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| Never Forgive, Never Forget; Arc Thread 1/4 | |
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| 座 Sachio | Jul 6 2016, 04:02 AM Post #1 |
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“The past does not define me, it ignites me. The past is not a piece of me, it has placed me” ― Ricky Maye Chapter 1 "I hear you. I'm up. Scram." With a yawn, Sachio sat up in bed. He looked over to see the light from the edges of his closed window was beginning to dim. "Damn cats." He said with a grumble while he ruffled he stretched. He was enjoying his nap, but he knew the cats were just doing their job. Sachio had his usual training sessions with Artorius soon, and based on the light he saw from his window, he had time to prepare. Sachio swung his legs off the side of his bed and planted them firmly on the ground. Getting out of bed took the man a few steps. No one ever liked leaving the warm embrace of their bed. Sleep and being comfortable had to be stronger than magic. After another few yawns, Sachio finally stood up. He dragged his feet as he shuffled to the bathroom to relieve himself. He stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. His raven black hair covered half of his face which left one bright red pupil to stare back at him in his reflection. He looked tired still, which was to be expected. Sachio had been asleep for eight hours. This was how his days went lately. He slept most of the day away and handled most of, if not all of his business as the sun went down. Perhaps it was old habits from his days he spent in the shadows. This sleeping pattern fortunately fit with his friends and even Dandelion itself. It was a place where people like himself flourished. That was a big part of why he liked living here now. With life finally returning to Sachio's body, the young man dressed himself in his standard training attire, a black bodysuit, and headed to fill his stomach. He forwent the shower that accompanied most 'mornings', as there was little point to clean himself when he was about become dirty from training. The after workout shower was a reward in itself anyway. With another glance out of a large window as he walked down the hallway, Sachio surmised that he had about an hour before he was to meet Artorius in the Ashworth Manor gym. He was was impressed by this place even though he had been living here for a little while now. It's grandeur mixed with a feeling of history and a hint of mystery caused Sachio to appreciate every nook and cranny in the place. He also happened to be extremely fond of cats. Oh boy were there cats. As he walked down the halls of the manor, Sachio weighed his food options. To cook or run out for food. Tough choices for the man. He ultimately decided to prepare his own food since he only had an hour left. His meal was already planned in his head before he even made it to the kitchen. He needed something light that also provided him with energy for the training session. The only logical choice was a protein bar. He would settle for this and make up for it later. Sachio knew sometimes after their training sessions, he and Artorius would visit the local bar and indulge. It was a great way to relax and celebrate a day well spent. Sachio had to admit he sort of enjoyed these slower days. There was nothing exciting going on around here which gave Sachio time to enjoy himself. While he absolutely loved his little excursions, they just made days like this one that much more enjoyable. Life needs a nice balance of excitement and normality. With a blank face, Sachio bit into the protein bar he fished from a box in the pantry. A black cat walked by as he chewed which caused him to pause. He thought about Blair who was recovering from a near fatal incident during one of his trips. With a huff, he finished his protein bar and headed to the gym. He had time to kill, so he figured he would start warming up. Sachio just wanted to clear his mind of worry about his partner. The gym was empty when Sachio arrived, which was good for him since he liked working out alone. He put in his headphones and began playing music with a fast tempo so that it could go along with his workout. Sachio started with a series of stretches before he began lifting anything. Even though he was a 'mighty Dragon Slayer', he was still human and he did not want to pull a muscle. Sachio began reaching for his toes, twisting his body, and rolling his shoulders. After a few different stretches, Sachio started off light and performed a few kata while his body relaxed itself. He danced around the gym as he practiced his forms, each attack like a snakes strike. His style of martial arts consisted of mostly spear hands and 'snake hand' strikes, as opposed to closed fists. His feet moved quickly and with deliberation, breaking imaginary enemies' footing with insteps. His form resembled a hunt more than a martial art. This was the way of the snake. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 6 2016, 05:04 PM Post #2 |
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It was evening. Much of the day had already expired, and the remnant rays of sunlight that stretched over the continent were fast diminishing, flickering like a candle. When all the wax was spent, the flame was extinguished, and night took over, and Nine Lives came out to play. Though, their Guild Master had already been up for at least sixteen hours. For most men, such a cycle was unbearable. It left an excruciatingly little amount of time to actually sleep. But Artorius wasn't most men; he had trained his body to work on as little sleep. There was simply too much work to be done to sleep normally. Now that Nine Lives was a legitimate guild there was an endless amount of papers to be filed. Artorius thought that he had reached the light at the end of the tunnel once the guild had been made official, but he had been dead wrong. Artorius toiled over stacks of paper as he sat in his personal office. Finances, transactions, writs, job requests, it took ages to sort them through, and even longer to read them. Artorius nearly threw one of the guild cats across the room when it knocked one of the waist-high stacks of paper off of his desk. The man refrained for the sake of his own sanity, but when a noisy alarm began beeping loudly Artorius could feel a vein in his forehead popping out. But then he remembered what the alarm was for. He had an appointment. Training. Artorius spent time working with every member of the guild, helping to hone their skills. Most of the members of Nine Lives brought useful skills to the table. Sachio and Gale were expert assassins, Snow and Ryan were exceptional hunters and marksmen with their own distinct choice of weapons. The other two members, Alice and Neos, were blank slates comparatively, but that made them exceptional in that they were in one of the most pristine places to pick up these skills. Fortunately, they were fast learners. What Artorius trained the others in was in martial combat, hand-to-hand and especially swordsmanship. Though the others were skilled in the art, particularly Gale and Sachio, Artorius was a step above the rest. It wasn't too large of a stretch to say he was one of the most skilled swordsmen alive today. Failing that, he was the fastest. His unarmed abilities were of equal reputation, too. Artorius had learned from three masters in their art: Sullivan's Madurai, Mokalure's Zenurik, and Dadao's traditional Wudang Quan. Artorius had even taken what he learned from these arts and combined it into his own efficient style that he called the Naramon. Today, Artorius was tutoring Sachio. Specifically, he was sparring against him. Leaving his stack of disheveled papers behind him, Artorius threw his jacket over one of his shoulders and made way for the Ashworth gym. There, Sachio was busying himself, performing a myriad of different kata. The man's movements were swift, beginning by standing at an idle, neutral stance before striking forward with quick speed as his limbs uncoiled like a serpent's body. Artorius recognized how unique the style Sachio's dragon had taught him. It used swift strikes with pin-point precision, aiming at an imaginary foe's weakspots as he shadowboxed, like a snake hunting a rat. It was unlike Relyk's movements which were focused on pure lightning speed and thundering power, or Suijin's which flowed like water and crashed like a wave. Compared to the others, Artorius' used a series of swift strikes and rotational movements, and especially feints which disguised greater and more powerful blows. "All warmed up?" Artorius said. "I'm going in dry." |
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| 座 Sachio | Jul 8 2016, 04:27 AM Post #3 |
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The movements Sachio went through had become less of something he thought about doing, and more of something that came about on their own. His fighting style had become instinct. The hooking kicks, the thrusts, the retreats, all part of who and what he was. Venurium had opened the door and pushed him through, but since leaving her tutelage, he had explored the new world with a ravenous hunger. It all felt fitting to him. The assassin who learned to be a Dragon and mimic the Snake. Sachio advanced in a straight line with a series of spear handed thrusts, retracting each hand back to form a 'Z' shape. He finished the flurry of attacks with a small burst of magic that was shaped like a snakes head, that simply faded a few inches away from his right hand after it lashed out. He found the repetition of these forms to be calming. He had performed the same katas over and over, but they helped him relax and prepare for the intensity that usually followed. Before long, Artorius had arrived to the gym. He was dressed in his usual hoodie, which didn't surprise Sachio. It would be more shocking if he didn't have the dark blue on him. Sachio smiled at the man's words. "I suppose so." He said, stretching again. Training with Artorius was always intense, but it helped Sachio grow faster than he would with someone who wasn't as skilled. It was also nice to learn from a more experienced Dragon Slayer. Artorius had far more time with the magic than Sachio did, so there was always something new to learn from the Guild Master. "We goin' straight into hand to hand today?" Sachio asked. It was likely that this was going to be the case. "Let's make this count." After the last syllable left his mouth, Sachio charged the man with a series of spear handed strikes that were aimed at the eyes, neck and groin. Sachio never had to worry about holding back against Artorius due to the large gap in prowess. Even so, Sachio's attacks were stopped with little effort. Sachio's goals in these training sessions had to be something realistic, like 'Cause Artorius to use just a little more exertion' since that was all he could aim for. The hand to hand went mostly like they usually do: Sachio covered in bruises. He didn't mind the pain, as each day helped him progress further and further. He at least kept things fresh for Artorius, as he had continued to adapt to the Smoke Dragon Slayer's style. Surprising him was one of the few things he could do to ever hope to land a solid hit on him. Sachio grabbed a towel and wiped himself off, as the session had caused him to perspire a bit. "You're ridiculous man. Maybe we should have switched Dragons." Sachio joked, rejoining Artorius. The next bit was usually the magic portion of the training. This is what Sachio really enjoyed. His was still new to the whole Dragon Slayer thing, so learning how to further harness it's power was something he wanted to do as fast as he could. The sheer destructive force was intoxicating. He had seen what Artorius could do with it, and he couldn't wait for the day he was able to produce that level of magic. "What do you have for us today for magic?" Sachio asked Artorius, as he held on to the towel that was around his neck. Edited by Sachio, Jul 8 2016, 04:35 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 10 2016, 02:08 AM Post #4 |
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Sachio weaved his strikes together with exceptional speed and precision, his hands striking and flowing, carving through the air like a serpentine river through the earth. Had his hands and feet struck a man, the flesh would be carved and flayed right off the bone. But, where Sachio struck, he hit nothing but air. Artorius hadn't just blocked, parried, or deflecting Sachio's strikes -- he merely made them all miss completely. The Smoke Dragon Slayer's speed was impeccable, second-to-none within the guild, actually. It was exemplified in the way he fought. It is not the nature of smoke to meet force with equivalent or even a greater force. Its role is to slip past, fade through the cracks, and disappear. Ephemeral, but ever so much as deadly as any other element, perhaps even moreso given how oft-underestimated it was. But Artorius wasn't underestimated here. Sachio knew much of Artorius' abilities. Perhaps not the extent of it, only Artorius himself knew what he was truly capable of, but underestimating his fellow Slayer was certainly not in Sachio's wheelhouse. Yet, Sachio fought with everything he had, fighting with lethality, speed, precision, and keen focus. Even so, Artorius continued to slip, to weave, to duck, and dodge, resulting in Sachio never landing a hit. And for every hit Sachio would attempt, Artorius struck back. He'd duck underneath a jab, slipping away from danger, dodging to the left and throwing his own jab at Sachio. When a kick came flying, it would seemingly hit Artorius, but the blow would never hit something solid, only air, and Artorius would already be behind his training partner with a kick to the back. At the end of it, the mat they trained on was covered in sweat. Sachio was covered in bruises and sweat, but there was a consolation prize for how hard he fought. When Artorius originally began training with Sachio like this, Artorius never once broke a sweat. But now, there was a faint sheen to his skin, a soft glowing glisten of perspiration. If Sachio noticed, no doubt would he feel a hint of pride swell in his chest. But the feeling probably wouldn't last long. It was time for them to move onto the next leg of their training session. Magic, one of the defining things of what it meant to be a Dragon Slayer. So far, they had only practiced the basics. They were mostly various drills designed to push Sachio to the limit, to see how much casting he could endure before he had to consume his element. But now, it was time for more advanced lessons. For this, Artorius led Sachio out of the manor and into the backyard, where there was ample space in the form of several dozen yards of grass and greenery for them to practice in. "You can breathe your element, you can make weapons out of it, but this is only the beginning of what it means to be a Dragon Slayer," Artorius said while he took several steps away from Sachio. "To truly master your element, you must learn the role of your element in this world. What can poison do? What it can accomplish that other elements can't? What can you do that others can't? More importantly, what is the purpose of your magic? These are questions that you must ask yourself if you wish to gain strength." "In my case," Artorius began, taking a few more steps back before taking a few deep, steady breaths. "Smoke can be a deadly force," Artorius fired off a single blast of smoke out of his hand, tearing a branch of a tree with devastating force. "But, while it can be forceful, its true nature is one of mystery, of ascension. When Minstrelians honor their ancestors, they light offerings of incense. The incense burns, and the smoke rises until finally it becomes invisible, as if swallowed by the heavens. Is that not like the transition of matter into spirit? As a funeral pyre burns and the smoke rises, it's as though the immortal soul leaves the mortal body behind." "When I fight, I fight not with force. I fight with tranquility, with focus, and ephemerality. Though I can rip a man limb from limb," Artorius fired two more blasts, shooting two more branches from a tree. "The nature of my magic is more useful for guiding a soul to its place of rest." Artorius waved his arm, and from it came a slow-moving cloud of smoke. As it traveled, the air seemed to grow silent, until finally it hit the same tree, and the leaves and bark faded away, leaving only smooth wood beneath. "I think I'll have that made into a table," Artorius commented to himself wryly. "Take a moment, Sachio. Meditate. Focus your mind on what it means to use poison. Not what you can do with it, but what it's for. Once you have that, show it to me." Edited by Mazohyst, Jul 10 2016, 02:10 AM.
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| 座 Sachio | Jul 13 2016, 02:38 AM Post #5 |
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The next part of their training took place outside, in the manor's own backyard. Sachio had come out there a few times before to practice katas and workout, when the weather was particularly nice. It was always quiet out there. All the wide open space with nothing but plant life and sparse furniture, made it a great place to escape to when you wanted peace and tranquility. It was out here where Artorius began explaining the uses of his own magic to Sachio, and helped him think about what it meant to be a Dragon Slayer. He remembered his lessons with Venurium and how she explained the heart and soul of being a Poison Dragon Slayer. Between the fighting style she taught him and the applications of the magic, Sachio had a pretty good idea of what his magic was for. Sachio closed his eyes and meditated as instructed. Sachio's mind wandered as he began thinking about his magic. A scene of a snake slithering about had popped into his head. The black snake blended in with the cover of night and silently approached a small mouse who was completely unaware. When it got into range, the snake struck like lightning, leaving the rat to lay there, suffering from the paralyzing venom that was injected into it in the blink of an eye. After the rat's heart stopped beating, the snake gobbled up it's prize. With a smirk, Sachio opened his eyes and figured out something that pretty much summed up his magic, much like Artorius described his own. "Poison is often regarded as coward's tool. I like to think of it as a smart choice. When introduced to the body, it wrecks havoc and debilitates, this much is known. For me, it allows minimal exertion when trying to take down an enemy due to it's deadly nature. I strike from the shadows, crippling a foe before it even knows what is going on. It allows me to be a hunter. A true predator. My magic is one that allows me to break a man down from the inside, until he is begging for death. Poison is more than just a cheap trick. It is what allows me to survive. It is the power to turn the tides and make any fight a fight that is able to be won. People fear poison and hate it because of it's effectiveness." Sachio looked at the tree closest to the one Artorius had essentially sanded, and breathed a stream of poison that engulfed it. Although Sachio's magic wasn't nearly as powerful as Artorius's, the poison was enough to start melting the tree's exterior and turn the leaves into a puddle on the ground. Sachio was rather fond of his magic. "I base myself on the snake, much like my master, Venurium. I prioritize quick movements and barrages to debilitate my opponent to make them that much easier to finish off. While my poison is corrosive in nature, it also has the effect of sapping it's victim's vitality. Yet another way how I soften up big targets to make them manageable, or cause further hopelessness in those equal or weaker. I am a predator." Sachio looked back at the tree Artorius used his magic on. "I agree. Get that turned into a nice table. I'm thinking maybe a coffee table with dragons whittled in?" As usual, Sachio had grown just a bit more from the training session. Perhaps his favorite part of these was what came after though. "So, clean up and we hit the bar?" Sachio asked Artorius. He needed a shower and a change of clothes before he got to enjoy his post training relaxation. Edited by Sachio, Jul 14 2016, 08:09 PM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 15 2016, 02:16 AM Post #6 |
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Artorius listened to Sachio speak openly about his magic. There was passion in his voice and wonder in his eyes as he spoke. Artorius wondered if he was the same when he talked about his own abilities. It gave Artorius some much needed insight on his companion's element of choice, causing Artorius to make a few realizations, as well as confirm a few suspicions. He had always thought Sachio's and his own elements were similar in application. Sachio's poison moved like a gas, where inhalation of these deadly vapors could sow terror in a man, debilitating them, killing them. In this, smoke was of a similar function, capable of moving en masse, and slowly choking a man until he drew his last breath. But the similarities ended there. Poison was about its deadliness, striking with speed, or simply from the shadows, but while smoke had the ability to kill, its true purpose and application lay elsewhere. Soon, the remainder of their session came to a pass, and it was now time for some much needed rest and relaxation. For Sachio and Artorius, this came in the form of a local bar, a place which Artorius had been frequenting since before he was old enough to reach the countertop. A lot of drunk men and women made for easy pockets to pick. For Artorius, the Laughing Vagabond at Dandelion's east end was something of a home to him, second only to the manor in which he grew up and now lived in. The two quickly cleaned up, showering in their respective rooms, before finally reconvening in the Ashworth's parlor where they would make the trek to the Laughing Vagabond. Though, in truth it was no mere walk. For, even though they had showered and freshened up, Artorius always elected to take a certain path on the way to the bar. A few streets were crossed, buildings climbed, rooftops leaped off of, and the rogue reached there in record time. Artorius had made running through the Thieves Highway, the network of rooftops connected by planks of rotting wood or mere skill and ability, on the way to the bar the last exercise before they were finally and truly done for the day. Though, it was one hell of an obstacle course, one which stretched and worked virtually every muscle in the body. However, the two had done this course so often that they hadn't broke more than a few of sweat. |
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| 座 Sachio | Jul 18 2016, 11:48 PM Post #7 |
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Hot water poured over Sachio, soothing the bruises that covered him from his training. Most of his body ached, although the ex-assassin knew a bit about pain. It never hindered him if he could help it. Still, it was quite satisfying when he switched the hot water to cold. The change in temperature helped his muscles relax further and help dull the aching. This was part of his favorite post training activities. The other came next: alcohol. After getting himself fresh and clean, Sachio switched into his usual black clothing. This was how most of his days went lately. He rejoined with Artorius before the two of them took off towards the Laughing Vagabond. Their path of choice is what Artorius called the Thieves Highway. He took Sachio there to further hone his skill in mobility and maneuvering. It took a bit of effort to traverse effectively and quickly as intended, but Sachio's preexisting grace and nimbleness always made it fun for him. The first few times through did take some getting used to, but Sachio was no stranger to finding different avenues of travel. He was an assassin, so finding different and secret routes to targets and for fast getaways was extremely common for him. The two arrived at their tavern of choice and headed in to secure a spot at the bar. Sachio liked sitting right in the middle of the bar so that drinks got to him quickly and he was always near the bartender. Sachio was an impatient man when it came to his alcohol. Fortunately, two seats were open for them. Tonight wasn't as busy as it sometimes got. That just meant even more service for Sachio. "Yo Clovis. You already know, red wine." Sachio said as he sat down at the bar. Clovis was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, who almost always had a smile on his face. His skin was tan and showed his experience with the start of fine wrinkles. "Hello Sachio. Hello to you as well Artorius, always good to see you. What are you drinking?" After receiving Artorius's order, he went to preparing their drinks. "What have you been up to lately man? You always have some cool adventure to talk about." Sachio said as he shifted to get comfortable on his stool. Sachio wasn't a big fan of bar stools. No lumbar support. Clovis came back with their drinks, and Sachio took no time to start draining the fine red wine that was set in front of him. "Eager as always." Clovis said with a laugh. "When I am thirsty, I am thirrrrsty." Sachio responded, after setting down the bottle. He never used glasses unless he had to. He preferred to just chug straight from the bottle. "You know, I suppose I never really told you much about my experience with Venurium. Wanna trade dragon tales?" He didn't really know too much about Artorius's experience either. He just never really thought about asking. It gave them something in common to talk about at least. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 22 2016, 08:52 AM Post #8 |
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Though Artorius had gone through a significant amount of change throughout the last few years, which had felt like a lifetime to him, there were some things about him that had gone unchanged. With a meager wave of his hand, Artorius ordered a drink. The drink was the same he had ordered every time he had gone to this glorious shit hole of a dive bar -- Springbank 10 year old 100 proof whiskey. And as the drink met his table, and then his lips met the glass and beverage, he savored the sweet, smokey medium-body, with notes of stemmy grass, buttery honey, and a touch of wood resin. It was incredibly superb, but heavy on the wallet, but after coming to the Laughing Vagabond this much there was always essentially a bottle with his name on it hidden behind the bar counter. Artorius put his drink down on a napkin as he flicked his gaze back towards Sachio, who had asked him of his recent escapades. "Ever see a Snow Gryphon?" Artorius asked rhetorically. "Nasty creatures. Majestic as hell, of course, but deadly. Maybe even deadlier than the standard variety. Your standard gryphon is a cross between a lion and an eagle, right? Well, ones farther north are more like snow leopards fused with owls. All white, slightly spotted, and virtually invisible in a blizzard. There was one far north of Hakobe. It had been eating and stealing goats, huge goats twice my height, in fact. And then it got the taste for human flesh. So it started snatching, stealing, killing, and eating." "So, we tracked it down, Snow and I. Lured it with goats for bait. And then we fought it. And it was bloody. I didn't know if the blood on my face was mine, Snow's, or the damn gryphon's. We injured it, but it got away. Followed the blood trail and finished the job. But let me tell you, stay the fuck away from snow gryphons. You see this scar?" Artorius said, lifting up a deep, heavy scar wound along his left bicep. "One of its talons." "Now, that's a story out of me. Let's hear what you got. Tell me about Venurium." |
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| 座 Sachio | Jul 28 2016, 12:28 AM Post #9 |
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Weaving in large gulps as he listened to Artorius's tale, Sachio continued on his way towards inebriation. His knew Artorius was going to have a good story, and he was pleased to see he was right. Snow gryphons sounded pretty terrifying, especially since they managed to inflict damage on someone as strong as Artorius. Sachio knew that if he had been in the situation, he likely would have died. This just further showed far Sachio was from being as strong as he wanted to be. There was still so much growing to do, but he was an impatient man. For now he would drink and forget about the weight that sat heavy upon him. The weight he fought to carry. It was getting lighter by the day, but not nearly enough to let him rest easy. "Sure thing. Firstly, Venurium's human form was pretty attractive. Made me feel kind of weird to be attracted, because it's damn dragon under that facade of beauty. Still, it was nice looking at it. Anyway, she was pretty caring but also strict. She beat the lessons into me, while still making me feel like she loved me. One of those 'this hurts me more than it hurts you' kind of things, ya know? I learned a lot from her and I miss her every day. I didn't get as much time as I would have liked with Venurium. There is always more to learn." Sachio finished his words with a long drink from his bottle of wine. He was nearly done with it, and was damn sure going to get another one. He raised his index finger to Clovis who then nodded in turn. He already know what bottle to give Sachio next. He was used to his win drinking habits. With alcohol flowing through his blood, Sachio was now nice and loosened up. "Been wondering what it's like running a guild. I know we aren't big yet, but I am sure seven of us is still a pain to deal with since we are running around in your home. Oh, and the cats. So many cats." Sachio adored the cats, but who took care of all of them? Did Artorius feed every single one? This guy was incredible. He had so much work to do but still found time to keep up with stuff such as that? It was probably the alcohol that had him thinking weird stuff like that. "I am just glad you started Nine Lives. Grimiore Heart just wasn't working for me. I never considered myself the guild type anyway. Nine Lives feels more like a home. Thanks for that." Sachio reached out to shake Artorius's hand. It was a simple gesture, but one he was using to show his thanks and respect. The other option was a hug, and that just was not going to happen. He wasn't that drunk yet. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 31 2016, 03:59 AM Post #10 |
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Artorius listened to Sachio speak about her dragon. There was love in the way he spoke of her, though it wasn't quite the same as how Artorius felt about Mokalure. He considered himself more of her pupil than anything, and second to that, a son. Artorius found it hard to feel any modicum of physical attraction to a being who he knew was, at minimum, thousands of years older than he was. Though, he knew Sachio wasn't all that serious about it. At the same time, he did know of at least one Dragon Slayer who would give it to their dragon if he had the chance, and the very thought of it gave Artorius some serious heebie-jeebies. Artorius had an iron liver, but even still the thought of it made him want to puke up his alcohol all over the place. It was nasty just thinking about it. "I'm beginning to think a Dragon's primary modus operandi is tough love," Artorius said, finishing off the rest of the whiskey in his glass. "Though, in my case, it's hard to tell if Mokalure even offered any form of love at all. It felt like everything she did, the reason she trained me, it was all on a mere whim. As though she just one day felt like it, or was just amused by it all." Truthfully, Artorius did hope that his words were wrong. He knew that Mokalure cared for him, but Artorius couldn't help but wonder how much the dragon thought of him. She was always so mysterious, so whimsical, and so unlike the other Dragons he had heard of in that regard. "It helps when you sleep as little as I do," Artorius said as he gestured for another drink. "Dealing with all of you guys isn't as bad as it could be. Snow helps with it. I don't think I could handle you all without her. I'd probably have to smash your guys' collective heads in. Not gonna lie though, sometimes I get concerned with leaving the place. I get this nagging feeling that I feel something is going to go wrong. Like Ryan going crazy and shooting Alice wrong for some reason, or vice-versa." "But I knew all that when I started this little guild. Everyone needs a home. A real home. The sort that none of us ever truly had, or that we were forced out of. Grimoire Heart couldn't give that to me. They used me for my skills. That's all they ever wanted out of me. To use what they could of me to advance their agendas. I don't want that for us. I want us all to be on the same page, and all working together to make the world a better place for people like us," Artorius finished, punctuating his sentence by killing his drink in a few quick gulps. |
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