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[Graded]Feelings, Nothing but Feelings
Topic Started: Sep 18 2015, 05:10 PM (382 Views)
MoonlitRain012
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In the time that Trevor wasn’t spending feeling sorry for himself and wondering if he’d ever see Julian again in the form of a human being, he had taken to wandering the streets of Poinsettia, not really having any goal in mind. Luckily he had no real vices or else he might really have been in trouble. Instead he’d just tried to distract himself by sampling new kinds of food, watching the tapestry of humanity passing him by and generally focusing on nothing in particular. It was better than laying awake night after night, wondering what had happened to his friend.

This particular night, Trevor had decided to try out butterbeer. He’d heard all about this strange, non-alcoholic beverage and decided he ought to see what all of the fuss was about. There were many establishments that served it in the city but Brooks’ Butterbeer Bar was apparently one of the finest of all of them. The moment the lanky young man had walked into the place, the scent of peanut butter had nearly overwhelmed him. Most of the tables were full but there was one occupied by a young man who seemed to be chiefly defined by the motley patchwork of clothing that he was wearing and a look on his face that seemed to indicate extreme boredom spiced with a touch of sarcastic sneer.

However, it was the only free seat in the place, so Trevor decided to ask if he could occupy it. He said, “Um...do excuse me...but would you mind if I took a seat here? I don’t mean to intrude on your space but there doesn’t seem to be anywhere else to sit.”

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Daine
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Wilde had been moving across the country with an almost meandering sort of pace, not heading anywhere in particular but moving away from one location, his home. The journey didn’t have anything memorable happen so far, simply passing a few traders and camping out under the stars, he’d been fortunate enough to have the early autumn weather on his side, his cloak being used as a blanket he’d been able to keep at bay the slightly moderate chill and the clear skies meaning no late night showers to disturb his rest. The first night with few places to rest, he’d camped up at the side of a hedgerow, the ground not being the most comfortable was evened out by the bush acting as a wind breaker; the second night it’d been by a haystack, half way through he had to change position to once again hide from the cool wind, but the experience was much more comfortable and the last night had been propped up against a tree in a small copse a mile or so from the start of the lavender forest.

Things however needed to change now; after reaching the city two things quickly became apparent, his lack of food over the past three days, he was sure he’d nibbled at a few things however the lack of recognition about a full meal was slightly unnerving, as soon as the thought flared up, so did his stomach. Replacing the pit like feeling he’d been harbouring since the breakup incident with one of aching hunger. The second thing was now he was in a city; he’d likely have to fork some cash over and stay the night in some form of accommodation. The fact he hadn’t bathed either in a few days made this thought even more comforting, the idea of a long bath or shower and a warm grass free bed sounded appealing.

Walking through the city in his most casual of clothing, he didn’t stand out too much not that he ever did. But still when he attempted to enter some cafés or restaurants, the staff quickly gave him a glance and shooed him off, their thought of the slightly rougher looking and sweaty young man was that he was some sort of vagrant trying to perform a dine and dash. Sure Wilde was hungry, but he wasn’t in the mood to care too much of what other’s thought of him right now, that was until one restaurant he stumbled upon.
“I’m sorry.” A taut looking middle aged man with slicked back hair and a look that could curdled milk let out, the words with such a lack of vim and laced with judgment hung in the air. “We don’t serve your kind around here.” The words stung, but no more than any of the others, the arrogant gofer of a man was simply self-important, to Wilde he looked the sort that told himself every night that he was superior to the common folk despite being of the same ilk.
“Look.” Wilde sighed, finally letting out a word of protest about being shooed from establishment to establishment, his hunger very much audible by now. “I have the money, I can pay in advanced and even to go. I just need something to eat.” His desperation came across as apathy to the waiter, who misconstrued the entire situation as some sort of homeless youth making fun of him.
“We don’t serve your common street urchin. Return to the sewers before I call a guard.” That was it, the words hit with Wilde’s short fuse. Unable to grip the sword handle quickly enough, he resorted to pinning the weasel of a man against the supporting wall of the restaurant. Lifting his thin frame an inch of the ground, the look of panic filled the waiters face, he would have grovelled for Wilde to not hurt him if urine didn’t start sliding down his leg, draining any sense to talk that he had. Percival quickly regaining himself lowered the man, the spectacle sure meaning he wasn’t going to be served here. With an audience of silent onlookers, he made his way out of the restaurant to another part of town, doubting that by now the news hadn’t spread to any establishment he would normally try and enter.

“Social suicide.” The phrase leaked from his lips, if he had done anything like that a week ago he would have killed any chance of him being seen as respectable in any sort of circle. In his daze the young man simply wandered the street, moping over the memories that kept flooding in until the pangs of hunger ached once more. Glancing around with a glazed over vision a few words stuck out from the haze. ‘Beer’ and ‘Bar’ on one building and ‘Breakfast’ on another. Thinking to himself quietly, stopping his slow pace to stay stationary in the middle of the road, he started to question to himself what course of action he would take. He’d had things to drink before but only in moderation, there had been one time during boarding school where someone snuck in a bottle of what he presumed was home brew. A few of them had gotten legless, so much so that they’d alerted the instructors who quickly forced them to drink all sorts of potions of remedies that had made them vomit up most of the concoction while standing outside in icy sleet had ensured that drunken behaviour wasn’t entered into.

“If I ever start now’s the time.” Wilde said with a sullen face, pushing open the door to the first building, meekly making him way inside. The air smelt a lot richer than he had thought a bar would have smelt like, but too engrossed in his own world to question it, he was guided to what he could see to be was one of the few remaining tabled. Picking up the menu, it quickly became apparent that his idea of a liquid lunch was not going to be served here. In face most of the things served on the menu were the sort of stuff he could see young preteen couples ordering. His face sinking a little, he decided it best that anything to eat and drink was better than perusing the town once more for a place that’d actually accept him.

Before having much time to think through his order, another fellow sat down opposite him, Wilde not good at showing the depths of his current hunger and despair simply looked a fractional bit annoyed at something. “Sure, join if you want.” He muttered, his eyes transfixed too much on the menu to think though what he was saying. Some sort of ingrained politeness had caused him to accept the query rather than make some more scene of get some alone time. Glancing up from the menu finally, he saw some kid a few years younger than him, it was an odd thing to look at as it had come to his own attention that his earlier summation had been true, this place was indeed for preteen couples. In a masochistic query, Wilde attempted to start some dialogue to move his mind from the pit he was currently in, even attempting to crack a slight smile. The action almost making it seem that if his lips curled into anything depicting happiness that he’d bruise a facial muscle. “Are you waiting for a girlfriend or on your own?”
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MoonlitRain012
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There was a certain hostility that seemed to be radiating from his new acquaintance but Trevor knew that he couldn’t let that stop him. He smiled briefly and said, “Oh I’m on my own. I’ve been wandering around for quite some time, seeing the world.”

He inquired carefully with the utmost politeness in case he upset the slightly older youth, “So what about you? What brings you here?”

Now the lanky young man’s keen gaze took in other features of his companion. It was clear that he’d been on the road because his clothing looked time worn and slightly ragged. He wasn’t obviously someone who’d always been without a home, but his journey was showing on him. Otherwise there wasn’t much that Trevor could divine. He was young enough and unformed enough that his experiences hadn’t given him the chance to learn a great deal about human nature, outside of what he’d read about in books and seen in his travels so far.

He took a sip of the rich, sweet liquid that had been set down in front of him, even though he hadn’t ordered it. It was delicious and he found that the taste of it made him relax for some reason. He couldn’t imagine that he would have received the same effect from alcohol. He’d never really taken a drink of it and he wasn’t sure why anyone would. Although, he even admitted to himself, he’d never really had occasion to want to lose himself in the way that some people did when they were in their cups.

Having soothed himself slightly, the Northern youth leaned back, waiting to hear from his companion and hoping that it wouldn’t be an excoriation that came out of his mouth. Trevor had never dealt well with sarcasm. It unsettled him.
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Daine
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Wilde pointed at the menu, quickly highlighting with his finger a few quick and cheap options to a waitress who had come over and asked in the most thick accent “Wha’ c’n I get ya’?” not really taking in what the woman said, he simply once again gestured to his order, her face looking slightly dishevelled at the fact she wasn’t able to push into small talk. It was her raison d'etre, her only real break from poring the thick liquid to sickly sweet young couples. Wilde could sympathise with that plight but he didn’t want to be her distraction, she looked like the intrusive sort who’d sit unwelcomed at the table at a chance of more adult chatter besides words like Honey and sweetheart. The simple thought of those words brought bile to the young man’s mouth.

Placing down his menu, he finally looked fully at the person who’d he accidentally invited to sit down with him, with a quick glance around it didn’t seem that any of the other tables would be free for a while and he was too hungry to bother too much walking around finding a barren restaurant or café that’d serve him food after the earlier incident. “Traveling, South East.” Percival shrugged in an uncaring fashion, his tone blank and not giving much away about the topic. The fact was that he hadn’t thought it through too much. Since leaving he’d not put his mind to anything else than getting away. Now he was a good distance away and hunger bringing him back to the real world he was starting to have to contemplate his real direction.

It didn’t take long for his order to reach the table, removing a few coins from his pocket he counted out the change exactly, he disliked feeling stingy but Wilde was well aware he was on a budget and every coin had to be stretched as far as it could. “Anything else honey’s?” The waitress asked, trying once more to start some dialogue in order to slip her butter beer soaked fingers into any gossip.
“Nothing right now.” Wilde said, digging his fork into a plate of what looked like syrup drenched pancakes, usually the sweet stuff turned his stomach, but he didn’t care too much for savouring flavour, shoving a fork full down his mouth, he watched as the uninvited guest picked up his drink and started at it. It was an honest mistake it seemed, the waitress had basically placed it in front of the other guy, but still it ticked at him slight. “Wait!” He called over, the woman swinging around with some force, enough to spill a bit of whatever she was carrying on the floor. Her hopeful eyes waited for something. “Can I get another drink?” His gaze drifted off to look at the other guy in an unimpressed fashion.

As this guy had started to break the ice with a bit of innocent thievery, and Wilde’s mind was drifting to places he’d rather it not settle, he called him out and continued to conversation despite the long silent respite he’d taken. “I’m headed south east, I’m going to find somewhere to settle down and hopefully look for work.” With that he slowly raised the sheathed sword from under his side of the table, to back up his claim as well as to discourage this boy if he was indeed some sort of thief looking for some easy mark.

While waiting to hear the other boy’s response, Wilde made quick work of his food, dispelling any thoughts this person may have about him being savage due to his flurried way of eating. “I’ve been on the road for three days without much to eat.” The explanation was once again very bland and shielded, quickly pushing towards the fact he didn’t want to be questioned about where he was from, the future was fine but the past was still tender.
“Here you go dear.” The waitress returned, placing another cup of the butter beer upon the table, accepting the money and turning to head off, it seemed she’d taken the hint that he didn’t want to talk to her.
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MoonlitRain012
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Trevor wasn’t sure what the waitress wanted. At first, she’d seemed like a sweet type, but the longer she hung around, the more he found her presence annoying. He tried to be as polite as he could because it was what he was trying to learn out here in the world. In his role as a noble back home, he would have imperiously dismissed her, but a good chieftain had to learn how to relate to the ordinary people if he was to hold their trust and not end up hanging from the town gates.

The lanky youth was also confused by his reluctant companion. Instead of being openly hostile and just telling him to go away, he was actually replying to him. However the look on his face and the tone in his voice seemed to be making the opposite statement. It wasn’t something that the young man was used to handling so he just pushed on and returned the response. His eyes opened wider at the sword and he said, “Are you a mercenary? A sellsword? I’ve never met either. I’m a swordsman too. Well, I hope to be more of one. I’ve trained since I was big enough to hold a sword. I’ve even been in a few fights outside of practice,” Trevor made a sheepish face and added, “Not nearly enough though.”

He added, “Have you been a fighter long? Sorry if I’m prying but I just meet so few real sword fighters out in the world.”

In spite of trying not to come across as an inexperienced and callow youth, the lean young man was betrayed by his enthusiasm and the wide-eyed way in which he was questioning his recent companion. It was impossible for him to resist his fascination and he gave into it more readily than he’d have liked to admit.
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Daine
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Wilde cautiously tested this butter beer, sampling a small amount from the top. It wasn’t what he had expected it to taste like, it wasn’t exactly at the top of his list to try about, but after making an odd face, one of the first cracks in his very plain and expressionless visage, Percival went back in for more, well aware of the bubbling hunger still present but ever subsiding in his gut. With two good sized attempts and the reminder he’d paid not once but twice to get this drink. The young adult buckled it up and finished the mug. Placing it down upon the table gently, pressing his clenched fist over his mouth to suppress a burp from drinking too quickly. “Not the best thing ever, but I needed something to drink.” Wilde explained dully, looking at his empty plate and mug, thinking about what is next move should be. The thoughts of ordering more were squashed by the fact he had little money to be splashing around but it wouldn’t harm to stay in the restaurant a little while. He had somewhere to sit and let his meal settle and hopefully by the time he left, the assault of the waiter earlier on would be old news.

Placing his dishes on the far side of the table and away from direct site as to not usher back the waitress, a woman who wasn’t exactly tolerable in large doses, even medium sized ones could cause a repeat of the waiter incident. Wilde looked at his meal companion. The guy didn’t look too old, a few years younger than himself by the looks of things. But still he wasn’t one of these air brained preteens running around trying to fix the world with their magical ability and the powers of friendship and satirically named rather improbable weapons. No he looked somewhat normal.

Listening to the guy rant on, Wilde was suddenly brought back to the idea of finding a bar and trying to fix his state of being stone cold sober. His annoyance dribbled out of his mouth in a flat and blunt way. “You talk a lot.” It wasn’t exactly the most insulting thing he could have said, numerous other things flew around his mind, but in his sombre state, he had little energy to follow up these thoughts. Glancing around to see if there was any indication of the time, he was quick to spy that he’d only been in here a handful on minutes, half an hour at a push. Sighing silently to himself, Percival indulged the kid.

Pulling the sword back up from besides him, Wilde placed the sheathed blade on the table once more, this time having to push aside the dishes closer to his companion so the pommel didn’t shatter or chip the cheap flatware. “I’ve been using one since I was a teenager.” Percival stated, the story was one he hadn’t told before. He’d not been one to indulge in reciting of the past, but he had ample time to fill. “I went to a military school for a few years. While there simple sword play was a must. I learnt how to spar as well as use a few other weapons.” The usually illegible look across the man’s face turned to one that showed he wasn’t as steadfast with these other weapons as he was with his own emotions. From the corner of his eye, he could make out the waitress spying over at the booths on this side of the restaurant. Looking for anyone who needed service or more importantly to the woman, if there was anything she could get her talons into in attempt to ditch off doing more work. Pulling the sword back under the table to avoid her being attracted to the scene, Percival continued.

“I was a guard up north for a few years, nothing special but I got to use a sword from time to time.” Glancing back over to the clock, he was sure the second hand was clicking back and forth in the same position, not moving anywhere quickly. In attempt to make time move faster, he continued the dialogue. “What about you kid?” the young man said to the even younger teen. Curious what sort of person he was.
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MoonlitRain012
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Trevor agreed with Percival’s assessment of the butterbeer as he said, “Yeah I guess that it’s kind of sweet and weirdly lacking in much of anything else. The stuff is filling though, isn’ it?” Although the young man was hardly starving, he hadn’t had a great deal in the way of really substantial food in some time. He took another sip of the drink before leaning back. His companion interrupted to mention his chattiness.

The tall youth’s ears burned a little at being criticized for talking. Perhaps it wasn’t meant as a criticism but that was one of the worst things one could be accused of in the North. It was considered proper to be taciturn and stoic as a man in that society, but Trevor didn’t always conform to those standards. He mumbled, “People have told me that before. My apologies.”

The lean young man responded after his companion told the story and said, “At least you understand how to use a blade. Down here, it seems that many people have lost that skill. Where I come from the ability to use a sword is what sets the nobility apart, “ He paused and added, “So I’ve used my sword a great deal. Also I’ve fought some...dark enemies in my travels. It’s how I...how….I l-lost a good friend. He was fighting alongside me and well...he’s not dead but he’s not what he once was.”

Perhaps this was slightly cryptic but Trevor didn’t care. He didn’t really want to tell a stranger the complete story about Julian and his demonic possession. Instead, he drew Talon from its sheath and showed the finely forged blade to his companion as he said, “This is Talon. It's going to be my sword for the rest of my life.”

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Wilde raise one of his eyebrows in a sense of slight intrigue as to his dining companion’s situation, but then again the thought of not wanting to divulge too much about his own past made him stray away from any sort of intrusive questions, instead Percival thought it best to simply glaze over that part of the conversation, if this person wanted to talk about it, he would in his own time. Until then he’d rather not be burdened down with the troubles of others when he was too busy dealing with his own. “Don’t be sorry, you just talk a lot.” Wilde said, pulling back over the empty mug to play with it slightly, pressing it the small distance from one palm to the other and back again. The shiney vanish of the table preventing it from causing any loud and distracting scraping sounds. Half in a world of his own, he broke the conclave of selective silence and started back up in small conversation, not a thing he was a fan of, but then again he did need some way to pass some time.

“I know there aren’t as many people around here that are skilled with a sword.” Pausing momentarily to correct an error before he made it, Wilde hesitated until he finally coughed out the next sentence. “I’m not even that good, maybe I’ll head south and practice myself. I’m sure there’s always work as an armed guard.” In Wilde’s mind since leaving his rather sheeted life previously, he’d already seen a few things that could cause a person to think twice about venturing around without some sort of protection. The memories of the not long passed war and the terbockle with the demon worshiping cult were still fresh in many people’s memories despite most people attempting to forget and move on. Grasping the guard of his sword with one hand, enough to white his knuckles and cause his wrist to start to cramp. Thoughts of his current lack of direction started to sweep into his mind, a place he didn’t like to be.

Pulling his belongings close to him, Wilde jarred upright, pushing himself out from under the table to rest in the centre of the floor. With a quick stretch he composed himself. Looking around to ensure that the waitress was nowhere to be seen. “I think I’m going to be going off, I need to find lodging and maybe even a bit of work before night.”Scratching the back of his head in confusion of how to continue or even finish this, Wilde looked blankly at the boy still at the table, wondering if there was something he should say. Curious as to if he should ask this person for any assistance in either of his goals as he was for lack of any better words, lost and a little hopeless currently.
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It was of equal difficulty for Trevor to know how to speak to Wilde. The young man seemed taciturn and unwilling to volunteer any information, but perhaps it was simply a function of the lean Northern lad’s approach to him. Trevor wasn’t well-versed in the ways of human communication so he sometimes came up short. However, in this case, he kept feeling like there was more that his companion wanted to say. It was as though some part of him acted as a block. When the other youth’s knuckles went white squeezing the sword guard, Trevor knew there was more here than met the eye.

It was rather jarring when the man across from him abruptly stood up and announced that he had to leave. However, Trevor quickly recovered his composure and saw an opening to both help the other young man and also continue trying to make some kind of contact with him. He said, “Oh! Well I can help you with lodgings. The inn I’m staying at is reasonably priced and has plenty of rooms. I can take you there if you like?”

He added, “As for work, I’m also going to need something to do. Maybe we could both look for work together. Two heads are better than one and all that? If there’s anything I can do to help, I don’t mind. It isn’t like I’ve got hugely pressing engagements anywhere or anything. What do you say?”

In spite of himself, he had a wide-eyed look of hope on his face. The teenager did everyhing he could to disguise his youthful nature but he couldn’t completely stop himself from still having some of the traits of a young man of his age. There was something about Wilde that Trevor liked and found interesting so he couldn’t help but show enthusiasm.

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Wilde was a title taken aback by the stranger’s eagerness to help, he wasn’t sure really why he had asked the questions he had, it was unlike him to breach such social necessities but he was now bound to follow through with it. He was running away from his old life, not his morals. Clasping his hands together with a slight almost clapping sound, Wilde looked around the restaurant, there was no hope of sitting down now, a bus boy had already spied the pair leaving and was rushing his way over to clean up and another young couple stared eagerly at the table, ready to jump at it before they froze at the door way.

“I’m thankful.” Wilde said dazed, he had no idea how to follow up with this guy, was he doing this for his own reasons, sure it would help having someone a little older who looked a little more together to help the kid find work, that was true. It perhaps may even get him some money off of his room if he found another customer for the inn, that could make sense, but truthfully the enthusiasm was slightly off putting, it was almost as though this guy just wanted to help out. Which normally would have been fine, but in his current sullen state of mind, Wilde couldn’t help but question the motives of everyone around him, trying to pick them apart to make sure he wasn’t the butt of some joke or being taken advantage of.

“We can look at the inn first then.” Wilde said, using this as an acceptance to the aid. If he wanted to stay the night there, he may as well put down the prepayment for the room, and it would also give him an easy enough way to gauge how to take this guy if it were some ransacked place perhaps he was being set up for a mugging, an overly extravagant inn and maybe he was going to have to pay for the pair. Trying to rid himself of the bile like taste of suspicion for now at least. Wilde made his way over slowly to the door. Looking out to the street beyond, not sure what to do about the whole situation at hand.

The air outside had chilled a good deal now since when he had entered the restaurant, which had actually been a good time ago. Perhaps it was the deep thought or even the annoying company, however time had passed swiftly, well until he’d been clock watching.

“A small child’s dog.” Wilde mused to himself while standing outside, a dozen paces away from the door as to not prevent others from moving through, that was what this teen reminded him of, a puppy for a child. Inquisitive, a little bemusing and infuriatingly cheerful. Turning around to see if the teen was still there, he half expected him to jump up or growl. The image had been seared into his mind now, and Wilde wasn’t sure how to take it.
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