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"Go on then, leave your bloody message. If you got something worthwhile to say, I'll get back to ya."

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Hello again! Clegane, wasn't it? Are you managing to keep yourself entertained?

[ There's some garbled noises. The sound of him dropping the phone. A few curses. And then finally -- WAY too loud into the phone. ]

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WORK THIS GODDAMN THING! HELLO? HELLO???

[ How do you technology. ]

[Oh dear. Clearly the man still needs a bit of help with modern appliances. A little louder than usual in case he doesn't even have the phone near his face:]

Just put it up to your ear and speak normally into the other end. I'll be able to hear you just fine.

[ Major help. But Sandor does hear Sato's instruction and places the device to his ear. ]

Like this? [ He feels like an idiot, having this thing to his good ear. ] This better not be some sort of joke.

Much better. Instantaneous communication across any distance is one of the marvels of technology.

I assume you found the bar? It's nice enough, isn't it? But if you've gotten tired of the city, I thought you might like to put that sword of yours to use. Sometimes it's more fun to co-op than do single-player.

Aye. I found the bar. Don't see you there nearly enough, though. Have to wonder what the fuck you're doing to cope with this damn place.

[ A pause as Sandor tries to process this modern reference of Sato's. And then: ]

The fuck you going on about? You need something taken care of, old man? Or you asking me for a spar? 'Cause if that's the case, I'd think you got a death wish.

Oh I've found my own ways to pass the time. Which is actually what I was calling about! Would you like to tag along, [oh fine, let's phrase this in a way that might be a little more friendly to Sandor's ears] test your mettle against a few of the monsters in the caves nearby, and bring a few tales of valor back to the bar?

[Maybe that's laying it on a bit heavy, but it's hard not to be amused by these things sometimes.]

[ He laughs at that. No. He guffaws at that. ]

Valor?! Do I seem like some kind of knight in shining armor to you? You don't have to talk it up so much, old man. You had me at the mention of killing some things. Ain't nothing I like better than that.

[ Except booze. Probably. ]

Find anything that looks edible, too? This one guy I talked to said a lot of those monsters can't be eaten. The fuck kind of world we live in where the wildlife can't be cooked up on a fire and served with some ale?

[It's no guffaw, but Sato is happy to let loose a pleasant chuckle. 'Ain't nothing I like better than that'... well he couldn't agree more.]

We're on the same page, then!

I don't see why we can't haul a couple of the creatures back into the city if they look edible. And if not, I hear that Rage will be happy to trade the body for something useful. Now if you're in the mood for it, I'm prepared to head out right away. The armory turned out to be fairly useful, and it feels like it's been too long since I had a good workout.

[And as a small afterthought... he really can't have Sandor calling him 'old man' all the time.]

Oh and please, just call me Sato.

[ Oh, Sato. Sandor doesn't call anyone by their given name. Usually. But sometimes the good Hound can learn some respect, and maybe after they go on their hunt, Sato will earn it here. ]

They have any good swords, then? Pretty sure there'd be none forged of Valaryian Steel, but one that won't break after a few swings would do just fine. Never hurts to be stocked up on them. The one I got is good. It'll last me. But if I lose it, I don't have a backup.

I'm sure by your standards it's very well stocked. I'd hoped for more modern firearms, but it seems that Rage has her own ideas about that. I'm sure I'll work it out with her eventually.

[Sato doesn't seem too concerned about it either way, cheerily continuing on.]

Why don't I just meet you over there? It's not too far from there to the caves. I was never really a swordsman, so I'd be interested in seeing your opinion of the selection.

[ There is SO MUCH UNSURE about the word firearm. Because Sandor is very much picturing an arm on fire, and well. He doesn't do too well with fire as seen by the hideous burn scar covering the side of his face. ]

A sword would suit you better. Less painful, I imagine. Longer lasting. Fire can only burn so long. Can only go so far until it eats away at flesh entirely.

[ A beat. ]

But sure. I'll meet you over there in a few. Only need to put my armor on proper and then I'll be ready.

[It takes a moment for Sato to realize exactly what Sandor's going on about, followed by another little chuckle when he clues in.]

No, that's... you know what, it'll be easier to explain in person.

See you soon!

[That's his cue to hang up and head for his favorite district in the city.

By the time Sandor arrives, he's already out on the step, playing Pong on his phone. It's clear that Sato has already been through the armory from the gear he already has strapped on: machete, several knives, and a hand axe tucked into the same belt loop as the machete. And of course, the one weapon he was lucky enough to bring in with him, a small pistol, and unlike Sandor, not a single bit of armor.

He'd considered a crossbow, but it just seemed too bulky. One of the fellows on his team in Vietnam was a huge fan of a bow and arrow for the quiet kill, but that never really fit with Sato's sensibilities. ]

[ Sandor heads over there fairly soon after their conversation -- neither rushing to get there nor going slow. So he arrives at a decent time because for what it's worth, he likes Sato. The old man's got spirit. And if he's going out against these monsters regularly, he's still got balls, no matter how shriveled. ]

Surprised there's anything left in there. You'd think people would have taken all there is ages ago.

I wouldn't be surprised if Rage replaces anything missing on a regular basis. It's in her best interests, after all.

[is Sato's cheerful reply as he puts the phone away, beckoning Sandor on over so the two of them can stroll in, a bit of a curiously mismatched duo. He keeps chatting away merrily:]

Look, all the swords you could ask for. I'm not even sure where or when those ones over there could possibly be from. Axes too, and spears, whatever you'd like. I'm sure she even replaces the bows and arrows, despite her bias against weapons that need ammunition. But then again, you don't look like a fellow that cares about long-range weapons, so that shouldn't be a problem for you.

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Doing it close range is the best way. From the sights to the sounds -- getting to see it all happen before you as they choke on their own blood and vomit. Ain't nothing better.

[ There's a fondness in his voice. He grew up a killer. It's in his blood. It's what he knows. And he's not going to sugarcoat it for Sato. The man's old enough by now to have met killers. And if he hasn't, then, there's really no hope for him out there on this hunt.

Sandor picks up one of the biggest swords there. It's heavy, and yet he holds it like it's nothing, giving an experimental swing. ]

It isn't dull neither. Seems to be a good quality. The real test is how it cuts through bone.

[Sato says, still smiling away, clearly not put out in the least by the Hound's description. He'd be more modest in describing it, personally, but he knows that thrill all too well.]

I'm sure we'll get a chance to find out.

[Sato's in extremely good shape for his age, but even in his prime that would have been nothing compared to what Sandor could probably bench, judging from the ease with which he's swinging that sword around. This is exactly the way things should be going; making new and interesting comrades who have skills he doesn't.]

I can't say I disagree with you too much, you know. But then again, nobody's introduced you to guns yet, have they. I'd guess that wherever you're from probably won't see them in any form for at least a couple hundred years or so. Black powder, cannons, blunderbusses... any of these things sound familiar?

[ Unfortunately, the Westerosi world is completely lacking in gunpowder. 'Cannons' are typically catapults loaded with cannonballs. So he raises his brow and shakes his head. ]

I won't be seeing them at all if that's the case. I'm not exactly alive back home. One reason why I thought this place was hell. [ At least he doesn't think so. Arya said it already. He had died. ]

But I got no clue what you're talking about anyway. Can't see how black powder would be anything dangerous unless it's meant to choke like ash.

[ Finding the sheath to the sword he had picked up, Sandor slides it into the hilt and then straps it on. For good measure, he takes a couple of smaller knives and attaches them to his pant leg. ]

Ha ha, it's not like that. Black powder is a chemical mix, the predecessor to gunpowder. In my time, it's used to fire very small bits of metal very fast out of what we call 'guns' or 'firearms'. [He says, patting his pistol.] Much better than a bow and arrow. More effective, faster, lethal... and a lot more fun. But Rage hasn't given us anything more impressive to play with, and claims it makes killing too easy. I can't argue with that, but it's still a shame to not expose all the residents of the city to modern technology. I think the gods here are bigger fans of your time than mine.

[Sato chats, still smiling. He's got everything he needs, so when Sandor looks ready enough, that's his cue to start heading out for the cave systems at a fair pace; not rushed, but deliberate.]

It might not be hell, and I haven't seen any demons yet, but maybe we'll find one today if we're lucky. [Mind you, Sato is happily thinking about Doom, so they may not have exactly the same mental images going on here.]

What's the fun in doing it quickly? Some people deserve to suffer.

[ A lot of them deserve it. There are a whole lot of assholes in the world. His world, at least. But he can't picture any world where it isn't full of them. Some simply might be better at hiding them than others. Sandor does look at the pistol with curiosity. It is an intriguing thing to think of -- something more compact than what the archers use.

But he turns and lumbers out after Sato, following his lead toward the caves. ]

You have an odd idea of luck. [ Sandor's palm rests on the hilt of one of his swords, eyes following the scenery. ]

So this is what you do with your time here? Hunt and kill? [ It's better than what Sandor does. He's not judging. But more, he's curious. What the hell does this place have to offer? What do people do here besides become toys for these supposed gods? ]

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