<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Gregory Smith</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>9 (Smallclothes)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Farmhouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Courtney<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The look on her face when he asked his question was both amusing and confirming. To him, it was obvious that she'd said it in jest, but some of the others went along with it easily. Whether they were kidding or serious in their belief of this woman's pop stardom, their consistency admittedly caused him to question the possibility. He watched and waited patiently as she considered the name she would give him, or if she would bother to give a name at all. When she did, he smiled gratefully, and began to ponder if she'd known his. Everything had moved fast, and there were plenty of people around.<br/><br/>Her comment on heroism brought a quiet and short breath of laughter from his lips. He hadn't been called anything remotely like that in a long while. At least not seriously.<strong>"Well, I tried. Story of my life, really."</strong>He said, looking down pointedly at the bandages on his legs.<strong>"But shit, maybe that's what being a hero's all about. That'd be convenient, right?"</strong>His dark eyes met hers with an expression of reassurance.<strong>"Name's Greg Smith. Not sure if you caught it before, with all the Wonderland talk."</strong>His amusement was clear, but not intentionally mocking.<strong>"Formerly U.S Army. Currently...well, here's better."</strong>