A Hunting We Will Go

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Angelo found it slightly comforting that there was a camp at all. It meant it was probably normal people, poaching with normal methods - traps, guns. Things he could handle, and understood. He was no more immune to guns than any ordinary human, but he was familiar enough with them that he didn't really fear them. Guns weren't dangerous - the people with guns were.

He slid into the camp, already letting his power do it's work. A glance would not find him - Thresher would have to be actively looking for him to see him.

"I assume you're a good tracker, then?" Because if he wasn't, they were screwed - he wasn't going to be able to follow anything but the most obvious trails.
</div>[/thoth] @"Nightstripe" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Some things were all but universal, and it was easy to fall into old patterns. He had no experience camping, but he simply had to think like they were smugglers. This was simply another base, and he simply had to look as he always had.

"They're out and about, probably on patrol, but they're still using this camp as their headquarters. If we don't follow them, it's likely they'll show back up here, so if we don't find them, we can circle back." No sign of backpacks. Some food still stashed securely to keep animals out, but no clear signs of water. They probably had some kind of canteen or water bottle that they kept with him.

"I'll be nearby." He said, giving him a nod. "Trailing after you. If you spot them, just signal, and I'll go on ahead and see if I can't grab them."
</div>[/thoth] @"Nightstripe" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Was he sniffing? He sure as heck seemed to be sniffing. Sniffing the air like a dog might, trying to pick up a scent. At least he wasn't bending over to literally sniff the ground, Angelo supposed.

Not that knowing he had a good sense of smell helped much. Off the top of his head he could already think of a good dozen mythological creatures who had some kind of enhanced sense of smell. Even then, it didn't really matter what he was - he was just curious enough about the strange things that were on the island. No matter how long he stayed on the island, there was always something new and interesting, some weird new supernatural creature that fed by eating paint off walls or something.

Angelo made noise, but people missed it. He made a point of being quieter than usual, rather than just crashing through the bush, but in light of his powers it just became background noise. It was the sort of thing a human's brain would just skip right over, and he fell in behind Thresher. He couldn't see (or smell) anything, but he supposed that was why Thresher was there.
</div>[/thoth] @"Nightstripe" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/6frYspS.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">He should have known it was coming. In a way, he did - but he'd thought that Thresher would have been able to get closer than he did. He wasn't used to this kind of hunting, and he wasn't prepared for the sort of hair-trigger that a poacher might have. The bullet was in the air before he could reach the man, but he didn't get a second shot in.

Angelo lunged, grabbing the tip of the rifle and using his momentum to slam it upwards. The poacher didn't see it coming in any sense - one minute he'd shot at some animal moving in the woods, and the next his rifle was slamming into his face and Angelo was standing over him. Surprise was always a huge element, and Angelo had ripped the rifle out of his hands before the guy could even figure out what had happened.

The man went down, and Angelo slammed a foot into his chest. Not enough to break any ribs, but enough to hurt - and enough to keep him down for the moment.

"If you just shot a cop you're going to be in a shitload of trouble." He hissed, not dragging his gaze away from the poacher. Maybe he'd missed. Maybe it hadn't hit him at all.

"You okay?" He called, raising his voice, his powers fully dissipated. Hopefully he was fine.
</div>[/thoth] @"Nightstripe" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/9YAmCla.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Angelo's eyesight was only a smidge better than average, and squinting he couldn't see the bullethole - except, of course, for the small bit of blood. He let out a little snort. Whatever was going on, it wasn't human standard. If he hadn't been shot, there'd be no blood. If he had been shot, there should have been far more.

"Could have warned me you were extra durable."


He flicked the rifle's safety, quite confident he could handle the poacher, and then tossed the gun over to Thresher to catch before pulling out his cuffs, rolling over the barely protesting poacher so he was face down in the foliage, and cuffing him.

"At an absolute minimum, he just accidentally shot someone, even if you can't get him for poaching." He said, hauling the guy up and onto his feet. "Bit more concerned about if you're okay with getting shot." Just because he wasn't bleeding like a fountain didn't mean he was okay.
</div>[/thoth] @"Nightstripe" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​