CONNER.

              He didn’t think the state’s name was too hard to pronounce, even though he did have a bit of luck on his side with Soldier repeating the fifty states on the top of his lungs at four in the morning. There was a bit of a chuckle before it was suddenly stopped.  The ‘ far away from home ‘ part had caught his attention. He went to go speak, to ask another question or so before he was stopped in his tracks by the younger looking male coming closer.

               When the other reached for his side - bag, there was a bit of tension. Anything could be hidden within it, from poison to anything needle related – but his fears seemed to be confused, eye-brow raised as the other’s stuttered question was heard. There was a bit of a hiss when the wrapping was pulled off gingerly ( it was due to his own fault, of course, accidentally slipping the material against the open wound when he meant to take it directly off without much friction. 

             The wound, while it was by a bullet, had taken only a bit off of the ear, forcing it to bleed to clot. He was confused as to what the other was thinking about doing, watching as he sat next to him, looking at those oddly bright eyes. How could someone so innocent and glowing with personality be okay with what they had just seen?  There was a battlefield right outside the doors so why wasn’t he… a panicking mess? 

               He was given a name to finally use instead of ‘ kid ‘, a soft sigh slipping through his lips. “Eh, it’s usually Mundy – that’s what they now me by but I guess I can let ya’ call me Connor.”

              His voice seemed a bit more quiet, as if he was scared someone would over - hear. There was always the chance that he would be attacked for saying his actual name ( he was an assassin after all ) so he could always be a bit more careful. “We gotta figure out how ya’ got here, mate… You’re outta your land and while we gotta’ a wizard here that could’a caused the mix up, ‘m pretty sure we won’t be able to get an answer out of the quack.”

           “Mundy…Conner Mundy?” Emil queried, before smiling again, “Sounds like a good name.” The other slowly relaxed his hands, pulling out a small, round thing, just about to hold in the palm of his hand. He was rather okay with this situation. He had to deal with crazier back home, though he would worry about Orion. He hoped the pup would actually keep his snout out of trouble. Lifting green eyes, the tone of ‘wizard’ and Emil’s eyes seemed to darken.

     Wizards, he was not familiar with the term. Though, he was quick to pull a little giggle out of his lips, “A-ah…well … I w-wouldn’t worry too much about that.” His eyes lowered, sliding the gel between his fingers, “I’m … already v-very much used to this sort of thing.” It took restraint not to say humans fighting. “Anyway, here!” He moved, placing the gel into the other’s hand, head ducked into his scarf. “I-it’s called an apple gel. You eat it … it should help heal the tissue on your ear.”

     Perhaps he would explain later what place he came from. Now, he would keep quiet, as it appeared the rules were very much different. They fired magic items with metallic pieces in them, or, didn’t have magic … Emil was uncertain which frightened him more. Green eyes lift once more, giving a weak smile. “I know it’s g-going to sound stupid … but please?”

     Moving, he unbuckled the strap around his front, pulling the supplies forward, unhooking the scabbard of his sword and resting it at his feet, opening it up in plain view for the other to see. “H-here, look. I’ve got a lot of them. I’ll even try one.” Taking one from the bag, he showed it to the other before popping it into his mouth, and swallowed. “See?” Along with the gels, there were a variety of other items in there. From weaponry ( a few other swords seemed to be cradled in the others small bag ) as well as bottles, more gels, and other such items.

           “I get this happening t-to me a lot … going to different places, th-things that seem unbelievable, people that are b-both really nice and not … “ His gaze lowered, “If your … wizard was the cause to this,” his voice had changed, ever so lightly. Deeper, the flickering in his gaze, green hues sparking with an eerie bloody color, “then there’s a re-reason for me being here.” He smiled, “I’m a l-lot more sturdy than people give me c-credit for, Connor.”

     Death did not frighten him, for it was a human concept. Truth being he could be ‘killed’, but it would take a lot of extra steps for it to happen to him in the way the other thought. “These are a bit of h-how. Though they’re k-kind’ve sweet, like candy!”