Listening to the footsteps that sometimes passed by the tent, Nera was perplexed as to why close to no one took interest in it. She had thought that there would be guards standing outside, but no. It seemed safe enough, but it ruined her plans of figuring out when they switched shifts. There have been a number of times where the other had tried to convince her to sit down and most of the time, Nera had insisted that she stay where she was.
“Did you actually arrive here on your own?” The girl stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him, not really sure how she should answer his question. In truth, she didn’t really feel inclined to. At least one of them seemed to be enjoying this. There was something about his inquisitive gaze that made her slightly uncomfortable yet at the same time, safe like she wasn’t in any real danger at the moment. Should she just follow on with her instincts and continue to listen for any changes outside or should she ignore it all and just sit down?
“General Aaron is also meant to be here...” The girl eventually stated upon wandering over to the table, standing across from where he sat, “but he told me to carry on while he left.”
“I swear. Aaron hasn’t changed at all.” The man laughed.
“Yeah...wait...what?” It sounded like he was reminiscing over something. How do they know each other and why hadn’t her father mentioned anything of him? Nera did not get an answer as the man’s eyes were focussed on something else. As curiosity would have it, she turned and took a few steps back further into the tent after seeing who it was, deciding not to interfere in the exchange.
She just didn’t know what to say or do at the moment. Nera had never had a good history with Beastman simply because she considered them to be the same in nature. How she managed to tolerate and grow fond of Xanieth was a mystery even to her. She expected to see Viral here, no doubt, but after pushing him into swamp water, she just didn’t know what to say or do that would make up for that. Nera decided that she should just avoid confrontation for now; she wasn’t in any position to fight in both physical health and skill.
“Ah..Welcome. I believe there are things that must be clarified now that I think everyone is present.” The man greeted Viral with a gesture of welcome. “I also don’t think I had the chance to introduce myself, last time. My name is Declan Jean Stryfe, founder of a group called Skyheed.” At that, he shot a pointed look at the youngest person inside the tent, watching with open amusement as she lit up in realisation, horror and then embarrassment. “Still planning on carrying out your plans, young miss?”
“...N-no....and it’s...Nera...” She mumbled, looking to the side.
“Alright...Feel free to take a seat, Captain.” If Nera wanted to sit, she was free to as he learned quickly that she was almost as stubborn as someone he knew.“To clear things up, we aren’t affiliated with anyone, to be honest, but I wouldn’t go as far as calling ourselves rogues and such of the like, yet. We don’t believe in the current rules or beliefs the Government has set and that’s all I’ll say. Some of the recruits you find here may or may not have once worked under such rules and regulations. I wouldn’t mind creating a relationship with the Dai-Gurren Brigade, but as things currently stand, I’m afraid it might stir the Government into action. It’s impossible to say whether or not that is avoidable.” Declan took in a deep breath and laced his fingers behind his back.“Otherwise, and I speak the truth, I had not expected that you would choose to travel here after all that has happened, but I am no less glad that you’ve both made it here safely.” He spoke calmly so that even the girl who had seemed to settle down at the very back of the tent heard. Declan, carefully surveyed the two guests, finding one to appear more worn in appearance than the other. He knew of the Gunman that wasn't theirs parked outside, but he was unsure of who it belonged to. Looking at it now, he was pretty sure who had travelled by foot and who by Gunman. Whatever happened there? Even if he was curious about those events, he was careful to mask it, allowing the other two time to think and ask their own questions.