The last piece of the puzzle [locked to Damien]

[onewho_willbe]

John walked into the Black Sheep for his meeting with Damien, looking around. He found himself missing Earhart's, the atmosphere there. This place was still so strange, and for him to have ground below his feet, not metal... Still, he was getting used to it

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[for_ireland]

Damien arrived a few minutes later, dressed as he usually was - in tweed, with a trench coat and an Irish walking hat. He looked around a moment, not sure of the appearance of the man he was due to meet.

The idea of joining a village guard made him, honestly, a bit uncomfortable. He had fought, he had the skills necessary to be a soldier. But in his heart, he was very far from being a killer. Still, if the village needed protecting, if the innocent needed him to be there for them again - he would be.

[onewho_willbe]

John was looking around for someone who would be looking for him. He was dressed out of uniform, a casual jacket over his shirt, and smart pants that were made from fabrics that weren't available here, however much they looked like they should be.

"Damien?" he asked the man who was glancing round the room. "I'm John Sheridan."

[for_ireland]

Damien nodded, stepping forward and offering his hand.

"Aye, Damien O'Donovan, sir."

After shaking his hand, he rather awkwardly put his hands in his trench coat, taking a quick visual survey of the room. It was something you learned as a guerilla fighter, always to know your surroundings and your exits, wherever you were.

"I...I suppose ye have questions for me, then?"

He was obviously uncomfortable being here.

[onewho_willbe]

John shook the offered hand with a smile. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, before gesturing to a seat.

"I'd like to know what you're used to with regards to fighting. I know you said you were used to fighting with small arms, but that could mean something different to what I'm used to, I've found."