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Post by shamees on Oct 2, 2014 16:47:35 GMT
A Valmese. Valm was the continent they were from a few months ago. Despite how succinct her story was, Shamees had no questions to add. Why she left her parents, for example, was not his business. She surprised him with her own set of questions. For someone who was willing to serve them to pay them back even if it meant it would "kill her," she was quite late in throwing the suspicions. Was she really asking because she was concerned? It seemed like she was using the conversation as an excuse to ask. She'd been very blunt until now. Shamees pondered on his answer for a moment. He could reply by saying she was not in a position to ask or demand for answers, but Shamees was a reasonable, open-minded person. Asking was certainly not a bad habit to help polish. Well, if he knew what she was asking about exactly. It sounded like she wanted a reason why she should trust them, but Tsan'lo seemed to have found reason for distrust based on Shamees' physique. It was not a detail that had not earned him raised eyebrows before. Very few, however, had actually asked. "Have you not heard of war monks?" he deflected. "I don't think you know much of clerics to begin with." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 2, 2014 16:54:41 GMT
"Never." It was a simple answer to a simple question. "I still do not see any weapon on your body, but that is foolish to think considering you have wagons to store said weapon in. Or you fight unarmed." She didn't have that much knowledge in the world expect for very simple things like who WASN'T ruling the countries anymore and who Walhart was. His father had been a heavy supporter of the conqueror in the day. "Would you be willing to test your mettle in a..." She thought for a moment, seemingly annoyed by something. "Spar, once I am more healthy." She wished to fight this man. Both to get some frustrations she had out of her system and to see if the man was actually this... War monk he claimed to be. The muscles still hinted that the man at the very least trained in some ways. Maybe he just carried lots of heavy stuff during his merchant life. She then turned her head to look back to the fields as she waited for the man's answer. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 5, 2014 2:26:13 GMT
Shamees processed what Tsan'lo was trying to say. So she'd asked for curiosity's sake after all and now she wanted to spar. A typical warrior's natural interest. "Spar?” he asked innocently. “I'm a merchant. But if you would need someone to practice with, Harana would be happy to have a change of partner. Lios has been his only sparing partner since Sarvati died." Tsan'lo was not the first to ask a spar or a battle from Shamees. It was impossible to hide instincts that had been hone for the purpose of ingraining it in his nature. He couldn't let his skill deteriorate either. Hiding his identity had not been an easy challenge in the past four years. But with some exceptions and in times it was unavoidable, Shamees had no problem picking his blade again; however, he did not do so lightly. His weapon was not just a piece of metal that sliced flesh and took lives. Holding it on his hands was donning the old uniform again, bearing the heavy conviction pulled on by its weight, and reliving the thousands of battlefields in one breath and a swing. From experience, Shamees had learned that each time he was forced to fight again, he would be departing the land with a blade on his hands. It kept his skill sharp, and stunted his progress with the staff. He didn't lie to keep a secret. He lied to tell that he had a secret he was not comfortable divulging yet. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 5, 2014 10:39:16 GMT
"Hm." She nodded quickly as she then turned her head forwards once more as they continued to walk in silence. She was sure the man had to be hiding something more, but if she tried to dig deeper she was sure that she couldn't crack out anything else except more dodgy answers. But she had time, she had lots of time. A whole month in fact to try and discover what this mongrel actually was. She was not exactly sure why she was so interested in this man though. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about it for a moment before unfurrowing them. They walked in silence for a long while. Maybe it was only about twenty minutes, maybe it was a few hours. She had not focused herself on the passage of time as her eyes simply scanned the road and the hills that were steadily coming closer and closer. She stretched her hands out of boredom for a while before she begun to think once more. She tried to think of anything she could ask from this man. She had nothing, really. Not yet anyways. Perhaps it would be best to see the other employers she would be working with for a while. "I'll go and see my other employers for this month." With that she hopped onto the wagon and headed inside. She was interested to see what the ones she had not seen would be like. It was too hopeful to wish for some who were not mongrels like this Shamees, but at the very least some of them could hopefully be tolerable enough to work with. And maybe she could actually spar with this Harana or Lios so that she could calm herself for a bit. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 8, 2014 10:04:57 GMT
When his respond – a clear, outright lie that he was sure Tsan'lo had seen through – received nothing more than a nod, Shamees glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, trying to read her thoughts. Did he actually fool her...? Uncertain of what was in this foreigner's mind, Shamees assumed Tsan'lo had ultimately decided to respect his privacy or thought it was a subject not worth being pursued. Yet as they walked for a couple of minutes in silence, the question kept bubbling back. Several times, he threw glances at her way: casual and discreet, done almost unconsciously and lacking any particular meaning. At least that was what Shamees thought until he got to mentally ask himself what he was still doing out here. Shamees considered getting back in the wagon several times but he never ended up doing so. It seemed he had less will in stopping when engaged in a tedious activity. It was relaxing; when there was nothing to do be done but to sleep, he would feel anything but the need to. It was actually a good fifteen minutes later when Tsan'lo spoke again. Shamees' perception of time was usually on the spot. He didn't know how or why – if it were a just a talent or something genetic – but he could make a very precise guess on how much time had passed. As for what good he had been doing in those fifteen minutes, Shamees thought it was a well-deserved rest. “All right,” Shamees said. He watched Tsan'lo leave before letting his gaze fall at the landscape again. Tsan'lo was not the only warrior who found it hard to come up with an engaging topic. When left without the need to ask, Shamees would just fall to the three-dots-curse while being very aware of his own silence. Tsan'lo (I'll leave it up to you where Tsan'lo goes. Mebbe that weapons wagon you've been cheating wondering about.)
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 8, 2014 14:15:53 GMT
The first wagon didn't have anyone in it, really. It was empty, whatnot for some boxes. She sat on one for a while as she thought about her current situation for a while. She had promised herself under the people that had saved her instantly to repair her honor. She admitted to herself now that she had not actually thought about the situation that thoroughly. She would be paralyzing her work efforts for a whole month for people that seemed to be more than just mercenaries, or so she was starting to believe. Their leader definitely had something hidden. Their leader. Her mind moved to him once more for some reason. He was mysterious, and that annoyed her. She was used to reading people, and she HAD gone trough examining him. Rather toned muscles that complimented him, facial features that were definitely to her liking along with skills in healing and probably in combat along with that burning red hair that made him look even more charismatic for some reason. She quickly shook her head along with a quick blush, standing up as she then tried to forget she had such thoughts about the look of the mongrel. He was her employer for now, nothing else. And even then he didn't even want her to serve, so the work ordeal would be quick and hopefully over without any more... Thoughts, about the mongrel. She went trough the wagon as she stared at the next one. She hopped inside, realizing it was the one where she had woken up. She looked to the wolf furs on the floor as they reminded her of Girl. She smiled to herself for a split second before turning her head forwards, stroking her chin as she then pushed trough once more, staring at another wagon. Where were these others. (Notes: I take that as a challenge of never mentioning the weapons wagon ever again.) shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 9, 2014 15:35:08 GMT
The answer to Tsan'lo's question came in the form of a boyish voice. Over to the other side of the wagon where the slow clomping of horses were beating from, a conversation between two people was coming to an end. One of them sounded like Lios but it could be any of the other five men in this caravan too. The curtains rolled to the side as a grinning boy stepped into the wagon from the driver's seat. His grin from whatever his conversation had been with the other person faded to bemusement at the sight of Tsan'lo. He appeared particularly distracted by the state of her clothes but he recovered from it and hastily put up a welcoming smile. "Oh, hello! You must be that lady Shamees saved earlier. Looks like you've pulled through!" The boy grinned. "You must be a really tough person to live through that. What was it like? Do you know what attacked you? Your wounds were covered entirely in blood; I couldn't believe all of that were yours. I wanted to ask but everyone was so deathly quiet I just did whatever they told me. N-Not that I was scared! I've seen blood before," he added with a proud emphasis. "I'm Harry. Everyone calls me Harana but I would really prefer Harry. Harry is much cooler." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 9, 2014 15:57:58 GMT
That was an earful, really. Something about the mongrel, something about being tough and lots of blood. And then revealing that this... Annoying, quick mouthed person was the Haranna she was told she could spar with. That was the thing that made this experience truly unbelievable. The mongrel had told her that this would be someone she could fight against and release her frustration in a satisfying way. But, surely enough, she was going to judge this by the looks and the looks she was getting hinted that the person was someone she did not want to even try fighting. It'd be too easy. She simply tilted her head once as all those thoughts rushed trough her head as she then offered him a simple and quick nod. "Tsan'lo. Wolves." Her thoughts raced to Girl for a moment when wolves were mentioned, wondering how she was before completely returning her attention to the man in front of him. Maybe she SHOULD try and amuse herself. "... Your leader told me you spar. I asked to spar him fights but he... Declined." She nodded once, folding her arms for a moment. "I wish to spar with you." It was pretty obvious, but she had to hammer it in just in case. A thought raced across her mind as she waited for his response, resulting in a little frown forming on her face. Maybe she could try and get this person to blurt out a few secrets Shamees had. He seemed a bit more naive and easily convinced. Hopefully she was right in her scan. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 9, 2014 16:25:13 GMT
Harana's eyebrows shot upward. "You want to spar with me?" he asked again, unable to believe it. He didn't seem to have heard how she had offered Shamees the same thing only to be rejected. "I...But you're...Well, if you're sure. It's not like we have to fight seriously." Harana struggled at the thought of sparring with a recovering person but he was able to get over it on his own. Certainly, what swayed him easily was the prospect of fighting a different partner. He threw his arms up and snatched air into his fists. "All right, let's do it! It will help me get ready with my training with Lios tonight. Let's go get our weapons!" Harana readily bounded out of the wagon and into the next one, jogging eagerly. When they reached the wagon Tsan'lo woke up in, Harana slowed down. "Just to be sure because I do not want to get in trouble - You are supposed to be here, right? I mean...here walking and standing. If something happened to you while we're sparring, I don't want to be held responsible. It's not like the Great Harry will be going anywhere. You can rest peacefully under the protection of..." Harana raised his elbows and danced in a 360 degrees whirl before freezing in a pose. "FUTURE HERO HARRY!" Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 9, 2014 16:46:00 GMT
"I have permission, and I wish not to rest under your watch. I do not like people watching me when I sleep, nor would I want someone to do that, not even the... Great, Harry." She rolled her eyes for a moment as she then stretched herself for a moment, thinking about how she should fight. Defensive was the best answer, and the first one that came to her mind. She was still very tired and could easily collapse again. Although, if she was to believe the person she was going to spar was going to be very cocky. Maybe she should try and aim for a surprise. She shrugged as she then looked around before finally noticing her hilt stacked against a corner as she then went to it and pulled out her bronze sword, balancing it in her hand. It felt heavier than before... Like it was not an extension of her hand anymore and that it was just a weapon. Such a shame. She furrowed her eyebrows at that before looking to the great and mighty Harry. "I presume we're handling this outside, so why don't we hurry instead of talking about resting under your watch." shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 15, 2014 3:50:28 GMT
Harana's grin continued to hang brimming with enthusiasm in spite of Tsan'lo's coldness. Nothing about Tsan'lo's attitude appeared to be capable of wearing down his spirit today. "Hehe. Just being a gentleman," Harana said, flipping his side fringe to the back of his head impudently. "What are you doing?" he asked with bemusement as Tsan'lo drew out a sword from the corner. His eyes widened from her respond before the shock filled him with childish excitement again. "Wait, we're fighting with real swords?" Harana asked, practically bounding with joy. "Do you think we can fight outside? Did Shamees tell you we can fight outside?" With the caravan moving, Harana thought they would be fighting indoors. Nothing wrong with that, right? But if they were allowed to fight outside then that was a better idea! “Oh!” Harana clapped the side of his clenched fist to the palm of his other hand. “You should get a change of clothes first. I'm surprised Shamees forgot! Not like him at all. Or did he intend for you to freeze in that?” He frowned as he inspected Tsan'lo's damaged shirt. “He said mine was too small but better than nothing, right?” Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 15, 2014 12:46:14 GMT
"Real swords are better for practice. Damage and pain simply teaches you." She nodded once as she then looked to the man. Was he so stuck under the heel of their leader that he needed permission to go and spar outside of the caravan? Who needed permission for that, they could easily catch up if they ran. Sure, she would feel rather weak after the spar and because of her bloodloss, but she needed her training and venting of anger somehow. She then raised her eyebrow at the comment about her clothing for a moment before shaking her head as an indication of it being just fine. "I made it like this myself. Much easier to move and fight in." With that she hopped out of the wagon and then out into the open air once more. She let out a breathe, the sword resting in her hand as she then did a few practice swings with it. Dammit, it WAS rather heavy at the moment. She would need to stay on the defensive or this spar would end in her defeat before she could say anything at all or even strike at this great Harry. "You coming or not, Great Harry?" shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 16, 2014 1:27:35 GMT
Tsan'lo's comment about doing the damage to her own clothes made Harana confused. But whose clothes were those? Harana didn't recall them picking up any of her belongings besides a sword. It couldn't have been hers and had to be from someone in the caravan. Harana didn't ponder on the mystery of Tsan'lo's clothes a second time. He moved at the edge of the wagon, hesitating to follow after Tsan'lo. Well, if they were going to get in trouble then at least they were going to together. “All right, fine! Let me just get sword! Don't start without me!” Harana vanished inside the wagon and disappeared somewhere else . It didn't seem like a spare sword was nearby. Harana wouldn't be coming back any time soon and Tsan'lo would be alone for a few minutes before another person had happened to be passing through the wagons. He cupped his hand above his eyes for shade as he caught Tsan'lo marching outside. It was Lios. “Tsan'lo? What are you doing out there? You need to rest.” Lios glanced around. “Wasn't Harana with you?” When he looked back at Tsan'lo, Lios' eyes snapped in alarm at her direction. He slowly frowned. "Those clothes..." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 16, 2014 12:20:21 GMT
She raised her eyebrow at Lios for a moment before returning it to it's usual, slightly furrowed position. "Mrhm. I asked your... Great Harry for a spar and he agreed. I can rest after beating the snout of him or after he beats the snot out of me." She shrugged, striking her sword in the air a few times out of practice as she slowly once more gained a feel on it. "And what about the clothes? You're the one who game them to me, I simply did some modifications for it so that it would be easier for me to move in it and to fight in it." She had probably done a mistake of sorts by cutting up the clothes, now that she thought about it. But their former comrade must not have been so important if they just decided to give said comrade's clothes to her after, right? She was just modifying them, it was not like they were completely destroyed or unusable again. She continued to watch Lios, waiting for his answer along with the Great Harry. Hopefully he would c9ome soon, before the wagons would be too far away for them to catch up without running. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 18, 2014 18:06:19 GMT
'Great Harry.' It made Lios smile, even if it were momentary. “You sound just like Shamees when you talk like that,” Lios remarked, following Tsan'lo with his eyes while the caravan rolled slowly ahead. Before Tsan'lo might be able to question him on the comment, Lios stepped off the wagon and stood waiting, the tail of his long, light green hair flowing above his shoulder from the blowing wind behind. Lios didn't come here to talk about Shamees and his choice in wardrobe. His smile was gone, replaced by a grave expression he did not try to hide. He appeared to be calm but it seemed more forced as if he were backtracking to more reasonable, less hasty thinking. “I know it's been a rough day for you so I hate having to bring this up on you.” Lios addressed Tsan'lo from afar until her pace allowed her to catch up to him. “It's not really your fault – it's ours. I've already talked to Shamees about it. He shouldn't have given you those clothes. They're...I mean, the clothes you're wearing...” Lios of course didn't know that Tsan'lo already knew, so telling her that they belonged to someone who had passed was difficult for him. He didn't want to burden her with the guilt of it. More importantly, he didn't want her to bear the knowledge that he was upset. It just seemed like a bad time to do it given with what Tsan'lo had been through today. But the excited pounding in his chest and the lightheaded sensation gripping his head drove him to tell her, to confront her, to impart some of the strong emotions that had whirled inside him when he saw what Tsan'lo had done. There was nothing that could be done with Sarvati's clothes now – they could try to patch it up, Lios knew. That must be what Shamees thought. Lios had a feeling Shamees already saw what happened and in the whirl of dormant emotions rising to the surface, Lios found that more offensive than it should be. The part of him that held Shamees responsible for this affair blamed him stronger. As strangers, Lios didn't know the extent of how Tsan'lo's tactlessness worked out. She'd been blunt, but he had readily excused the behaviour for her circumstances. Tsan'lo too might not realize the extent of how much Lios took certain matters personally. He stood as a hesitant young man unable to finish his sentence but would that be staying for long? Tsan'lo
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