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This is not my doing, you-- urk!
[ Whatever insult he was going to hurl at Reign next is promptly left in his mind (probably where it belongs) as the ship suddenly swerves to the right. His body is lunged forward violently, head hitting the top of the controls with a sudden lurch.
It's painful, and within a second or so, it's pretty easy to see what's happened. They've crashed right into a meteorite, but thanks to the Natha's technology, the ship just bounces back unscathed.
Frantically, he looks around for his companion. ]
Reign! Are you alright?! [ Finally, he uses his actual name, not "fool", "idiot", or any variant of an insult. ]
This is not my doing, you-- urk!
[ Whatever insult he was going to hurl at Reign next is promptly left in his mind (probably where it belongs) as the ship suddenly swerves to the right. His body is lunged forward violently, head hitting the top of the controls with a sudden lurch.
It's painful, and within a second or so, it's pretty easy to see what's happened. They've crashed right into a meteorite, but thanks to the Natha's technology, the ship just bounces back unscathed.
Frantically, he looks around for his companion. ]
Reign! Are you alright?! [ Finally, he uses his actual name, not "fool", "idiot", or any variant of an insult. ]
[ There was barely any warnings before the ship lunged in such a way that Reign too was tossed around in his seat. It was a good thing that they were both strapped in, though Reign will be agonising about that mild whiplash to his neck.
Reign shook his head, then stopped himself as cursed softly at the sharp pain to his neck. Being careful not to make any sudden movements, he held a hand up to let Percival know that he was fine. Vampires were more resilient than that. ]
Yeah, I think so. My neck hurts.
[ He was quickly learning that getting irritated and mad at your partner was a sure death while flying, so Reign kept a tight hold on his emotions, even mustering up a smile for Percival. ]
Let's calm ourselves down before trying this again, shall we?
Reign shook his head, then stopped himself as cursed softly at the sharp pain to his neck. Being careful not to make any sudden movements, he held a hand up to let Percival know that he was fine. Vampires were more resilient than that. ]
Yeah, I think so. My neck hurts.
[ He was quickly learning that getting irritated and mad at your partner was a sure death while flying, so Reign kept a tight hold on his emotions, even mustering up a smile for Percival. ]
Let's calm ourselves down before trying this again, shall we?
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Hmm. This world, in general, seems to have more of a taste for... how you put it, "decadence and debauchery". But as far as kingdoms go, there aren't too many surprises in either. Both rulers are flawed, perhaps deeply so, but they both seem to consider what's best for their people first and foremost.
[ This is what he lives for, honestly: trying to figure out what makes a good ruler, and what sort of policies he might one day be interested in implementing, and which ones only hurt the people. He pauses as she continues, grateful that the cave is dark enough that his warming face isn't as obvious. ]
Let's not dally. This is no time for games.
[ Whether he understands her quip or not, the crunching beneath his feet immediately draws his attention. ]
Human, or animal?!
Hmm. This world, in general, seems to have more of a taste for... how you put it, "decadence and debauchery". But as far as kingdoms go, there aren't too many surprises in either. Both rulers are flawed, perhaps deeply so, but they both seem to consider what's best for their people first and foremost.
[ This is what he lives for, honestly: trying to figure out what makes a good ruler, and what sort of policies he might one day be interested in implementing, and which ones only hurt the people. He pauses as she continues, grateful that the cave is dark enough that his warming face isn't as obvious. ]
Let's not dally. This is no time for games.
[ Whether he understands her quip or not, the crunching beneath his feet immediately draws his attention. ]
Human, or animal?!
Ooh, then I'll fit right in. I tend to be fond of both of those things, but especially together. Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too? [She certainly does, and it makes her look forward to where they're headed just a bit.] I actually try to stay out of politics whenever possible, it isn't my style. Besides, it's what you hear from the little people working away for their betters that really matters anyway in regards to how a ruler performs anyway.
[She remembers the gossip and talk between people in Lowtown back in Kirkwall, the complaints of the elves in the alienage, and she compares it to the bragging pompous speech of the people in Hightown. The ones doing the work always talk, and it's their voices that are worth listening to over the flowery self serving speech of the nobles. She laughs at his pause, grins as she's proud of herself for hopefully getting her point across.]
It's the severity of the matter that decides exactly when, but there's always time for fun and games if you play your cards right.
[She takes the torch he'd given her and kneels to examine the ground beneath them. It takes her a moment in the dim light, but soon enough she sees-]
Hmm, they look to be...human I think. Best to stay on our guard then. [She unsheathes a dagger in her free hand just in case, for all her bravado seeing a human femur gives her a bit of a chill down her spine.] I figured a place this ominous would have some catch to it.
[She remembers the gossip and talk between people in Lowtown back in Kirkwall, the complaints of the elves in the alienage, and she compares it to the bragging pompous speech of the people in Hightown. The ones doing the work always talk, and it's their voices that are worth listening to over the flowery self serving speech of the nobles. She laughs at his pause, grins as she's proud of herself for hopefully getting her point across.]
It's the severity of the matter that decides exactly when, but there's always time for fun and games if you play your cards right.
[She takes the torch he'd given her and kneels to examine the ground beneath them. It takes her a moment in the dim light, but soon enough she sees-]
Hmm, they look to be...human I think. Best to stay on our guard then. [She unsheathes a dagger in her free hand just in case, for all her bravado seeing a human femur gives her a bit of a chill down her spine.] I figured a place this ominous would have some catch to it.
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An inherited relic.
[ I can't believe you alluded to a dick joke.
Once he gets up there, he surveys the various items stuck on the branches. It takes him a moment to realize what Akira's actually doing, and what he's implying with those words. ]
Are you... stealing these items for yourself?
An inherited relic.
[ I can't believe you alluded to a dick joke.
Once he gets up there, he surveys the various items stuck on the branches. It takes him a moment to realize what Akira's actually doing, and what he's implying with those words. ]
Are you... stealing these items for yourself?
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[ i can't believe you didn't come up with it first, what weird timeline have we fallen into
Anyway, this guy seems like the Law and Order type, meaning Akira will have to be a little more picky in his choice of words. ]
Borrowing. [ Uh huh. ] They won't be much use to anyone up here.
[ (If the original owners manage to spot him, he doesn't mind giving up the goods... but isn't this a bit of a waste?) He forks over the small satchel of herbs to the stranger as a peace offering, though he's still entirely unsure whether they're for cooking, medicinal, oooorrrrr recreational purposes... ]
These will probably go bad in a week anyway. ...Any idea what they are?
Anyway, this guy seems like the Law and Order type, meaning Akira will have to be a little more picky in his choice of words. ]
Borrowing. [ Uh huh. ] They won't be much use to anyone up here.
[ (If the original owners manage to spot him, he doesn't mind giving up the goods... but isn't this a bit of a waste?) He forks over the small satchel of herbs to the stranger as a peace offering, though he's still entirely unsure whether they're for cooking, medicinal, oooorrrrr recreational purposes... ]
These will probably go bad in a week anyway. ...Any idea what they are?
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[ you love his stupid anime hair and you love me ]
Right. I suppose a headache can be described as something of a "head wound".
[ He listens to what Richie says very carefully. He has a strange way of phrasing things, but at least this isn't too difficult to understand. If nothing else, he looks vaguely familiar about the plan in question. Additionally, a quick glance into the establishment itself shows him a view of people smoking and eating (edibles).
Nothing looks out of place or harmful.
He's a cautious man, but he's curious, too. ]
Calm you down? Is that all?
[ Hmm. HMM. ]
... If I buy some, will you teach me how to use it properly?
[ you love his stupid anime hair and you love me ]
Right. I suppose a headache can be described as something of a "head wound".
[ He listens to what Richie says very carefully. He has a strange way of phrasing things, but at least this isn't too difficult to understand. If nothing else, he looks vaguely familiar about the plan in question. Additionally, a quick glance into the establishment itself shows him a view of people smoking and eating (edibles).
Nothing looks out of place or harmful.
He's a cautious man, but he's curious, too. ]
Calm you down? Is that all?
[ Hmm. HMM. ]
... If I buy some, will you teach me how to use it properly?
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[debateable
Also...all righty. Was he alone here, or were the finer parts of conversation whooshing over this guy's head like one of Magic Johnson's b-balls?]
It's just a little joke.
[Now he's not so sure about splitting the green. The kid doesn't seem dumb. He's just plain ignorant.
Richie's eyes float back to the vendor. By all rights it looked like this was a perfectly legal thing to be doing, having a shop out in the open and all. None of this hunting down hippies at public parks and in the corners around record shops to score some doobies. There's no shifty looking police types loitering around the perimeter either, narc or otherwise. Not to mention the guy's playing closer to thirty than twenty. So he's his own man, and he wants to have a try.
And dearest Richie, let's not forget that you already gave Akira scotch.]
Yeah sure, just promise not to go overboard. I haven't got the back to carry you home.
[He's leaning on skinny and his hair might be better primped than most, but he's got shoulders that could get him scouted to play line-backer. He doesn't move like a fussbudget either. You could see it, muscle under the motion.
Richie's threaded his way to the shopkeep and bargained for his prize (plus complimentary rolling parchment, why thank you kindly, sir) and the pair are on their way.]
There somewhere nearby we could take this to? I'm new so I got shacked up in a crapheap, not really fit for company but I'll play host if you aren't fussy. [He gives a shrug, peering around.] Nice park'll do too, if they don't mind smoking.
Also...all righty. Was he alone here, or were the finer parts of conversation whooshing over this guy's head like one of Magic Johnson's b-balls?]
It's just a little joke.
[Now he's not so sure about splitting the green. The kid doesn't seem dumb. He's just plain ignorant.
Richie's eyes float back to the vendor. By all rights it looked like this was a perfectly legal thing to be doing, having a shop out in the open and all. None of this hunting down hippies at public parks and in the corners around record shops to score some doobies. There's no shifty looking police types loitering around the perimeter either, narc or otherwise. Not to mention the guy's playing closer to thirty than twenty. So he's his own man, and he wants to have a try.
And dearest Richie, let's not forget that you already gave Akira scotch.]
Yeah sure, just promise not to go overboard. I haven't got the back to carry you home.
[He's leaning on skinny and his hair might be better primped than most, but he's got shoulders that could get him scouted to play line-backer. He doesn't move like a fussbudget either. You could see it, muscle under the motion.
Richie's threaded his way to the shopkeep and bargained for his prize (plus complimentary rolling parchment, why thank you kindly, sir) and the pair are on their way.]
There somewhere nearby we could take this to? I'm new so I got shacked up in a crapheap, not really fit for company but I'll play host if you aren't fussy. [He gives a shrug, peering around.] Nice park'll do too, if they don't mind smoking.
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I'll defeat it, whether you decide to join in or not!
[ It's not that he wouldn't appreciate the help, it's just that he's come to not depend on it. Especially not from a stranger. Later, he might ask why the hell Kaden thinks this is a laughing matter, because that serpent looks more than eager enough to make them dinner, but there's no time for that now.
The creature roars, coming directly towards them (or more specifically, Percival's head). Percival breaks its trajectory with a broad swing of his sword, not yet conjuring any magic, but at least first attempting to break its balance. ]
I'll defeat it, whether you decide to join in or not!
[ It's not that he wouldn't appreciate the help, it's just that he's come to not depend on it. Especially not from a stranger. Later, he might ask why the hell Kaden thinks this is a laughing matter, because that serpent looks more than eager enough to make them dinner, but there's no time for that now.
The creature roars, coming directly towards them (or more specifically, Percival's head). Percival breaks its trajectory with a broad swing of his sword, not yet conjuring any magic, but at least first attempting to break its balance. ]
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H-hey! I'm the one who found it, I'm going to be the one to defeat it! You can't just decide that on your own!
[This human is so rude, coming right in and promising to steal Kaden's catch away? Contrary to his words, Kaden backs away from Percival...hmm. He seems to be trying to move just out of Percival's line of vision, actually.
Because when Percival strikes the serpent, Kaden clutches his beast stone and leaps directly at the serpent! There's a bright flash of light, and then Kaden is clinging to the Serpent's upper body...only, he's not using his arms and legs. No, he's clinging to the serpent by his fangs. Guess who used to be a cute fox guy but is now a giant white nine-tailed fox clinging to a sea serpent? It's this guy.
And he's looking back at Percival with his eyes, just daring him to take this kill. The serpent struggles against Kaden's weight and they both splash into the water. This is good, because it means Kaden's alive! But this is also bad because he's now in the water and there are so, so many sea serpents.]
[This human is so rude, coming right in and promising to steal Kaden's catch away? Contrary to his words, Kaden backs away from Percival...hmm. He seems to be trying to move just out of Percival's line of vision, actually.
Because when Percival strikes the serpent, Kaden clutches his beast stone and leaps directly at the serpent! There's a bright flash of light, and then Kaden is clinging to the Serpent's upper body...only, he's not using his arms and legs. No, he's clinging to the serpent by his fangs. Guess who used to be a cute fox guy but is now a giant white nine-tailed fox clinging to a sea serpent? It's this guy.
And he's looking back at Percival with his eyes, just daring him to take this kill. The serpent struggles against Kaden's weight and they both splash into the water. This is good, because it means Kaden's alive! But this is also bad because he's now in the water and there are so, so many sea serpents.]
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I'm always honest, I don't know what you're talking about.
[ His words sound tired and half-hearted, and that's probably due to the generous amount of alcohol they've consumed. He feels lightheaded, which is surprising, considering that he's usually not bad about holding his liquor. Perhaps he should stop now.
But this is nice. It's helping him forget a little about losing their mentor and friend, and though he'd never tell Vane, he actually doesn't mind the other man's company.
In fact, he's glad he's here.
Even when he's being odd and getting way too close. ]
That doesn't mean come any closer, idiot. [ He huffs, intending to put his hands on Vane's shoulders and push him away, but instead he slumps over a bit and lets their foreheads meet.
The other man is warm, and friendly as always. He may be a stupid mongrel, but he was a dependable stupid mongrel. ]
I've had enough. I should get going.
I'm always honest, I don't know what you're talking about.
[ His words sound tired and half-hearted, and that's probably due to the generous amount of alcohol they've consumed. He feels lightheaded, which is surprising, considering that he's usually not bad about holding his liquor. Perhaps he should stop now.
But this is nice. It's helping him forget a little about losing their mentor and friend, and though he'd never tell Vane, he actually doesn't mind the other man's company.
In fact, he's glad he's here.
Even when he's being odd and getting way too close. ]
That doesn't mean come any closer, idiot. [ He huffs, intending to put his hands on Vane's shoulders and push him away, but instead he slumps over a bit and lets their foreheads meet.
The other man is warm, and friendly as always. He may be a stupid mongrel, but he was a dependable stupid mongrel. ]
I've had enough. I should get going.
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That's exactly what I'm talking about... [ he laughs a bit at it, despite the topic. it isn't that vane can see past percival's layers or anything like that. that involved a certain level of insight and perceptiveness. two traits that he wasn't... particularly well known for.
if anything, how vane perceives the other knight could have easily been likened to a form of projection. he was personally excited to spend time with him, so naturally??? it worked the other way around too (as for if it truly does??? well, that was debatable). besides, as prickly as the other was, or as tricky as piecing through his harsh manner of speech could be—
he was a good guy beneath all of that. ... and vane at least had undivided faith in that. it's why he doesn't actually know if percival is glad to have come out with him. but, whether he is or not, vane is keen on giving him a good time. or trying to. so when he hears the words "i should get going," he clumsily reaches to grab his arm.
but being a bit intoxicated himself his hands miss its target and he ends up grasping onto the front of percival's shirt. ] Ah— [ he's about to say sorry to pull back, but ... why is his shirt always so open? lancey was right. either way, his hands uneasily touch bare skin. ]
if anything, how vane perceives the other knight could have easily been likened to a form of projection. he was personally excited to spend time with him, so naturally??? it worked the other way around too (as for if it truly does??? well, that was debatable). besides, as prickly as the other was, or as tricky as piecing through his harsh manner of speech could be—
he was a good guy beneath all of that. ... and vane at least had undivided faith in that. it's why he doesn't actually know if percival is glad to have come out with him. but, whether he is or not, vane is keen on giving him a good time. or trying to. so when he hears the words "i should get going," he clumsily reaches to grab his arm.
but being a bit intoxicated himself his hands miss its target and he ends up grasping onto the front of percival's shirt. ] Ah— [ he's about to say sorry to pull back, but ... why is his shirt always so open? lancey was right. either way, his hands uneasily touch bare skin. ]
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There's no use dwelling on "next time". If you're what I'm supposed to work with, then so be it.
[ He was nothing if not completely distrusting of anyone's skills or abilities other than his own, after all. Even if he had no particular skills or abilities to speak of when it came to piloting a ship like this. So far, his understanding is that he's supposed to think... calming thoughts? It's hard to do that when his new companion (if he could even call her that) continuing to make life difficult. ]
You're too talkative for a useless trinket.
[ He reaches towards her, grabbing the orb and securing it the best way he knows how: not with a seat belt, but by holding the damn thing close to him in his own seat. That was apparently the best way to ensure she wouldn't get hurt. He's kind of a control freak. ]
Do you have a name? I get the feeling you wouldn't like "magic green ball".
There's no use dwelling on "next time". If you're what I'm supposed to work with, then so be it.
[ He was nothing if not completely distrusting of anyone's skills or abilities other than his own, after all. Even if he had no particular skills or abilities to speak of when it came to piloting a ship like this. So far, his understanding is that he's supposed to think... calming thoughts? It's hard to do that when his new companion (if he could even call her that) continuing to make life difficult. ]
You're too talkative for a useless trinket.
[ He reaches towards her, grabbing the orb and securing it the best way he knows how: not with a seat belt, but by holding the damn thing close to him in his own seat. That was apparently the best way to ensure she wouldn't get hurt. He's kind of a control freak. ]
Do you have a name? I get the feeling you wouldn't like "magic green ball".
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Oh I am not dwelling, at this point, I am dreading.
[ "Next time" as well as this one. If they are ever forced to cooperate under any less dire circumstances again, she will surely have his head, but for now, they are at least supposed to try and function as a team should they wish to fly this thing to safety. Working with those she has come to loathe is a time-honored tradition back home, but he really is endeavoring to make it as difficult as possible, isn't he. ]
[ Because before she can even formulate a comeback for these grievous potshots, they're getting friendly, apparently. As he thieves the ball to his own lap, the ghost that comes with it settles shoulder to shoulder with him, radiating an unnerving aura of cold against any exposed skin of his. ]
As I get the feeling you would prefer to share a civil silence while we work, and yet you still continue to engage me. [ Scribes give her strength, she steeples her fingers. ] My name is Sandra. Do make up your mind before you give me yours.
[ "Next time" as well as this one. If they are ever forced to cooperate under any less dire circumstances again, she will surely have his head, but for now, they are at least supposed to try and function as a team should they wish to fly this thing to safety. Working with those she has come to loathe is a time-honored tradition back home, but he really is endeavoring to make it as difficult as possible, isn't he. ]
[ Because before she can even formulate a comeback for these grievous potshots, they're getting friendly, apparently. As he thieves the ball to his own lap, the ghost that comes with it settles shoulder to shoulder with him, radiating an unnerving aura of cold against any exposed skin of his. ]
As I get the feeling you would prefer to share a civil silence while we work, and yet you still continue to engage me. [ Scribes give her strength, she steeples her fingers. ] My name is Sandra. Do make up your mind before you give me yours.
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[ This is actually kind of interesting to watch. It's fascinating that Keaton has relatively little trouble finding a somewhat peaceful state of mind. He follows directions well, which is a bonus.
Now he just has to take his own advice. He tries to calm himself despite the shaking and lurching forward of the ship, thinking of pleasant memories he's had with others, both here and in his previous world.
It grows quiet in the ship, and eventually, it shakes a little less. It's almost as if he can feel Keaton's own state of peacefulness influencing his thoughts.
It's because that's exactly what's happening. ]
Enjoying yourself?
[ This is actually kind of interesting to watch. It's fascinating that Keaton has relatively little trouble finding a somewhat peaceful state of mind. He follows directions well, which is a bonus.
Now he just has to take his own advice. He tries to calm himself despite the shaking and lurching forward of the ship, thinking of pleasant memories he's had with others, both here and in his previous world.
It grows quiet in the ship, and eventually, it shakes a little less. It's almost as if he can feel Keaton's own state of peacefulness influencing his thoughts.
It's because that's exactly what's happening. ]
Enjoying yourself?
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[ oh, he's definitely enjoying himself! to the point where he doesn't notice things becoming calmer around him and stabilizing, to where his vacant staring off into space probably doesn't seem as weird or awkward. ]
Huh? [ even though his 'meditation' of sorts is broken up, he quickly turns his head to look at Percival. his tail picks up speed, causing dust to scatter out from it, and he nods. ]
Yeah. I was thinking about home, about my cave full of bones. [ he pauses, scratching his cheek. ] I left them all nice and wet, like I normally do, but... I guess they're gone now.
[ WHICH IS DISHEARTENING but that's okay, he now has plenty of time to surround himself in more bones now. different ones, in all shapes and sizes. wowee! ]
You, uh... you're pretty commanding.
Huh? [ even though his 'meditation' of sorts is broken up, he quickly turns his head to look at Percival. his tail picks up speed, causing dust to scatter out from it, and he nods. ]
Yeah. I was thinking about home, about my cave full of bones. [ he pauses, scratching his cheek. ] I left them all nice and wet, like I normally do, but... I guess they're gone now.
[ WHICH IS DISHEARTENING but that's okay, he now has plenty of time to surround himself in more bones now. different ones, in all shapes and sizes. wowee! ]
You, uh... you're pretty commanding.
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Yes, you said that earlier, when we first started the journey. And I'm Percival. Don't tell me you forgot already.
[ Introductions, he means. He just... doesn't see what's wrong with his current way of referring to people sometimes, unfortunately.
He watches her for a moment as she surveys the art on the walls, then decides to shine his own light on the opposite wall. There's a scene of a gigantic feast, with loving detail being put on the roasting pig. ]
I wonder if these paintings are recent... they look rather crude, like something from long ago.
Yes, you said that earlier, when we first started the journey. And I'm Percival. Don't tell me you forgot already.
[ Introductions, he means. He just... doesn't see what's wrong with his current way of referring to people sometimes, unfortunately.
He watches her for a moment as she surveys the art on the walls, then decides to shine his own light on the opposite wall. There's a scene of a gigantic feast, with loving detail being put on the roasting pig. ]
I wonder if these paintings are recent... they look rather crude, like something from long ago.
[ THIS GUY... alisaie levels him with an open frown, but she lets it go FOR NOW, for there are other, more important things to attend to for the moment.
like checking out these walls, clearly. alisaie is too much of a nerd to not appreciate them. ]
They certainly do not look it.
[ recent, she means. ]
I wonder if they were penned by those who carved this cavern. Though, given the subject matter..
[ yeah, they were probably the same...... these are definitely corpses painted on her wall. ]
like checking out these walls, clearly. alisaie is too much of a nerd to not appreciate them. ]
They certainly do not look it.
[ recent, she means. ]
I wonder if they were penned by those who carved this cavern. Though, given the subject matter..
[ yeah, they were probably the same...... these are definitely corpses painted on her wall. ]
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[ This is quite honestly a pretty embarrassing way to be caught, unable to hide behind a formulated lie. He can't deny now that affection such as this puts him at ease enough so that his mind is filled with pleasant thoughts.
It isn't lost on him how easy it is for either of them to lean forward and steal another kiss, something that he suspects Cain is doing rather intentionally, and it makes him a bit... curious. ]
The fact that we were flying perfectly just now... means we had achieved... "emotional harmony"? [ It obviously calms him, but he leaves that unsaid. He's been embarrassed enough, thanks!!! ]
[ This is quite honestly a pretty embarrassing way to be caught, unable to hide behind a formulated lie. He can't deny now that affection such as this puts him at ease enough so that his mind is filled with pleasant thoughts.
It isn't lost on him how easy it is for either of them to lean forward and steal another kiss, something that he suspects Cain is doing rather intentionally, and it makes him a bit... curious. ]
The fact that we were flying perfectly just now... means we had achieved... "emotional harmony"? [ It obviously calms him, but he leaves that unsaid. He's been embarrassed enough, thanks!!! ]
Sure, emotional harmony.
[ If that's how Percival wants to put it, who is Cain to say he's wrong? If emotional harmony involves having Cain sitting heavy on his lap, the two of them pressed together, so close they're sharing breath. So close that the physiological reaction, Cain's cock filling, must be very obvious against Percival's leg. His eyes are dark, dilated from more than just the dim cabin lighting, and it would be easy to lean forward and kiss Percival again. So, so easy, barely any space to close between them at all...
Instead, he exhales softly, and slides a hand up Percival's chest, over Percival's shoulder, to card his fingers into the soft hair at the back of Percival's neck. Any further, and it'll have to be Percival making the next move. At least for the moment. ]
So we probably shouldn't change what's working, right?
[ If that's how Percival wants to put it, who is Cain to say he's wrong? If emotional harmony involves having Cain sitting heavy on his lap, the two of them pressed together, so close they're sharing breath. So close that the physiological reaction, Cain's cock filling, must be very obvious against Percival's leg. His eyes are dark, dilated from more than just the dim cabin lighting, and it would be easy to lean forward and kiss Percival again. So, so easy, barely any space to close between them at all...
Instead, he exhales softly, and slides a hand up Percival's chest, over Percival's shoulder, to card his fingers into the soft hair at the back of Percival's neck. Any further, and it'll have to be Percival making the next move. At least for the moment. ]
So we probably shouldn't change what's working, right?
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[ No, this is just the way he is... blindly confident in his abilities at all times. To his credit, whether that insult was directed at him or the creature doesn't matter, because he's too absorbed in getting rid of the threat to give it much thought. It's a large beast-- one of the largest he's encountered here, and rather fast for its size, as well.
He just had to hope it didn't have any buddies.
He tries a swing of his broadsword at first, as well, with enough force that the sharp steel should have punctured the beast's skin, but it's much too thick.
He thrives in spur of the moment decisions like this, however, and wastes no time summoning his flames to give the slash of his sword an extra kick.
There it is: the smell of burning flesh.
The attack isn't enough to kill it completely, since it landed towards its tail and near no vital organs, but it does cry out in pain and splash wildly, disoriented. ]
[ No, this is just the way he is... blindly confident in his abilities at all times. To his credit, whether that insult was directed at him or the creature doesn't matter, because he's too absorbed in getting rid of the threat to give it much thought. It's a large beast-- one of the largest he's encountered here, and rather fast for its size, as well.
He just had to hope it didn't have any buddies.
He tries a swing of his broadsword at first, as well, with enough force that the sharp steel should have punctured the beast's skin, but it's much too thick.
He thrives in spur of the moment decisions like this, however, and wastes no time summoning his flames to give the slash of his sword an extra kick.
There it is: the smell of burning flesh.
The attack isn't enough to kill it completely, since it landed towards its tail and near no vital organs, but it does cry out in pain and splash wildly, disoriented. ]
[Well, he wasn't useless after all. Was that some kind of demon blade he was using, or was it something else? It didn't have the same feel as the energy or kinds of chants from home.
Whatever it is, it did some damage, and that's good in Shura's book. The serpent isn't dead, but weakened is better than nothing. Fang can go back in its sheath, and though she's not happy about it, she reaches for an oar, feeling the weight in her hand. Yeah, she could throw this well enough...]
Can ya give me an opening? I can't do any but slash at it with my sword, but I can probably land a good shot with this.
[It's in pain, and it's angry. It'll go for blood next time, she thinks.]
Whatever it is, it did some damage, and that's good in Shura's book. The serpent isn't dead, but weakened is better than nothing. Fang can go back in its sheath, and though she's not happy about it, she reaches for an oar, feeling the weight in her hand. Yeah, she could throw this well enough...]
Can ya give me an opening? I can't do any but slash at it with my sword, but I can probably land a good shot with this.
[It's in pain, and it's angry. It'll go for blood next time, she thinks.]
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Do you think this sword is just for decoration?
[ He scoffs, all the while extremely vigilant in watching the ripples along the water, and how they move. Lohengrin lays squarely across his back: a rather large and ornate broadsword. He's right: whatever this thing is, it's large, and he has to make sure to steady himself on his feet so that he doesn't go tumbling forward or backward into the water.
He draws said sword at the exact moment he catches first sight of those scales, drawing flames across its surface and preparing to strike as it lunges straight towards them. ]
Just how massive is this beast?! [ He can't see the end of it, for one. ]
Do you think this sword is just for decoration?
[ He scoffs, all the while extremely vigilant in watching the ripples along the water, and how they move. Lohengrin lays squarely across his back: a rather large and ornate broadsword. He's right: whatever this thing is, it's large, and he has to make sure to steady himself on his feet so that he doesn't go tumbling forward or backward into the water.
He draws said sword at the exact moment he catches first sight of those scales, drawing flames across its surface and preparing to strike as it lunges straight towards them. ]
Just how massive is this beast?! [ He can't see the end of it, for one. ]
[ He shrugs. It's not unheard of for people to wear only ceremonial blades. He doesn't know your life. ]
I don't think anything of you at all.
[ No sooner does he flatly state that response than does the beast break the surface, its jaws wide, hungry and dripping sheets of seawater. Koltira's eye catches on the flames; for his part, he calls forth ice. Lunging to meet their enemy, he swings Byfrost in a sweeping strike that sends frozen spikes jabbing up through the serpent's belly. Blood streams down the ice, spattering the deck. The serpent thrashes, but its head is intact, and its jaws snapping nevertheless. Not quite dead. ]
I don't think anything of you at all.
[ No sooner does he flatly state that response than does the beast break the surface, its jaws wide, hungry and dripping sheets of seawater. Koltira's eye catches on the flames; for his part, he calls forth ice. Lunging to meet their enemy, he swings Byfrost in a sweeping strike that sends frozen spikes jabbing up through the serpent's belly. Blood streams down the ice, spattering the deck. The serpent thrashes, but its head is intact, and its jaws snapping nevertheless. Not quite dead. ]
Those who built this bridge are probably long dead. You should be blaming the authorities who don't concern themselves with maintaining it properly.
[ He walks alongside him, though it's difficult, because Elliot is going pretty slow for his tastes. He's obviously in need of help, though, so he's begrudgingly sticking by his side. ]
Have you ever traveled alone before?
[ He walks alongside him, though it's difficult, because Elliot is going pretty slow for his tastes. He's obviously in need of help, though, so he's begrudgingly sticking by his side. ]
Have you ever traveled alone before?
[Does it look like he's ever traveled alone before? Really? Well the answer is a big fat no, if you hadn't guessed yet.]
...No. My father would never allow it.
[Meaning Elliot's always had a wrangler of some sort, a chaperone, not far off. The joys of being the son of a duke and all that jazz.]
...No. My father would never allow it.
[Meaning Elliot's always had a wrangler of some sort, a chaperone, not far off. The joys of being the son of a duke and all that jazz.]
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Your singing will absolutely not help. In fact, it may lead us to our certain death.
[ That's kinda harsh to say about someone's abilities before even hearing them! But he just doesn't really feel like listening to a dude sing right now, when he's struggling to keep his mind on the happy memory of picking strawberries as a young child. ]
You've done this before?
Your singing will absolutely not help. In fact, it may lead us to our certain death.
[ That's kinda harsh to say about someone's abilities before even hearing them! But he just doesn't really feel like listening to a dude sing right now, when he's struggling to keep his mind on the happy memory of picking strawberries as a young child. ]
You've done this before?
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[ He frowns, and if it weren't for the strangely good mood he's in, this would probably be an instant where he'd grow extremely defensive. Instead, he gives Mika a steely glance. ]
You're wrong. I can master any skill, so long as I put enough effort and time into learning and practicing.
[ This, he says with no trouble at all, because that is what he believes as true. He looks back towards the tree, then back to Mika. ]
I've never seen anything like this before, not even in my previous exploration trips around Olympia. Is there record of it?
[ He frowns, and if it weren't for the strangely good mood he's in, this would probably be an instant where he'd grow extremely defensive. Instead, he gives Mika a steely glance. ]
You're wrong. I can master any skill, so long as I put enough effort and time into learning and practicing.
[ This, he says with no trouble at all, because that is what he believes as true. He looks back towards the tree, then back to Mika. ]
I've never seen anything like this before, not even in my previous exploration trips around Olympia. Is there record of it?
[ You know him, making friends wherever he goes. Though that answer seems to settle something in him he hadn't known was riled in the first place, making his posture slack some. Sorry Percy, you look bougie and he's not above profiling. Truth for truth though, plus conviction. That's something he can respect. ]
You might have to, sometime. There are better ways to learn.
[ Finally finding a good foothold in the rock, Mikazuki boosts himself up, speaking quietly as he goes. ]
I can't read that well yet. [ Also a truth. ] But I think so. They're rare.
[ He doesn't sound upset over that though. Just one is plenty to look at. ]
You might have to, sometime. There are better ways to learn.
[ Finally finding a good foothold in the rock, Mikazuki boosts himself up, speaking quietly as he goes. ]
I can't read that well yet. [ Also a truth. ] But I think so. They're rare.
[ He doesn't sound upset over that though. Just one is plenty to look at. ]
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[ He nods at the offered information. He himself has been in stasis for some time during the past month, so there's much of Wyver he hasn't seen or had an opportunity to learn about, so her insight is appreciated. Even if the river running through Wyver merely offers confirmation that they are indeed going the right way. ]
I'd be surprised if we didn't find anything of interest in a giant skull. Very well. I'll anchor the ship to the shore, and if the area looks safe enough, we should stop here for the night.
[ Not that he's particularly tired, but they're ahead of schedule, and it looks like it might rain soon. The joys of the jungle. ]
[ He nods at the offered information. He himself has been in stasis for some time during the past month, so there's much of Wyver he hasn't seen or had an opportunity to learn about, so her insight is appreciated. Even if the river running through Wyver merely offers confirmation that they are indeed going the right way. ]
I'd be surprised if we didn't find anything of interest in a giant skull. Very well. I'll anchor the ship to the shore, and if the area looks safe enough, we should stop here for the night.
[ Not that he's particularly tired, but they're ahead of schedule, and it looks like it might rain soon. The joys of the jungle. ]
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Given the amount of overgrowth here, I'll be surprised if we do. But I've been wrong before.
[ And is only alive now because she was lucky there was a cleric handy when she didn't live to tell about it. ]
I'll watch the shore and forest. Though we'll want to keep an eye for traps as we approach. The ground here is marshy enough that sink holes can be easily missed when trying to rush towards shore.
[ She can appreciate wanting to get into shelter ahead of the rain, however. The rain almost never helps mitigate the humidity here, and she'd rather be dry than soggy AND muddy. ]
[ And is only alive now because she was lucky there was a cleric handy when she didn't live to tell about it. ]
I'll watch the shore and forest. Though we'll want to keep an eye for traps as we approach. The ground here is marshy enough that sink holes can be easily missed when trying to rush towards shore.
[ She can appreciate wanting to get into shelter ahead of the rain, however. The rain almost never helps mitigate the humidity here, and she'd rather be dry than soggy AND muddy. ]
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You're going to regret doing so when we get off this damned ship.
[ But his threats are empty. He's just this way, honestly, without actually having any true malice behind his words. Once he sees that she's able to stay put in her seat while he goes flying off, and that she's staying absolutely calm, he watches her thoughtfully while taking his seat again. ]
You've done this before?
You're going to regret doing so when we get off this damned ship.
[ But his threats are empty. He's just this way, honestly, without actually having any true malice behind his words. Once he sees that she's able to stay put in her seat while he goes flying off, and that she's staying absolutely calm, he watches her thoughtfully while taking his seat again. ]
You've done this before?
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I doubt that something like this will be an action that I will 'regret'.
[ percival, pls. it's good that his words are just rolling off of her and she doesn't seem bothered. it allows her to stay level-headed for the main part. ]
I have. Sort of. I've never used a craft like this before, but I have flown.
[ percival, pls. it's good that his words are just rolling off of her and she doesn't seem bothered. it allows her to stay level-headed for the main part. ]
I have. Sort of. I've never used a craft like this before, but I have flown.
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[ That's true, this ship should recognize when two pilots are on the same page, even if that page is in shambles. ]
Those high and mighty Natha Orbiters did. [ But it wouldn't do any good to complain about something they have no control over, so... ]
What is it that we're supposed to do? How exactly does one achieve "emotional harmony"?!
[ That's true, this ship should recognize when two pilots are on the same page, even if that page is in shambles. ]
Those high and mighty Natha Orbiters did. [ But it wouldn't do any good to complain about something they have no control over, so... ]
What is it that we're supposed to do? How exactly does one achieve "emotional harmony"?!
"Emotional harmony" just means feeling the same thing as the other person, right...?
[Well, that's like, half of it. But she can't be expected to understand how sci-fi stuff works, she's from a fantasy series! ...who even let them both on the same ship...]
But if that's the case why isn't it working? It seems like we're both annoyed right now!
[Well, that's like, half of it. But she can't be expected to understand how sci-fi stuff works, she's from a fantasy series! ...who even let them both on the same ship...]
But if that's the case why isn't it working? It seems like we're both annoyed right now!
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But you do have the sort of free time to approach strangers?
[ Percival lifts an eyebrow at the stranger inquisitively. He doesn't seem like a threat, especially not with an offer to help like that, but he's not thrilled knowing that he's been tracked and hadn't taken notice before.
He takes a few steps forward. He swears his seen this same damn tree with someone's initials carved into it at least 30 times. ]
I'm not lost, simply disoriented. If you can point me in the general direction of Wyver, I can find my way back.
[ That's the same thing as lost... ]
But you do have the sort of free time to approach strangers?
[ Percival lifts an eyebrow at the stranger inquisitively. He doesn't seem like a threat, especially not with an offer to help like that, but he's not thrilled knowing that he's been tracked and hadn't taken notice before.
He takes a few steps forward. He swears his seen this same damn tree with someone's initials carved into it at least 30 times. ]
I'm not lost, simply disoriented. If you can point me in the general direction of Wyver, I can find my way back.
[ That's the same thing as lost... ]
This isn't mere altruism. I'm simply following my instructions.
[ they were supposed to help the new arrivals, weren't they? granted, their instructions hadn't been too specific... and he's not even certain whether this person is new here at this point. ]
...I see. [ he quirks an eyebrow at that, before glancing back and pointing in the opposite direction percival had been walking. ]
Wyver is in that direction, though these jungles have a way of getting a person turned around. [ clearly. ]
[ they were supposed to help the new arrivals, weren't they? granted, their instructions hadn't been too specific... and he's not even certain whether this person is new here at this point. ]
...I see. [ he quirks an eyebrow at that, before glancing back and pointing in the opposite direction percival had been walking. ]
Wyver is in that direction, though these jungles have a way of getting a person turned around. [ clearly. ]
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That doesn't sound likely--!
[ Percival holds Betsy close to his chest, though, firmly keeping her in place despite her squirming. They haven't got any better plan, though, especially since they're not allowed to hurt any of the dragons.
Ironically enough, it's while they're running and he's taking JJ's lead, that it's easiest to stuff that damn bottle into Betsy's mouth. She fusses for a few seconds more, then settles down in his arms to eat.
While they're still on the run. ]
Go outside! We can close the door behind them, and they'll go back eventually.
[ They just have to make sure they close the door in time. What could go wrong? ]
That doesn't sound likely--!
[ Percival holds Betsy close to his chest, though, firmly keeping her in place despite her squirming. They haven't got any better plan, though, especially since they're not allowed to hurt any of the dragons.
Ironically enough, it's while they're running and he's taking JJ's lead, that it's easiest to stuff that damn bottle into Betsy's mouth. She fusses for a few seconds more, then settles down in his arms to eat.
While they're still on the run. ]
Go outside! We can close the door behind them, and they'll go back eventually.
[ They just have to make sure they close the door in time. What could go wrong? ]
[ It's not exactly easy to outrun a flock of eager dragon babies. JJ's doing his best, but he's worried about Percival, who's doing his best to run with Betsy in his arms. The door is close, but the dragons are hot on their trail, and the closer they get, the more aware JJ becomes of what he has to do.
He takes a deep breath. ]
I'll see you on the other side.
[ With a smile, he gives Percy a slight push toward the door, not enough to topple him, before he's spinning around on his heel, arms outstretched in a dramatic sacrifice to present himself as a roadblock.
As it is, the result isn't particularly dramatic, and JJ doesn't actually get stampeded by the baby dragons. Instead, they come to a stop in front of him, sniffing curiously, eager noses pressing against his pant legs and hopeful eyes pinned to his hands. Apparently, aside from Betsy, the rest of the den is considerably better managed. ]
Go to sleep.
[ Well, since this won't be the end of him, he just meets the babies with a shake of his head and a shooing motion, presenting his hands to reveal his lack of treats. The gesture is met with a whine, and an array of disappointed stares that does genuinely make JJ feel bad. But there's nothing he can do for them, so he just starts to edge backwards toward the door, glad when the babies don't seem to show much interest in following him. ]
Percival. [ He's whispering. ] Are you okay?
He takes a deep breath. ]
I'll see you on the other side.
[ With a smile, he gives Percy a slight push toward the door, not enough to topple him, before he's spinning around on his heel, arms outstretched in a dramatic sacrifice to present himself as a roadblock.
As it is, the result isn't particularly dramatic, and JJ doesn't actually get stampeded by the baby dragons. Instead, they come to a stop in front of him, sniffing curiously, eager noses pressing against his pant legs and hopeful eyes pinned to his hands. Apparently, aside from Betsy, the rest of the den is considerably better managed. ]
Go to sleep.
[ Well, since this won't be the end of him, he just meets the babies with a shake of his head and a shooing motion, presenting his hands to reveal his lack of treats. The gesture is met with a whine, and an array of disappointed stares that does genuinely make JJ feel bad. But there's nothing he can do for them, so he just starts to edge backwards toward the door, glad when the babies don't seem to show much interest in following him. ]
Percival. [ He's whispering. ] Are you okay?
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[ Just like that, Percival's inexplicable determination to make this as difficult as possible completely vanishes, replaced with regained composure. Wow, there really isn't any damage to the side of the ship where it hit. ]
That's amazing, actually. Did they truly make these ships indestructible?
[ If that's true, then its pretty reassuring, but they can obviously still get hurt in here. Plus, they have to land eventually. He looks at Yusuke with narrowed eyes, in complete disbelief for a few seconds. ]
What are you talking about? That can't really-- [ But no, it seems to be true, because starting to lose his cool again makes the ship rattle.
This is pretty personal, and uncomfortably so, but after a small sigh, he relents, diverting his gaze. ]
A field of strawberries, towards the end of summer, just before the sun sets. And you?
[ Just like that, Percival's inexplicable determination to make this as difficult as possible completely vanishes, replaced with regained composure. Wow, there really isn't any damage to the side of the ship where it hit. ]
That's amazing, actually. Did they truly make these ships indestructible?
[ If that's true, then its pretty reassuring, but they can obviously still get hurt in here. Plus, they have to land eventually. He looks at Yusuke with narrowed eyes, in complete disbelief for a few seconds. ]
What are you talking about? That can't really-- [ But no, it seems to be true, because starting to lose his cool again makes the ship rattle.
This is pretty personal, and uncomfortably so, but after a small sigh, he relents, diverting his gaze. ]
A field of strawberries, towards the end of summer, just before the sun sets. And you?
[ He can't really answer much on the ship's construction—were they lucky, or is this whole exercise structured to push their limits without putting them in life-threatening danger? Hard to say. Not something he wants to test, especially.
Percival seems to be of the same mind, even if he doesn't seem super keen on sharing right away. For what it's worth, Yusuke takes it seriously, not once thinking to start a round of ribbing or to disrupt their shakily found balance. Sincerity and sharing doesn't make him uncomfortable. ]
For me... peace is a painting in the corner of a quiet cafe.
[ Neither of which exists anymore, but it's still soothing. To continue painting these mental pictures— ]
Who would be there with you?
Percival seems to be of the same mind, even if he doesn't seem super keen on sharing right away. For what it's worth, Yusuke takes it seriously, not once thinking to start a round of ribbing or to disrupt their shakily found balance. Sincerity and sharing doesn't make him uncomfortable. ]
For me... peace is a painting in the corner of a quiet cafe.
[ Neither of which exists anymore, but it's still soothing. To continue painting these mental pictures— ]
Who would be there with you?
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That may be so, but it's caused quite a few embarrassing situations here tonight. I'd rather steer clear of them myself.
[ Strangely enough, even as she herself relays not minding such devices, he finds himself increasingly at ease with simple chatter like this. They come from two separate worlds-- that much is evident enough. But he can appreciate people like her, people who revel in the spotlight and create the joy and merriment for others around them to soak in. He himself, though more of an observer, finds his mood lifted by people like her enjoying themselves.
It was simple, when he'd allowed his thoughts to only linger on the festivities. Less so when he's certain he's been caught in his improper stare, and the allusion of what sort of trouble she'd gotten up to makes him visibly flustered. Partially because it's an unexpected thing to mention, yes, but because he's been trying his best to forget his own... festive mishaps of the evening. For someone with as much arrogance and confidence as he has on the battlefield, it's apparently difficult for him to keep his composure. He diverts his gaze to the side now, pointedly not meeting her eyes, much less the curve of her neckline.
The scent of the flowers above them is growing too strong, however, and the urge they inspire is completely at ends with his embarrassment. Eventually, he regains some composure, gingerly closing the fabric around her shoulders and lowering his forehead so that it touches hers. ]
Do keep any further details to yourself, but I'm glad to see that you're settling in comfortably.
[ A flirtatious line like the one she delivers might ordinarily be lost on him, at best understood yet ultimately brushed off, but tonight, her voice very nearly envelopes him with a warmth of her own. This time, his voice is lighter, and he can gradually meet her gaze again. ]
You're a bold woman, aren't you?
That may be so, but it's caused quite a few embarrassing situations here tonight. I'd rather steer clear of them myself.
[ Strangely enough, even as she herself relays not minding such devices, he finds himself increasingly at ease with simple chatter like this. They come from two separate worlds-- that much is evident enough. But he can appreciate people like her, people who revel in the spotlight and create the joy and merriment for others around them to soak in. He himself, though more of an observer, finds his mood lifted by people like her enjoying themselves.
It was simple, when he'd allowed his thoughts to only linger on the festivities. Less so when he's certain he's been caught in his improper stare, and the allusion of what sort of trouble she'd gotten up to makes him visibly flustered. Partially because it's an unexpected thing to mention, yes, but because he's been trying his best to forget his own... festive mishaps of the evening. For someone with as much arrogance and confidence as he has on the battlefield, it's apparently difficult for him to keep his composure. He diverts his gaze to the side now, pointedly not meeting her eyes, much less the curve of her neckline.
The scent of the flowers above them is growing too strong, however, and the urge they inspire is completely at ends with his embarrassment. Eventually, he regains some composure, gingerly closing the fabric around her shoulders and lowering his forehead so that it touches hers. ]
Do keep any further details to yourself, but I'm glad to see that you're settling in comfortably.
[ A flirtatious line like the one she delivers might ordinarily be lost on him, at best understood yet ultimately brushed off, but tonight, her voice very nearly envelopes him with a warmth of her own. This time, his voice is lighter, and he can gradually meet her gaze again. ]
You're a bold woman, aren't you?
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Don't you know the most embarrassing things make the funniest stories later? That's how I see it anyway, much easier to look back at something and laugh than get frustrated about it. That's what parties are for.
[Insignificant embarrassments are frustrating sure, but there's little point to dwell on them when there's better things to be doing. There's a whole party full of drunken or already occupied guests after all, highly likely they'll even remember something so small in the morning.
And she likes seeing him more flustered, the cause being herself even more. She'd had her fun around the party, some as innocent as simple kisses, others far more dirty and not to be mentioned quite as casually. But the effect is all the same, maybe even more because her saying nothing about it means he can only guess what she's been up to and she likes seeing him break his gaze and look away. It's like a personal victory, and she chuckles feeling satisfied for the moment.]
My lips are sealed. I don't always kiss and tell you know. [She can't help the giggle that leaves her mouth, holding on to his offered cloak. He's so proper, the last thing she wants to do is chase him off by scandalizing him too much. She does give an amused, knowing grin at his reactions to her flirting though. Maybe there's something beneath that proper demeanor? She's beyond curious to find out, wanting him closer to her to find out for herself.] I'd say less bold and more direct about what I want. Why, does it bother you?
[Insignificant embarrassments are frustrating sure, but there's little point to dwell on them when there's better things to be doing. There's a whole party full of drunken or already occupied guests after all, highly likely they'll even remember something so small in the morning.
And she likes seeing him more flustered, the cause being herself even more. She'd had her fun around the party, some as innocent as simple kisses, others far more dirty and not to be mentioned quite as casually. But the effect is all the same, maybe even more because her saying nothing about it means he can only guess what she's been up to and she likes seeing him break his gaze and look away. It's like a personal victory, and she chuckles feeling satisfied for the moment.]
My lips are sealed. I don't always kiss and tell you know. [She can't help the giggle that leaves her mouth, holding on to his offered cloak. He's so proper, the last thing she wants to do is chase him off by scandalizing him too much. She does give an amused, knowing grin at his reactions to her flirting though. Maybe there's something beneath that proper demeanor? She's beyond curious to find out, wanting him closer to her to find out for herself.] I'd say less bold and more direct about what I want. Why, does it bother you?
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[ Their proximity doesn't escape his notice. If anything, as the seconds pass, Percival grows more acutely aware of just how close she is-- how the edge of her shapely hip nudges his own as they walk, how her chest presses into his arm. It makes it difficult to keep his composure, despite the effects of the confection ensuring that he's not pulling away anytime soon. ]
My hair is in perfectly good condition! Where did you hear such a foolish thing?
[ Even if she's just joking, this is simply the kind of person he is. He gets wound up a bit too easily, unfortunately.
Still, he remains conscious of her comfort, and glances at her curiously. His voice grows gentler, even as his heartbeat quickens. The realization that he finds himself transfixed on the outline of her mouth, and later, down the trail of her neckline, stuns him enough into speechlessness. ]
[ Their proximity doesn't escape his notice. If anything, as the seconds pass, Percival grows more acutely aware of just how close she is-- how the edge of her shapely hip nudges his own as they walk, how her chest presses into his arm. It makes it difficult to keep his composure, despite the effects of the confection ensuring that he's not pulling away anytime soon. ]
My hair is in perfectly good condition! Where did you hear such a foolish thing?
[ Even if she's just joking, this is simply the kind of person he is. He gets wound up a bit too easily, unfortunately.
Still, he remains conscious of her comfort, and glances at her curiously. His voice grows gentler, even as his heartbeat quickens. The realization that he finds himself transfixed on the outline of her mouth, and later, down the trail of her neckline, stuns him enough into speechlessness. ]
[No, this is entirely too fortunate!! For Shura, at least. She hasn't had anyone who was so easy to tease since she arrived. What a blessing, thanks thesa!!
The little grin on her face widens into a shit-eating grin at his reply, the way he's staring so obviously at her cleavage, and she laughs, presses even closer to him. He's warm, he smells good, and it's all making her feel heady. She wants to kiss him, wants to feel his mouth on her, but she isn't going to just shove him into a bush to make out with him.]
What are you talkin' about, that's common knowledge back home! Y'see it everyday--salarymen makin' their way to and from work, all with shiny bald spots on their heads.
[Mind most of the balding ones were in their forties and fifties, but he doesn't need to know that. Her arm slips from his arm to his back, splaying her fingers wide on his lower back. She wouldn't shove him into the nearest bush for privacy, but she will guide him to a bench that's almost hidden out of side by said bush.]
C'mon, sit down. How can I believe you if I don't get to see your hair myself?
[It's a blatant excuse to touch him, but so what?]
The little grin on her face widens into a shit-eating grin at his reply, the way he's staring so obviously at her cleavage, and she laughs, presses even closer to him. He's warm, he smells good, and it's all making her feel heady. She wants to kiss him, wants to feel his mouth on her, but she isn't going to just shove him into a bush to make out with him.]
What are you talkin' about, that's common knowledge back home! Y'see it everyday--salarymen makin' their way to and from work, all with shiny bald spots on their heads.
[Mind most of the balding ones were in their forties and fifties, but he doesn't need to know that. Her arm slips from his arm to his back, splaying her fingers wide on his lower back. She wouldn't shove him into the nearest bush for privacy, but she will guide him to a bench that's almost hidden out of side by said bush.]
C'mon, sit down. How can I believe you if I don't get to see your hair myself?
[It's a blatant excuse to touch him, but so what?]
(( from here ))
Being in the presence of mistletoe doesn't give anyone the right to invade on personal space. I'd be more careful if I were you.
[ Yona probably didn't sign up for a lecture, but if it this were outside the context of a plant that made him more agreeable to the idea, he might have reacted more aggressively.
As it stands, he can only sigh in resignation. It's not the night for such negativity, he supposes. ]
To answer your previous question, let us dance. [ Now, he offers her his hand. ]
Being in the presence of mistletoe doesn't give anyone the right to invade on personal space. I'd be more careful if I were you.
[ Yona probably didn't sign up for a lecture, but if it this were outside the context of a plant that made him more agreeable to the idea, he might have reacted more aggressively.
As it stands, he can only sigh in resignation. It's not the night for such negativity, he supposes. ]
To answer your previous question, let us dance. [ Now, he offers her his hand. ]
Sorry, I guess...
[No one else has seemed to mind it, but... Percival's right about that much, at least. Sometimes all it takes is someone getting disgruntled to realize how weird something is.
And, come to think of it, it is weird. She wouldn't normally kiss people like this... what's up with that plant?
...buuuut before she can actually think about that too deeply, he holds out his hand, and all of those thoughts fly out of her mind as she takes it with a smile.]
Mm, okay! Have you danced much before now?
[No one else has seemed to mind it, but... Percival's right about that much, at least. Sometimes all it takes is someone getting disgruntled to realize how weird something is.
And, come to think of it, it is weird. She wouldn't normally kiss people like this... what's up with that plant?
...buuuut before she can actually think about that too deeply, he holds out his hand, and all of those thoughts fly out of her mind as she takes it with a smile.]
Mm, okay! Have you danced much before now?
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