( Wrangling was the most polite way he could think of terming "killing"; from what he understands, they're at least only dealing with creatures without sapience. Recent experience has given him reason for pause when it comes to presumptions.
Still, it's something of a relief that this man has that particular angle covered; Viktor barely blinks at the oddity in gear. Not because it doesn't register as strange, but he doesn't pretend to have a read on normal in Riverview yet, and his new companion carries himself like someone who knows his business.
In animal wrangling, of course. (Potentially far more. He won't make that call.) )
Before all that, I want to warn you I'm pretty sure something that needs wrangling was starting to track me from a split in the tunnels a few metres behind me.
( He tips his head to the right, indicating which direction in the tunnel this one t-intersects with. Announcing that is a priority simply because he can't address the rest without leaving them both unprepared if the scrabbling and thudding was from the problem invasive species or not. )
I didn't pass anyone else on my way here. What's their name? About how tall are they? I can keep an eye out for them as I'm running around down here.
( There's no reason not to, and the idea of a kid running around down here on their own is disturbing, even when he's used to kids of various ages having a certain degree of necessary autonomy, and certainly their own cultivated skillsets. Kind of like Yurio — wherever he may be now. If Viktor's lucky, that answer is "back home complaining about top competition disappearing while he wins the GPF." )
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Still, it's something of a relief that this man has that particular angle covered; Viktor barely blinks at the oddity in gear. Not because it doesn't register as strange, but he doesn't pretend to have a read on normal in Riverview yet, and his new companion carries himself like someone who knows his business.
In animal wrangling, of course. (Potentially far more. He won't make that call.) )
Before all that, I want to warn you I'm pretty sure something that needs wrangling was starting to track me from a split in the tunnels a few metres behind me.
( He tips his head to the right, indicating which direction in the tunnel this one t-intersects with. Announcing that is a priority simply because he can't address the rest without leaving them both unprepared if the scrabbling and thudding was from the problem invasive species or not. )
I didn't pass anyone else on my way here. What's their name? About how tall are they? I can keep an eye out for them as I'm running around down here.
( There's no reason not to, and the idea of a kid running around down here on their own is disturbing, even when he's used to kids of various ages having a certain degree of necessary autonomy, and certainly their own cultivated skillsets. Kind of like Yurio — wherever he may be now. If Viktor's lucky, that answer is "back home complaining about top competition disappearing while he wins the GPF." )