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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 5 2014, 10:51 AM Post #21 |
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Stay the course.
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A pleasant chill crept up the man's exposed, well-toned back as the woman with the fiery hair approached closer and closer. Before he knew it, he found her leaning incredibly closely with little distance between the two. Before, when he teased her of smelling strongly of perfume due to his innately powerful sense of smell. It wasn't terrible by any means, but now that he found her sitting so closely, near enough for her locks of crimson hair to come falling over his shoulder, the man couldn't help but notice how much more alluring her natural odor was over the scent of perfume. Artorius couldn't help but notice the way that the woman meticulously wrapped the bandages around his waist was done with a great deal of care, almost as if she were enjoying it, particularly the way she wrapped it around and trailed the bandage down lower than truly necessary. But, there were no complaints from the man, not even an utterance but his lips slowly crept and curled into an irresistible smirk. It appeared that the thin ice the two had been walking had already been broken long ago, they just didn't know it til now. What was once a game was, still arguably a game perhaps, but the exact specifics on it blurred intensely as his vision simultaneously did the same due to the alcohol. Liquor offers no clarity except for one thing only. Artorius couldn't help but feel like a mere plaything at the woman's touch. Like a trapped rat being toyed with by a coy alley cat. Yet, the line between predator and prey soon blurred. This proved especially so when, after his bandages were all done, he turned his head towards her. His chocolate-brown eyes formed into a piercing stare. Suddenly, he firmly put his hands onto her shoulders, pushing her down onto the mattress. The look of amusement and smug wit had long washed off of the man's face, replaced with a more serious expression. He knew what he wanted. "I can't play this game forever. Let's cut to the chase," he raspily whispered. Though, as he hovered over her, Artorius quickly found himself being rolled over and laying on his back. Like an agile cat, the woman had rolled him over in an impressive display of finesse. His lips curled into a grin. "You're right. I do need to worry about myself a bit," he whispered in a low, husky voice. Artorius woke in a blur, his clothes thrown careless every which direction in a haze. Sitting up, Artorius rubbed his temples after tossing the sheets off of himself. In his current situation, the man didn't know what to think. He didn't know if what had transpired hours ago was the right decision, or if it was a smart decision. Artorius had always been the sort to run with things as they went, double that if red-heads and alcohol are involved. Wobbling towards the rocking chair which sat beside the nightstand, Artorius lazily lit a cigarette with a flick of a lighter. Right now, Artorius didn't know what to think, besides the fact that he was content with watching her sleep. |
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| Lightning | Jan 6 2014, 07:28 AM Post #22 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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You know that feeling that you get when someone is watching you? What about when you are sleeping and you get that same kind of feeling? Does it spur you to wake up? Yeah, that was pretty much what had happened to Artesia as Artorius glanced her way and with a groggy and yet quiet groan Artesia rolled over in the soft covers of the bed which she had claimed for her slumber. She knew where she was immediately despite the unfamiliar surroundings so she wasn't concerned about that, what she did have thoughts about was the fact she could see the shirt she'd borrowed from Artorius for the night strewn across the floor several metres away. With a quick glance down to her body in the sheets -that required no more than a flicker of her eyes- she quickly confirmed that she was indeed as naked as the day she'd been born and a single thought crossed her mind. Was that such a good idea? It was kind of too late to worry about whether or not she should have done what she did with Artorius given the fact that neither of them were time travel mages but there was always going to be a moment of reflection upon it. Thankfully Artesia had always been the kind of woman who would roll with whatever came her way and was actually known as being the kind of person that you just couldn't keep down, it wasn't like she was going to let something like this become a huge problem. They were both mature and consenting adults so why should it matter that they slept together? She was fine with working with the man to avoid potential death at the hands of the death squad that was after them so she had to figure that he was too. Still, why did it feel a little..... awkward? As she lay there thinking about it all and deciding that she wasn't going to let what happened become a mark on their 'professional' relationship Artesia could tell that Artorius was awake and behind her for the sound of the rocking chair and the smell of the cigarette he had alight gave it away. Well, that and the fact no one else would have been there in the chair. She took a moment and a deep breath as she closed her eyes and with an exhale she moved with determination towards the edge of the bed under the sheets, "I know a guy that I figure should know about the Eagle's Nest thing." She said without so much as a glance back at Artorius and while slipping her feet out to the ground at the edge of the bed. Reaching down to the floor she let the sheet which had been covering her fall down exposing her back to the man as she picked up the boxers that were luckily close at hand. "Been a while since I saw him last but it shouldn't be a problem." Artesia slid the boxers up and onto herself while using the bit of cover the sheet that was bundled around her gave her. "I presume you don't have any objections?" She stood as she spoke the one question she posed to Artorius but due to the angle the man was looking at her from he could see nothing more than her naked back. Artesia wasn't really keen on going to visit the man in question given the somewhat complicated circumstances which had kept her away from him but she couldn't very well ask Artorius to involve another one of his contacts, not when Jean had died the way he had. Besides, this man wouldn't be in danger for helping them and she supposed she couldn't avoid seeing him again forever. Artesia walked towards the shirt which had been evidently tossed several metres from the bed and as she bent over to pick it up she couldn't help but break into a small smirk, if she threw it that far then she had to have been having fun. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 6 2014, 07:59 AM Post #23 |
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Stay the course.
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There was an air of awkwardness between the two of them that Artorius couldn't even comprehend. It was nothing like the strange feeling that he had felt before when he had to leave in a hurry after doing the deed, or the same applying to the woman. It was simply a short sensation that feeling, but there was something unmistakably different here. Perhaps it was because he could actually stomach being around Artesia for longer than five minutes without booze in his gut. He enjoyed her company, and he didn't necessarily need to be naked and sweaty to enjoy it. It was complicated, but right now he chose to avoid thinking about it, and frankly he was a bit glad that Artesia did the same. They acknowledged what they had done, that much was obvious as Artesia got out of bed. But, that didn't mean that they had to make a big deal out of it, which was probably for the best for now. At the very least, that's what Artorius was telling and convincing himself. But, he knew that if he thought about it he wouldn't be able to figure out an answer anyway. After the two exchanged an awkward greeting, Artesia broke the silence with some talk about business. After earlier, Artorius had almost forgotten that their lives were still in some imminent danger. Oh yeah, that's a thing, Artorius begrudgingly thought to himself with a groan as he took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out onto the ash tray. "Yeah, that'll be fine. Just give me a bit to wake and freshen up and I'll be good to go," Artorius replied as he pushed himself back up. The man couldn't help but watch as Artesia moved to pick up some of the borrowed clothing to the point where the man couldn't help but bite his lip alluringly while wishing to whatever gods existed above and below his current position could extend a couple hours of time to kill for him. But, sadly such a thing wasn't allowable in their current predicament. Shaking those thoughts which were vehemently clouding his fragile little mind, Artorius stumbled over towards the sink in the room and scrubbed his face and wiped himself off with a warm damp towel. He couldn't be asked to shower right now, he just needed to wipe off the smell of sweat and other things. Though, he quickly applied a bit of deodorant to help that out. It's not like his natural body odor was terrible by any means, at least one other person in the world liked it after all. Though, it was masked by the scent of smoke a bit. At any rate, after freshening up and brushing his teeth with the rest of his bottle of whiskey, and then actually brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink, Artorius climbed into a pair of pants and got himself into a simple t-shirt before putting one of his trademark hoodies on. Buckling on his belt, Artorius attached his usual gear onto his belt and back, as well as the various pockets on his pants and his unseen blade on his arm. Feeling refreshed and lively, Artorius leaned against the doorway leading to the outside as he waited for Artesia. Once she finished getting ready, the man glanced to her. "Ready to go?" |
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| Lightning | Jan 6 2014, 08:39 AM Post #24 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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The pair took turns in using the bathroom to freshen up and get themselves ready to go and while Artorius used it Artesia found herself scavenging for food in the kitchen. Even though she'd only eaten a matter of a handful of hours ago the woman found herself feeling rather famished, this was a usual and /or daily thing for the woman however not quite to the extent of what she was feeling, the extra hunger was because of something else, something else that always made her particularly hungry afterwards. She was content to much on the things she could easily grab from the fridge as well as the leftover fried rice from their last meal and in much the same time that Artorius finished in the bathroom she finished in the kitchen. Unlike Artorius Artesia didn't have the luxury of just throwing on clothes, washing her face, putting on deodorant and brushing her hair... oh wait yes she did. It took Artesia but a few minutes longer than it took Artorius to do everything the same that he had but as she thought of brushing her teeth a problem arose, there was no way in the depths of hell that she was going to be using someone else's toothbrush. You might think that stupid given that she'd obviously been lip locking with Artorius earlier but you know what, you can just go sit in the corner because no one wants to hear what you think. Luckily though as she opened the medicine cabinet which doubled as a mirror she found herself presented with several unopened toothbrushes to choose from along with some other items which won't be detailed here. With her hair fixed and her teeth sparkling clean and breath equally as fresh she walked out of the bathroom with her usual attire donned once more to see a waiting Artorius who seemed full of life and zest, "Ready as I'll ever be." The pair travelled towards the west side of the sector being lead by Artesia and after following a river for roughly fifteen or so minutes the pair arrived at their destination. The district was one of a rustic nature even when compared to the rest of Dandelion Sector and the closer they grew to the place in question the louder the sounds of metalwork became. Artesia hadn't said anything about the man she was taking Artorius to see being a blacksmith but as they neared his workshop and home it wouldn't take the man much to make the educated guess. Artesia took the lead of the pair as she made a beeline for a particularly large blacksmith forge and it was because she could see the man she wanted outside that she had, she wanted to be the first one that he saw and to get a moment or two with him before Artorius came into the mixture. He had known her father since before she was born and so he tended to view her as family, family which he could be overwhelming protective of. "Working hard or hardly working?" Artesia said as she approached the behemoth of a man who was standing over an anvil hammering away at a piece of metal. The instant he heard her voice the bear of a man snapped his head up and as if seeing a beacon of joy he practically gleamed from ear to ear, "If it isn't little Tia!" He said while practically dropping the work he was doing to rush over to her and give her an unwanted bear hug. The hug itself looked much like a bear mauling the woman for as he neared closer to Artesia the difference in size became even more apparent and as he lifted her up into the air with his mammoth arms only to squeeze her so much she winced his strength was made evident. "Who would have thought I'd see you here today!" The man placed Artesia back down on the ground gently and as he did the woman did her best not to show signs of the winding she'd just experienced. "I recalled you like surprises." With a hearty laugh to the line the blacksmith caught sight of Artorius behind Artesia and locking onto him with eyes like heat seeking missiles his expression and tone changed, "And who do you have here Tia?" It was unusual for the woman to be there with anyone other than her father and for some reason he felt his overprotective senses kick in. Edited by Lightning, Jan 6 2014, 08:59 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 6 2014, 08:56 AM Post #25 |
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Stay the course.
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After traveling across the Southrift River which split the notorious Dandelion Sector in half, doing this by crossing the southern most bridge, the pair of thieves headed towards the smaller river which was situated towards the southwestern side of the city. Artorius couldn't help but wonder where they were heading but as they began to near their destination, making a neat little beeline as they meandered towards it, the man figured that they were heading towards one of the Blacksmiths in the Craftsman's Square. It was here in this area that numerous craftsmen made their living, using the resources of the river and the plethora of natural iron and coal to do so. Artorius respected this place because it took a lot of time and effort to hone one's craft. Artorius' craft and career was nowhere near legitimate and he wasn't intending on echoing the two as they had vast differences, but he always respected blacksmithing as an art and craft. The way that a smith toiled over anvil and forge, bending steel to their will with the power of earth, fire, water, and air was impressive. Even though smithing was naturally more inclined to scientific properties over magic, though the two often intersected, there was an air of mysticism and spirituality with the forging of weapons. Artorius couldn't help but wonder the exact nature of the weapons he wielded, particularly either of the two daggers he kept buckled and sheathed at his side, and especially the sword that he kept on his back. As the two entered the building, the man was greeted with a buffetting barrage of warm air courtesy of the hot forge. He could hear the loud echoing sound of a mallet striking steel bouncing off of the building. As they approached, Artorius was a bit surprised to see a hulking behemoth of a man pulling Artesia in for a hug. Based on the circumstances, he figured him to be some sort of fatherly figure, perhaps a family friend or something of that sort, maybe even a relative of the sort, though they did look nothing alike. Artorius stood in the corner observing the scene that played before him, at least until the brute of a blacksmith approached with his eyes narrowed and cast in a rather piercing thousand-yard stare. "Artorius. Artorius Sidonis, sir," the man spoke, finding himself unconsciously appending the address of 'sir' to the end as he extended out a hand for a shake. Raising an eyebrow, the man clasped hands with Artorius quite tightly, squeezing Artorius' hand with force which prompted the thief to do his very best not to wince, and especially not to stumble when the blacksmith patted him on the shoulder with a bit of weight behind it. "Strong man, the tough sort I see," the blacksmith spoke before he turned back towards Artesia. Artorius couldn't help but feel as though he were being tested, or at least sized up to see if he was 'good enough', whatever that meant. Edited by Mazohyst, Jan 6 2014, 08:59 AM.
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| Lightning | Jan 6 2014, 09:20 AM Post #26 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Artesia wanted to bang her head against the nearest solid object as she watched the man sizing Artorius up like a father would to his daughters potential prom date but she refrained for the sake of moving things along. "I'd say we're here on a social visit Fergus but I'd be lying." She stated matter of factly while moving towards the blacksmith forge itself to bring their conversation under cover, she wasn't thinking that there were eyes on them so soon but she didn't exactly want to be standing out in the middle of the open for too long tempting the eyes of people around them to take notice of their appearances either. The behemoth of a man seemed somewhat worried by the news he heard from Artesia and much like a loyal dog he turned and lumbered after her, "I don't like the sound of that but I figured since your father isn't here that this wasn't for fun." Unaware of the situation with Artesia's father Fergus stepped right onto a live landmine with those words but due to the fact that both he and Artorius were behind her as she walked neither of them would see how her expression changed. Artesia didn't say a word in response to what he'd said but Fergus couldn't exactly fault her for it, it wasn't like he'd asked her anything, which he soon changed. "So where is the old man anyway? He's not tryin to skip on that bet he lost is he, old scoundrel." Artesia knew exactly which bet the man was referring to and as she recalled the laughter and fun times they had all shared on her last visit to Fiore in which it had been made she felt a pang hit her heart. Damn, she thought she'd dealt with it all, she'd spent her time grieving and now was not the time to be feeling. Fergus was happy and as she looked to his smile and listened to his hearty laughter Artesia could feel the heavy weight of what she had to tell him bearing down upon her shoulders like a tonne of bricks, so much so that it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. She had to say something, she had to get it over and done with, before she wound up being crushed under the weight of it all. Fergus noticed the strange air coming from Artesia as she walked along in front of him towards his table but before he could ask or even think as to what could have been the cause he found himself blindsided, "He's dead." The news struck the man so hard that he stopped dead in his tracks -so much so that Artorius who was behind him would have to do his best not to run into his large and unmoving figure-. His expression drained of all colour and the eyes which had gleamed so heartily and the lips which has been smiling so honestly lost it all, the man had been like his brother and to hear he was dead out of the blue was as hard as you could have imagined. Slowly he staggered over to the table and took a seat and with his eyes clearly not focusing on anything in particular he struggled to take it all in, "Strewth, how in the blazing hell did that happen?" Artesia had taken a seat at the table and as she sat across from Fergus she could do little but avoid looking at his heartbroken expression straight on, "He was bitten by a rat." The term she used was obviously not one meant to be taken literally, her father hadn't actually died from being bitten by a rat nor from the disease it might have carried, he'd been betrayed and backstabbed so to speak and that was what the line meant when you dug deeper. She knew that Fergus would know the expression but whether or not Artorius would have figured it out she did not know and frankly she didn't even think about, her mind had enough going on at the given time. Fergus covered his face with one of his mammoth sized hands as he sighed and as he lowered it he looked at Tia as if he were looking at the same young girl he still occasionally treated her as, "Bloody Hell, to go down like that... Sorry Tia, I know how close you and your brother were to your old man." Not only did he know that but he also knew just how despite seemingly fine and appearing tough she would have had a wound she was hiding, a wound deep down that couldn't be seen but could most definitely be felt. For the duration of the conversation in which the news of Artesia's father had been shared Artorius hadn't been forgotten about but he had been left on the sidelines, surely enough though he would understand why. "There's some drink in the fridge, fetch some wontcha lad." Fergus motioned to Artorius, "I don't care what time it is, I could use a stiff drink." When Artorius joined the pair at the tables with whatever drinks he retrieved for them Fergus remembered what Artesia had said earlier about it not being a visit just for a social reason, "Does what happened to your father bring you here today Tia or is there another reason you've brought this one here to see me?" Edited by Lightning, Jan 6 2014, 09:20 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 6 2014, 09:44 AM Post #27 |
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Stay the course.
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Artorius didn't mean to intrude so he let the two have their little reunion in privacy. Though, he could tell based on the way that Artesia carried herself, but also through her tone of voice that something was amiss here. Artorius half-listened, but this definitely was not the sort of conversation that he could just casually bump into on a whim. No, there was something serious here, and Artorius could feel it in the tenseness of the air, which made even the warmth from the forge feel stale and cold momentarily. As they entered Fergus' home Artorius kept in the shadows, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed behind his back, doing his best to mind his own business. Though, it's not like he couldn't hear everything because he could, he just chose not to butt his nose into it because, as far as he was concerned, this moment was between Artesia and the blacksmith. Nevertheless, Artorius did expect something like this to drag Artesia into Fiore. It was doubtable that she was here entirely for pleasure. Besides that, when they entered the blacksmith's place in the first place she had a modicum of apprehensiveness cast across her face, as if she didn't want to be here, at least not on these terms. But, to have it be for that reason, Artorius didn't necessarily expect that. That was perhaps due to the fact that she carried that burden, specifically meaning that Artesia seemed to be handle it well, at least on the surface. Surely though, that must be a wound that strikes harder than it seems. On one hand, Artorius could relate to Artesia as he had last a lot of friends in the past. Some had died tragically, some died for absolutely nothing at all, others went missing, and others got kidnapped or arrested. This career path isn't exactly the most considerate in terms of keeping friends around after all. On the other hand though, Artorius couldn't relate at all. He had no idea what it was like to have a close-knit family for such a long period of time. Artorius had friends, and maybe he had father-figures, but never any close enough to his heart that he would ever actually consider them a father. They were mentors or teachers, or simply a force of authority that he often rebelled against, but nobody had really brought him off the streets and raised him like a son, they only gave him tools and abilities, skills that he needed, and little more than that. Rarely had he experienced true loving care from someone that he could consider a parent. The closest thing that Artorius had like that was Mokalure, but he sincerely doubted she would go dying on him any time soon due to who, or rather what she truly was. At the same time, Artorius couldn't help but feel an unnerving chill crawl up his spine as Artesia elaborated how her father died, but also how Fergus reacted. The man couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest at the thought of it. Artorius had been betrayed, countless times, and once or twice he had done the betraying, but never to the point of being directly responsible for somebody's death. Not only that, but the man couldn't help but feel a sense of morbid curiosity. Specifically, he began to wonder if people would react to his death, even if it was a death by betrayal, would feel grief or shock. How many people did Artorius keep close to him like that? How many would actually feel sorrow if he died? It was a grim thought, but deep down, Artorius knew that list was few and far in between. Nevertheless, Fergus instructing him to bring some drinks was a good distraction. Sifting through a cabinet, Artorius placed a tall bottle of whiskey onto the table before joining them at the table. "It's a long story so I'll keep it as brief as I can," Artorius said to the man as he unscrewed the bottle for him. "A group of individuals has been targetting us. We didn't know each other until then, but our goals inevitably intertwined. Both of us knew we can't run from them forever, so we have to deal with it as it comes. A contact told of us a place where we could learn more about this place. Artesia told me that you know this city's history well, better than either of us. With that comes a question. What is the significance of the 'Eagle's Nest?" |
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| Lightning | Jan 6 2014, 10:12 AM Post #28 |
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Artesia was glad that Artorius stepped in with an explanation of what had brought them both to see Fergus for she really wasn't in the mood to elaborate on much, not after what she'd just had to say and how it made her want to do nothing but shut her lips, well except to let alcohol through them. As her companion spoke of the information they had and the question they needed answered she reached for the bottle that had been placed on the table, she only took a swig though -which was something in itself- before handing it to Fergus who outstretched his hand for it. He was listening intently to what Artorius had to say from the get go but after he heard the 'targeting them' part his eyes steeled over and his focus became so intense it was almost terrifying, how dare someone be trying to hurt his precious little Tia! After taking a swig of the whiskey he took a deep breath and slammed it down on the table with an audible thud, "Hmmmmm" He droned with a throaty hum of deep and complete thought, "It's been a long time since I've heard anyone use that one but from what I recall that was an old name people of the streets used for what is now that fancy Irelian tower over in the northern end of the sector. Used to be run down and good for nothing but the nests of the eagles which called it home until around about a decade ago when some rich young bastard came along and bought it straight out from under the nose of the money hungry government around here." With what he knew finished the man took another hefty swig of the whiskey bottle in his grasp but it was obvious he wasn't finished just yet, there felt as if there was more he had to share and after he swallowed the drink he did just that. "If you two are trying to get in there I'm sorry to tell ya that it's pretty much invitation only and not for those that don't have more money than fashion sense." Great, now she had to go and see that guy again. "That's not a problem, I know a guy." To Artesia's unconcerned and easy going reply Fergus gave a hearty chuckle and threw his head back while doing so, "Of course you do Tia, You know a guy for everything, just like your father, always prepared with more connections than you could ever need." As he finished speaking Fergus felt the awkward realisation that he'd brought up the man he'd just learned was dead and so shortly after the awkward scene that had unfolded and as he felt like banging his head against a wall he opted to remain silent instead. Artesia wasn't bothered by the slip up Fergus made and instead she gave a smirk and a single chuckle, "Yeah." She wasn't sad as she thought back to her father and how he had always told her that connections were what made a good thief great, she couldn't help but smile at it. Glad to see that his little Tia hadn't been upset by his mistake Fergus looked to them both and cracked his knuckles, "So, What gear am I working on while you're here? Can't send you two out into battle with inferior gear now can I?" What he really meant was 'Give me your weapons so I can make sure they are sharp because so god help me I am worried about you and want to help anyway I can' but he opted for the more subtle approach. Artesia stood from her seat and with a smile she started unsheathing her numerous blades and placing them on the table in front of her one by one, "Well now that you mention it." The first two she withdrew and placed on the table were the back-up dual blades she had crossed over at her upper back, following those were her two main blades 'Hidari and Migi'. It was as she stood there next to the man that Fergus noticed the wound on her side and after staring at it for a moment he turned to gaze at Artorius with such intensity he would have likely wounded the man should looks have been able to such a thing. He wasn't sure how or why he knew that it had to be Artorius's fault, heck, he didn't even care if it wasn't, IT WAS. Edited by Lightning, Jan 6 2014, 10:16 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 6 2014, 10:29 AM Post #29 |
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It was no wonder that Artorius didn't know what the Eagle's Nest was. Honestly, Artorius was the sort who thought he had everything about Dandelion Sector firmly engraved in his head and that he knew it like the back of his hand. But, there was a lot of history in this place, history that occurred before Artorius even had his bearings on the world, or before he was still in diapers. But, Dandelion's modern history was relatively well-known by the man, at least to a significant extent. Still, it was interesting to hear a bit of information that the man didn't know. He wasn't prideful on things like that, he had no luxury to be, and if anything he found it more interesting than anything else it could be. Artorius' lips curled into a displeased frown as Fergus told the two that getting inside would be pretty much impossible. He should have expected that much, as things were never easy or convenient in times such as these. But, fortunately Artesia had a contact to help them out. He couldn't help but think that it was the contact that they encountered previously who had delivered Artesia's gear, the one who stared at Artorius with a rather uncomfortably displeased piercing gaze. But, alas, that was a problem for later, not one that they would deal with in the immediate future. Still, Artorius was glad that Artesia knew someone for this as it the male thief was hardly the sort to have his own personal tailor. He was far from it actually. Artorius was hardly the sociable sort at times, whereas Artesia was just the opposite. The difference in the lengths of their contact lists made that ever so clear. Nevertheless, the two were here for a reason besides an exchange of information. Fergus stood up and cracked his knuckles as they looked at them, offering to work on their equipment before they strode into imminent danger and a likely battle. Artorius glanced at the woman's weaponry as she laid down onto the table. But, as she did so, Fergus noticed the wound on Artesia's side before he exchanged a wicked, intense gaze with Artorius. It was important at that moment that the man didn't flinch or bat an eye. He had to make his intentions clear. Doing his best here, Artorius straightened his body out and narrowed his eyes into a matching expression, steely-brown eyes making contact with Artorius' own chocolate-brown-colored stare. Though they said nothing verbally, the conversation that they exchanged with one another couldn't have been any louder. "I know how it looks but I saved her from worse," Artorius' eyes spoke stoicly. "You better keep her out of danger," Fergus' stare sternly stated. "I can't promise you that, but I promise she'll come back to see you after this," he boldly declared. After that brief exchange, one that Artesia would not be able to fully translate as the conversation was spoken in stares and gazes and manspression, or the masculine language, the two exchanged a nod amongst each other. "Very well. I'll see to it that your weapons are as sharp as can be," Fergus said as he turned to look towards the weapons on the table. "And, drink up, lad. It's cold out there, and you have a long night ahead of you." Glad that Fergus finally eased up a bit, Artorius took a brief swig of the whiskey. It was some strong stuff, and Artorius' liver was practically quivering at the sight of more liquor, but he could deal with it. Edited by Mazohyst, Jan 6 2014, 10:41 AM.
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| Lightning | Jan 6 2014, 10:52 AM Post #30 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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While Fergus toiled away at the weapons he'd been given with the utmost care and focus Artesia stood as near to him as she could without suffering from the heat too much and with time to burn she indulged the man in some idle conversation of sorts, she felt she had to do at least that much given how he was helping them out for free and all. She hadn't been in the most talkative of moods but as time went on Fergus did as Fergus always does and found a way to get her laughing and smiling again, he couldn't very well have his little Tia all upset and depressed when he sent her off to fight the bad guys now could he? Sharpening blades was easy work for someone as talented at his job as Fergus and in no time at all he had them all done and dusted, "Alright Kiddos uncle Fergus's made your toy as good as new." He said in jest while handing Artesia's back to her pair by pair. Artorius's had been finished as well but they remained on the table behind the bear of a man for a reason that would become clear as Artesia thanked the man and wandered off to use the restroom before they left for their next destination. Fergus turned around to grab the weapons for Artorius and as he turned back to face the man who was easily half his size of less he offered them to him but wouldn't let go right away, "These are some damned fine weapons you've got here. Ones I have to thank you for letting me work on, I assume you know the tales attached to them so I won't blabber on, just treat em right." You see, Fergus was more than just your average blacksmith that worked on things without knowing the depth of his field. He loved weapons and armour, anything that could be forged and so for his whole life he'd studied those that had been forged in the past as well as the present in order to forge the best in the future, it was during these studies that he had learned of the ones Artorius possessed and it was with honesty that he spoke to him. Artesia returned to the pair of men rather quickly and when she did she could tell that something had gone down, had they had another 'man-moment'? "Well, It's been nice seeing you again Fergus old pal but if we don't want to be skinned alive for asking too much of my next contact we gotta be going." What she said was true but at the same time it wasn't entirely true, the truth was that no matter how soon they left and how soon they arrived at her next contacts place they would be asking too much of the man. He was a famous tailor and a skilled one to boot but even then it was an AWFUL lot to ask of him that he make two garments for them in such a small amount of time, let alone for free. Artesia waved goodbye to Fergus for a bit as they left the forge but once they were far enough away she turned back around completely and gave a sigh, "I swear that man breaks at least one of my ribs every time I see him." She said while shuffling her body around uncomfortably while taking a few deep breaths, "Not that I suppose you have any sympathy to share over there." She smirked. |
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