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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 18, 2014 18:40:57 GMT
She rolled her eyes at the mention that she sounded like the mongrel. Bhah, and there would be another exalt in Ylisse soon. Poppycock. They rolled even more as the man went trough explaining about the clothes and how rough her day must have been and all that other polite jazz that would just go past her ears as pointless talk. She continued to swing her sword in the air as she slowly walked so that she would be in hearing distance of Lios without him having to yell. But that's where the politeness really ended, and he would see so soon. "They're the clothes of someone who's now dead, yes. I already know this. I'm pretty sure the one dead now was female, yes?" She tilted her head. "Would explain the size fitting. Or just a slightly smaller male." Mayhaps this Lios had in some ways loved the wearer of the clothes. As a friend, or as a lover in all but ring. It mattered naught to her. If he wanted to keep the clothes, he could get them as soon as she would somehow be able to buy her own from the nearest town. She hoped that her money pouch had been saved. "But the point is. I do not truly care if the person is dead or not. I never knew them. If the person was a good one, then she or he was a good one. All that matters to me right now is that the clothes fit and that they could be made into better fighting clothes with some cutting and sewing. Even so, once my working here ends I can easily patch it up to you, if the memento with these clothes for some reason would be so dear to you." "Although I can never fathom the concept of not using items from dead people. They're dead, are they not? Their spirits might disapprove, but in the end even they should acknowledge that their belongings should be used for a new cause rather than leaving them to rot in some box or somesuch." With a nonchalant shrug she returned to swinging her sword. Slash, slice, slash, stab, slice. She was getting into the feel more and more with each passing strike. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 23, 2014 14:24:24 GMT
Lios found himself looking up when he hadn't even realized his gaze had fallen down. The cold, factual tone drew him to raise his head. It was a reaction so unexpected that it did not process to him instantly. He felt the fire in his chest die but his heart pounded even faster. “I understand how you feel,” was what came out of Lios automatically. She was only concerned for her own needs and she was right; she couldn't care less about Sarvati's clothes since she never knew her personally. Tsan'lo even offered to fix the clothes for him and that must be enough of an expression of remose. But the more Lios told these things to himself, the more he began to doubt his own justifications... “I'm not asking you to fix it. The damage is done.” Then what was it that he wanted? He continued to talk and the method seemed to suffice in answering his own questions. “But the person was someone important to us, to all of us. To you, they're just second-hand clothes but to us, they're memories of someone who left us behind. We...Shamees did lend it to you. I honestly don't agee with it but I don't think he expected you to cut it up like that.” He could hear her sword cutting the air but it didn't feel like it was there. He was being overwhelmed by the fast beating of his heart that he was more aware it was pounding than if he were still breathing. The lightheadness still hadn't left but he was able to somewhat think better. With everything he wanted to say out, he focused on getting back on the things Tsan'lo had said. At the back of his mind, he knew there was something else that was wrong, something that Tsan'lo said that continued to cause him apprehension. He already knew but it was dawning on him slowly, doubtfully. He was aware that his mind wasn't all that clear, so he readily gave her the benefit of the doubt, readily thought it was him who was partially on the wrong... After all, who could be so tactless about someone who died? Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 23, 2014 14:39:05 GMT
"Yes, the damage to the clothes that can easily be sewed up in a few evenings has been done, and I think wolves mauled me at the road yesterday. The world is full of obvious things sometimes, yes?" She rolled her eyes slightly as the man babbled on more and more about the clothes. What, did the man sleep with those clothes and then raise a half mongoloid half ugly clothed demon baby to care about them so much? Unbelievable, truly. "You first tell me that you are not asking me to fix something and that the damage has been done, yes. But then you begin to lecture me on how important and big they are to you. Perhaps you should think on how they might only matter so much to your leader if he was willing to give them away, yes? The torch was passed onto me and I was given to special guidance on how to handle them. No words. He mentioned nothing of them being something important that I should value." She furrowed her brows deeper than normal, sighing in a frustrated manner for some reason as she kept striking the air with her sword, her steps quickening a little bit as she still walked close to the wagon. "Maybe I could grow to care even a little bit if I was told who this person was. All I know is the name and even that already slipped out of my memory while you continued to blabble on." She rolled her eyes once more as she then tilted her head, staring past him. "And where is Harry anyways. For being someone so great he's awfully slow. Except if he's great and being slow, and I already got that impression from the state of mind... Blech, this is going to be fantastic." shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 23, 2014 15:21:19 GMT
Tsan'lo's comments on Harana went through Lios' ears completely. His heart that had been beating madly and pumping blood to his head had gone suddenly still, leaving him to feel nothing but the shaking of every bone in his body. He felt weightless, cold, yet his chest was burning, its combustion consuming the air in his lungs. He stared at her, his vision being occupied by a black filter that made everything darker. Nothing of what he said went through her at all. When he was expecting her to be apologetic for the innocent mistake that she'd done, she mocked him. When he was searching for the slightest remorse for his grievance, one he expressed so humbly, she complained. Lios could not even begin to string together all the words for a respond. They exploded, scattered in his head. “Are you – Are you hearing yourself? You think it's ME who might be wrong? That I was mistaken? I'm pretty sure I KNOW Shamees – better than YOU, some stranger who I see is completely deaf! Just what kind of delusional thoughts do you have? You – You weren't given a torch or 'special guidance' – What the hell are you even talking about? – Sarvati was just as important to Shamees. When he lent you those clothes, that's all he gave you. What he expected was common courtesy not to destroy it.” In an instant, everything became so clear. Her aloof mannerisms, her impertinent behaviour, her tactless mouth. They burned vividly in his eyes and just seeing them fueled the fire inside of him. In an instant, Lios changed. He no longer recognized the bipedal creature before him to be a person. He was burning, and the hateful glare that he sent daggering at Tsan'lo relayed wordlessly how much he starved to hurt her. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 23, 2014 16:05:48 GMT
She tilted her head as the man in a way exploded in front of her. She wasn't stupid. She understood that angering one of her employers was never a good thing, especially when she actually wanted to complete the contract of sorts. But at the same time to her the man was very... Unclear and rather rash. The clothes were given for her to wear. She was never told they were special and that they should not be cut or molded, and the man seemed to miss the thing about them still being fixable. Shamees certainly had a strange troupe of mongoloids under his command. But she noticed something in his eyes that reluctantly dragged some respect out of her. The anger in his eyes as he stared at her would have made a lesser person already tremble and beg for forgiveness. But she was above him in so many ways that she would not even bother listing them in her head. In fact, the idea that she had gotten him so fired up simply from presenting her viewpoint made her rather amused. A little smirk formed onto her face as she still walked, swinging the sword. Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing. "I'll just leave you to thinking alone for a while, then. Tell Harry the Turtle that we'll be sparring later. Maybe you should try beating the snot out of him before your glare starts to burn holes in someone's feeble body." She proceeded to the speeden up her walking, walking past the first caravan as she did a little mocking wave to the man before continuing past a few more wagons. Where was the mongrel. She would need to ask him a few questions, none of which were that important. She actually had no idea WHY she was looking for him. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 24, 2014 0:49:37 GMT
Lios still found it hard to believe, how one person could be so unreasonably demeaning, thoughtless, and arrogant. Had they really saved the life of such a person? Lios struggled with the question: Why? Why was Tsan'lo like this? Why were there people like her? Why did they act that way? In the darkness enveloping his mind, it was very quickly no longer about his grievance. The world was contorting to the memories of old wounds, of old pains; to the memories of long gone and long buried. Lios was in a completely different state of mind and he battled with something in the past that Tsan'lo could not hope to get a glimpse of. To her, he was indeed the most irrational and rash. There was such a gap – a chasm – that separated the two from understanding each other. His bones were filled and hardened with steel. In the darkness that enveloped his mind, he saw clarity and held total control. He felt the slighest twitch in his muscles and commanded even the beating of his heart, slow, even, steady. The angry flames circuited throughout his body, forging him like a weapon and leaving an expansive void from where they had burned in his chest. “I'll give you one last chance.” A void frozen in ice. “Apologize.” He didn't want her to apologize. He knew she wasn't going to. And even she did, he wasn't going to accept it. What he wanted was the worst out of her, for her to again mock him and roll her eyes. He sought for the last push that would set him in motion and unleash the monster rarring to burrow its teeth at her neck and rip it apart. He was going to do much more than burning holes. So. Much. More. In the wagon, Harana hurried and stopped before the curtains to catch his breath first. A wide smile spread on his face at the treasure he held on his arms. The weight of a real sword was heavier than he thought. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 24, 2014 1:18:07 GMT
She tasted the words in her head for a moment, trying to decide the forms she would spin them in and how she would indulge herself in the coming anger of the man. It would be delicious, and in so many ways satisfying. Yet at the back of her mind she knew that she would probably indeed be torn to shreds by this man if he decided to attack her. Even if he happened not to be a fighter (which he apparently was since he had sparred with Harry the Turtle), she could not hold for long. She was still very weak. She then returned her mind to figuring on what to say to the man. She could go with her original ideas and send a long chain of insults and questioning things such as the man's manhood, why his parents never loved him and why was he so stupid and if he had slept with the former owner of the clothes. Or perhaps she could just say nothing and continue walking. But that was not pleasing at all, no. She wanted to at the very least indulge a bit in the hatred the man felt for her, the hatred in his eyes... She had an idea. She proceeded to climb up onto a wagon, huffing and puffing as she did. The effort strained her muscles slightly, and she could feel sweat beads forming across her forehead. She felt so weak, so... So pathetic, in a way. She would have to show the man that she could hurt him with the simplest words... Or to try and hurt him at the very least. Maybe even convince him that his rage was being at some parts very unreasonable. And then laugh at his face for getting him to admit that. Heh. "I am sorry." She nodded once, turning around as she then pushed inside the wagon. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 28, 2014 9:05:16 GMT
It didn't take effort to topple the last of Lios' restraint. It was a mistake for Tsan'lo to show him her back. Whether or not her body was so weak that she would crawl and wheeze, not a single fiber of humanity remained in Lios for him to care. He would crush her under his foot like how he would crush a bug. His feet ripped the grasses on their path. Harana was reaching for the curtains when another set of fingers pried them open. Harana let out an undignified yelp of surprise at the person that suddenly entered the wagon. “Oh, it's just you. What are you – ” Still cradling the sword on his arms, Harana stepped aside and watched as a whip of long hair turned to him and vanished behind the other curtains, responding with footsteps that seemed heavier than usual. Harana gave it a brief moment of confusion. What was up with Lios? Harana poked his head out of the curtains only to find that there was no one walking along the caravan. Huh. And where was Tsan'lo? A pair of green eyes instantly took notice of the person pushing inside the wagon. The owner of the pair wasn't very interested to ask – initially letting out nothing more than a hum – but it looked like he needed to mind someone else's business for a bit. Pushing the last clip on his belt, he turned around and approached the person who almost walked into him while he was putting on clothes. Even with Sarvati around, there had been no need for precaution when it came to privacy. “Done with your walk?” Shamees stood in front of Tsan'lo with his arms crossed. He already noticed that she was sweating off too much from a simple walk. She didn't look pale, but she didn't look so good either. Tsan'lo (tsan'lo has escaped!)
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 28, 2014 14:15:32 GMT
She huffed and puffed as she walked. Hopefully the man would finally leave her alone, what with all his idiocy. Sure, the spark of anger and rage she had seen before in his eyes had been a respectable thing, but in the end he was just air. Air she would have to work for sadly, but, all work had it's good sides and bad sides. Sadly the good sides here were being rather invisible at the moment. Working with people such as the red haired mongrel, Lios, and... Harry the Turtle. And some other people she might have already met, she kinda had forgotten. Once she entered the wagon she blinked for a second as the man was finishing dressing up, which lead to her wondering if he had been naked just a moment ago. ... Dammit, now she was imagining him being like that and it was disturbing the everliving hell out of her. "Well." She let out a slight huff, drawing air into her lungs as she sat herself down on a box. Hopefully for now Lios would not follow. And hopefully if he ever got the idea, the mongrel would not allow him to cut her up into very tiny pieces. Of course, she would try to do the same for him, but the point still stood that she did not want to succumb to violence yet. Not yet. Nooot yet. "I might have angered your accomplice, Lios was it, by just presenting why his thoughts about me wearing this clothing and modifying it was stupid and it seemed like he was about to rush at me, but in the end did not." She nodded, stroking her chin as she tilted her head. "Surely, my wording might have been a bit bad, but I thought to try and get my point across without lying about it. Or trying to sweeten up my words to make his simple mind get my words wrong." She hated misunderstandings. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 30, 2014 16:48:44 GMT
The respond he got was more than what Shamees was asking for. He had casually inquired about her walk to be able to raise the question about her look of exhaustion. But as it turned out, Tsan'lo's walk had involved something more. He listened, calm and reserved as he ever was no matter the rude insinuations Tsan'lo made. It seemed that Lios had found out the fate of Sarvati's clothes. Shamees knew the news would be anything but pleasant for Lios, but he could only take so much responsibility for a single incident. In the end, it was Tsan'lo who decided to make "modifications" on the clothes. She deserved to be by the receiving end of Lios' anger. He didn't think it would come to the point that Lios would attack her. Shamees believed Tsan'lo, but he also knew Lios enough that resorting to violence was not something he would do without provocation. "Where did you get that?" he asked, directing his gaze to her sword. Shamees made the extra effort to bring attention to the sword to give Tsan'lo a moment to get settled down. "You're not pilfering, are you?" Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 30, 2014 17:15:34 GMT
She blinked for a moment as he mentioned the sword she was holding in her hands and where she got it. At first she was about to throw about fifteen different insults at him and then not explaining. Her eyebrow then raised as he seemed to imply that just maybe she had... Pilfered it. From where, his bloody caravan? He would DARE to implicate that she would steal? Or well. Sure she did usually steal some little things, but not from someone she owed her honor to. The thought that he would even doubt her hurt her a little bit too much to her own liking. "It's my own." A simple answer. She held it out, staring at the old and slightly beaten edge. She had wielded his sword for years. It was just not a weapon to her, it was the only connection to her old life. It was her fifth limb. It was... Something she would not yet remember and cry over in front of this man. She placed it back down as she let out something akin to a grunt. "I should replace it at some point." Memories needed to be get rid at some point. Yes. "I will bring this clear. I'm going to work under you, not STEAL from you. Believe or not I do not care." She furrowed her brows for a moment. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 30, 2014 17:45:03 GMT
Tsan'lo's respond tugged the ends of his lips. For the first time in her presence, he smiled. "I'm glad to hear that." Of course he knew that Tsan'lo didn't pilfer the sword. Other than the apparent used state it was in, her passionate conviction to her "honour" told him that she wasn't the type to stoop to that level. Besides, thieves were often smarter. "You're mistaken on one thing though," Shamees said, his face becoming serious again. He turned around and reached for a wooden cup on top of some crates. On the corner at the other end of the wagon, he pulled the lid off a water barrel and filled the cup full. "You're not working under me. I don't feel like babysitting an amateur who I have no obligation to, especially when they don't know how to listen." Shamees returned to Tsan'lo and handed her the cup. "Here." Tsan'lo had worked quite a bit of sweat and hadn't drank since she regained consciousness. Either she was enduring the thirst or she hadn't realized she might be dehydrated. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 30, 2014 18:14:37 GMT
She tilted her head a bit at his smile. It was in some ways charming, if it was not attached to such a... Person. But it in some ways, along with what personality he had shown around her, had made it clear why he was the leader. She felt something akin to natural charisma in him. It almost made her a bit frustrated when his smile disappeared back into a more serious expression. She stared at the cup for a while before finally grabbing the cup as she then took a long sip from it. It was just water, yet it made her a bit more energized. Her frown deepened below her usual levels of frowning as he called her an amateur and then basically told her that he would not be "babysitting" her. She could feel her anger fuming. If there could be smoke coming from the ears of people, there would be some coming out of hers. She grit her teeth together after drinking, and only barely managed to not explode into something of a little fit. It would have been too childish. Giving the man the knowledge he had gotten her even if he did not intend to. "I'll follow your caravan. Sure, you can tie me to a tree and knock me out, but after a few days only except me to be back on your trail. I will pay back this debt even if you do not acknowledge it with your little mind, believe that much." She sneered as she finished her cup. shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 31, 2014 4:35:31 GMT
Shamees, of course, knew that this was going to be Tsan'lo's respond. She'd already done a good job convincing him how stubborn she was from the first conversation they had. He wouldn't have brought it up without a good reason if it were going to be just a repeat of it. Crossing his arms back, he leaned against the wall across her and waited for her to finish drinking before speaking again, "Tsan'lo, are you a mercenary? Or a practitioner of the blade?" Shamees also already knew what her respond was going to be. Having confirmed that she was Valmese, he was certain that she was a myrmidon, marked by her ostensible amount of pride and attachment to her sword if the brief appraisal she gave it were any indication - succinct as her respond might be. He wouldn't say he already had a clear picture of who Tsan'lo was. Based from the many practitioners that he had met in the past, however, he had been hazarding an intelligent guess. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 31, 2014 12:23:23 GMT
"I'm..." She thought about it for a moment before then shrugging. "You could say mercenary, yes. I fight and kill for someone who pays me." She then raised her hand, indicating she was going to continue as she then placed the cup down, coughing a bit. "But it varies. Sometimes I take jobs. For money, mostly. Only source of income except for looting from the people I kill for said income. But... I also do it to train." She nodded, her hand instinctively grabbing her bronze sword as she lifted it, staring at the edge. "Betterment is my main concern." "I do not know why. I... I've trained for a long time. Years. Maybe thirteen? I am not sure. It's been a long time. I am already capable. Yet I wish to improve." She placed the sword down, still staring at it for a moment. "I do not know why, as I've said before. It's just..." An obsession. That was the word that she wished to use, but it was something that implied she had flaws. She did not want to give this man more ammo. She proceeded to raise her eyes from the sword to him, her frown showing no sign of any internal turmoil. She did not cry, just as she had promised to herself earlier. shamees
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