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[Graded][D-Rank] Ivellios the Alchemist; Wind Wood
Topic Started: Mar 14 2012, 10:20 PM (2,861 Views)
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Sion remained submerged in deep slumber after the long, long day before today. Alcohol, mental strain, physical activity, and use of magic had left him totally KO'd last night. He had just stumbled into the nearest comfy seat he found and dozed off. Now asleep in Tormoru's house, he was awaiting a very strange wake-up... Mostly since he barely remembered anything from after entering the front door of her house... Except that something or someone had reminded him of his father.

His father. The man had haunted his dreams tonight. All kinds of faces haunted his dreams every night. It had been years since he had last slept without those apocalyptic, insane nightmares. But this night, his father had stood out... His mother too, but in lesser amounts. White hair just like his son, and eyes such a dark blue they were almost black. Eyes that seemed to stare directly down into your soul when he looked right at you. The darkness in those eyes had devoured Sion time after time in his dream...

But the nightmares were old news. He always had them and after a few years you get used to them, especially if what you meet when you're awake rivals your nightmares in madness. And what kind of life he was living. He had become strong enough to almost tear a person apart with bare hands, his magic had grown beyond his wildest imaginations, and he was part of one of the most powerful and notorious guilds in Fiore. And now he was snoring on a chair in his teammate's living room, shirtless, whilst she was in her underwear.

He opened his ruby red eyes with a low-pitched, sleepy groan. It took him a while to realize that this was, in fact, NOT his own living room. It wasn't the chair (he often fell asleep whilst reading books late at night) but it was mainly the fact that this place was... well, not a pigs' pen. There were no dozens of books strewn everywhere, no half-burned candles, no barely-worn shirts thrown in a corner. Well, there was one, his own bloodstained white shirt. He'd have to wash that out.

But when he turned his head towards the couch, he almost fell off the chair as he yelped loudly in surprise. He had not expected to see Tormoru there in... rather revealing underwear. Sion blushed and looked away, barely resisting the urge to take another glance. He wasn't used to waking up to scarcely clothed women, and the fact that this was, well, his teammate didn't help a lot. Then, he realized he remembered nothing from the moment he had gotten her home... She in her underwear, he shirtless... He attempted to put one and one together in a less... shameless way, but had they... had they... What in the world had happened?!
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A woman, a woman with glasses. That's what Tormoru had dreamed of, that and having her missing eye. Yet where was she, a simple box room, with a simple white bed and no window. A small sink was in the other corner, a mirror above it. What the hell was this, it looked like a prison cell but she'd never been in one in her life, or had she. Lately her memory had been, escaping her, probably because of the stress she had been under, missions this missions that. But this was definitely not a dream about her past, she was almost sure of that. However she might as well go along with it, dreams were usually fun, though this one had started off a bit strange. Her body walked forward, though Tormoru was not in control of it, sitting along for the ride she was astonished to see two different coloured eyes. A pair of amber eyes, something she found...interesting, quite interesting. Maybe she would have to get a pair of contacts when she got back, wait no, one contact. She would feel sad once she waked up. "Ah T-1.." Something mumbled behind her, the dream Tormoru turned swiftly around and her heart started racing. She recognised a voice that the real Tormoru didn't. This was a weird dream, one that felt as if it was a memory, but she knew that one, she hadn't seen the woman in front of her before and two, that it was probably some stupid ass side effect from the alcohol running through her veins.

This woman in front of her looked professional, a black cut bob, a black sophisticated pant suit and a crisp white shirt. Covering her eyes were a pair of sharp glasses, hiding them with a glare from the bright light of the room. That is when the dream stopped however, or at least that was all Tormoru could remember. Waking up she felt the harsh light of the morning, or afternoon she wasn't entirely sure, hit her eyes with a malicious purpose. Why did it have to be so bright, and why did her head have to hurt so so much. She knew the answer to this of course, just didn't want to admit that this was self induced and no one would feel pity for her. It hurt to move, the slightest movement causing her to nearly chuck up as if she was on a boat in stormy seas. Then another sensation came over her, well actually it was a breeze that had rolled over her skin. Her skin! She moved her arms to feel what was covered and what was not, yes, its what she had kind of feared, she was in her underwear. What had she done last night and why was she not in her own bed. Shit, maybe she had met a stranger on the way home and he stayed the night, only to disappear in the burning light of the morning. Though no heartbreak would be happening here, she'd been in this situation many a time and so it was best just to get refreshed and on with the day, well, on with some more sleep.

However she knew she wanted a shower, it usually helped with these hangovers, a nice cool shower to numb the pain. Bracing herself she sat up, her hair dropping down on her shoulders. The set of pinky purple underwear shifted slightly, yet thankfully everything was securely covered. Then came the fright of her life. There he was, the perverted bastard who was sat in a chair just staring at her. His shirt was gone, his cheeks a slight red shade. "AHHHHHHH!" She screamed, activating her Court's Chase spell. She knew where she would have put her weapons, teleporting there immediately. Grabbing them she teleported back downstairs, handgun in hand. Appearing before Sion she aimed the muzzle at the part of his anatomy which he may need if he ever wanted kids. Sure the sudden use of magic and jumping around caused her to nearly be sick but finding out what he did to her, what he did with her was her main priority. "Why the hell are you here, why are you shirtless, why am I nearly naked. WHAT DID YOU DO!" She screamed, the muzzle shaking like it had done back in the guild. It seemed she may have not been that stable and as her trigger finger accidently flexed, and her aim lowered she sent a bullet into the seat between his legs, narrowly missing the target she wanted. The shock and sound made her grown and stumble backwards, collapsing back onto the couch in a spiral of self pity.

She couldn't remember anything, and yet she knew she would remember sleeping with Sion, her partner in crime and her friend. She had fantasized on a lonely night before and liked what her mind had come up with. Sure they were friends but after she knew if she wanted him it wouldn't be too hard. Yet she felt slightly embarrassed that she may have done it last night, or worse, tried it on and him reject her. Oh crap, she wished she really could remember. Closing her eyes she pulled the throw that decorated the couch over her, wrapping it around her while she stood. Throwing the weapon onto the coffee table she turned to him, adamant that nothing had happened and that she may have just been uncomfortable in clothes. Placing a brave face on she turned to him. "Sorry bout your jiblets, I'm sure you would want to see my body some more but I'm not sure what you took a peek at last night, hopefully you didn't take advantage of me, I'd have to punish you if you had. Oh well, don't think anything happened, or at least if it did it was not memorable, so I'm off for a shower. You're free to make some food and I've got some man sized clothes in there, take your pick, unless you want to shower after me...but knowing a fancy boy like you you'll probably be a peeping tom so you might as well join me in there if that's the case. Anyway, do what you want here, I don't care." She said, indicating to the chest near the door full of men's clothes she had collected from her one night stands. As she tip toed up the stairs her face was full of red, she really did care, Sion was her team mate, hopefully he'd feel comfortable enough with her to stay. Plus she couldn't be bothered making breakfast.
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Sion yawned, still tired after the strange wakeup. He was feeling surprisingly fresh, though. He hardly had a hangover outside of a dry throat, and after recovering from the initial shock he closed his eyes and put his hands to his temples, trying to use his own magic to shake up his memories. Most of last night came floating to the surface, but he honestly didn't remember what had happened between him and Tormoru, if anything had happened at all. But, Sion was prepared for the worst... Woulda been one hell of a first time, drunk, tired, and with his teammate to boot. Again that thought, and his cheeks turned even more red.

He violently shook his head. He was not going to believe that until he knew totally sure, or until he actually got his memories back. Why couldn't he remember? Had he remembered something from his dark times? That was usually why he had memory loss if it had happened the night before. Luckily, that meant his memories would return within a short while... though it usually didn't come together with alcohol. Dammit, really, what had happened?!

Now he was really wondering though. He would never, NEVER take advantage of a drunk girl, and especially not a friend like Tormoru, but that was him sober... He did have a few drinks last night, but had it really been enough to change him to that level? As far as he knew, the reason he had taken Tormoru back to her home was the fact that she had fainted and he felt that, as a friend, it was his job to take care of her... But, he did have a strange feeling... As if something, an emotion he had long disposed of and forgotten, was trying to squirm out of the frost that surrounded his heart. 'Stop it...' he thought, no, pleaded to himself. 'Stop trying to free yourself... There's a reason I isolated you...'

Would that emotion free itself, Sion wouldn't know what to do. If he'd fall in love with Tormoru, or with another girl, he knew it would be just a matter of time before the last time repeated itself. "Dahlia..." he whispered. Even just saying the name made his heart ache. Dahlia was dead and gone, by his own hands, but not by his own will. Yet no matter how strong his will was he could not bring back the dead. Nothing could. Even after more than two years he felt like crying when thinking of her...

Yet he was immediately shook out of this trance when Tormoru awoke with a loud scream. He hadn't realized that as he fell into deep thought his eyes had simply drifted back to looking straight forward... at Tormoru. Shit. When she disappeared he knew that shit was seriously going to go down now. Still, he was sure she would listen to reason when she came down... Yet when she reappeared in front of him, aiming a seemingly loaded firearm at his privates, his confidence seemed to evaporate into thin air. She was shaky, and looked very, very angry. Or was it confusion he could read in her eye?

"Ah! Torm! C-Calm down!" he said, raising his hands as she started screaming at him. The gun was shaking, and the last time he had seen it like that, it had damn near taken him in the eye, and even then it had taken a part of his ear off. He had healed it... But he wondered if he would be able to heal that back to its original state if it was hit. But when she fired off the bullet he dodged as if by reflex, kicking himself off the ground as if to throw the seat backwards but instead jumping up, his hands catching the back of the heavy chair, and balancing himself with his feet up in the air.

His head was reddened both by strain and shock, and the thin yet powerful muscles in his arms were quite obvious through his skin as he held himself up. A handstand on a chair. He had done it before but never had he thought it would be a valid way of dodging. Balancing himself upside-down he looked at the seat and saw the hole the bullet had left, worryingly close to where the family jewels had been mere moments ago. "Ah, Torm, you scared the hell outta me!" he said, unable to look Tormoru in the eye because his back was turned to her.

With a grace that would make the Cirque du Soleil blush he vaulted off the chair and landed on his feet. He was definitely worthy of his current nickname, Rogue, and of his old one, Jester. But right now he had to find a way to calm the girl who had named him 'Fancy Boy' since day one, and one whose friendship he appreciated and he damn sure didn't want to lose. But when she turned to him, he suddenly realized he didn't need to. Apparently that incident a moment ago had brought her to her senses too.

Sion wondered what the neighbours thought, but as he listened to her words he couldn't help but laugh. Whereas her words were the regular flirty ones, he could see that she, too, wasn't entirely sure how to feel about last night. "Don't worry, Torm. Even though I don't really remember a lot myself, you trust me in the fact that I would never, and I mean never take advantage of a friend." he said, raising his hands and smiling a friendly smile.

When she walked up the stairs he dropped himself back in the chair, staring at the ceiling as he sighed deeply. Well, at least it hadn't been too awkward. That was what he liked about Tormoru, the fact that she was able to take action almost immediately, in whatever situation. He sighed again and heaved himself out of the chair, and walked over to the chest of clothes. He wondered how she had gotten them, but he wasn't feeling like giving it too much thought.

After picking out a simple set that fitted his usual style, he quickly got dressed, using his Torquenti Tactus as he was almost completely naked; it had the very useful effect of cleaning his entire body of filth and things that weren't supposed to be there, so he put the clothes on fresh and clean. He had nothing better to do, so he walked to the kitchen and started working on breakfast for him and Tormoru; it was the least he could do for letting him stay over, and whatever else had happened last night... He hoped that was very little.

After scouring the cupboards, he managed to find what he needed, and soon the kitchen and living room were filled with the smell of fried eggs, bacon, and everything needed for a good breakfast. He hoped his memories would return soon so he could set all of this straight... and he was really curious as to what had happened between them.
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Closing the bedroom door behind her the dark mage simply dropped her temporary cover, the throw hitting the ground a slight muffled thump. Locking the wooden door she made sure peeping tom Fancy Boy wouldn't get any ideas and walk in on her. Sure if she hadn't had a hammering hangover from the night before she'd be up for some rough play, but at the moment all her muscles were screaming out and she was delicate. Slowly walking to her window she drew the curtains, knowing the little shits that lived across the street watched her room religiously to catch a glimpse of a woman's body. Though even a look at her underwear would cause their blood to rush somewhere other than their brains. Violently shutting out the outside world, and the harsh sunlight she grabbed a white towel from her small stand outside the bathroom. Stepping into the tiled floor she was glad her sponsor had left her such a house, the underfloor heating meant the bare feet didn't recoil slightly in shock. Reaching past the glass screen of her large shower she gripped the metal knob furthest away from her. Turning it away from her body the water started to poor out, however its temperature was something that did not appeal to her as a few icy cold droplets escaped their kin and fell upon her body. Quickly going for the nearer knob, she turned up the temperature quickly to a luke warm heat, one that would sooth her throbbing head. Swiftly she removed her underwear, yearning to enter the water.

Stepping in and closing the glass screen behind her she felt the water flow over her skin, washing away last nights regrets and making her feel much much more alive. Wondering what her team mate was up to downstairs she wondered what he had picked from the chest, hopefully something that fitted him well, or at least showed a bit of skin. However recalling what she had stowed away in it she didn't think there would be any to her liking, probably a lot to his, after all she had, by accident kept a few expensive garments from her conquests. Sighing she grabbed the shampoo and ruffled it in her hair, lathering it until she was nearly drowning in it. Placing the purple mess under the water once again the white foam washed onto the floor and down the drain. Tormoru's face could hardly be seen. Washing her body next she was soon finished in the shower, shutting off the water that had been spurting from the metal head in the wall. As she heard a couple of the pipes of the home groan she opened the screen and felt the colder part of the room hit her. Causing one large shiver the purple haired woman grabbed her towel and wrapped it round her naked body.

Drip drying, the longer part of her hair simply stuck to her back. Walking back into her room the wet footprints started to fade slightly on the heated floor. She went to work with her womanly business, picking out a more casual outfit for today she wondered if she could swing a day with Sion, since he was here and all she might have been able to take him out in the daylight and they could even have fun. Ah, an idea came to mind, they were team mates right...so she wanted to do something as a team. Drying herself now with the towel she tied her hair into a ponytail again, this time slightly to the left and pretty loose. All the long hair draped over her left shoulder reaching past her chest. The shorter strands sat near her face, with a little frizz here and there. Opening a drawer she took out a rarely used clip she had bought a few months back. The pattern on it was simple, with three smooth gems set in silver and decreasing in size as the clip went from her front towards the back. Overall it was about six centimetres in length. Clipping her fringe to the side Tormoru looked more...kept as some people would put it. Now it was time to go downstairs and talk to Sion.

Descending her staircase the dark mage picked up the unmissable smell of breakfast. Sure at first it caused her to gag, not sure whether her body could take it. But as the smell kept ventilating from the kitchen she soon needed the food, soon craved it. Quickening her pace Sion may have been surprised, she looked more acceptable as a woman and less like a whore, either way she was confortable. Walking in she saw her friend still cooking, sneaking into her own kitchen she hopefully surprised him by clearing her voice. Standing there she smirked. "So, how do I look?" She asked, silently admiring his choice of clothes, it was well and truly...fancy. Sitting down on her wooden seat near the dining table she crossed her legs and simply waited for breakfast to be served, then she would give him her suggestion.

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Sion ran a hand through the mess of white hair on his head. Sure, he kept it at an average length, but usually he had it tied back in a short ponytail. However the ribbon he so often used to keep it there had mysteriously disappeared, so he had no choice but to just let it hang around his ears and in his neck, thoug some bangs didn't lie down quite as well, giving it a slightly more messy look. Luckily for him, it looked just as good, if not better than the usual style.

He yawned as he continued to work on their breakfast, brewing a jugful of coffee, and took a deep breath as the penetrant smell mixed with the smells of bacon and eggs. The smell of a good breakfast, perhaps the best method against a hangover, or so he had found out a few years ago. Sion himself wasn't feeling too bad, but for Tormoru that was a whole different story. Plus, it was bacon. What more do I need to say?

Then suddenly a memory sprang to mind; a scarcely clothed Tormoru, gracefully dancing around him... He suddenly found himself blushing, and tried to focus on the memory... Both because of curiosity to what happened, and because, well, if he'd say that the thought of a half-naked Tormoru was an unpleasant sight, he'd be lying. But, nothing more came, and he could see it time after time again, that drunken sultry grin on her face. He blushed more brightly, the redness obvious against his pale skin, and tried to shake the memory away. How in the world was he going to explain this to Tormoru? "Hell take me..." he groaned.

The sound of her voice behind him was indeed a surprise, and it almost made him jump. Instead he managed to keep his composure and turned around with a calm smile, though the fading redness on his cheeks was still more than visible to Tormoru. "Oh, umm, hello, Torm." he greeted her, slightly awkwardly as the blush finally fully faded from his face and he managed to work the memory out of his mind's eye.

When she asked him how she looked, he cocked his head to the side slightly and studied her choice of clothing, his eyes subconsciously resting on her chest a liiittle longer than they should have, and immediately snapping away the moment he realized it. He liked her choice for today, though it was a bit different from her style during... Well, the only two occasions they had met. He suddenly felt strangely bad about that. Tormoru was his teammate and friend, so he felt obliged to spend more time with her. For a moment he wanted to hit himself for practically ignoring his guild and just continuing to travel Fiore even after he had joined Tartaros.

"You look fantastic!" he said with a smile, the compliment being fully genuine. He wasn't a person for false flatteries and ego-stroking. "Now, I know it might be a lot for you to handle -you're probably not feeling too well, since I do quite remember how drunk you were-," He grinned. "but, well, I can either give you the whole scientific jibber-jabber about toxins and ethanol and methanol and the liver, et cetera, or I can just ask you to believe me when I say that there's no better fix for a hangover than a good breakfast. You'll see."

He hummed a tune as he brought two plates, eggs, bacon, and a slice of bread on each, and walked back to get the coffee, the milk, the sugar, and the salt, the latter for with the eggs. It took him a few moments to find the last three -he had a good memory but he couldn't remember every last detail after just one glance at the cupboard- but then walked back into the room. With a content sigh he sat down on the wooden chair opposite to Tormoru, sipping the bitter coffee without milk or sugar, or waiting for it to cool down. Thanks to his magic, he didn't need to.

"Now, I'll get right to business..." he said, still not entirely sure what to say. "I did remember, well, something, but I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing." He stayed silent for a second before he continued. "Heh, well, all I have to say is that you're not a bad dancer." he said, grinning though with a slight hint of red on his cheeks again. He was curious as to what her reaction would be to that.
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Tormoru couldn't help but to blush slightly as he expressed some care for her, they had really gotten a bit closer lately. The blushing woman soon became a wide eyed girl as he set down the beast of a breakfast in front of her. Mouth watering she felt a little bit of drool escape causing her to suddenly look to the floor and wipe her mouth. How embarrassing she was being, but the wafting smell and perfect image of a greasy, no good breakfast was what she needed to forget the self inflicted illness she had developed. Picking up her knife and fork she looked to Sion, smiled, and simply said thank you before starting. First was the bacon, she quickly snipped the small bits of fat that had crept on, she wasn't fond of the chewy consistency.

Tucking into the rest of the crispy bacon, taking bits of egg and bread to make a small combo the purple haired mage was in heaven, she had not had a breakfast like this in ages, and he even made coffee, which she was soon sipping quickly. Glancing up she saw him drink it with ease, with no additions it must have been bitter but knowing Sion it was how he liked it. Taking another mouthful of the coffee she nearly spat it out again when fancy boy disclosed what he remembered. She danced...she danced! She normally only danced when a mission needed it or when having private time with someone, oh crap did she try to sleep with Sion...embarrassing, because she knew he didn't, which made her feel slightly sad and un wanted. Pushing the thought aside as she knew how intoxicated she had been she placed down her cutlery and cleared her throat.

"Sion?" Tormoru started in a meek manner, "I-I want to ask you something...". This was probably the only time Sion would see Tormoru remotely shy. Fidgeting slightly she shifted her jacket slightly before buttoning it up. The dark mage didn't make any eye contact with her partner, well that was true until she manned up and actually asked. "I want to do your final D rank mission with you, I want to support you to become stronger!" She blurted out suddenly, breathing slightly more heavily after running out of breath.
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Sion found himself chuckling slightly after he told Tormoru what he remembered. He hadn't expected her to look this flustered. If he wasn't seeing it right now he would've never even been able to imagine Tormoru looking shy or flustered or without words in any way. The few times he had actually spent some time with her she had always been so sure of herself, always having a quick response ready for whatever was thrown her way. Still, she was only human. After seeing him murder more than two dozen men in one night he doubted she had at first been able to see him as a young man possessing some level of gallantry and etiquette, plus just a rather nice fellow to hang out with. Though it had been his darker side that had done most of the talking and fighting during that first night. Ah, he still remembered how the moonlight reflected off the small puddles... And what a beautiful color they had turned after he sliced a man's throat open, spilling his blood into those clear waters.

It was one thing that sometimes even slightly disturbed Sion himself; his ability to find an eerie beauty in all things horrendous, dark, and above all, bloody. He had once had a rather heavy fit of insanity where his darker side had referred to his killing and blood-spilling as 'art', the blood as his 'paint' and his sword as his 'brush'. The world had been his canvas that night, and he had painted it every possible hue of red. An artwork worthy of praise, really, if you showed it to the right people. Sadly most people were not the right people. He wondered if Tormoru was.

His eyes glimmered with mirth when Tormoru said his name in what had to be the most surprisingly un-Tormoru-like tone. A smile slowly crept along his face, and he quietly waited for her to finish her sentence, not urging her on in the slowly passing seconds that she fumbled with her shirt. And when she finally blurted it all out, Sion couldn't help but laugh. It was in no way a mocking laugh, not meant to offend his teammate in any way. He had half-expected some sort of confession, judging from her tone and the way she looked and fidgeted around with her things. "I-I'm sorry, Tormoru... Hehe... I'm not mocking you, quite the opposite. I'm thankful, really, thankful that you wish to help me. But hey, you're my teammate, my friend, and after tonight maybe something more, eh?" The last part had been a joke, and he prayed to the gods she realized that. "I was just finding it strangely funny how you made such a big deal about the question! But in all seriousness, Tormoru, I'd be more than glad to do my fourth mission with you." he said, reaching a hand across the table to kind of seal the deal. He was still having problems holding back some slight sniggering. Had that really been the same girl who had tried to blow his 'nads off and then walked off with a flirt, just a short while ago?
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Hearing Sion's little chuckle something happened in Tormoru. Her face may have been slightly red from nerves and embarrassment before but now her whole face burst into a tomato red. It rose from the bottom upwards, like a boiling kettle and as her face contorted in anger it was surprising that steam didn't shoot out of her ears. She tried to be nice, it was something she rarely was towards even people she called friends. However now she was trying to be sincere to one of her closest and he throws it back by laughing in her face! Angrily she suddenly stood up, causing the wooden chair she was on to screech across her tiled kitchen floor. The violent movement caused the seat to fall to the floor.

Tormoru then slammed her hands on the table, causing her plate to rattle with the cutlery. She was not hungry anymore, nor could she care about the headache she had. All her energy was focused towards the anger aimed at Fancy Boy. A second past as she stared at him with her one eye until she brought herself to speak. "I hate you! I really do hate you! I try to be the little bit nice to you and wanting to actually be a team with you but all you can do is laugh at me. Well, that's that! I'm not...I'm not..." Tormoru stammered as she tried to think of a punishment that would involve him killing her in defence, "I'm not going to do this forth mission now, go and do a mission with Obermoron, or Blondy NOT ME!"

Storming out of the kitchen she jumped over the back of her sofa and sat up straight, crossing her arms and sighing loudly like a spoilt child. Pursing her lips she waited for him to react, her heart, the one made of ice, would break if he chose to go on his last mission without her. But he would have to agree to her terms if he did apologize and take her on it. Trying to think of some of these she sat there for a while, wanting Fancy boy to be all fancy and actually say sorry!
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Sion's eyes widened when Tormoru suddenly stood up and started shouting at him. Perhaps he should have been a bit... nicer about it. He hadn't meant to be offensive, but just because he didn't mean it that way wasn't a safeguard for Tormoru taking it the wrong way. Instead he just looked dumbstruck and with wide eyes as she walked out of the kitchen, obviously fuming with rage. He didn't know who Obermoron was, but whomever he was, neither him or Sinjin seemed like a choice to do a mission with; Tormoru was his teammate, and he'd be damned if he would forget that again. He was going to do this mission with her -once he set his mind to something, Sion wouldn't budge- but now he had pissed her off.

He just sighed and rested his face in his hands. "Women." he heard, a quiet, familiar voice. It wasn't loud enough for Tormoru to hear the exact word, but she would hear the slightly different voice, like Sion's, but a bit higher, raspy. "Well look who shows his face again." Sion growled. He wasn't in the mood to 'play' with Scourge right now. "This honestly isn't the time." he grumbled. "Hmpf. Why are you so attached to the girl? Plenty of fish in the sea. This isn't like you. The only person you ever gave a flying fig about is that Noel kid." Scourge said, black wisps of shadow taking form in front of Sion's eyes, an intangible mass of writhing black sitting on the other side of the table, nonchalantly leaning on his left elbow. To Tormoru he would be invisible, but to Sion he was clear as daylight. "Because she's my teammate and my friend. And you forgot Dahlia, whom you killed." he snarled, his voice venomous. The shadow shrugged again. "Tough luck." was all he said. After that, they both lapsed into silence again, Sion angrily staring into the violet orbs that formed the shadow's eyes.

"But really, why not just walk out? You've betrayed friends before. Hell, with every breath you take as a Tartaros member you betray Noel." the shadow continued, louder this time. Loud enough for Tormoru to hear. Sion laid his hands on the table, staring down at his own feet. "I... I became a Tartaros member because they were the only place I could run to. Because they were the only ones who would accept me. I'm not rich enough for Raven Tail. I'm not... not fanatical enough for Grimoire Heart. All I have is strength. What did I have left but the great dark guild, named after the gates of hell themselves, Tartaros? Where was I supposed to run? Now, I found comrades here. Friends." This time it was Sion who got up swiftly. He slammed his hands down on the table hard enough for creaking noises to escape the tough wood, but not to damage or break it. "And I am not going to give that up! Not again! You took my love from me, took my family from me, took my whole life from me! And even if you are a traitorous bastard, I refuse to be like YOU! Tormoru is my friend and I refuse to turn my back on her!"

Scourge didn't have a face in this form but Sion could feel him smirking. With anger blazing in his heart, he emerged into the living room. The air seemed to shimmer around him, like he was truly aflame, his magical presence flaring and taking a form according to his emotions. That was one thing about his magic; for one who was so good at hiding emotions, his magic often betrayed him, even if he could keep himself under control, unlike a few moments ago. With closed eyes he dropped himself in a living room chair, leaning forwards and putting his face in his hands again. He was silent for about a minute, the shimmering around him slowly subsiding as he repressed his anger. "I'm sorry you had to hear that. And I'm also sorry for laughing at you." he finally said, his voice coarse as gravel from the shouting from just before. Again he was silent for a short while, until he looked up, his red eyes meeting hers, filled with mixed emotions, sadness, anger, regret. "Tormoru, I didn't mean to be offensive. Really. I'm honestly happy that you want to do this mission with me. Again, I'm sorry."
Edited by Zen, Apr 9 2012, 02:53 PM.
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Her small outburst had brought out the reaction she wanted, yes, that was what she wanted, an apology. But you had to be clinically insane if you thought she would show Sion that her anger was appeased. Thankfully he had said he'd do a mission with her and she had previously picked a few options before her night had caused her to become very intoxicated. Having already retrieved them from last nights closed she had stored them within her bra. Striking a cold glare at her partner she pulled her gaze from Fancy boy and scoffed. "Well whatever, its not like I really care about you saying sorry or anything, some of us aren't as rude as you Fancy Boy and can actually see when they're being nice." She lied, worrying whether it had been convincing or not. Standing up calmly she patted down her jeans and walked back round the sofa.

"I suppose I can forgive your arrogance, and the weird talking to yourself bit but I kind of got used to that from being around you. I do want to ask one thing however, maybe we can talk about your past on this mission, get to know each other to further our...partnership..." She continued, stepping around her friend in her usual flirty manner. A rustle of paper meant that she produced three potential jobs for them. Presenting them as she turned on her heel and sat on the back of the couch she fanned them out. Smiling she pushed them forward to make Sion take them from her. Once he did she would simply fall backwards, twisting so she would end up lying the length of her furniture.

"Personally I'd prefer to do the first one, we have to go to Magnolia and I want to go to the market there after we do this mission, but pick whichever one your highness wants. Fancy boy probably always has to get his way right?" She joked, her taunting streak emerging again, seemingly ridding any thought of some sort of deep connection between the two. She was going to make Sion work to make up for his behaviour, after all dogs that aren't trained are nothing but harassments. Closing her eyes she smiled, hopefully they'd pick the same one, a nice little walk in the forest, alone, and without much to do but talk and find something or someone. She hadn't really read the Wind Wood mission, more scanned it with a bottle of wine in her hands. Chuckling quietly she opened her eyes and sat up, looking at Sion with her angry mask on. "Come on, we haven't got all day before you go off and disappear again!" She said abruptly.
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