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| [Graded]Trouble's Come to Town; Kaede and Sol | |
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| Topic Started: May 13 2016, 01:56 PM (671 Views) | |
| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 17 2016, 02:31 PM Post #21 |
Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol frowned at Kaede's sorry excuse for a defense for what her summon had done. Of all the terrible things he'd learned in battle, it was that your survival very often had very little to do with what you did and very much to do with what the comrades around you did. If someone disobeyed orders or strayed from the plan then it could lead to the death of hundreds or even thousands of people who should have otherwise lived. An army was a single entity- a good one anyway- and everyone it moved with one purpose like cogs in a great machine. So thinking about Yuu's reckless attitude and lackadaisical approach to doing what he was a told was almost enough to make Sol angry. But it wasn't his business and if Kaede was okay with her servants- he didn't care how she tried to dress it up, they were servants in his eyes and disobedient ones at that- taking such liberties with the interpretation of their instructions as to appear both childish and petulant. None of his business at all... but it still pissed him off on principle. But there was nothing to be done about it, not by him and certainly not right now as Kaede slowly sank from a sitting position to lying on her side and became still and silent. Several seconds passed and as Sol began to wonder if she was playing possum with him, a loud and very authentic snore tore through the night air and he could only shake his head in disbelief at the situation he now found himself in. Now knowing that her 'coworkers' were actually servants summoned by her magic there was nobody he could go to for assistance with moving Kaede off the floor. To further complicate things, he didn't have the first clue where to even take her. "I don't do this for all the girls you know", he muttered under his breath as he scooped up her diminutive form in his arms and carried her up the stairs that led to the second level and upon opening the first unlocked door he came across with an empty bed on the other side he deposited her upon it and staggered off in search of a bed of his own... Unfortunately, it seemed that his luck had run out in terms of unlocked doors and spare beds, as every other door he tried held fast, locked from within and thus presumably occupied. It was only when he reached the door at the very end of the corridor that lady luck deigned to smile on him by decreeing it to open to his touch and admit him within. Paying no attention to the room itself, dark as it was, Sol made a bee line for the silhouette of the bed and upon finding it unoccupied, flung himself upon it and quickly slipped into a deep sleep. How could he have known that the room he was in and the bed he was occupying belonged to none other than Kaede herself? Furthermore, when morning finally came Sol didn't so much as twitch in his sleep despite the commotion below. He was an incredibly heavy sleeper when he'd been drinking and it would take more than a few enthusiastic knocks on the door to bring him back to the waking world. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 17 2016, 02:56 PM Post #22 |
Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede stomped all the way back to her room to start throwing things in her bag. She wasn't ready to call Yuudai out, not yet. That was his punishment, and her's in a way, for what he had done. It hurt her to not let him out, and it hurt him to be stuck listening to her mental tirade of his many and varied faults, and how if this whole job didn't pan out, and they got killed by her boss for closing the whole place for the entirety of the day, it would be all his freaking fault. "How could you be so fucking reckless? I told you what you had to do, and you purposefully defied me. It's not like I can't make a contract with a new summon you know. You're not that special boy. And next time I do let you out, you've had it. I'm getting the paddle." She looked angry, and so involved was she in her anger, which stemmed far more from worry over her summon being found out and somehow snatched from her, and being awoken before dawn in the dregs of a hangover, that it took her a moment to see the sleeping form of a man in her bed. A slight gasp escaped her as her attention turned that way. He looked kinda cute, she thought, all covered up in her bed which sported a white coverlet with little pink hearts all over it. She was a girly girl in the end, and the whole place looked like nothing so much as a small girl's dream room. She sighed and approached the bed, thinking she would let him sleep just a little longer. She quietly shuffled some more money into her bag, and was considering changing clothes, but had to peek again to make sure he was actually asleep. He was snoring quietly, which seemed to indicate a sure yes to that question. She still changed quickly, and with her back to her bed. She brushed her hair angrily, trying to work out just where she was supposed to go spend the damn day. It wasn't her day, she thought. And she wasn't particularly happy that she would, in the end, have to actually let Yuudai out so she could give him a very clear choice. She thought of this in the back of her mind, and felt him rebel slightly. She also felt his clear and sincere feelings of regret. It was annoying as fuck being tied to these people sometimes. Meanwhile, Ren was making a point of staying out of it. He would have handled it better, she knew, but he wasn't as good with people. Now she had to hope the knights never figured out that she was a summoner, or that one of her summons had been responsible for the beating the men had sustained. She glanced back at Sol, suddenly tired again. He was quite nearly too tall for the bed, his feet hanging off the end just a bit. She was too sleepy to consider that it might look bad if he woke up with her at his side, and she plopped down anyway, small form working to move him over enough to admit her under her own damn blankets. "Stupid heavy ... guy."She whispered. She made just enough room for her to bunker down, fully dressed in her new unrumpled clothing. She was angry, and she was worried. Stress was wearing her down. Well, she would have the whole damn day to stress, and only the next half hour or so to nap a little. She scooted against Sol, since he was warm, and her room in predawn was cold, and closed her eyes. Only for a little, she told her summons, who never slept. Then they must make sure she was awake. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 17 2016, 03:35 PM Post #23 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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"Sol... wake up, it's time to go" With a groan, Sol's protesting eyes opened to the first rays of dawn beneath a bright blue sky. As his body began to wake up he felt the myriad of aches and pains that he'd accumulated from weeks of sleeping on the hard ground and marching through miles of thick jungle in rain, hail and shine. "Come on Sol, we're leaving" , the voice that had roused him from his slumber rang out again and he turned his head as he propped himself into a sitting position to see a blue haired woman sitting patiently on a log several feet away. Astria Sareni. He didn't know why, but he felt the most ridiculous feeling of relief at seeing her face. It was as though he hadn't seen her in ages when in reality it couldn't have been more than a few hours since they'd made camp the previous night. "Where is everyone?" He asked slowly as his spontaneous feeling of absurd joy faded enough for him to realise that something was amiss... the rest of their company- some five hundred men- were nowhere to be seen. Astria smiled in reply as she stood up and dusted herself off cheerily and extended her hand towards him, "they've gone ahead, if we don't hurry we'll be left behind", she chided him as he reached out to take her hand to help him to his feet. But instead of taking her hand in his, it phased right through it like a mirage and he blinked in confusion. "Come on Sol, take my hand", she repeated impatiently and Sol reached out again, hesitantly this time to take her hand again. This time however, he never made it as without warning, Astria burst into flames before his very eyes and he recoiled violently from the heat of the flames, his heart hammering against his chest. But despite being engulfed in the raging inferno, Astria didn't make a sound and her eyes never left his. Even as her skin began to bubble and melt, her hand remained outstretched towards him. "Hurry Sol, we're waiting", her voice carried to him over the crackling flames as her form, now nothing but a charred skeleton finally collapsed. Sol's eyes snapped open in the same instant that he sat bolt upright, flinging off the blankets that he'd been sleeping beneath in the process. His head was spinning violently as the remnants of the nightmare he'd just had swam around in his head, stirring the hangover he'd been doomed to suffer into a splintering migraine of confusion and blind panic. He couldn't remember how he'd come to be in this bed, but a disgruntled but sleepy growl from his side turned his attention to the figure that he was sharing the bed with and his breath caught in his throat as he realised it was Kaede. "What the... argh", he groaned as tried to piece together his current situation and the events that had led up to it. He remembered sharing a bottle of whiskey and the late night visit from the knight and then... blank. Though it wasn't difficult to guess what had happened afterwards given that he'd woken up in the same bed as the woman he'd been courting... and although she was fully dressed, Sol himself was stark naked and he could see his clothes forming a crumpled pile near the door and not far from it, a second pile that consisted of the clothes Kaede had been wearing the night before as well. Of course, this was hardly the first time he'd wound up in such a situation, but the splitting headache and lingering panic from the dream he'd just had coupled with not actually being able to remember the act they'd most likely partaken in meant there was very little to feel good about- much less proud of. Rubbing his temples in a futile effort to ease the pain, Sol half slid, half fell out of bed and wondered what his next move should be. A thin sheet of sweat courtesy of his nightmare... or the previous nights activities... covered his skin with a kind of ethereal gleam in the morning light, but he was in no state to appreciate the visual in the mirror that stood next to Kaede's wardrobe as he considered his next move. A shower, that was what he needed. A cold one to be precise, then he could think about what came next when his head didn't feel like it was in danger of splitting in half down the middle. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 17 2016, 03:57 PM Post #24 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede awoke a scant 45 minutes later to a wholly empty bed which she had gladly taken over. What was with that guy, she thought groggily. He always disappeared just when she got comfy. Her head was still a bit sore, but otherwise she seemed fine. The gross taste in her mouth that was the leftovers of the whiskey was mostly gone, but she drank some of the water she kept in her nightstand just the same. They had only an hour or so to leave this place behind, and in all honesty, she wasn't sure what to do about all that. She hadn't spent much time in the town, and she groaned as she sat on the side of the bed. She had been meant, she reflected, to work in the Lavender Dog. It hadn't occurred to her that she would be exploring her new home by force just a few days after she took over running the place. In the back of her mind, her summons were prodding her, and she clamped down on it harder, until silence filled her skull. Their usually comforting presences were anything but at that moment. It was in the sudden silence that she noted the shower was running. So that must have been where Sol went. She knocked on the door quite politely before opening it partially. "Bad timing I know, but I just wanted to make sure you knew we have to leave in an hour! The knights said so!" She had shut her eyes even though she had only cracked the door, shouting to be heard over the running water of the shower. She didn't need to see a naked man this early in the morning for no reason. The fact that she hadn't noticed he was naked under the blankets earlier was a testament to her own tiredness. Kaede checked her bag again, making sure she had the essentials. There was a bottle of water, and some money for later. She was wearing her usual outfit, only with a jacket over the top when she stood up. Her shoes were the sensible walking sort, and she was tired already at the prospect of starting the morning without even breakfast to keep her company. She could at least make coffee, she guessed, for herself and the guests who were making a mass exodus out the front door. She walked downstairs to do just that, her eyes on the floor. She heard armor clanking and looked up to find that the two from earlier were still sitting there. She put a sour look on her face nearly immediately, and started coffee brewing. She didn't speak to them, or look at them, though a little kindness on her part might have done a lot to assuage their suspicions about the place overall. It was too late for that, she thought. She shouldn't have gotten drunk the night before, or so she told herself. It was more or less what she thought the next morning every time she got drunk. She passed out coffee to those who were under her care, serving herself last. This ate up another 30 minutes of her precious time left before she had to go wander the streets of Poinsettia. Ugh. Just. Ugh. She had added milk to her coffee, and was giving the stink eye, as it were to the two Knights at the bar. "We didn't do anything you know. I'm only responsible for my patrons until they walk out that door." She squinted hard, and one of them actually cracked a smile. "Yes ma'am. And we're only as happy as you are about being up this early to search one of the best taverns in this whole town. But it's our job. Don't take it personally." A bit late for that in her eyes, but whatever. She made them a cup of coffee anyway, and waited to make sure all of her guests made it out the door. Even, or maybe especially Sol, before exiting the building herself. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 17 2016, 04:43 PM Post #25 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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A thousand tiny needles exploded against Sol's skin as he unleashed the torrent of icy water from the shower head. Although it occurred to him that he more often showered cold than hot, you never really could become so accustomed to that initial moment of shock that you didn't flinch. But as the feeling slowly transitioned from being that of icy needles stabbing him into a soothing numbness that constricted his chest and had him gasping for breath he felt his headache subsiding. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, leaning against the wall with his head bowed beneath the torrent of icy water, but he was roused from his icy meditation by Kaede's voice and he turned his gaze towards the door, not that he could actually see her through the tiny crack and the streams of water that trickled past his eyes. "What, you mean they didn't just take your word for it when you told them you were innocent last night?", he called back sarcastically but was either unheard or ignored for no retort was forthcoming. Eventually, Sol dragged himself out of the shower and was beyond relieved to find that when he did so he felt several degrees more alive and several degrees less like a reanimated corpse with an axe wedged in his skull. Drying himself with a spare towel which he then deposited in a conveniently places laundry basket, Sol stepped out of the bathroom and into the now abandoned bedroom where he swiftly redressed himself and headed downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. Upon reaching the ground floor, Sol could see that the Knights certainly seemed to be taking the accusation of Yuu's victims rather seriously and he had to wonder if perhaps their injuries were a tad worse than he'd initially given them credit for. Normally this sort of disruptive investigation was reserved for murder inquiries, but there had been no mention of fatalities the night before so maybe there was something else afoot. In any case, he quickly spotted Kaede behind the bar manning the coffee machine and made a beeline for her. "Last night, did we..." Before he could finish the sentence, there was a commotion by the door characterised by a lot of shouting and shoving and then three familiar faces stormed in, albeit now sporting a significant number of bandages, bruises and even a couple of slings. These were of course, the men who had inadvertently caused this entire mess and as they cleared the front door their gaze quickly fell upon Kaede. "There she is officer! She's the one who set her waiter on us!" |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 19 2016, 12:41 AM Post #26 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede was listening to Sol's half asked question and wondering what the ending was when the guys from the night before showed up. They started pointing and blaming her. She blushed with embarrassment in the first place, which she realized could work in her favor. Thinking quickly, she sat her coffee mug on the counter with a loud thump, spilling half the contents, which she silently lamented. One of them had an eyepatch and a head bandage. The one doing the yelling was the least scathed, and even then he looked like someone had run him over with a truck. The third man had his jaw wired shut. The Knights all looked at her, and she looked straight back at her accusers. She wasn't sure exactly where she was going with all of it until she opened her mouth and let her anger and outrage at them having the balls to come back here fall right out. "How dare you accuse me of wrongdoing?" She turned to the Knights, all small ball of furry. "I demand those men be arrested! They tried to sexually harass me! I remember them perfectly now, and I did have them escorted out, but as I said earlier, I am not responsible for what happens to them once they leave this bar. They can say it was a waiter all they want, but I'm the only one working here." She crossed her arms, and the three men, who were not the type to give up when it was smart, all started gesturing and talking at once, denying their culpability to such an extent that it sounded wholly suspicious. The Captain eventually gestured for silence as Kaede yelled right back at them, giving like for like. Now they room fell silent, even though there was a tense sort of atmosphere around the entirety of the room. He seemed more stern than he had before, though he motioned the men to back out of the tavern. "I need you to understand, Miss Aramaki, that the owner will be contacted at once. Not only that, but we will take both accusations, yours and those of the gentlemen behind me, very seriously. Now it's time that you leave. As the order suggested." Kaede eyeballed the men waiting outside, even injured they could kick her ass. "And if they follow me?" The three men grinned, as if she had guessed their most ingenious plan. The Captain eyed them. "That would lead to them automatically being arrested." Their faces fell, and Kaede grabbed her bag, heading out the door. "You too sir. Out of the place. Apologies." The Captain eyed Sol, thinking he looked familiar but for reasons he couldn't place. Maybe he just felt familiar. Once outside Kaede waited for Sol to make his exit, then she sighed and fell into step beside him. "What a mess! What was the rest of your question earlier?" She needed to be preoccupied with something other than her current predicament, and quickly. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 19 2016, 02:10 AM Post #27 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol was every bit the benign spectator in the exchange that was unfolding, but he had to smile inwardly at what a precarious position Kaede was in. If any of the men had the brains to mention that they'd been magically thrown across the room during the night before or if any of the other customers mentioned an attractive, eye patch wearing man in an apron serving drinks and taking orders then there would be a great many awkward and- more importantly- difficult questions to answer. But so far it seemed that they either didn't remember or didn't realise that they'd been on the wrong end of some sinister magic and none of the other guests were in a hurry to do anything except leave. Just what kind of patron this place catered to was a mystery in Sol's eyes but all things considered and judging from the knights behavior, it was on the darker side of the moral spectrum and the way that they all referred to the owner of the establishment seemed ominous enough to support such a theory. Sol thought it was comical that the men would be thinking of following anyone into a dark alley- even a girl- but nobody else was laughing as he meekly followed Kaede past the unfortunate trio and out into the street. "Oh, I was just wondering if you remembered what happened last n-" Sol began to say before being rudely cut off by a passing crier who was shouting at the top of his lungs. "FIORE AT WAR WITH BOSCO BY ORDER OF KING STEFAN". Sol froze in place, his head snapping to face the crier who was moving swiftly down the street, papers in hand and repeating the declaration every few seconds. "If that's some kind of prank it isn't funny", he muttered under his breath, but as the man continued on his way, nobody challenged him on his so called news. In fact, Sol spotted several people who seemed excited by the news and he felt his heart begin to sink as reality dawned on him. Fiore was going to war with his homeland... while he was in it. The announcement had been made only hours earlier and in the hours since hundreds of messengers had been dispatched to every corner of the land to spread the word. Already recruiting stations were cropping up in every town and city calling for all able bodied men and women to join the war effort. Sol had seen it all before, hell, he'd been on both sides of the recruiting fence- first as a wide eyed boy and later as a begrudging recruiter and he felt an odd mix of disgust and resignation well up within him. He knew from experience that there was only one way this could end. With bloodshed... and lots of it. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 19 2016, 03:10 AM Post #28 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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They had made it out the door, and Kaede had heard all of maybe 3/4 of the question when the announcement rang out in the streets. She shivered, visibly. She had known, on some level, as most Fiorans had, that this was coming, but she had hoped it would not happen quite so soon. She wasn't religious enough to say a prayer, but she knew what had been Seen of this onslaught enough to know that it wasn't good. Kaede turned to see Sol looking rather stunned by the news, but she placed a hand on his arm. For once, the façade of happy pleasantry was gone, and one could see the depths of her. She was, in fact, a person burdened with too much knowledge of just what wars could bring. Though she had never fought in one first hand, she knew exactly the sort of carnage and havoc they could wreak. "It's not unexpected. I don't know where you're from, but we've done this once before. Only they invaded the first time. This time...Well...It's probably over that debacle on the day we were honoring our dead from the war. And it means Snow won't be around much either. She's one of those, save the world types." She sighed and took her hand away, regret written in every line on her face. "I have a feeling, this will be the war to end all wars. Our dead will be so much in number that we have to walk over corpses to go to the market." She had looked far away in that moment, as if she might be seeing something beyond what this world showed the average onlooker. And in a way, that was correct. She hadn't been the one to find these visions, but she had been the one to sit while the rest of the world around her saw the world in frozen ice. . . Kaede shook it off, sighing. "There is nothing about this day that is happy." She started walking again, her head hung down slightly, and in a bit of a pout. It wasn't an attractive trait she knew, but it was a habit all the same. "Anyway. I don't want to talk about sad things. War is always sad. Finish your question." Maybe the third time would be a charm. Meanwhile, not far behind them, three men watched with growing interest as the two walked along. One of them walked back after the two rounded a corner, and found a far less injured friend standing in wait. He was also a much larger friend. Which never really boded well for anyone, but less so in this instance. It seemed the three men had no faith whatever in their judicial system (and likely with good reason from their standpoint.) From the Lavender Dog, a message had gone forth, to one Ms. Snow White, about her employee and her conduct to date. The place itself was fast becoming a wreck, as the knights checked every nook and cranny they could find for evidence. Not necessarily of the crime they had come in to investigate either. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 21 2016, 11:42 AM Post #29 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol looked down at the unexpected point of contact that Kaede had created between her hand and his arm in surprise. Until now he'd come to think of her as a free spirited girl with a fierce independent streak and a penchant for flirting with the darker elements of society. But in that instance he saw a glimmer of what could only be described as sorrow as she explained in brief how things had come to be the way they were now. Of course it would have been no surprise that any country would want to retaliate against a foreign invader and Bosco had certainly done that. Although he'd been part of another campaign at the time, word had reached him of the failed exploration into Fioran territory while he was in Minstrel. That being said, Kaede spoke of something occurring on the anniversary of the invasion which was puzzling to him because he couldn't imagine what would have triggered a retaliation when a full blown invasion had failed to do the trick. Not that it even mattered when there was no way to reverse what had already started. Gritting his teeth as he purposefully turned his thoughts away from memories that were better left buried, Sol barked a laugh as Kaede spoke of this being the war to end all wars. It was a sharp, bitter sound. "A war to end all wars..." He wondered if she appreciated the irony of such a sentiment. It was true that most sane people who experienced something terrible would go out of their way to avoid that experience for a second time. But it was also true that people would go out of their way to inflict that experience on those they didn't like- even if that meant going through the same experience themselves. Thus was the nature of war, or rather the circumstances that gave birth to it. A large number of people who wanted to inflict pain and suffering on their enemies at the expense of experiencing that same despair themselves. And the criteria for victory? If your enemy suffered even a fraction more than you did. Sol shook his head slowly. "There's no such thing", he said with such finality that it was clear that he wasn't about to be persuaded otherwise. But why should he be? He'd been on the side of triumph and defeat alike when it came to war and the thing that any seasoned soldier would tell you is that for those who actually took part... they both felt damn near the same. There was something about the way that Kaede's demeanor changed when she spoke about war that reminded him of something from his past. Beaten and weary, Sol did his best imitation of a triumphant march as he and the ten thousand men who had fought alongside him for the past ten months set foot on Boscan soil. A sea of people had gathered to welcome the return of the victorious Minstrelian campaign, but the world just seemed grey to Sol as he moved down the street with four men on either side of him, hundreds ahead of him and thousands behind him. When he'd left he'd been so eager to leave, when he'd been in the midst of the killing he'd wanted nothing more than to return home and now that he was here he felt empty, like a stranger on foreign soil. There was nobody waiting for him in the faces that lined the parade, those he cared about had fought alongside him or died trying whilst his father was far too busy to attend the return of such a trivial campaign in the grand scheme of things. But as he moved inexorably forward he saw two kinds of people. There were those who were cheering and laughing, fists pumping the air. Cheering for those who had died in the mud, trampled by horses, skewered by spears or incinerated with magic. The second type of person was quite the opposite, they were subdued with their heads bowed in what might have been shame or regret. It was this second type of person that Sol hated the most and he felt it rise within him like bile and his teeth gritted together while his fists clenched. How dare they? How dare they pretend as though they understood what he had gone through just because they'd been told that war was hell or some variation of the same? Hell? It was just a word. The reality as much, much worse. Returning to the present, Sol knew where he'd seen the the look on Kaedes face before and his hands slowly curled into fists as he felt the anger beginning to simmer inside him. How dare she make that face? She had no right to pretend she knew how bad war could be. Sol had fought and bled for that right, his friends had died for the privilege and it felt like nothing short of blasphemy to see someone who had never been to war look like that. He shrugged off Kaede's light touch and drew in a slow, measured breath. "Forget the old question, I have a new one", he said, his voice suddenly containing a slight edge. "Where were you when the Boscans invaded Fiore? Who did you lose? What did they take from you?" He didn't shout or raise his voice as he asked the question. If anything he got quieter and his tone took on an intense quality as his eyes fixed on Kaede's. Perhaps it was irrational of him to feel so profoundly possessive, but if he was a rational person then he wouldn't be here in Fiore drinking himself into a perpetual stupor to escape from what he'd left behind in Bosco. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 21 2016, 01:43 PM Post #30 |
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It was with some small amount of surprise that Kaede saw Sol mocking her. She wasn't used to that sort of thing really. She had spent too long in the mountains no doubt, since people who came there always took the word of the Seers without question. "I never said it would bring peace. It may very well bring about the destruction of the world." She sighed and moved restlessly, the entirety of the memories of her time spend in the cave where her people dwelled trying to rush in on her all at once. She knew that it was something she should examine at some point, and let it heal. But she didn't have it in her to do so at that moment. Kaede saw him go distant on her for a moment, and then she felt her touch shook away is if she were some rabid thing he didn't want touching her. Anyone else would have blanched at his question, if they weren't a soldier on the front lines. Anyone else at all would have had the good sense to back away and pretend they were sorry, even if they weren't. Kaede, while she did go slightly pale, as if his words had slapped her in the face. She put her hands on her hips, any lingering trace of sadness gone. "I was busy being a child in the mountains, watching it all in huge ice structures. Every blow, ever stab of the sword, every single spell that failed, and the ones that succeeded. I watched while people died and I was powerless to stop it. I can feel sad for that. I am allowed to hurt that I lost countrymen. They didn't have to be my friends Sol, they just had to exist. The loss of any life is something worth mourning." Her cheeks were flushed with angry color, and she was close to tears. Not because she was sad, but because she was frustrated. Who did he think he was anyway, questioning her right to feel any emotion at all? What an asshole. Then she threw her parting jab, as his temperament belied a clear causation. "Who did you lose, when you sought out glory and only came home broken?" Then she walked around the corner, her anger making her tiny legs move faster than normal. It was about then that she ran into some large buffoon of a man, his hands picking her up easily and muffling would be screams. She bit at him, and he yelled and dropped her on her ass. So caught up were her fellows in the announcement of the coming war that they didn't seem to notice that she was in need of help. She scrambled back up, not really taking the time to look at her would-be-assailant before she bolted back around the corner she had just turned and ran toward Sol. She might be angry at him, but that didn't mean she hated him. "Big dude...Ow my ass...Dropped me. Tried to kidnap me." She was out of breath. She could easily have called on Ren, but in her torrent of emotion she wasn't sure it was such a good idea. |
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