... And when he finally desired to stop being Shinra's puppet after it all fell apart, he too inevitably paid the price of freedom. Despite his sorrow and regrets as he seemingly perished, it was blissful at the same time.[break][break]
While Oren succumbed to oblivion itself, a light soon appeared before him. Oren had thought perhaps he was returning to the Planet, but... No. It was something else entirely... He had been given a second chance by some unknown force. In a sense, he had become truly free upon appearing in Zephon... Yet paradoxically left with nothing. No matter how he tried to figure ANYTHING out, his very presence in this alien land seemed to hold no purpose. He was brought back from death itself for literally nothing it seemed! It was like some twisted joke. At the moment, all he could say he was doing was 'killing time'... He pushed any and all people away. Never again would he be hurt. Either he would be met with true oblivion or this cruel cycle would start again... Despite this, he was being tested recently on how well he could hold himself to that promise... Constantly barraged by a desire for a real purpose again...[break][break]
Oren gritted his teeth. All the memories... The pain... The rage... It was all flooding back. Alongside other strange visions... His steps grew unsteady. If he could just make it to that village, he could rest... Oren's vision started to grow distorted. Almost like television static. It felt like he was reliving everything. Oren grasped his head with both hands and collapsed to his knees, hunching over and groaning in pain. As this happened, his hat fell to the ground. Eventually, everything would slowly feel and look normal again. Oren took a few labored breaths... That was a little worse than usual. He wasn't sure if that was concerning or not... However, as he turned his head towards the cliff, he saw someone who made him question if he was having a true lapse on reality...[break][break]
Oren's own glowing eyes widened at who he saw.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Angeal? Is that... Really you?"
There sat Angeal with angelic looking wings sprouting from his left shoulder. Oren remembered hearing about it all those years ago, but to actually see it with his own eyes... It was a very different way of witnessing a man who Oren knew for a fact had died. There was no misunderstanding there regarding Angeal. Oren slowly picked up his hat and got back to his feet. Normally, he would have just tried to walk away without bothering him, but he... He couldn't again. His weakness truly showed when he found himself standing before familiar faces... Beside the wings, Angeal looked exactly the same as Oren remembered... He in turn would be met with a rather different looking Oren from the one he might recall...
Post by Oren McGinnis on Jul 28, 2024 0:51:36 GMT -6
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JUST KILLING TIME...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Well. These reports certainly reminded Oren of back home... Machines going berserk and needing to be destroyed or merely deactivated wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence in Midgar and even elsewhere in his homeworld. It was rather strange to hear of a situation like this in Zephon, though. The only place here that probably had similar sorts of robotics would likely be Sonora... And that was a place Oren currently avoided like the plague. Yet, this problem wasn't in Sonora... No. It apparently just appeared out of nowhere one day... Just like how he and many other 'Outlanders' who called Zephon their new 'home' did. Oren's contact for this mission had informed him that he had to make a trip to Provo for this little outing. Many had apparently already tried destroying this machine to no avail, thus it had come down to seeking out powerful mercenaries to do the job... Due to the potential danger, it was firmly insisted upon that Oren would have to, once again, team up with another for this mission. Apparently one sufficiently 'crazy' person had already accepted the mission. There was a lot to potentially gain from this mission so Oren decided to be that second crazy person who'd work to take down the otherworldly machine. Apparently this other mercenary also was incredibly skilled, though Oren was not given much information on who the other actually was beyond the basics and where they were to meet up at.[break][break]
Oren had been meaning to go to Provo to look for extra work so this ended up being a nice excuse to hang around the area for a little while before he had to go back 'home'... This was admittedly something he was looking forward to. A battle that might actually be a challenge for him considering it was something that seemed to be truly unknown and different to him. A lot of the monsters here were just counterparts to things he could find back home... Or disappointing when he did see something more unique. It was almost... Exciting? Of course, that was just that side of him that enjoyed the thrill of a fight more than he liked to admit... At least when he could think clearly. Oren had taken an airship to Provo from Torensten and then had started making his way to the outskirts of the main city to meet with his designated partner...[break][break]
And that is when he saw the man... Oddly pretty looking, but that wasn't really what caught Oren's immediate attention... No...[break][break]
Oren's eyes widened. While he had been informed the man he was to work with was on the larger side, this was... Something else entirely. The man swinging around a scythe for practice was enormous. He would make the Big Merc Leader himself (Caius) look like a Cactaur in comparison... Once Oren got over that initial shock, he guessed he'd have to break the ice with this dude so they can get the job over with. Oren shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly walked closer to Zenos, but he kept a bit of distance.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"You. Big Man. I take it you're the other merc they assigned to make some scrap metal today...? Pardon any delays in getting here."
In comparison to Zenos, Oren seemed almost... Average looking. The only real standouts being his blue eyes letting off a rather eerie green glow and the 'fancy' sword strapped to his back slotted with peculiar, glowing gems.
Oren merely nodded in regards to the 'nice meeting'. He then just glanced away without giving a real answer regarding the Dragonblades. Of course, the recruitment drive was already starting... There wouldn't be any point to his presence with that group... At least, he liked to tell himself that. He tried to keep people at a distance for... Numerous reasons. He didn't want to hurt others... He didn't want to experience loss... Not again... Of course, he didn't exactly have time to say anything even if he wanted to considering the fact that the target Malboro suddenly sprung out from below. This damnable location truly was giving Oren more and more reasons to dislike it. Oren was initially disturbed, but him and Caius had managed to avoid the surprise attack without much issue. He was honestly a bit more concerned about Caius rather than himself considering he wasn't sure what the Big Merc Leader and Vodrun were capable of. This was nothing for him... Any lingering fears Oren might've felt quickly gave way to something a little more familiar to him...[break][break]
Excitement...[break][break]
Oren's eyes widened a bit.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Interesting... Well. Let's dance then for old time's sake..."
Oren slowly stood up on the branch. Caius had ordered his draconic buddy to breathe fire at the Malboro and move away, which did its job of catching the monster's attention. The Malboro turned away and started wriggling about in their direction. Oren just stared at it as he moved to sheathe Lunaris on his back for the moment. Oren took a deep breath as a pain started to spread through his head again. Oren gritted his teeth. The only way to quell it... The only way...[break][break]
Time to hunt.[break][break]
Oren's face contorted into a deranged looking grin as he lept off of the branch towards the Malboro, landing right behind it. Oren immediately reached out and grabbed onto one of those gross tentacles. One of its 'eyes' looked back towards Oren. The monster appeared to realize it had been tricked as it tried to turn its attention towards Oren... But not before Oren tightened his grip on the tentacles with both of his hands and then... More. Oren started chuckling ominously. He slowly started dragging the Malboro back before he, even more bafflingly, managed to ever so slightly lift the cretin up and throw it a pretty fair distance into a greater mass of trees. Considering the size of the Malboro, the rather dead looking trees would collapse beneath the weight of the creature. Oren then quickly reached back for Lunaris and unsheathed it. One of the glowing green orbs embedded in the blade let off a brighter glow for a moment.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heheh... Stay put!"
Oren would cast Gravity with a wave of his free hand, a small dark void forming in the general area around the Malboro. It was unfortunately pretty low level magic, but the increased pressure in the monster's vicinity and the crushed trees it was a bit tangled up in would keep it for a moment. It wouldn't be long bfore the Malboro wriggled around some more, already appearing to escape the Gravity spell... And then... It started to breathe in and open its mouth.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heh... NOW! KILL IT!"
It was likely rather morbid that Oren sounded disturbingly gleeful now considering how calm and collected he had been moments ago. Could they best this thing in a single hit...? Or would this require strategy even for...? Oren shook his head, trying to drown out that voice that echoed out in his thoughts. None of that mattered anymore... None of them did...[break][break]
Caius and Voldrun were given the desired opening the group were looking for. Oren needed a second before he could throw out another spell, but he was already dashing for the Malboro, likely preparing to leap into the air again to use that spell to hit it where it hurt most alongside the dynamic duo. This hunt was already over... How disappointing.
Oren just walked along, his own expression slowly going dull and staring off into nothing. It seemed his remark might've made something really hit regarding the situation they were stuck in. Unlike her, he had awakened in Zephon completely alone somewhere outside of Torensten. No familiar faces to be seen. There were some who had ended up in Zephon before him and some who have appeared more recently... Like Cloud... Despite this, Oren honestly felt it was probably better for those who knew him in his home world to not bother with him here... Even if he was kind of failing at that now, he felt it might spare him from greater pain in the event the epiphany he had actually proved itself true... Or if he just ended up dying again. Would his morbid theory be proven right or would that truly be his final end? He had no way of knowing one way or the other and he didn't exactly want to test his luck...[break][break]
Oren wasn't sure exactly why he was in Zephon still or what exactly makes someone 'worthy' of it or if it was just some sick definiton of being lucky. Did some thing here take pity on him regarding his unfortunate demise? Why hasn't he been shown any sort of purpose then? Why was he brought back only to then be thrown into some unfamiliar world? His home was awful, but it was still his home... A home he had wanted to help save from Shinra's wretched grasp... His unintended meeting with Cloud did prove a little enlightening, but he was still greatly bothered by... EVERYTHING. It all felt so damned pointless now and he wasn't even sure why he didn't just give up... Yet here he was doing what he did best...[break][break]
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Maybe if I get hired for a job there..."
Oren lightly shrugged. Far as Oren was aware, it wasn't always the exact same mercenaries who kept watch over the Pale Coast so he probably could get some work over there. Might be a fun exercise for his sword arm... Oren would let her drink more water before taking the flask back when it was handed to him. He should be able to get it refilled when they arrive there... He might've once tried to be a 'good individual', but it was all just business to him now. At least that's what he told himself...[break][break]
Oren already told her that he didn't need anything in return, yet she seemed really insistent on thanking him in some regard. Oren lightly shook his head.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I already told you that I don't need anything in return... I'll be fine..."
Oren really could not fathom what her grand idea was and why it'd need to wait for another time. She didn't need to concoct some big plan to thank him... Once this business was done, he'd fade back into his mercenary work, she would go back to her friend, and that'd be that. He did notice that she started walking closer to him, but considering what he had been noticing, he was able to figure out why she was doing it this time... Thus, he didn't say anything even though he'd prefer his space.[break][break]
The one thing that somewhat amused him would find itself no more as she finally introduced herself to him... What a sweet sounding name. Well, if someone else introduced themself first, he always felt he had to comply.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... It's Oren. That's... My name."
Oren wasn't entirely sure what it was, but something was off with her movements. Was there some ulterior motive to yanking on his arm the way she did? If she was still feeling weak, she could've said something. He really wouldn't care... With this in mind, he subtlely slowed down his pace a bit. Rather in spite of what he believed he was noticing, she still wanted to speak and ask him questions... He had a feeling about her and it just got confirmed.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"So you're another one then... I appeared here a few months ago so I've had time to get my bearings in order... It becomes easier when you constantly pick up on the eerie similarities..."
The city-states and certain other landmarks were reminiscent of other places in other worlds. The monsters were all the same. The money was different, yet the same. So on and so forth... It really makes one's very existence feel rather unoriginal. Of course, Oren did keep the actual details about how he ended up in Zephon vague, but the time frame was accurate... The sordid details might make it apparent why he was the way he was now, but he was not exactly interested in disclosing it to most people.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Think that beach is on what they call the Pale Coast...? Haven't been there yet... Probably would explain the different sand..."
Didn't seem like there was an entire resort town over there like Costa del Sol, but he knew it was kept safe by mercenaries and had... Well. Pale sand. Probably was an ideal vacation spot...[break][break]
They were both up and at em so the vultures probably would leave them be. Oren slowly pulled the flask of water back out as she spoke up again with a rather... Unusual method to thank him. Oren remained silent for a few moments.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Heh."
The faintest remnant of a chuckle echoed out as he held the water flask out towards Vanille. Didn't even know his name and was now asking to make food for him... It was admittedly kind of amusing. He hadn't really expected any sort of reward from her.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"You don't need to do that... You should drink some more water now."
Her movements still looked unsteady... May as well ensure she didn't collapse again.[break][break]
Oren honestly had been fully prepared to never see her again after this was over. Or at least very infrequently. It wasn't exactly an unusual occurrence for him regarding most people he ran into here. He wasn't sure how to take such a request. Regardless, they were getting closer. Whatever happened from there would happen.
Oren certainly had to learn the hard way regarding the money situation... They had a currency called 'gil', but it was different from the currency in his world, which is also called 'gil'... And the currencies pretty much everywhere else the 'outlanders' come from from what he learned. Apparently there are some places that will accept the money of other realms, but it wasn't exactly a guarantee. Once one got past that hurdle, it was about what one would expect, though the technology was overall less advanced than what he was used to. He admittedly had to be a little greedy during his time in Zephon so far because he needed to build up his savings and continue just... Surviving. It was one of the many reasons why he did jobs alone and him accomplishing difficult tasks in spite of that would prove lucrative when word inevitably spread about him... Even if some were a little unnerved with his methods. He didn't really need any favors from anyone, but the idea of one might be something he'd need to keep in mind just in case...[break][break]
When asked about if he had been here before, there was a short pause before Oren said just one measly word...
[attr="class","dialogue"]"No..."
Probably wasn't the most exciting answer, but it was the truth. He had never been this far away from Torensten before, but he had honed his skills enough to a point where navigating this trip had been mostly manageable. After saying that, Vanille would tragically just be met with the lovely sound of silence. Oren wasn't the most talkative usually... He already spoke more to her than he did to a lot of other people, but it was a bit of a necessity given the situation. It wouldn't take long before he heard her exclaim something. Oren glanced back at her before he looked back the same way she had been looking... Indeed, the curious buildings of Aljana were coming more into view. It seemed his guess was correct after all. It was still a little hard to tell how far they were still, but it was only a matter of time at this point.[break][break]
Oren sighed.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Well, there it i-Wuh?!"
Oren was not at all prepared for his unlikely companion to grab his arm and start dragging him along in clear excitement. He really wasn't all that used to this sort of thing anymore.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Alright, alright. I get the excitement. You can let go of me now..."
Oren pulled his arm away and lightly rubbed it with his other hand sheepishly, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his head. All this over some water in a desert... Oren got the memo, though. He continued walking on ahead, but he did notably increase his pace to keep up with such... Positivity. It didn't really matter either way. They can go about their respective business once they arrived... Even if his business sort of just amounted to 'loiter and keep an eye out for any trouble during your stay'. It'd just be business as usual from there and once he was given leave to return to Torensten.
Okay... So, she was still alive. Oren supposed that wasn't too surprising. Oren would take a step or two back after the woman drank from the flask and gave it back to him. Oren would then put it away.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Consider yourself lucky I suppose... Travelers through these parts are not always the most common... Should've came more prepared."
Oren observed her for a second as she sat up before he would look away to the distance. He squinted his eyes trying to make out even the most faint remnant of civilization or the oasis... He then glanced back at her when she spoke up again. His expression remained mostly blank.[break][break]
Well. That certainly answered Oren's musing over her motives... He knew Aljana built their entire civilization around this oasis, but was it truly worth braving such a journey to go to it? Even for a resort... At least once someone DID get there even a single time, going back and forth would become easier.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I presume you refer to Aljana...? It is more than just an oasis, though..."
Oren wasn't even sure if there were Chocobo that could travel through the desert outside of Aljana... If there were, he hadn't been able to find any before he began to make the trek after he rode an airship as far as it'd take him. There was silence in the air as he tried to think. Oren rubbed the back of his neck.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I was heading f... Uh?"
Oren was about to explain his very convenient presence in the desert, but she suddenly sprung back onto her feet, dusted herself off, and seemed ready to move again.[break][break]
Oren paused and slumped over, a truly befuddled look stretching across that blank face.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Huh? We?"
Oren didn't even get a chance to make it apparent that he had some idea of where he was going... How was she suddenly so energized after merely drinking a bit of water...? Damn. Had he actually been tricked after all? Merely in a different way... Mmm. No... It still wouldn't make sense even using that theory instead... Oren covered his face with his hand.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Ugh... Okay, fine. As I was saying, I was actually on my way to Aljana... If I am correct, we should actually be close to it here..."
Oren's hand flopped down to his side as he straightened his posture. Oren then started moving again, walking past Vanille.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Just follow my lead..."
There was still way too much sand... That oasis truly is the only source of water in this desert it seems... Oren looked around some more. In the distance ahead, he swore he could see some vague shadow of... Buildings? He hoped the heat wasn't playing tricks on him... Oren silently pointed ahead and continued walking.
Oren didn't like sand... It was coarse and rough and irritating and it got everywhere. He had been around the Corel area once upon a time during his days in SOLDIER and it wasn't pleasant to say the least. Of course, the climate wasn't exactly the only reason for that... And being constantly tempted by the presence of the Gold Saucer didn't help... He never actually got to go there now that he thought about it. Far as he was aware, there wasn't exactly a place like it in Zephon. Not like there'd be much fun to be had nowadays anyways... It might help him forget for a little while, but that was about it. Bah. Why was he even thinking about a damned amusement park of all things right now...? This always happens when he's stuck with his thoughts for too long... They just... Wander. No matter where they went, it just upset him more.[break][break]
Oren actually got hired for something in a place called Aljana. The people there were on edge and wanting a bit of extra security to make sure everything was in the clear after an incident happened somewhat recently. Oren didn't quite know the details beyond that apparently a certain big important merc leader showed up for a bit before leaving. Alas, the airships didn't exactly travel out this far so he had to make much of this trip the old fashioned way. Being stuck in Zephon certainly helped him get better at navigating since he couldn't rely on superior means of transportation as often. At least once he got there, he heard they had Chocobo that were bred to travel the desert and even domesticated Kujata so getting back to what was designated 'home' would be a lot easier... Of course those existed here too... Oren sighed as he ran an arm across his forehead. This heat was unbearable... He then brought out a map from his belongings and looked it over. Aljana was located along a fairly prominent oasis in the desert. He believed he should be getting close to it, but it was difficult to tell... The entire rest of the desert was uninhabited so there were few other notable landmarks to look for. At least the goodies he brought to keep himself going were still doing okay. Even if Oren ended up facing death itself again... He knew it didn't matter anymore.[break][break]
Oren rolled up the map and put it away. He started tapping his foot in the sand as he thought about the path he had been taking to get to Aljana. However, he finally noticed something that wasn't sand... Or rather someone. A cynical part of him would wonder if the person was faking it to try and ambush someone... But this was honestly the last place where something like that would be a good idea. Oren looked up at the vultures in the sky... Yep. That certainly confirmed that this was just some unfortunate shmuck. Oren sighed as he tapped one of the materia on his sword Lunaris.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Need some fire... Scram, you damn birds."
Oren would then fling his arm towards the sky as he cast a simple Fire spell through the materia's power, sending a modest sized fireball towards the sky to make the vultures go away and find an actual corpse to bother... At least he presumed whoever he found wasn't already one. Oren then approached and would get a view of whoever was laying in the sand... A woman. Some might call her pretty. Not particularly hardy looking. Why in the world she was all the way out here was a mystery unlike any other. She didn't seem to be dead, but probably was getting close. Oren leaned forward and would wave a hand in front of Vanille's face.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Hey, lady. Are you alive down there?"
Not exactly the friendliest way to phrase it, but it was some sort of vague concern for her well-being...?[break][break]
If Vanille's vision cleared up enough, she would be met by blue eyes that let off an eerie green glow looking at her beneath the slight shade of a hat. Oren would look through his belongings and pulled out a flask that still had some water in it.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Might want some of this if you're not dead yet."
His tone of voice remained almost indifferent sounding, but hey. Help has arrived!
Oren felt a bit of relief that the big famous merc seemed willing to play along with working together. Oren didn't really like to split rewards as he needed to continue building up his savings in this damned world, but they were all here already and trying to tell Caius to go away probably wouldn't work and come across as more rude than he would mean to... Not that he really cared much about how he came across to most others, but he had to keep up a little professionalism here and maintain a reliable reputation. The dragon seemed pretty apprehensive about him, but would ease up a little after they approached. Perhaps they could make an impromptu game out of this hunt... Oh, that might be fun.[break][break]
Oren just curtly nodded. Of course he should've expected he had to introduce himself.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Is that right...? I suppose you could call me a hunter, though I presume you refer to something more specific rather than generally... My name is Oren. Just another mercenary stolen from his home by the whims of something cruel... Now I'm just killing time."
It was perhaps obvious there was more to him than he would let on, but Oren didn't feel particularly compelled to say much more beyond that... And he was perhaps lucky Caius didn't actually say that his outfit resembled a more feminine one for these hunters. He wouldn't be sure how to react to a world where his outfit wasn't considered unisex at the very least.[break][break]
Oren would then raise an index finger when Caius offered his insight.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"So, you've dealt with one before then... Good. This should be pretty easy if we get it right where we want it. We should get a move on then, Mister Leader Man... Don't like this place very much."
It seemed Caius most definitely didn't either. However, when Oren went to look back towards where the Malboro had been hanging around in the distance... It was gone?
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Huh? Where did it-"
Oren paused and suddenly a horrified look broke past the stoic exterior.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"SHIT! WE HAVE TO MOVE! NOW!"
Oren suddenly shouted. The swampy floor near where the group stood began to bubble and shake. Oren would start running and leap for a branch of one of the warped trees a short distance away and flip onto the top of the branch before. It was a rather baffling display of physical prowess despite the ground not exactly being fit for such actions. Caius would have a moment to move himself before the Malboro suddenly erupted from the marshes with a loud screech.[break][break]
It looks like this hunt would be starting a little more on the back end than Oren intended...
