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[faithaintdoneshit]

[the video flicks on to a scruffy-looking man. some of you may have seen him around the edges of the campus or at meal times, but he hasn’t been here long. he frowns at the screen for a moment before speaking, his accent from the deep South.]

A’right, so I guess I’m s’posed to uh, advertise for the new class, or somethin’.

[he pauses, not quite sure what’s the best way to go about this. It’s all very new and unfamiliar to him and he looks pretty uncomfortable.]

I’m addin’ a survival course ‘n a defense class for anyone who wants it. It’s gonna be afternoons ‘n Saturdays. So… yeah.

[he looks as if he’s going to shut off the device and then hesitates. oh yeah, they don’t know him, he’s new around here. But if he’s going to teach he supposes they should have a name at the very least. still, this whole teaching thing is really weird to wrap his head around.]

Name’s Daryl by the way. Daryl Dixon.

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[faithaintdoneshit]

[oh whoops, mun error! for some reason thought you aged him down a lot. My mistake!! We'll say that says teens??]

[but yeah you get an eyebrow raise for that]

...A bear?

[the_prodigal_son]

[fffft it's okay we all make mistakes! yeah that works! i really doubt jack comes off as an adult to someone like daryl anyway.]

A polar bear. [At the bottom of the ocean. In the apartment of some guy who ruined his life. With mind control. But that ruins the realism of his story.] It's... a long story.

[faithaintdoneshit]

[nods. he gets that, isn't gonna pry any further]

Dunno what an angry polar bear looks like, but the forest at night ain't no joke either.

[the_prodigal_son]

It looks like this. [He holds up his hands like claws and bares his teeth.

Jack no.]

[faithaintdoneshit]

[he's.... he's joking right????? please someone say he's joking]

[goddamnit he isn't joking. Daryl just kind of chews on his thumbnail for a moment, not sure how to react]

[the_prodigal_son]

[After a pause Jack drops the imitation and stares hopefully. He is waiting for whatever that reaction Daryl is trying to decide on.

Aaand when he doesn't get it he just sighs.]

I've been through a lot of shit, mister. I don't think the woods can scare me.

[faithaintdoneshit]

[he maintains his position but nods, pulling his hand away from his face]

Then I guess the class ain't for you, now.

[There's no taunting in his voice. If that's the way Jack feels, that's the way Jack feels. No point in wasting his time with someone who isn't interested.]

[the_prodigal_son]

[There may not be taunting in his voice, but Jack is sort of curious that the thought isn't pursued. He thinks it over a bit.]

But, uh... you know about stuff on the surface, right? I mean- outdoors? [This already sounds weird and he realizes it. He's starting to get used to how awkward he sounds to surface folk.] I don't have to worry about staying alive, but... uh... [Hoooow does he put this-] Do you know anything about deer? Or... other stuff like that? That lives in the woods?

[Jack what the hell.]

[faithaintdoneshit]

[dude what a weird kid... the surface? Been through some shit? What is his story??]

Yeah, that's what I'll be teachin'. 'Cept it's more how to find em 'n trap em.

[the_prodigal_son]

Oh...

[Seems like a waste of an adorable animal, but he's not an idiot. He knows where meat comes from, and he loves hamburgers. So he supposes it's the same. Still.]

Either way, I wanna learn about that. I've never been out in the wild for more than a day. Actually, wait, no, that's wrong, I've never been- or...?

[Give him a moment. Does he go with his fake memories or his real memories?

....His real memories suck.]

...No, I've been out once or twice. Never long enough to need, uh... survival skills. I think I wanna spend more time outside. So maybe I'll take the class anyway.

[faithaintdoneshit]

[hum. Daryl's not sure how this kid is gonna take to his course, but sure can't stop him either. Plus maybe he can find out more about Jack because there seems to be a lot there.]

[he nods though and his voice is almost. Teasing? when he speaks again]

Y'think you're ready to field dress a squirrel, bearman?

[the_prodigal_son]

....What?

[There are a lot of words there that he is not used to being in that combination. So Daryl gets the expression and tone of voice of a small confused child.]

[faithaintdoneshit]

Gonna teach y'how to gut a squirrel.

((ooc: ahh sorry for late tag ): had some rl shit come up with my work))

[the_prodigal_son]

Oh.

[Well that makes sense, he can do that. Child tone is gone.]

[[ooc: ahahahaha have an equally late tag whoops last week was hectic for me.]