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She might be lucky, or unlucky in her viewpoint, it was the peak season of sleeping beauties awakened. That day was the day of harvest, the light of a pod blinked in notification, either it meant something was wrong or a new chick was born.

The door of the pod opened slowly, the cold fog around it dissipated like lost children returned to mother's embrace, but there was no sign of movement.

The tall figure inside it was still, as if the pod just malfunctioned.

The man's eyes were closed in an relaxed way, facing above like a dead handsome body in a coffin. The flat voice acted like a morning call for breakfast, eyes spring open within a blink, a hand abruptly reached out like when zombies broke through the cracked door, but it was of healthy skin tone, sign of alive.

The hand in grasping posture was aiming her neck, but it halted from a few centimeters to strangle Claude's swan like neck.

His intention wasn't to scare her like the jack-in-the-box, though considering his personality, he might find it fun and implement that. Yet, not in a state of confusion. The eyes followed where the voice came from and gazed at Claude, who dressed like a pirate.

In the hunter story, mostly new trainees would thinking they might be dreaming and rub their eyes, baffled. As for the tall man, he had his eyebrows slightly knitted and tilted his head. He remembered he was killing something, but the eyes flickered around found nothing but a lady smirking.

Didn't get out from the pod, he asked, "Am I in a Con or something? You look like a pirate." What he didn't ask - what's this place? It looks like a base in sci-fi fictions.

Like a big dog woke up by his owner, Ace didn't bother with the observation that the Pirate was in a hurry, he just waited for the dense fog in his mind to clear. When he recalled his memory, it wasn't complete, like a hungry beast crunched off a big part of it. Deus Ex Machina sounded no meaning to him, he mused.

He rubbed his temples, "So you mean I am staying to fight monsters while you'll aboard your space ship and fly away?" The long leg wrapped tightly around to reveal the firm muscles made a small step and he was out his comfortable pod, it was still cool in touch.

The tall figure roamed over the area, there were lines and lines of pod like the one he was sleeping in. He flexed his neck and swirled his shoulders, the bones inside rattled slow. It wasn't very cozy as a bed for a tall man like him. "Am I getting laser guns?"

"You mean no laser guns..." his voice was a bit of a disappointed puppy when told 'no walkies today'. "How about grenade? Plasma? Um....Noisy Cricket?" He seemed to have difficulties digging out imaginary weapons from his poor memory dictionary and exhaled a sigh. "Don't tell me it'll be lightsaber, that's not cool." Flickering to the pirate, "How about yours? By the way, do you dislike me?" She was holding the deadpanned face for a while, maybe since he woke up to this monster-invasion-crisis future.

How long has he been sleeping? The man yawned. Maybe it'd better if he went back to sleep......he really contemplated, with no intention to follow the lady but gazed at the pod.

How to get back in? He wasn't good at sophisticating stuff like that.

There was a sudden pause of silence.

"What year are we at now?" Medevial weapon? He looked around the pods glowed in a sort of blue he only saw in sci-fi movies, there was not a single connecting point. "Ah, the Pirates of the Caribbean sort, I see, fitting you." Why he could have idea like that popped up in mind but not what happened? His eyebrows raised on one side. "So you will smile if we become friends? You look pretty and I wanna see your beautiful smile" The man smirked with a genuine voice.

"Wow I'm a dead man, that's - incredible, but I don't feel hungry and wanna nom on flesh?" He checked himself for livor mortis, maggots, rotted parts, rolling up his sleeves and top to reveal the lean torso underneath, a bit pale because of the lack of contact with sunlight. Finally he checked his pulse and heartbeat.

The word No had a lot of meanings, in his question there were a few of key points made, a short answer won't do the magic to match with what it means like magnet. "You mean - no, I'm not pretty; no, my smile isn't beautiful or no, I won't smile even we'll be friends?" Ouch, rather impolite to a hot pirate lady.

The aloof response got carried away by the news that they were heading to the cove, if it's pirated related, it would be somewhere filled with eye-blind golden sparkles, lustre of pearl and rattles of gold coins. He was excited to be led, okay, back-to-sleep plan abandoned.

"Alright, lead my way to the treasure, Captain." Her attitude sounded like a senior, so she won't be a pawn.