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Post by Mana on Jul 24, 2016 13:38:35 GMT -6
Many people in the room were in the same state as Mana, some handled it better and some didn't. The atmosphere was quite...wild. The music and cheering kept going louder as the party began to heat up. There was some fights in there and there but nothing serious so far, just some quarrel and fistfight between the drunkards. The party had been going well and people looked happy. "Huuuh....Beeer...." Mana remarked as she raised her head lazily when Veigue mentioned something about her drink. His warning was bit late though. The young swordswoman had drank more than she could handle and now was in the verge of losing control of her mind. She felt a bit sleepy but had no desire for bed. In fact, she felt great desire to let everything out and go wild without restrain...not good, really. "Buut thaat was a juiceee.... It is deliicioooous...." she said. Mana raised from her seat and lean closer toward Veigue, staring closely at his fingers. Her stare seemed blank but her eyes moved periodically between the three fingers. She then laughed as her hand grabbed Veigue's and fondled it. "Ahahaha! How funny...you have eight fingers in one hand. Shouldn't you only have five at most?" The girl seemed confused by her hallucination. Who knows what Veigue would do now after he had proved that Mana was helplessly drunk. "Hmm...it's not good... Let me help. Maybe I can fix it by cutting some of those extra fingers..." She said that sentence with happy expression and laughter but what she was going to do wasn't funny at all. Be careful, Veigue... Mana pulled out her knife...Things didn't look good at this moment...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 0:07:32 GMT -6
Yeeep. Just as he thought.
Could have been prevented before it got worst, but Veigue suspected something like that would happen with or without his interference. Probably would have helped with the amount of alcohol she consumed, though. But there wasn't much to worry about, right? While he wasn't an expert with drunken folk, he wasn't a stranger to it. She just needed a bunch of water and a little help sobering up. Getting rid of the steady-coming beer was the first task.
...The chaos of the room didn't help, though. With the uprising of drunken celebrations, Veigue found himself a lot more uncomfortable in his chair more than earlier. He could at least tolerate the clutter to a certain extent, but when it was clutter, the travelling sent of alcohol and loud cheers — not to mention fights — only added more to his desire to find a nice, quiet place to actually enjoy the moment of rejoice. It's not every day where he's actually in the mood to feel good after winning a hard-fought battle, so no one could blame him for wanting to savor that moment in comfort.
Well, that didn't meant hope was lost. He could try pulling Mana to the side somewhere where the songs of drunken pleasantries — if you could even call it that — were absent, or at least less occurring. He's seen bar buddies do something similar before when one or the other got too drunk to be around other people, keeping them in a less noisy environment and helping them come back to some kind of sense before passing out. Maybe Mana wasn't entirely gone, anywa--
...Oh.
Ohhhhh.
Okay, yeah. Scratch that: she's completely gone now. The amount of sweat that fell down Veigue's face wasn't much, but enough to back up his slightly panicked expression as Mana took hold of his hand. He wasn't sure what was more terrifying; the swarm of monsters he helped kill today, or the ghastly look of terror on Mana's reddened face.
"Just remain calm. What could she actually do to me, anywa--"
And then came the knife.
"Oh, come on!"
Man, if there were a perfect time to finally start a drinking habit, Veigue would have picked it now. Maybe he could have drowned out this potentially ever happening at all. At the very least, he could wake up the next day with a bad hangover and question the missing fingers without ever knowing who did it — not like Mana would remember, either. But that wasn't going to happen, and Veigue jerked his hand away before pressing his back against his chair, albeit sliding down a bit until his body was mostly underneath the table; head still up while peaking at the drunken friend.
"Mana, I-I really think you might want to consider going for a walk or something, yeah?" Well, this was a first. At least no one he knew was around to see him in this rather sorry state. At least it was just Mana. Veigue could only imagine if it were a drunken Nayru instead...
He could picture it now; could almost feel the literal explosions going off and having a lot more to do than "clean up".
Thank goodness the waitress passed back by, Veigue pulling the woman to his side abruptly by the end of her long skirt, much to her dismay and trembling state. Couldn't blame her, but Veigue spoke quick.
"I'm sorry, but... You might want to come back with water only for this table..."
"I-I guess. No problem, sir..."
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Post by Mana on Jul 31, 2016 13:41:31 GMT -6
Mana's drowsy eyes stared at the empty table before her. Her hand grasping air, looking for something that had been in her grasp before. What she was trying to do again? Oh that's right. She was going to help a friend who had more fingers than he normally should have. Wait...where were those fingers? More importantly, where was Veigue? Mana dropped the knife and then yawned. The girl rubbed her eyes as she fell back to her chair, feeling disappointed that she couldn't cure Veigue grom his "illness".
"Oh there you are..." Mana remarked cheerfully when Veigue's head talked to her. Weird. Where was his body? Poor Veigue...now he had lost his body. The Sacaen girl watched as Veigue pulled a waitress close and said something. Hmm...that was a strange way to pick up girls. Not that Mana knew a lot about flirting and courtship but grabbing a girl's skirt and making her afraid definitely weren't a good start.
"No water! I want THAT juice!!" Still mistaking the alcohol as orange juice, Mana quickly protested to Veigue's request. Water was nice and refreshing but it couldn't compare to her last drink. She then spoke again. "I don't mind having a walk but I don't want just water!!" The Sacaen girl became frantic and she waved her arms trying to protest. Her hand accidentally hit the glass on the table, sending it flying across the room and unfortunately hitting another drunken patron. The poor man collapsed, probably fainted, when the glass crashed against his bald head. Nice...the first victim of Mana's drunken rage. Thankfully the man's friends just laughed on the little incident and continued drinking without asking retribution or anything. At least it didn't start a brawl.
Mana rose up from her seat and snatched a bottle of beer from the waitress' tray. She then grabbed Veigue's hand and pulled him out of his hiding. "A walk sounds like a good idea. This place has too much noises which make my head hurt. For some reason everyone sounds louder than before...maybe they get too spirited and sing too loud???" she said. What caused her head to ache was actually not the noise. Well, it did a bit but mostly it was the effect of the alcohol that made the girl feel like she was banging her head against the wall. "Come on!!! What are you waiting for?" Mana cheerfully shouted as she dragged her fellow Sacaen out of the building.
At this time of night, the streets were empty and only a few people passed by, only the headquarter of SC where townspeople were still partying was still alive. The scene of the sleeping town under the bright moonlight and stars was actually pretty nice if only Mana was sober enough to fully enjoy it. It seemed it would take a long time until the spirited swordswoman could recover. "Aaaaah!! The wind feels nice!! And it's great to finally walk away from that place. My head is hurting less now..." she stated as she happily gulped her "juice".
"Want some?" she then offered the bottle to Veigue.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 12:12:17 GMT -6
Well, at least it wasn't boring. He remained fortunate that the rest of his body remained ducked down, for that flinging glass could have whomped him upside the head instead of that drunkard. Who'd have thought Mana had it in her when the alcohol pulled it out to the surface — it was both remarkable and terrifying. That confirmed it for him though: No. Beer. Ever. Though seeing Mana's outburst at his water request, getting her to stop consuming it was out of the question now. The swordsman finally sat back straight, face planting onto the table as the chaotic environment knew off the inner workings of his mind.
"What did I do to deserve it this time..." He said lowly to himself.
Trouble in all forms attracted to him better than any kind of magnetic force known to man.
And cue the abrupt pull. At least Mana seemed to shuffle through her muddled mind and made a good choice of getting away from the mayhem. That made things a lot more easier and less pressure from the cluttered room of dysfunction. It did feel pretty damn good to get some fresh air; the sacaean remained grateful for everything, all things considered. The air of the tranquil night seemed to do it's work with Mana's condition as well, perhaps giving Veigue an opportunity to communicate with her better.
Maybe.
"Ah... Nah, I'm good. Though I appreciate the offer. About the juice, however," Veigue said, eyes narrowing a bit as he felt low on options. "See the wrapping around the bottle? That's... actually an alcohol label."
Since she might not have had clear enough vision to read the words, Veigue thought that Mana could try to see the paper around it to get some kind of hint that she wasn't consuming what she thought she was. Though the swordsman suspected that it was futile effort, resolving to allow her to sober up or pass out whenever that happens and he could cross that bridge when she comes to later or the next day. Maybe some kind of change of topic could bring some sort of salvation to both he and his fellow plainswoman? She still seemed sane enough to hold somewhat of a conversation, though hopefully none that wouldn't end in getting his fingers chopped off. No tables to hide under out there.
"But other than that, I'm curious about something that I forgot to ask earlier. Your sword..." Veigue trailed off, staring down on the single-edged blade of hers that reminded him so much of his own, Kenji. "Does it hold some kind of historical background?"
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Post by Mana on Aug 21, 2016 11:23:00 GMT -6
Mana looked confused for a moment when Veigue tried to tell her that she had been drinking wrong "juice". At least she was sane enough to process the word "alcohol" when Veigue said it. She blinked once and then brought up the bottle close to her face. There were some words written on the wrapping but in her current state her eyesight was too disturbed. She couldn't think. Or rather she didn't want to think. "Whatever. It tastes good anyway. And it's not like I am going to get drunk easily if it is really a beer..." It seemed Mana hadn't realized that she was already drunk enough. Her words definitely wouldn't convince Veigue and might give the swordsman a headache instead.
Oh now they were getting into good topic. Sword! Well, it wasn't like she was a sword addict or anything but as a fencer Mana truly held enthusiasm for things like swords or the sword techniques. Smiling brightly, the Sacaen threw the bottle away as if she had already lost interest over it. The bottle might hit or not hit someone this time but who care about that... "Do you mean this one???" Mana drew Falcatta out its sheath quickly as she shouted. Although the girl had good technique in quick-draw, this time she was far off her best condition and her sense of direction was in a mess so her draw made a wide and dangerous arc. The edge of the blade itself stopped just a few inches before Veigue's chest while Mana seemed ignorant that she had just done something life-threatening. The girl just smiled proudly as she boasted about her precious sword. "I got this from Kenshin the Crimson Demon!! Hard to believe huh? But it's real! He made me draw this sword from a stone and said it belong to me. This sword is called Falcatta, the one Kenshin has used in the famous Bandits War!!" Mana seemed excited when she recited the story of how she had received Falcatta from Kenshin.
Because of his Sacaen origin, Veigue would probably know of the sword's history so hopefully Mana didn't have to explain much. "Even now I am still doubtful that someone like me is fit to wield this legendary sword but I will try my best. This one is super sharp and light! Basically the best sword I've ever known." Mana made three backward steps to put distance between her and Veigue before she continued by displaying a few basic slashes and thrusts with Falcatta. The blade then accidentally hit a signpost and cut it into two pieces, leaving a clean cut at where the blade hit, which Mana failed to notice.
"To be honest, I am intrigued by your sword too! Let me have a look!" Mana pointed at Kenji and made demanding look. "And here you can try using Falcatta if you want!" Still in her wild state, Mana tossed the sword at Veigue instead of handing it safely. Lets hope Veigue was ready to catch a flying sword heading towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 12:43:16 GMT -6
Yeah, about time he gave up there. At least he had plenty of room to run away, in case Mana wanted to shift into a butchering mood again. He liked his fingers, after all. Though it figured that getting her to chuck the bottle of self-damaging liquid was as simple as talking about swords — it was so unbelievable to him that it bordered on Veigue thinking he became delusional or he might have been drunk, too, somehow.
"...That's all I had to do? Why didn't I think of this sooner!?"
He wasn't going to get over that. Probably.
Though hearing Mana speak on the Falcatta's features and the one who bestowed it upon her — all in clear detail despite her condition — caused an eyebrow arch from the swordsman. Kenshin? A name he hadn't heard in a while, but one he, or anyone native to Sacae, knows of his reputation by default. Veigue almost didn't believe her — she was drunk, after all. Some information probably got screwed around here and there, though he's well aware that alcohol could sometimes bring the full truth out of someone. Mana seemed deeply proud of wielding the blade, so perhaps it was true.
While Veigue didn't want any swords from the Crimson Demon, he wanted to meet the guy; not out of being some kind of fanboy, but out of some premonition dropping upon him with the weight of the skies that he might need to visit the guy somehow, in case things went south with the upcoming struggle on his journey. If the contents of his father's journal were correct, someone like Kenshin needed to at least know that the plains could be in grave danger, should Veigue die to his enemy. He'd handle it much better than Veigue or Lena could. But it wasn't Kenshin nor anyone else's fight; it was Veigue's responsibility...
"That is a grand honor, indeed," Veigue began. "But if it was passed down to you in such a manner from the man himself, then you're more worthy than you believe yourself to be. I know this from my own trials and experience."
Speaking of Kenji...
She wanted to know of it as well. The blade wasn't anything super special like Falcatta, but it's age and secrets weren't anything to disapprove of, either. While Veigue remained tasked with the duty to maintain the Magnus's secrets, that technically applied to the fighting style and nothing more. After all, no one else even knew about Kenji's powers other than his father and — apparently — his grandfather.
After barely catching Mana's blade after the girl almost gave him about the third heart attack of the night, he reached for the family blade with a bit of hesitation before passing it to her. "Kenji's the blade's name. It's a family heirloom passed down from parent to child in the main branch of the Magnus Cla— I mean, tribe."
Veigue wasn't sure how in-tune Mana was with spiritual awareness or magic, but Veigue did feel a bit of electricity surging from within Kenji before he handed to Mana, wondering if she felt it too and realized the blade held magical properties, so he wouldn't have to go into an explanation of that — he didn't even fully tap into it's powers to make sense of it's potential, anyway.
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Post by Mana on Aug 28, 2016 11:22:47 GMT -6
Mana felt slightly embarrassed after Veigue finished his comment. The maiden wondered if she was truly worthy. Mana believed that she hadn't make many great achievement since the day the legendary sword had been passed to her. Would it make her unworthy? Maybe. "Ah no...I still have a long way to go..." she remarked. Thankfully her cheeks was already reddening from the alcohol effect so Veigue probably wouldn't notice her blushing.
The girl extended her arm with open palm in excitement. As someone who had trained in swordplay for years and loved it, she had good eyes for recognizing great swords even with a single glimpse. Of course it was the first time she saw Kenji but her instinct told her that it was a remarkable sword. When Veigue passed Kenji to her, Mana felt some kind of energy flowing out from the sword. Having wielded Falcatta before, and also Kirin, her magic thunder sword, Mana recognized the strange sensation instantly. Kenji probably had some kind of spirit residing within it or maybe it had magical attributes. Moreover, Falcatta had given her ability to feel and converse with spirits better than most humans so determining the true nature of the sword was a simple feat. "This is a great sword... I see it is not just any normal sword. Kenji is a magic sword, am I right?" she guessed. The girl was already certain but she decided to ask just to confirm it. "Kenji is a good name. It suits the sword perfectly," she remarked as she did a few quick swings using Kenji. Its weight didn't differ much from her own sword and the sound it made when the blade cutting the air was quite enjoyable. Maybe most people didn't know about it but a swordmaster like Mana and Veigue should be able to recognize a sword's quality just by practicing basic movements with it. "And yes this one is definitely a great sword. You must feel honored to inherit this sword from your parents."
Mana swayed a bit when her legs lost their strengths for a moment, probably because of the alcohol. Her head hurt more than before and the girl tried to fight it by rubbing her temple hard. However, she still kept the same smile and laugh as if the headache wasn't bothering her. It was good that they were outside, away from those liquors, so Mana wouldn't be able to grab another bottle and made Veigue's night worse.
"So Veigue... I am not sure why I feel like this but... I think I can be good friends with you. Well, it's strange but I can sense honorable soul from you, my fellow Sacaen." Mana, like most Sacaens, treasured connection between the children of the plains. Although they spread into a lot of tribes and fighting between them wasn't uncommon, Sacaens tended to have strong feeling of unity. Mana stared at Veigue for a while before erupting into a laugh. "Okay...that must feel weird for you to hear it suddenly. Sorry sorry... my bad," she said, chuckling.
Mana then continued walking, still forgetting to return Kenji and take back Falcatta. She smiled as she enjoyed the peaceful night. As if the stars were celebrating the victory over the undead army too, they did look brighter than usual. "You know... this guild gives me an idea. I would like to form some kind of group, a bit different from an army or guild, that fight against monsters and bandits, maybe even against an evil country like Etruria. I still hasn't thought far about it but...I am really serious about it," she said. Mana herself wasn't sure why she brought up this topic. Maybe she was just feeling it was a good moment to talk about her dream.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 12:45:08 GMT -6
Self-criticism. Despite her drunken state, knowing the fellow plainswoman shared that sort of tendency with him was sort of comforting in a way, but he knew she was selling herself short. The battle with the undead proved to Veigue that Mana was a gifted sword fighter — likely more skilled than the majority of Elibe's warriors. He personally felt that if the two had a sparring match, she'd come out on top, which the thought alone did motivate him to keep up his training at full force.
At least she didn't go around punching or slicing trees. Maybe he should stop doing that.
When Veigue wielded Falcatta, he felt something strange — something foreign that no amount of exploring Elibe could educate him on the divine feeling the sword emitted. It was much different from Kenji, unable to fathom just how much the sword's been through and the wielders' trials. It held excellent craftsmanship, very similar to the style Kenji sported. It was like holding a more pure form of his family heirloom, untainted by the ugliness of wicked hearts. Unlike Kenji, who's had the opportunity to have wielders of both warm and cold hearts, Falcatta must have been wielded by nothing but noble souls.
"Yes, it's a magic blade, though one's latent powers that I'm still learning about," He said in response to her question. "No doubt it holds many secrets to where I'm almost afraid of what I'll discover, the more I do battle with it in hand. I hear a faint voice echoing throughout my mind every time the sword resonates with my soul. Given the sword's dark history, who knows what lies within..."
And then she brought up his parents. Veigue went deathly silent for a moment, feeling the emotions welling up when they're unwanted. Not that Mana would have the slightest idea as to how rocky that relationship was, so he held it in and could only nod before putting back a strong face. Lena was the true inheritor of Kenji, not him. Father specifically gave the honored sword to his more gifted child, and regardless of the differences they had with each other that were eventually resolved, it was the more sound choice. regardless But then his sister thought it'd be a great idea to pass the sword over to him... He still questions his dear sister's thought patterns to this day. Surely she'd be using Kenji way better than he could. Why pass it to someone less talented?
Mana did throw him a little surprise there, though. Wasn't expecting her to get sentimental, though not that it bothered him. Nor was he unappreciative of it, showing his trust with a slight smile and nod.
"Likewise. Though don't think too highly of me in that regard. I'm just drifter who does what he must," Not that he was purposely being modest, but more like being real. Veigue knew full well that his motives weren't fueled entirely by honor or justice, but by what was expected of him as a decent human being, even if he had to question that about himself sometimes, too. "But I appreciate the sentiment. You're not bad yourself. Unlike most people, I find myself a bit more at ease when I'm around honest people like yourself. Doubtful that I need to tell you this, but don't allow that purity of yours to become tainted by Elibe's wickedness."
Veigue initiated the exchange of returning each other's blades, completely aware of her comment on the guild as he approached closer and passed Falcatta back to it's rightful owner. "That's not a bad idea. Given the chaotic state this continent's been through as of late, there needs to be some kind of order. I can only envy your devotion to keeping Elibe safe. It's definitely a task out of my power..."
More like his power was meant to challenge something else that lurked in the shadows...
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Post by Mana on Oct 6, 2016 14:46:41 GMT -6
Mana took back Falcatta and put the sword back to its sheath. For some reason having it back on her waist felt nice and safe, maybe because her connection with the sword had grown stronger. The drunk swordswoman then looked up at Veigue while trying her best to keep her eyes open. She burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You must be kidding. Pure? Me? You say it as if I am a saint!" Mana seemed not to take Veigue seriously. The silent swordsman wasn't wrong, though. Mana was a simple and honest girl, a bit violent maybe but kind. She fought to protect the weak, not to trample over them. Those traits might make her heroic and noble although Mana herself would refuse to be regarded as such, believing that she simply did what she must. However, Veigue didn't know that deep inside her heart, Mana was suppressing great anger and vengeful spirit caused by the tragic demise of her tribe. Although the girl often said that she fought bandits to uphold justice, her hatred for bandits and villains were mostly caused by her trauma. Like when Falcatta had chosen Kenshin, this time the spirit within the sword had chosen someone with darkness hidden inside her heart. "But thanks. I am going to take that as compliment..." she added.
"I am not trying to keep Elibe safe, silly. That's definitely too hard for me. I just don't like evil people roaming free and spreading chaos. Hmm...maybe it sounds similar but I never consider to protect the entire continent or something like that." Mana said as she turned redder and her footing became more unsteady. The Sacaen girl never thought anything bigger than punching the bad guys but this guild had taught her that maybe she could do it in more organized way which probably would lead to saving more life. Not bad idea. Unfortunately, she knew nothing about starting a guild or a fighter group. Mana even doubted that she possessed quality to organize and lead such group. Oh well...she could think about it later when her head was less hurting. "Hmm...I disagree. You seem up to the task, seriously. Who knows... We probably will fight together again someday. Maybe against monsters or bandits or evil thunder dragon or whatever," Mana remarked, objecting to Veigue's attempt to be modest.
Mana remember Veigue's comment about his sword's dark history, wondering what he meant with that. If she wasn't drunk, Mana might be able to correctly tell what kind of spirit residing inside Kenji but in her current state it was impossible. Alcohol was truly baaad. "Oooh, I smell an interesting story about your sword. Dark history? I am interested..." Mana stared at Veigue with sparkling eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 0:36:35 GMT -6
"Except it is the same thing," Veigue smirked, crossing his arms as he looked to his fellow plainswoman. "The evil that lurks in those people's hearts are what's sinking it's fangs into Elibe. Atrocities such as senseless murder, greed and malice; many things of that nature from a moral standpoint spawn from evil, and if you stand against evil with the mindset to make a significant difference, then you're a protector of Elibe."
Veigue didn't fail to realize after reflecting on his own words that he fell into that category as well, all against his will. He wanted to make a difference, but never did he consider it an extreme life goal of his as an adult to eliminate evil. He knew from his brain hard coded with the mindset of realism: evil couldn't be destroyed. That cesspool of darkness lingered in the hearts of all men and women, himself included. But he only fought and pushed on for personal goals, even though his motives really did start with a naive promise to a loving sister who, at the time, likely already knew that his innocent "promise" to make Elibe a better place was from a child's flapping duck lips.
But Mana was different — she wasn't an inexperienced child saying those words. He felt the drive and sincerity behind her desire to help protect from the viciousness of the heart's dark side, realizing all at once that maybe his promise to Lena may not have been broken after all. Perhaps he wasn't the one to do the change, but rather, help those who could make a difference survive. Even in her drunken state, Veigue realized the girl beside him was still... mostly in her right mind. She certainly held the heart and potential to do something good for Elibe, even if he didn't know a whole lot about her and vice versa. Making sure Mana and others like her lived could maintain his child self's vow.
"Maybe on the physical side of things, I could do something, but unlike you, let's just say my priorities are on less on the noble side and more on the..." Veigue shook his head, not wanting to recall his adversaries. "Well, it's complicated. Point is, your heart's in it more than mine, that's for sure. Of course, if you ever need my help in tearing an enemy down, I'll be ready for the task."
And then that's when he goofed — he let the bit about Kenji's history slip without realizing it. He didn't want it to seem obvious that anything regarding his family was a big sore spot, opting for maintaining a calm expression before his gaze shifted to the stars. It held a degree of humor behind it, because Veigue hardly recalled himself thinking about the blade's background; he almost forgot the exact details. Still, little harm in sharing the relevant information without getting too dark or deep.
"Well, you know how Falcatta chooses a worthy wielder, right? Well, Kenji's like that, but it's reason for choosing a rightful man or woman to wield it is different..." His expression changed — he wasn't conscious of it, but his serious stare at the night sky reflected on the grim history well. "It doesn't care whether or not you have a pure heart or good intentions. Whatever lives in the sword, it only has one prerequisite: to see if you're worthy of fulfilling your goals. Those goals could be noble — much like yours — or cruel in nature. A large percentage of my past ancestry had much darker dreams in their black hearts... You can imagine the balance of evil and innocent blood stained this blade just from that. Kenji's had it's fair share of pure hearts wielding it, like Lena, my sister, but with different hearts grasping it's hold, it's not a sword that stands behind good morals in general."
At least, that's what he learned about the blade thus far on his own. While it was a cruel way to view it, the sword would likely die along with Veigue this time. Lena didn't seem to want it back, and Veigue couldn't see himself willingly continuing the tradition with any offspring of his own. Perhaps when the day came for him to finally rest in peace, whether through a future of peace or through an honorable death, maybe Kenji will be freed as well.
He'd have to make sure the damned thing was buried in the depth of the earth with him, though.
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Post by Mana on Nov 12, 2016 1:21:02 GMT -6
Mana was weak to compliment so Veigue showering her with many praises about her nature had made the girl embarrassed. It was good that she was drunk so she was more accepting to his compliments, otherwise the swordswoman might get mad. Mana's brows furrowed as Veigue continued explaining the differences between them. Something was odd here. The man seemed to believe that he was less noble or worthy than Mana. Maybe there was a compilcated reason behind his belief but maybe he could be thinking too much anyway. The way she saw it, Mana could only see a young man with a good heart who was brave and willing to make a change. Sure, they hadn't known each other for long but surely Veigue was a good person by her standard.
Alright, Mana seemed to disagree with what Veigue was saying. The drunken girl approached him and brought both hands up next to his face. Her palms covered both sides of his cheeks as she stood on her tiptoe to make her stand on the same height with Veigue, who was taller, with a wide smile in her face. The situation might look a bit confusing, some people might mistake it as Mana was flirting with the silent swordsman but seriously...the girl was too inexperienced with that thing to flirt even in her drunken state. Suddenly, Veigue's cheeks were pinched hard by Mana as she said, "Stop it, silly. There is no more or less noble in fighting for good. You just feel like doing the right thing and that's all. Why people think too hard sometimes? Geez you don't need too overthink things!!" Her laugh made Mana's words sound less serious but every bit her words were her true feeling. Sometimes being a bit...airhead...could be good. Mana was impulsive and bad with complicated philosophies so her way of life turned out to be quite simple. She would do what she believed, which just happened to be in good side, and there would be no hesitation in her effort to accomplish her ideal. "You are a good man. Don't think I will let you praising me like that while condescending yourself. Have more confidence in yourself!"
Finally releasing her painful grip on his cheeks, Mana stared on Kenji with great interest, smiling. Her fellow Sacaen had begun comparing Kenji and Falcatta. And after he was done talking, Mana rubbed the back of her head as she was having hard time processing what he was trying to convey. "So basically...the sword has been used by bad people in the past?" The girl forgot that those bad people were Veigue's ancestors. Lets hope he wouldn't get mad for her frank comment. "Hmm...I see that it's quite a bad child...You better keep it forever Veigue or at least pass it to someone like you. If wrong people wield it then it will be very very bad," she remarked, pointing her finger to Kenji.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 14:53:22 GMT -6
She fell a bit silent. At first, he began to fall on an assumption that he may have delved too deep into the conversation for her to follow, considering she was still drunk and all. Normally, you're not supposed to hold long and meaningful conversations with someone struggling to maintain their mental state, but good ol' Veigue lost sight of that quite quickly when it came to discussing things of utmost importance. Well, she seemed to hold her own well enough to say she was a first-time drinker, making it that more difficult for Veigue's next course of action.
Until she got closer and was doing... something. What was she doing, anyway? As he felt her hands meet the skin of his cheeks, confusion struck him tenfold all the way up until that pinching sensation of absolute agony that he somehow managed to resist yelping out in pain.
"Whyyy..." His own hands covered the reddened spots of his tanned face.
Well, it was better than getting his fingers chopped off, that's for sure. Veigue didn't say anything, letting it all go because that was a big wake-up call that he was truly still dealing with a drunken friend. Or would she have done that regardless? Her following words did hold truth to them, making him painfully aware of his tendencies of getting carried away by his constant active brain that doesn't normally have an open ear from another person to hear and truly "listen" to it's silent words. Despite the pain in his cheeks, the wanderer opted for a simple nod and a slight smile. He wasn't used to looking at things simply, but sometimes, looking at life from a simple perspective was the smarter option.
Hopefully on a less painful note, the topic of Kenji held the perfect opportunity to put a cap on the philosophical side of things and into a more tamed subject. He nodded his head again at Mana, gripping Kenji's hilt, but not unsheathing the blade.
"I'm not sure exactly which ancestors of mine had the darker hearts, but yeah. I've been told they were cold and ruthless warriors who fought for the sheer pleasure of it and carried out their own selfish goals," He said. "But my sister told me there's a history text written by one of my more recent clan members out there somewhere before he was killed with the others, but she doesn't know where it's hidden. Even my father didn't know where it was. It's probably for the best that I shouldn't know more about them... and neither should anyone else in Elibe. Perhaps that's why it's missing in the first place."
It was convincing enough for the swordmaster to realize just how crazy his people were, halfway sympathizing with the sacaeans that ostracized his clan. Really, who wouldn't be afraid of a group of unnaturally talented swordmasters who did whatever the hell that wanted, good and bad intentions mixed together? They still didn't deserve eradication, though. The pure ones among his family didn't need to be dragged down to hell with their bloodthirsty brothers and sisters.
"This blade... Somehow, I'll have to figure out how to prevent it from being stained with innocent blood after my life is over." He said to Mana's last statement. One way or another, he didn't want it in anyone else's hands in the future.
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