<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Brian-taylor-gunslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Jesse, the Summoned Dark.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The usual.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The RV camp.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Standing down.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Unknown strangers including Officers of The Law.<br/><hr/><br/>The dog decided not to take Jesse's advice and one of the strangers there turned out to be packing a mace, which was an odd thing for a girl to keep in her purse in his experience. He could most likely have shot both of them and asked questions later, but now was not perhaps the time for that sort of thing. Besides the dog was gone, but not before taking a chunk out of the girl. That was her problem though, not his. So he put the gun away, covering it with his coat. He turned away intent on following the dog and only the sound of sirens and a direct warning from an Officer of The Law caused him to pause. Again he could have just gone for his gun, but Officers of The Law were a fucking nuisance to lose in this day and age.<br/><br/>"I'm not armed. I'm just passin' by. I saw nothin' and I'm saying nothin'." He lied, making it absolutely clear that he had no intention of giving up the concealed weapon on his hip, or of co-operating with the Officers of The Law. Getting locked up wasn't something he needed, not with the sorts of questions it would throw up. Like how come your fingerprints were taken sixty years ago, but you don't look a day older than your mugshot? Those kinds of questions he could do without. So he was going to do his best to just walk away like nothing had happened.<br/>