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Well, he had been smiling. Peyton frowned, lips pressing together as she watched him. She supposed the notion of having a partner so intimately connected to you could come as an unwelcome shock to some, but even still. For a moment she didn't think he was going to answer, then he held his hand up and she caught a glimpse of the plain ring before it disappeared and a very long, dark bladed knife formed in his palm. When he spoke she blinked up at him, then slid off the bed to kneel in front of him, though not too close. He seemed sort of jumpy. "No, we don't name them. They come with names." She frowned again, head tilting to one side. Was it odd that he didn't know his weapon's name yet? Maybe they weren't all chatty or forthcoming with such information. "If they haven't told you yet, just ask. It can be out loud, if the idea of having a conversation in your own head is too weird."

Figuring maybe it might help to explain her own situation, she held her hands up so he could see the simple gold bands on either small thumb. "Mine is kind of like your's, at least in totem form, but they aren't always a ring, or even jewelry. My immediate neighbor's weapon is a rabbit paw in the unsummoned form." Lowering her hands a little, she summoned the pair of spiked knuckledusters with their wicked little curved blades. "So this is Warrick," she started, grinning softly. "And he used to be a wrath demon, but now he's my partner. He's also sarcastic, opinionated, and very protective." He. Definitely a male. She was poking idly at the points of the spikes on one had as she talked, but let the weapon return to it's totem form after a moment.

Demonstration over, she placed her hands in her lap. "Everyone's weapon is different. No one else on this entire island will have a long a** knife that looks like your's. They aren't even all traditional weapons, really. My friend Gnat has a gauntlet thing. I've even seen a shield or two. They also range in size to small, like mine, to obscenely large." CoughTracycough.

"Oh. Oh." Well then. She'd totally misunderstood his question. Nice. "Ah, sorry. Um, if you want to introduce them then their name works fine." There might have been the faintest hint of a flush creeping along the freckle kissed bridge of her nose. Warrick was snickering quietly in her head, but she ignored him.

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Peyton wasn't entirely sure she would classify Warrick in the same category as a pencil sharpener, but the analogy did serve to get his point across.

She failed to notice any discomfort on his end, too preoccupied with her own wave of awkwardness before he said the name, then slipped into a bewildering ramble about what she figured must be the meaning of the name, and roots, and she wasn't entirely sure what cognate meant. It had pale brows arching before he simplified it all with Fionna.

It was actually a relief when he asked about Warrick, and she smiled at him, shaking her head. "Naw, he's not bad. For a wrath demon he's pretty chill, at least I think so." One small hand came up to scratch at her cheek. "But maybe cause I have a bit of a temper, too. I just might not notice."

Peyton scratcheed her cheek again, grinning wider. "Yeah, I mean considering." S he shrugged, eyeing him keenly. As far as she knew the island didn't have a whole lot of residents that were older. Jerry came to mind, and H, and of course Glenda, but she was fairly certainly hunters were recruited within a certain age range. So he was an exception, or just looked older then he was.

The quesstion towards her anger earned him a somewhat fierce sort of smile, something similar the baring of teeth he'd flashed her. "That's my secret," she mussed in a significant voice. "I'm always angry." Classic Hulk reference. Nailed it.

The grin faultered when he didn't so much as crack a smile or roll his eyes. "The Hulk," she ventured, hoping to clarify things. "Big green guy with purple shorts?" Her reference went right over his head. What the hell? Had he been living under a rock for the last decade?

Eyes narrowing, she pursed her lips. "How old are you anyways?" Maybe he was as old as he looked, and maybe he'd been in that pod a really long time. It would explain the vocabulary, and the immunity to current pop culture.

As for going off-island, she shrugged. "I can go when ever really."

It was very wise of him not to make any comments on her leaving now, or five minutes ago, to fetch him smokes. It likely would have resulted in her taking her sweet a** time. Well, more so then she already was. Granted, at the moment she wasn't doing it on purpose, she was just distracted by the new trainee sitting on the floor across from her.

"Huh," came the automatic response to his age, pale eyes widenning briefly as her lips twisted in surprise. So younger then he looked, a lot younger. Where as she was older then she looked.

His guess earned him a glower, thin shoulders hunching up. "Eighteen." Ok, yes, she was short, and she had a baby face, but did she really look like jail bait? Did she care? Maybe their enemies wouold underestemate her if they thought she was still kid? Maybe.

When it became obvious they wouldn't be fixating on ages she relaxed, leaning back and resting her hands on the floor behind her. Drawing her legs up, she tapped her toes against the carpet a couple times. Today she was wearing thigh high stockings with tasteful pinstripping. They didn't quite match the worn ankle boots.

"I've been here two months and some change." She probably wasn't the best measuring rod, having settled into life on Deus surprisingly fast. A brow twitched when he started a question but didn't finish it. "Have I--?"

Pale lips pursed, and she debated how best to answer him. "Yes, a bit." Her gaze dipped, dropping to her toes before cycling around the room. Anywhere but the new trainee sitting across from her. "I don't know how many details you might want to hear right now." She glanced at his face, gauging his reaction. "I'm sure you've been told what our work entails, and that it can be dangerous."

Her toes trapped again, one after the other, rhythmic. A simple means of expelling nervous energy. Her head tilted, gaze dropping again. "Do you want the details?" The Captain's dinner on the cruise ship was still vivid in her mind.

It had been long enough that she'd stopped having nightmares about being covered in spiders, or swords bursting out of her chest. If he really wanted to hear the gory details, then they could have story time. "The first mission I went on, we were sent on this really fancy cruise. It was pretty nice at first, but then weird s**t started happening. I didn't really get a good look, but I heard there was a body.." One small hand came up and she chewed on the nail of her thumb, still not looking up.

"People were being herded around, and then this got kind of chaotic for but, but next thing all of us hunters are invited to this really fancy dinner with the captain." It was hard to recall the room, or to really remember much of what had happened before the Kraken attacked. "A monster crashed the party, all spiked tentacles and poison." She was attacking her nail at this point and her words were a little muffled because of it.

"I got poisoned, but I guess someone in moon cured me, honestly I don't know. I woke up with Lucky looking down at me, like he'd pulled me to safety, then--" Nope. Nope. Her had gave a quick shake, then she continued. "Then reality kind of reset." Lavender eyes twitched up, watching him finally. "Everything returned to how it was, except our clothing. The more experienced hunters kind of just went back to eating, they didn't seem very phased.. Anyways, that peaceful scene didn't last.

"The waiters ended up being skeletal ghost things, and the captain was a giant spider monster made up of thousands of smaller spiders. It was the stuff of nightmares." Oddly, the last bit of the story was said with much less emotion then the first half, as if she hasn't been half as impressed by the spiders add she had been by the kraken, or something she wasn't saying.

Something like a sword skewering her and her neighbor.