The man was careful as he continued to navigate, giving a grumble at the loud crack of the bat. Well a certain Scout was having fun at least, especially as the Boston accent seemed to slip into the air. The whole team was occupied and now he was just trying to usher this kid somewhere safe.
He heard a bullet slip right past his ear, nicking it in the slightest but it was enough to make it ring. That moment he pushed the other towards the ground a bit more, taking his rifle and shooting at the other team’s sniper before going back to his current duty. He could deal with the ringing, bleeding ear later as they were in the safe range and in the base.
Mundy heard the question but hadn’t taken the time to answer it yet. While the base was “safe” and the sentry had seem recognize that the child-looking other was not an enemy, there still could be that one enemy that always liked to backstab people at the worst of times. He shifted in footing, beginning to jog a bit more in the open area, more so listening and looking for blood trails – a good sign when he saw none.
Giving a sigh, he opened the door to their locker room and sat on one of the benches, letting the other decide what he wanted to do. That sword could give him a bit of a problem but, he begun to think that the boy’s hand wasn’t on there because of him. With the silence finally kicking in, the man rested elbows on his knees, hunching over and glancing up to him with a frown. “Ya’ really are clueless then?” He rose an eyebrow, sitting up slightly. “It ain’t like ya’ could just poof onto the battlefield– Never mind.”
He would have to ask a certain Soldier about Merasmus later.
“Yer in Teufort, New Mexico, kid.” Carefully, he took off his glasses, feeling the sting of the bullet wound on his right ear. That BLU sniper was going to get a Bushwacka up his ass the next time he saw him. Grunting with the pain, he found some cloth, putting it against the wound and looked back over. “Guessin’ by yer get up… Yer not from around here.”
Emil followed quietly afterwards. A bit of his bottom lip coming out in a pout at the non-answer he was given. The loud noise and feeling of a hand on his head pushing him down to the ground caused a soft grunt of displeasure, an eye glancing upwards to the man who was now turning and shooting at a ( window? ) space before ushering him along further. Through opened doors, passed a big … electronic tube that appeared similar to the ones each of the people carried around with them and into a back room. Bunches and rows of metallic rectangles lined the walls, Emil taking note of all of them, head turning around in a more … wide-eyed amazement to anything else.
He hadn’t ever seen anything like these before. Coming closer to a wall, he pressed his fingers against the cool surface with interest before the man’s voice returned got his attention. Head snapping towards him, his fingers tightened upon the sword before slowly, it slipped off. “Ah…w-well…” He was going to answer that, but let it drop just as easily.
“…N-new Mecksi-what?”
Emil had never heard of such a place. Nor, did he know exactly what the guy was talking about. Some part of him said that ‘humans would be humans’ and to leave it alone, but was quickly pushed out of his mind. He didn’t need to think about that, for now. “Uhn! I … I think I’m a very long way from h-home…” His eyes scanned around the room before going to the cloth he’d placed on his ear. “Are you hurt?” Oh no … it had been because of him.
That earlier shot, the one where he had returned and used that compact ( canon? emil was still unsure on this subject ) weapon back. Moving forward gingerly, his hand reached back to a small compact pouch. “Could I s-see?” He gave a nervous smile. If it was a basic enough wound, the apple gels he typically carried around on him should suffice. Stitching up minor cuts and scrapes was what it was good for. Which reminded him.
… nah, he could deal with his own afterwards.
The small shot that had grazed his cheek, he rubbed at it with the back of his gloved hand, moving instead to sit next to the man. His eyes were blue, brown, slightly messy hair ( from this angle ) and a short scar along his cheek … the man was a strange sort, but, Emil owed him a little ( for helping him out of the … battlefield, he’d called it … but most battles he knew were fought with up-front weapons, swords, shields, magic at best from a distance! ) and he didn’t appear all that bad.
“My name’s Emil, by the way.” He offered hopefully. He didn’t usually judge others by their looks, and now wouldn’t truly be an exception. “Emil Castignier.” He wasn’t exactly the best with wounds or the like, but he could bandage people up, or offer the small candy-like gel so that other’s wouldn’t have to worry about their wounds for all too long.
