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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 (670 Views) | |
| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 21 2016, 03:31 PM Post #31 |
Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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There was a chance that Sol might have taken a deep breath and let the matter drop. There was a chance that the soldier in him might have gone back to the darkest corner of his soul where he'd so unceremoniously kept it ever since he'd been released from the hospital and shipped off to a foreign land so his weakness didn't hinder his father's plans or ambitions. But that chance was swept away like a leaf caught in a hurricane as Kaede opened her mouth and snapped back. She watched people die? She saw them suffer? Was she really so childish as to think that she was justified in carrying the burden of every person who died that she had some kind of knowledge on? He could only imagine that to have seen anything of war in such a way that she admitted to not being there- nor anyone she knew by name- that she'd used magic and that too only served to rile him further. Did she think that she could liken some distant vision of people fighting with a blockbuster lachryma disc? Did she think that she was so patriotic as to embody the spirit of every Fioran who ever trod upon it? It wasn't even funny how naive she sounded, yet all he could do was laugh at the injustice of it all and when she retorted in kind with his own question as she stormed off, leaving him with a hundred things he wanted to shout after her but not being able to pick just one to articulate. In the end, she was already around the corner by the time he'd regained something approaching a sense of calm and his late answer came as a dark utterance under his breath. "I lost everyone... if you're lucky I'll never get the chance to say I told you so" Several seconds passed before he chided himself for dawdling. He had an entire city and all of its watering holes to explore. But as he turned and took his first steps in the opposite direction to where Kaede had vanished there was a sudden commotion as she reemerged looking significantly more disheveled than she had 30 seconds earlier and calling to him for help. he stopped and turned as she came skidding to a halt, gasping for breath and speaking between heaving pants about someone having accosted her. The first and most prominent response that came to mind was to tell her to beat it and leave him out of whatever problems she had. She was, after all, incredibly aggravating he'd recently decided and a mage whose own flagrant abuse of power was almost certainly the cause for her sudden popularity with alley dwelling thugs. Instead, he said nothing as he gazed over her heads towards the mouth of the alley where a hulking giant of a man emerged and upon spotting Kaede began to move towards her and still Sol said nothing. The giant seemed to realise that Kaede had come to Sol for assistance and came to a halt a short distance away and still Sol held his tongue. "Look buddy, that bitch trouble and you don't want any of it", the man growled, revealing several missing teeth, some of which had been filled in with various styles of false teeth whilst what few natural teeth he still had were stained yellow and Sol fancied he could almost smell the man's bad breath despite the distance between them. "Hey, I'm talking to you", the thug repeated, quickly becoming aggravated at Sol's unresponsiveness. "Look buddy, just walk away and forget you ever saw me or the girl or I can't be held responsible for your health". he grunted and began cracking his knuckles before turning his attention back to Kaede who was comically short in comparison. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 21 2016, 03:48 PM Post #32 |
Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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She didn't know why she had expected him to help. He was just a stranger after all, and one she had revealed probably too much about herself to. She could have easily handled this already. Yuu was more than capable of leveling someone with his magic, it was just that she hadn't wanted to risk him doing something stupid again. This seemed to be a direct issue which involved her health though. She glared at Sol's back as he remained both motionless and silent. He wasn't saying he would defend her, but he wasn't saying he wouldn't either. It was annoying. It was probably her fault. Bleeding heart that she was that meant, she had taken it upon herself to trump him up to more than he was and take pity on him to boot. She frowned outright. "I am not a bitch. You are an ass." Big words from someone so small. The hulking beast of a human being was just looking at her like she was stupid, and maybe laughing a little to himself if that wheezing thing he was doing could be considered laughing. She scowled now, her temper already short thanks to Sol, and now it was growing shorter. "Hey! Stop that! Stop laughing at me! Just because I'm shorter than you doesn't mean anything!" She was shorter then most adults she reflected. Children were really the only ones she had beat in the height contest. Not that it was a sore subject or anything. If she had any sense, she would stay behind Sol, and hope that he would lend her some kind of assistance. She didn't know what that sort of assistance might be, but she knew that it was better than nothing. Him standing stock still before her, not having moved or contradicted the big guy, didn't improve her mood. It wasn't as if she expected him to suddenly shout out that she was an angel and how dare the big man insult her. Something in the way of, no she's with me back off, however, might have been nice. How had they gone from him wanting to bang her yesterday to him loathing her in less than 24 hours? Tha hell had she done to deserve this? It didn't matter she guessed, as the big man started to make his advance. He was going to come try and kidnap her, and then she was going to call for her summons, and then it would all be moot cause he would be a pile of dead thing in the middle of the road, barely recognizable as having ever been human. Despite this line of reasoning, she really really didn't want to do the summoning thing. She was dehydrated, and tired, and hadn't slept nearly enough for her batteries to recharge properly. So she gave a last ditch effort to get Sol to help her, before she would do the summoning and help herself. She sighed behind him, her annoyance plain. "Are you really going to let me kidnapped by that giant over a few words of disagreement?" She sounded both sad and disappointed, which she was. She would summon Yuudai if she had to, but only if she had to. Now the giant was done playing around with her. He was headed their way, and Kaede closed her eyes, trying to find the strength to summon Yuudai, since she was fairly sure she was shit out of luck on the more mundane sort of help. Edited by Inara Serra, May 21 2016, 03:58 PM.
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 21 2016, 04:50 PM Post #33 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Although it may have looked like Sol was simply ignoring what was going on in front of him, or worse, content to leave Kaede to face whatever cruel fate that lay in store for her once the thug had her in his possession, the truth was that he was thinking. Thinking quite hard as a matter of fact. For although Kaede couldn't possibly have known it, there was far more at stake when it came to the consequences of his intervention than whether or not she turned up as a corpse floating around the docks in an act of revenge from those her summon had summarily beaten. As a former soldier, he'd sworn that he was done with the kind of violence that he'd been forced to make his own in order to survive. He sure as hell didn't come here to ignite a fresh bunch of scores when there were still plenty left waiting for him in Bosco and further abroad to boot. Then there was the fact that he wasn't a citizen of Fiore and furthermore, was technically a diplomats worst nightmare when taking the identity of his father into account. Honestly, since when did a simple street brawl become so complicated? life just wasn't fair sometimes, but the fact remained that he had a choice to make and a rapidly narrowing window of time in which to make it. Breaking his silence with a hefty sigh, Sol raised his gaze to the thug and spoke. "If you leave now, this doesn't have to get messy". There was no threat or mockery in his words, only reasonable sincerity and that was something that the thug couldn't relate to and immediately translated into weakness on the part of Kaede's would be protector. "Listen here little man, I work for the sort of people that you'd have nightmares about. I've been paid to do a job and if I don't do that job then things will get messy", he chuckled and cracked his neck from side to side as he prepared for the beating he was about to hand out. "I can promise you that you'll have an easier time explaining things to your employers than if you take one more step towards in this direction", Sol replied coolly. Now he'd done it. He'd made a threat and if- or more likely, when- the thug decided to ignore it then he'd have to make good on it. "Alright little man, just remember that I gave you a chance to walk away", the thug said and put one slow, deliberate foot forward like a child challenging parental authority. "You said that any loss of life is worth mourning didn't you?" He asked Kaede over his shoulder. "Will you mourn him?" Before Kaede or the thug could fully grasp the implication of what Sol had just said, he stepped forward and drove his right elbow into the giant's stomach using his left hand to add force to the attack. “Strange, isn't it", he mused as he watched the giant double over in a ghastly struggle for air. "Big men, small men, thin men, fat men, clever men, stupid men, they all respond the same to a fist in the guts. One minute you think you're the most powerful man in the world. The next you can't even breathe by yourself”. Seizing the gasping man by the hair, Sol dragged his face into his knee as he lifted it and felt with grim familiarity the sensation of cartilage breaking. Once. Twice. Three times. He repeated the attack in brutal fashion, blood spraying against the cobblestones at their feet. As it turned out, the same men who had employed the thug had also arranged for this particular area to be largely vacated- certainly of any law enforcement- which Sol had noticed and was also one of the reasons that he'd acted in the first place. At this point, the thug was beyond incapacitated, his nose crushed and his face reduced to a bleeding mess. This was where most people stopped and that was where most people made a grave mistake. If war had taught him one thing, it's that if you're going to start a dirty job then you'd better damn well finish it or you'd be guaranteeing yourself a world of trouble. Yanking sharply with the handful of hair he still held, he dragged the thug to the ground with ridiculous ease given the difference in their respective frames but it was amazing the sort of leverage a broken nose and a handful of hair could give you as the man sprawled face down in the street. Then he gave the man a vicious kick in the ribs and then another and another. It wasn't elegant or stylish like fights like this were made out to be in stories or movies, but this was reality and reality was rarely what stories or movies made it out to be as he felt ribs breaking beneath his blows. Then and only then did he step back to survey the twitching form of the thug who might have been trying to shout, but only a muffled squeal could be heard through the dirt and stone that made up the road. "Have.. mercy... please... I just... did... what I... was ordered...", the thug croaked. "I have... no grudge... with... either of you", he pleaded pitifully. "This isn't about you", Sol replied with grim resignation. "It's about sending a message", he sighed as he stomped on the back of the man's neck, breaking it with a hearty crunch. Turning away from the corpse, Sol was in no hurry to stick around as he faced Kaede. He wasn't about to explain himself, not here and not now. The message he'd spoken of was intended for the thug's employers, he simply had to hope it was clear enough for them to understand. Years of experience told him that they wouldn't be in a hurry to lose any more assets chasing a petty grudge, but there were never any guarantees. Kaede may have tried talking to him during the brutal ordeal she'd just witnessed but had taken less than three minutes from start to finish but if she did, Sol hadn't heard it and as he walked past her, he called over his shoulder, "You coming? I still need someone to show me around the city" |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 21 2016, 05:42 PM Post #34 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede opened her eyes as Sol spoke at last. It sounded not quite so much like a threat as it did like a warning. A very clear, don't do this, you will regret it. The Hulk's words didn't phase her. It was clear that without intercession, magical or otherwise, she was screwed. She needed to beef up a lot before she was able to take on this sort of threat. It irked her, that she had to rely on help from others to some extent. It wasn't as if she were the only person in history to ever find herself in this position, but she seemed to find herself in one where she required assistance a lot more than she liked or wanted. It harkened back to her days among her tribe, where she was forced to participate in the group activity which was Seeing. They needed the power of all of them for most of their stuff to work, and it had hurt her soul to share her power with them. Literally. Next was another warning, which sounded like a threat. Kaede's ears perked up. The carefree gallant person she had seen at the bar last night seemed to be absent at the moment. This was someone far more dangerous, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Part of her definitely did. She liked the thought of someone who could handle themselves, on a more primal level. The rest of her, the part that liked to be in charge and be the boss, was against such a display. Now he threw her words back at her, and she was wondering if he meant for her to respond or not. Instead, she kept her mouth closed and watched the display. She was, oddly enough, rearranging his backstory every time he moved, instead of wondering if the poor large man was going to make it. Now he was something very different from a pirate. Assassin maybe? Spy? Someone with loads of training in combat anyway, which most pirates lacked in her limited experience. She didn't say a word, just watched as Sol beat the man down, and then did exactly what she should have let Yuudai do to the other three at the end. He might have expected a plethora of emotions to be running across her face. And some part of her, however small and inconsequential, did mourn the man he had killed. Not the idiot who had decided she was his enemy for no more reason than paltry money. But she knew how fate wove and twined and intersected. She knew it was a specific pattern which had brought him to this point, and she mourned that he had, perhaps at one time, been given a choice to take this tangled weave, and make something better of it. So instead, there was only the smallest amount of sadness, followed by a sort of curious wonder. She didn't touch the body, that was asking for trouble. But she was terribly curious. "Coming!" she called after Sol, suddenly aware he was moving away from her, and that he was asking if she meant to follow. "Thank you." She said this quietly once her tiny legs caught up to his. As they made it out onto the street proper, she pointed out a café. "We could go have coffee if you like." There was nothing in her demeanor which suggested she thought either more or less of him than she had before their little tiff. Where most people would be throwing up their breakfast, she was asking about coffee. She was an odd one, to be sure. One day, maybe, she would communicate to him how, with each death she had Seen in the great ice, she had also felt and lived each life. But for now, she was content to get things back toward a more normal track. Plus, she didn't exactly know how to explain those things to him. So it slipped her mind to mention it nearly immediately. "Is there something in particular you'd like to see instead?" |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 29 2016, 04:14 PM Post #35 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol paused in stride to let Kaede catch up to him and whatever irritation he may have experienced earlier, there was no sign of it now. Funny how brutally murdering someone can put things in perspective. Or maybe it was sad that he couldn't go a full day in a foreign country without getting blood on his hands. Sure, he could think of a hundred different excuses for doing it. The man had been a lowlife, a scumbag, he'd threatened the safety of someone of arguably greater merit and had certainly done the same to many more in the past. Yet not one of the justifications did anything to ease the gnawing feeling of unease that was beginning to stir in his gut. He'd always told himself that war had made him a monster. He'd insisted to himself that the blood on his hands wasn't his fault, but rather that of those who commanded him and those like him to fight and kill. But just now there had been no commander giving him orders. Just a frightened girl asking for help. She hadn't asked him to kill, he'd done that all on his own and the truth of that hit him like a slap in the face. He'd left Bosco to escape the fighting and the killing and yet it seemed like it had followed him here like a shadow. "I've never tasted Fioran coffee", he remarked thoughtfully as he scratched the side of his head just above his ear. "Do you know any good places?" There were no outward signs of the questions that had just been raised and they were questions that should have been asked a long time ago but now it was too late and before he even realised it, they'd been pushed into the back of his mind as had become his subconscious habit leaving him unburdened and free once more in the most superficial way possible. "I'd like to go somewhere with a view, it's not often I get to to relax and see so much as a blade of grass, much less the rivers forests and mountains you have here. heck, you can even see the sky", he chuckled wistfully as he turned his gaze to the heavens to illustrate his point. Most Fiorans would think him mad for such a comment, as surely only those who'd been locked underground would miss out on such things or perhaps he was merely exaggerating. But the sad truth was that for years, the only reason Sol ever left the capitol was to fight and when he wasn't fighting, he was in the capitol. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 30 2016, 05:38 AM Post #36 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede pointed out another café not much farther away. They had the best coffee in town, she informed him quite solemnly. Some things she didn't mind joking about. Food and most especially either alcohol or coffee were not some of those things. It struck her as odd as Sol looked up to the sky, but his eyes kept wandering over things as though he were drinking them in. Again, in her mind, she adjusted the story slightly. Maybe he was from somewhere like her homeland that was mostly frozen. Dark and grey and without blue sky was more or less how her life had been until her first Sending. She had reveled in the sunshine, and how it seemed to thaw her bones. Being able to run without shoes and fear of dying immediately of pneumonia had been lovely as well. Not that there wasn't anything about the North which she didn't miss. She wouldn't say that in a million years. There was a sort of stark and barren beauty in such places which could not be found anywhere else in the world. She love the sudden silences of the frozen lands, and how the wind would sweep through with icy fingers, prying the breath from one's lungs to be delivered elsewhere. She also, though, happened to love the sun, and growing things. It had been in her fifteenth year before she actually even saw a flower for the first time. Kaede remembered vividly being captivated by the silky soft petals and the lush scents they gave off. She had stood for hours in the middle of a field and reveled in it with absolute childish abandon. "I'm really sorry." She said this meekly just before they reached the shop proper that she had pointed out. "Mel's Coffee House" was painted on the windows in arching golden lettering. Her face was perfectly calm and solemn. She didn't intend for it to slip out while she was thinking happy things. About her flowers, and how she had fallen in love with them. "I'm not trying to be cheeky. I know I have no right to presume I know anything about war, or even death really. To you, it's just me talking out my ass I'm sure. What you don't get is...I felt every death I saw. I wasn't just there, I was...there." She shuddered at the recollection, even as she whispered it to Sol. It wasn't as though the visions were like that for most of the Seers of the Mountain. It was just herself, like so many other things. The same thing had happened when she had discovered both Ren and Yuudai waiting to make contracts with her. She had lived their stories, seen them from children on up to adulthood. She had watched them die, and felt her own breath leave her body. It wasn't an easy thing, and she felt like more often than not her gifts were really merely a curse. Perhaps her mother had pissed off the wrong mage when she left his bed cold the day after she used him. Who knew? "Anyway...This is my apology. Not trying to make you understand. Most people couldn't you know. But I am just saying sorry mostly for getting you into so much trouble today. You didn't have to intercede, you could have just let him take me and be done with it." Kaede had been terrified in the moment. Now she was basically shrugging off what might have ended up being a fate worse than death. She knew full well that cute girls tended to be sold, and not as housekeepers to friendly old men. She sighed and looked up at Sol as they reached just outside the door of the shop. She tugged on his sleeve in such a way as to call his attention down to her little face, turned up with curiosity. "Why did you help anyway? I'm not even that special you know." |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Jun 4 2016, 09:21 AM Post #37 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol was surprised to hear an apology of any sort from Kaede now that he'd come to develop an understanding of how stubborn she could be, though any pleasure he might have taken from it was quickly jeopardised by her next words 'what you don't get is...'. Though he had his back to her as they walked, he almost perceptibly bristled as he prepared for whatever her next words were going to be. Except... they weren't what he expected and he actually stopped and turned to face her, his head tilted ever so slightly to one side as he examined her. "You... felt their deaths?" Though phrased as a question, it sounded just as much like he was musing to himself. Weighing up the words, tasting them, assessing them for truth and finally scratching the right side of his temple once again. "Something to do with that magic of yours?" The more he learned about magic and the people who practiced it, the less he understood what all the fuss was about. It seemed impossible to do so much as throw a fireball without having to pay some exorbitant emotional or psychological price and here was just another example just waiting to be added to his argument. "The world is an unfair place", he mused ruefully. "Those who kill feel nothing but relief for having survived whilst those who watch from afar feel the death as their own. Perhaps if it was the other way around then we'd finally find something resembling peace", he chuckled grimly. "But I'd like to know, what does it feel like? To die I mean..." Sol didn't know what drove him to ask the question, maybe some part of him believed that if he could in some way understand what everyone he'd ever put in the ground felt then he could justify it more easily... or maybe he was just morbidly curious. Whatever the case was, Sol wasn't the only one with questions and Kaede's was easy enough to answer, albeit not entirely honestly. "As I saw it, I had a choice. Either I left you alone and you died, or I intervened and died instead. In the end, I figured if I saved your life then maybe you'd agree to join me in bed tonight... without the aid of alcohol", he shrugged and jerked a thumb towards the entrance to the coffee shop, "shall we then?" But what he didn't tell Kaede was that for the one time he'd stepped in to help someone like her in the face of someone like the man he'd killed... there were dozens when he'd stood idly by. He'd watched comrades loot, plunder and rape. They'd all begged, screamed and pleaded for someone- anyone- to help and more often than not he'd been content to tell himself that he was innocent so long as he didn't get involved. Perhaps a good man would have resolved to even the scales, but Sol Castus was not a good man... that ship had sailed long ago. Today he hadn't turned his back and whilst it wasn't nearly enough to balance the scales, it would have to do the trick, because he wasn't about to make a habit of it. Sol Castus was, after all, no hero. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jun 13 2016, 03:09 AM Post #38 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede stopped. She thought perhaps he knew the weight of taking a life. She tried again to explain the feeling but couldn't quite bring herself to do so. Here on this sunny sidewalk on a nearly peaceful day, she didn't want the chill touch of death to hang over her. She had made a new life for herself here in Poinsettia, and she intended to stick to that. It wasn't as though she ever wanted to relive a single moment of any of those deaths. And there had been thousands. Civilians and warriors, knights and Kings. She had felt them all. So softly, she gave a short reply. "I won't speak of that here. But I will say only, that the poorest pauper and the richest King die exactly the same way. It means nothing, in the end." She shivered slightly and then turned back toward the shop. It was just such a defeatist thing to say, she couldn't bring herself to own it completely. So instead she rapidly changed the subject. "Coffee is a good start I need more of that." Of course Sol's reasoning caught her off guard, and she found herself immediately laughing in the street. Openly laughing like a maniac. A very unladylike snort issued from her, and she stopped laughing abruptly, wiping tears out from under her eyes. "That's just..." She breathed deeply a few times. "I think it's pretty cute you're still trying to get laid. But I told you. Sex isn't any fun. Not even close to all it's cracked up to be. So why would I want to do it again ever?" What might surprise her companion most was the fact that she meant every word. She was still innocent in so many ways. She skipped the rest of the way to the coffee shop, unusually light hearted now that Sol had managed to make her laugh harder than she probably ever had in all her life. The inside of the coffee shop was quiet and cozy. Kaede made herself at home in a booth and ordered a cup of piping hot coffee with whipped cream and more than a little creamer. It smelled delicious. As she sipped at the frothing drink, nearly immediately burning her poor tongue, she sighed. A bit of the foam managed to get on her nose, painting an adorable picture against the window. She had nearly forgotten her other troubles back at the bar. For once she really wished Snow was closer so that she could ask her what to do. "Thanks again Sol. I'm really sorry that I don't like sex and stuff. Or I would probably do it with you." She gave a sigh as she was mentally berated by her summons for even marginally putting that sort of thing on offer. She was a grown woman though, and she would say what she wanted. Despite the cute outward appearance, inside she was seething. The two voices shut off again nearly immediately, this time of their own volition. Their mistress was beyond pissed on the inside, and both feared her wrath. Even the innocent. Yuudai was thinking he might seriously be going back to the edge of nothingness from whence she summoned him. "Anyway. I guess I can at least mix you some drinks if the chance arises again. Oh. Ma'am?" A waitress appeared like magic. "Can I have some waffles please? Extra butter. Tiny bit of syrup. And a refill on my coffee." The woman nodded and then started in the opposite direction. Kaede was wondering how she was going to deep breath manage to keep the Inn from going under, keep the Knights off her ass, keep these goons from sending more assholes after her, and keep Sol from climbing into her bed tonight. It was a lot to accomplish in one day. She definitely needed more caffeine. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Jun 14 2016, 12:59 PM Post #39 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol chuckled mirthlessly as Kaede told him about as much as he'd guessed for himself about death... it treated everyone more or less the same and certainly didn't make allowances based on merit, status, wealth or power. It was, in that regard, the great equalizer. Still, it would have been nice to be told differently. That maybe there was some reason or rhyme to what happened in battle and in life. So many taken before their time and so many more that were allowed to live with far less merit. It was a fools errand to seek meaning in the chaos, but he was foolish enough to try anyone... on occasion. few had ever accused Sol of being easily deterred when it came to the fairer sex and Kaede had certainly come to see that side of him and he was glad that it amused her, because while she was amused it meant there was still a chance for him. So while he grinned sheepishly at her hilarious dismissal of his latest blatant attempt to get in her pants... this amusement only lasted for a few moments before being replaced with disbelief and then he was the one who was laughing so hard he could barely walk in a straight line. This made it difficult, but luckily not impossible for him to make it inside the coffee shop where they sat facing each other at a table near the window. He didn't know what to say first when there were so many different things he wanted to point out and to clarify and to argue with the girl all vying to leave his throat at once. He'd never had to do much explaining when it came to sex. Lots and lots of cajoling, bargaining and flattering, but nary a single instance of explaining, so this was both a thrillingly novel experience for him as well as one that bore a rather significant amount of responsibility... and he was still fighting very hard not to relapse into laughter at the situation he found himself in. "Despite my dogged persistence, I do know when to give up on a lost cause", he said after finally gaining the composure required for this conversation. "But I have a few important questions to ask before I can write you off as one", he added with a cheeky wink. "You've obviously had sex before, but I can't help but wonder... did you only do it a few times?" It would of course seem like both an exceptionally personal question and an invasive one and Sol immediately saw the look of flustered hesitation and decided to change his tack. "Wait, let me try and do this another way. You like alcohol right?" He knew the answer to that question already after the way that their first night together went, so he continued assuredly with his unfolding analogy. "Do you remember the first time you tasted it?" He paused for a moment to giver her time to think back and then forged ahead once more, "I'm betting it was an acquired taste, right?" Well sex, for girls, is actually very similar, he explained whilst feeling very pleased about his little analogy. "Without turning this into a lesson on biology, lets just say that- like with alcohol- your body isn't used to sex and it takes time and repetition to grow accustomed to it, but when you do -like with alcohol- you develop a taste for it and then I promise you without a shadow of a doubt that it's the best feeling there is- bar none", he declared with complete and utter sincerity. "So while I completely understand why you're not a fan of sex, if you imagine it as alcohol again, wouldn't you say that it was worth the time it took to get used to it in order to enjoy it as much as you do now?" Then he leaned in a little to whisper in conspiratorial fashion, "plus, sex is better than alcohol... it's been scientifically proven", he grinned. Then he leaned out again as the waitress returned with more coffee and food which she placed down in front of him and he gratefully took a gulp of the hot black liquid. "You were right, the coffee is amazing", he noted appreciatively. He didn't know if anything he'd said on the previous subject matter would influence Kaede enough to convince her to give him a shot, but he'd done just about everything he could think of to persuade her and all that was left at this stage was just to give it time... or at least as much time as he remained in this city anyway. But the distinct feeling of being so close to getting what he wanted but simultaneously so far away might just be enough to keep him here for longer than he'd initially planned. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jun 14 2016, 01:30 PM Post #40 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede squinted at Sol as he said he was giving up. He was totally not giving up. She could see it on his face. She sighed and sipped at her coffee again and wiped the foam off the tip of her nose. She felt like a kid when she ate sometimes. She was never able to do so without making a smallish mess. She lacked the grace and poise of other girls her age. Silly she knew, but still. He finished his sentence and she said, "Aha!" under her breath. A few minutes later she was listening to his questions. She remembered her first taste of whiskey very well. She had snuck it out of the old woman's cabinet who lived in the valley, and she had taken a sip without asking. It had burned like fire to start with. Pain all the way down from her mouth to her gut. But it had been a big sip for an 8 year old girl. And she had liked the way it made her feel. Pleasantly warm and unaccountably both happy and relaxed. That was why she had picked up the habit. "Yep. I remember." She wondered just where he could possibly be going with this. His initial question had had her blushing up to her ears, and she was refusing to answer that one at all. It was none of his business, she thought sullenly. "What's that got to do with anything?" The question came out testy and slightly annoyed. She was used to people asking her too many questions. She had summons who didn't remember their past lives. So of course questions were common. But she didn't like that Sol was so stuck on bedding her without even really knowing her. Boys were dumb like that though she guessed. His metaphor didn't go amiss though. He was right about the whiskey part for sure. As for the rest...Well...She wasn't going to make a judgement on that. After all, she had only done the notorious IT like four or five times all told maybe. And her partner, while vigorous, was hardly one to take his time or make it fun for her. So she sighed as Sol finished his analogy and the waitress returned with her food. She dug in nearly immediately, talking to him with her mouth full of waffles. "Thas a good ana'l'gy and evryfink. But," she swallowed the first bite and tried to talk again. Better this time. "I really don't see what makes you think you have the qualifications to become my preferred brand of whiskey as it were." She took another bite of her food and she looked ponderously at him. "Must think a lot of yourself I'd say. But that's neither here nor there. The point is, I know it can be ok. But usually only when I do it by myself. So. I don't know why you think I'd need you to make it more fun." She had no idea she had just alluded to something that would likely make the man forget how to drink coffee for a few seconds. "If you think the coffee is good, you should try these waffles. They're awesome. Gonna see how big of a bite I can take without dying. Don't let me strangle ok?" And she did just that, suddenly back into girlish mode, and her problems waiting just beyond the fluffy stack of syrup covered waffles in front of her. Edited by Inara Serra, Jun 14 2016, 01:32 PM.
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