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For Terri - Duplicity Freedom Fighters AU

[wolfehawke]

It's humid and unpleasant.

Adalwolfe's clothes stick to him uncomfortably as they trudge through the cloying mist that permeates the deep forest west of the city and he wishes not for the first time that he'd kept wearing the loose shirts and sleeveless jerkins he'd been used to back home. Then he wouldn't be quite so much of a sticky mess. It's warm too, making everything worse with sweat, but he can't use too much of his winter magics to mitigate that lest he make the humidity worse.

At least that's the excuse he keeps giving.

In reality, when the SIN guards had hit him with their power nullification weapons in the Great Escape (he'd heard another LIEr call it that and now it's taken root in his mind) it made it so he has trouble summoning even a weak campfire. He still can, thank goodness, and can protect himself and his own if need be, but it takes a whole lot more effort than it ever has.

But that's a worry to keep to himself. No need to alarm anyone else, certainly not the already disheartened group of escapees. It's fine. They're fine. They're free which is more than any of them could say last week.

"Have you ever been hunting before?" Wolfe asks Jon quietly, making sure his voice doesn't carry. Not that it would in the fog. Everything sounds sort of muffled and doesn't go terribly far past their immediate vicinity. Its great for not being discovered, which is both a blessing and a curse when trying to hunt for food lest the hunters become the hunted.

[compellingstatement]

This is miserable. Jon misses the creature comfort of his home and archives in the city. Chief among those things, at the moment, is central air-conditioning. The mist is putting him on edge, as well, reminiscent of the Lonely, even when he can sense the minds of those around him. He's feeling weak to begin with, thanks to the depowering guns in the escape. He'd had to be carried, unconscious for hours, making himself little more than deadweight. Now is the moment to make up for that, and he's just... sick of it already. It's uncomfortable.

"Not in a way that might be useful... or that you'd approve of," he responds, tone bone dry in contrast to the surroundings. Jon's gathered his hair into a messy bun atop his head, but the prospect of just chopping it all off is seeming more and more alluring. His clothes are office wear... but he's at least left the city with sensible shoes. "If you're expecting me to shoot something, we're likely going hungry tonight. I've lived in cities my whole life."

[wolfehawke]

"Shoot something with what, your mind?" Wolfe snorts, knowing full well that their list of weaponry is about as long as his pinky finger. They're both just frustrated, though, and he smiles to soften the joke. "No, I'm just trying to get a sense for what you know. We can make some traps, at least."

He glances around, looking for an opportune place to dig a pit trap for small game. "I haven't seen any rabbits or anything but we haven't exactly been quiet as a group. Might have scared them all off for the moment... here we are, looks like there's a good spot."

Looking around before moving from the relative safety of the corpse of trees they'd found themselves in, Hawke cautiously slips into the open and taps the ground with his staff. Well, really it's more of a glorified stick that he'd picked up on their trek, but it's a sort of security blanket, especially right now when he absolutely needs a focus for his magic or he risks not being able to cast at all. He taps around a bit, trying to find softer ground, then kneels when he's apparently found it. "While I dig this up, find some fallen branches and leaves so we can camouflage it. Just don't go too far, alright? Stay in the clearing."

It's like being in the woods with his siblings again, and that makes him equally as fond as it does trepidatious.

[compellingstatement]

"Yes, grandmother," Jon grouses as he stalks off, hands shoved in his pockets. He feels his lighter and considers a cigarette, but they're trying not to be noticed, and he knows enough to know that's probably going to tip off any game. Later. He'll savor his cigarettes later.

He gets a good few yards away before he realizes just how thick the fog is. It's swallowed up Wolf's form, even if he can hear the other man distantly. Much as he hates being in a group at the moment, Jon likes the idea of being out here alone even less. In spite of himself, he heads back toward Hawke, picking up leaves and branches as he goes, until he can see the other man's form through the mist. At least he assumes...

"Hawke?" His voice is smaller, worried. He shouldn't have this kind of separation anxiety, but this place reminds him far too much of the Lonely. "That's you, right?"