Fixed his hair while sitting comfortably, check his heirloom saber and blushed a little being embarrassed by the mistake he made in his words. “Sorry sorry milady my apologies for the misuse of words smiles and laughs silently.”
Listens to her story attentively and silently, Replies with some what a little serious look.
“Ahh I see you are from a family of entertainers that moves from town to town to entertain others which gives joy and happiness to both the entertainer and the viewers.”
“Then basically you have been taught to be sword dancers now I’m getting interested because I didn’t know you can perform such things by using swords.”
“I have learned something new your dance with the sword is to make other happy which is different from the dance created by a duelist or swashbuckler because we are taught to make our beautiful dance bring only harm and death.”
OOC: Can I use Discern Yoki to analyze the other capabilities? oops sorry I'm not pretending to be Arc it's just a little misunderstanding.
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OCC: Why is Cecily who Arc hasn't talked to yet talking with him? Arc has never said me lady I think that was Alerian. Why is Alerian pretending to be my character Arc? I know he is a cool character with a cool name but, he is mine for the moment.
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Reason: Adding more info
.: Deimos :.
He stared at her as if she'd sprouted a beak and started cawing a foreign language. Even if his features remained unchanged--spiky blond hair, bland face, silver eyes--the set of his eyes conveyed honest puzzlement.
"Sad eyes?" Deimos pulled out his claymore behind him with a quiet chink against earth then studied his expression from the blade's reflection. Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. He put the sword back and continued leaning on it.
"Sad eyes are the eyes of a cow. Cattle, resigned to their fate in the smokehouse. Because one day they'll turn into sirloin and steak and they know it. Listen." He waggled a finger in front of her nose in a serious manner. "Don't let them fool you into thinking they're helpless or innocent. A bull looks innocent...until it turns its eyes on a female cow. Then it just looks horny. Goats are much worse. They're randy."
He crossed his arms and stared up at the moon again. "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads."
Deimos glared at the moon.
He wondered if he'd pulled it off. Sad was a weak word. Sorrow, on the other hand...
OOC: Alerian you came outta no where, your latest post makes no sense.
Deimos lectured her on the ways of the world. He certainly talked big and knew lots of stuff, this impressed Kaiserin more than it should have. She always assumed that only handlers knew a lot about the world. He placed his finger next to Kaiserin's nose and continued. She looked at him wide eyed, like a child listening to a fascinating story a grown-up was telling. Although she was impressed by Deimos' words, she didn't really understand them. After all, he was talking about human live-stock and animals. She didn't care for them since she grew up in a city and never ate human food.
Deimos looked up at the moon again, "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on." He said. "Such sad words" she thought.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads." She perked up having heard that, thinking of her first fight. She looked away from Deimos embarrassed.
"Maybe I was wrong...but...I don't think I was..." She said hesitantly, she often spoke her mind, but always tried to find a way to do it without offending people. "We all act strong, we walk proud with our backs straight and our eyes focused. We talk with such confidence and strength that no one will think that we're really alone and sad. We hide our weaknesses so well, to the point where we ourselves deny them." She paused, now making eye contact with Deimos. His eyes were cold and emotionless, like looking into a void.
"Maybe I'm babbling but--you should be more honest with yourself. In our world and with our lives, no one expects weakness. But it's usually denying our weaknesses that exposes them in the first place. Uhmm, I guess what I'm trying to say is...uhh, I'm...I'm not sure." She had trailed off, she knew what she wanted to say, but saying it was hard. Remembering her point, she smiled.
"What I mean is...It's OK to be sad...even if you think it makes you weak... I mean, such emotions make us human right?" She thought about what she said. She thought she knew what it was to be human, but looking at all the people surrounding her she often wondered if they had any clue what it meant to be human. Is denying weakness and sadness really such a bad thing? Something in her wanted to help this man, but she wasn't as naive to think he would want her help, or accept it even if she gave it.
OOC Again: Wrap up any conversations in the next few posts, second mission is going out soon.
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OOC: That isn't Alerian's fault. That was my error. I messed up the names with Alerian and Arc... they both started with 'A' and I was half asleep when I posted. Sorry about that.
"It was a pleasure talking to you all." Cecily bid farewell to those huddled together by fire’s light. She refused to talk any further about her rickety, past life as it would only bring sadness. Dancing, was the only thing she ever wanted to do from the start, but now it only reminded her of a blood-covered nightmare scrabbling at the corner of her mind. The blond got up, collected her things and left for the armory. It was about time to change her battle-worn attire and prepare for the endeavors soon to come. "We'll meet again when our fates wish it."
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OOC: This got philosophical. And the female Claymores are fighting over the male Claymores. >_< When did that happen?
IC: .: Deimos :.
Deimos smiled to acknowledge her logic. "That's what it's really about for all of us, huh. Are we still human? Are we even human to begin with the moment the organization grafts the part inside us? If I were to hunt a rabbit right now...if I cook it, does that make me human--if I eat it raw, a beast? Where is the line drawn?
Some days I feel like a different creature entirely."
He shrugged. Relaxed. "Still. An exposed weakness mightn't be so easy to hit. Take the story of the dragon and the tiny chink in his armor. Or the legend of a demi-god whose only weakness was an arrow of mistletoe." He eyed her. "You heard of them, haven't you? Or is the place where you come from have different legends?"
OOC EDIT: Yah, next mission! ^_^
OOC: lol, I suppose it did
The border between man and beast? Where could one really draw the line. Kaiserin looked at Deimos, continuing to smile even brighter because he was as well. Kaiserin looked up at the sky, the darkness went on forever, so naturally one could easily lose their sense of perception.
"I guess humanity is what you make of it. You choose if you want to cook the rabbit or eat it raw. We all grow up with a choice you know? Nothing is set in stone until we set it ourselves." This was the one thing, if the only thing she was sure about. Being something that peopld considered a monster, living and behaving like a human, does that make you human or a monster?
"Sorry I can't match your wit and intelligence about old legends," she said looking down towards the floor "still though. I understand what you mean, I think... Was there something about...a mouse, or lion as well?" She said, thinking of something entirely different (no surprises). Kaiserin got up slowly keeping eye contact with Deimos. Some how he felt less cold.
"Suppose it might be a good idea to hide some weakness, but don't go overboard with it, OK?" She questioned like a concerned mother. It was late now, and she couldn't contain her hunger any longer. She wanted to keep talking with this man, but her body wouldn't allow it anymore. Standing up right now, she extended her hand to Deimos as a sign of friendship, hoping he would respond...
.: Deimos :.
His eyes grew shuttered, half-closed and distant. "That's the easy way out. But one of a multitude of answers, perhaps."
Deimos' face cleared of hostility, and he resumed his mundane expression. When Kaiserin offered her hand, he half-rose and took not her open palm but wrapped his thin fingers around her wrist. He applied gentle pressure.
"Up where I used to come from, a long time ago, we exchanged greetings with an arm clasp and farewells like this. Comrade."
Melancholy happiness traced his smile. "I hope you have your wits about you when I send you my black card. Good luck."
"This is it, then. I've decided. Someday I hope to die a human. It's not for me to be hunted like a beast."
Having her fill from the wagon's food rations, Lindy sat round the fireplace where Sisteena, Arc and Cecily were. She was glad that her new found friends were able to get along somehow.
"Hmm It seems like I'm the only one who's interested in the wagon's food." Lindy thought to herself while surveying the surroundings. Some of her comrades had rested while the others were conversing with one another. None were holding onto any foodstuff that was distributed by the organisation.
"Maybe they have had tastier food before." Lindy leaned against her Claymore and her eyelids started to feel heavy, "I can't wait to visit a town soon to learn new things." With that she dozed off.
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