Yakov looked back down but seemed to push himself into the tree even closer if it was possible. He wasn't that scared..no, he wasn't scared at all. Just trying to get some extra grip on the tree. He begins to move down again. While he's in no way fast compared to the woman, he's getting close to the forest floor. He drops to the ground, nearly stumbling.
He exhales, probably of relief. He looks at Tahki. "So, where are you going?"
He steps back at her hostility. Before the woman had saved him, but now she was aggressive again? Make up your mind, lady!
Instead of thinking of some smart response, he answers in the first way he thought of. "Huh?"
She seems to laugh, but not in humour. "You are from the outside. Beyond the Death Ring, why don't you go there?" She stares.
She suspected this because of his lack in ability of climbing trees. She's never been outside of the Death Ring, but she's heard the outside has little to no trees. And for what trees it has, they aren't anything compared to these trees.
Death..Ring? That doesn't sound very good.
"Listen, I do not know what a Death Ring is. I have no clue where I am, I woke up in a forest I don't know the name of yesterday, and I'd honestly appreciate some support here. But sure. By all means, treat me with hostility. Even though I..I'm not really that much of a threat to you..?" His rant started off frustrated, but ended in more of a question.
He steps back again. This woman told him he was wasting the day..now look at them.
His throat tightens at the sight of her teeth. Especially her canines. Those weren't normal.
He pauses, then speaks, his tone going neutral. "And I don't."
“Huh?” He said. “Why? Why do you want it?” Instinctively, he backs up again.
“I don’t trust you with it, so I’m taking it away. Now..” after much debate beforehand, she decided this was the best option.
She takes out her own roughly made handgun from her bag of supplies and aims at him. “Give me it.” It has no ammo, but she’s been aggressive enough and confident in her voice that she believes he’ll believe her. The handgun looks old. Very very old.
He holds ground at this point, worried that if he backs up anymore it might look like he’s attempting to flee. Hesitantly, he hands her his gun.
“You do know how to handle it..right?” He asks, slowly.
Yakov doesn’t like not having a gun out here. He stares at the birds, then back to her. “Why? What for?”
"Blood Night..?" This was getting weirder and weirder. "But I've got places to be-" He matched his speed with her so he didn't fall behind. "And other people?" He asked. "What about them?"
"Blood Night. I'm immune to it, but I don't know about you. Many of the other tribes ingest a plant which gives them a sickness. When the moon turns red, they lose all common sense and turn against each other. The island is the safest place since those people generally can't swim well and they stay on mainland." At his question, she looks at him curiously, but also like she's mocking his lack of knowledge on 'common subjects.'
"There's a lot of other tribes, but most aren't friendly. Some of them come to the island and make truces with each other, but for exiles like myself they generally don't make expectations."
“Well, I haven’t eaten any plants and I hope to keep it that way.” He quickly stated. He wasn’t sure he was even in the same universe anymore. He’d heard of the multiverse theory stuff, but never believed in it..
Yakov took a moment before asking a question. “We will be hiding on the island then?”
“You mean, strange plants? If you plan on surviving here, you will be eating some sort of plant..” she drifted off.
They began to arrive at the rocky/sandy shores of the lake. “Yes, a good assumption.” She scanned the clearing, for intruders, but also for something..
She spotted a lump covered by leaves and grasses and sand, and darted towards it.
"Yeah, I just meant the plants that cause whatever sickness you're talking about." He pauses when she suddenly runs off, and looks over in the direction of where she's going. There seems to be something underground..
He doesn't run, just slowly walks over.
Yazov walks a bit closer, examining what she's digging up. He spots the metal object, and wonders if it's something to help them with..
He glances outwards to the lake. Crossing that.
"What is that?" He asks.
He stands and watches for a few more seconds before he lowers himself to the ground, deciding to assist. This would all go faster if they worked together. Hopefully before that blood night, or whatever she had said to him before.
Tahki continues to dig, only slightly pausing when he comes near. She shovels dirt off into the side, in a pile. It’s quite clear to people in the future coming by here that someone was here, so she’d need a new spot to hide her boat. But it was a price to pay for being safe from drug induced cannibals; which was, quite frankly what the cannibals were.
Yazov looks up slightly. “So, why are you letting me come with you?” He asks, as he continues to look down again and dig.
“So I’m just a means of value to you?” He whispered, voice also going low. He wasn’t really offended, to be fair. It was more of a question if anything.
“Yes.” She answers, straightforwardly. She’s unsure what type of answer he wanted. Did he want her to sympathize? She would never.
“You are also like a child,” she says, not looking up quite yet. “You do foolish things and act before thinking. I’m going to keep you out of trouble until I can get out out of the Ring.”
He pauses. “A…child?”
“No,” Yazov finally speaks after a moment. “I’m far from being one.”