>>6338808You still don't know what time it is exactly, but it doesn't look like you have more than five minutes to get down there before they depart. You frantically put on your clothes best suited for combat: basically repurposed fatigues from your year of civil service, including a military jacket with black undershirt, a pair of troop cargo pants and combat boots, your patrol cap... you almost forget to grab your sword.
You strain to get a look at your reflection in the chromed surface of the water heater, the closest thing you have to a mirror. It's embarrassing: you look like you're back in boot camp. You don't think this is how bounty hunters dress, but you don't really have a frame of reference. It'll have to do until you can afford something more sensible.
You clamber sonorously down the stairs--you've grown unaccustomed to your boots, and almost trip in them--before reaching the courtyard. The bounty hunters gathered here (presumably they are bounty hunters) are a varied bunch, but you don't have time focus on anyone in particular.
"Oh? Are you joining us?" The cat-girl chimes in. She's off to the side, presumably in charge of organizing this little field trip for newbies.
You wonder what exactly could've been her intentions, letting you know about this event roughly ten minutes before it was to begin. Was she screwing with you?
"We're operating with a buddy system here. All you beginners are supposed to pair up to prevent accidents. Well, at least that's what I recommend doing now. You missed most of the explanation, but I'll catch you up on the way there."
You look around the crowd of beginner bounty hunters and wonder if anyone's still missing a buddy at this point. You try to discern who's already paired up and who isn't. For now, you should try and find a partner who's...
>A guy>A girl>It doesn't matter; just find whoever looks trustworthy 