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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Dec 20, 2011 23:15:12 GMT -6
Kelvin didn't have to search long. The city wasn't very large and he found the young Nabatan man at the second forge he spotted. He was just finishing what appeared to be a very well made sword. Walking up behind him, Kelvin said, "I thought I'd find you here. I was beginning to wonder where you had gone. Why'd you run off like that?"
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 20, 2011 23:29:34 GMT -6
"Because I simply hate people." He said offhandedly, holding the blade up to the light. Straight in front of his face so it appeared like a slim sliver of steel, and slowly turning it and getting a better look. It was curved, and violent looking. A scimitar made of steel, well made by a deft and skilled hand, yet simple and effective. He was rather proud of his self, that didn't happen much. Simply meant something he WASN'T proud of was about to happen. Fate was a jerk like that.
Setting the weapon down he turned, it was Kelvin. Thought it was, he caught him at a good time. Or bad, depending how you look at it. He was forging, or rather finished forging. Meaning his concentration was too busy making sure he didn't mess up his blade to bother with being freaked out and scared. It was like everything hit him in slow motion, and he simply auto responded. By the time he realized what was going on, he had time to think and not sound like an idiot.
"I'm surprised you came for me. I would of expected Chelsea." Since fate was a jerk. "I can't stick around that many people." He sighed. "Besides..." He looked down at the ground a bit, but shook it off. "Never mind, it's not important." He took a second to think over his question more thoroughly. "There's plenty of people there. Cavaliers, shamans, bards, no one's going to miss a blacksmith. I don't have anything interesting about my life, I'm not a soldier fighting for a cause, and I'm not on a secret mission. I'm just travelling, I'm just... just walking."
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Dec 20, 2011 23:47:26 GMT -6
Kelvin raised his eyebrows at Valcrist's response. He hadn't really know him for very long or very well, but the response was surprising nonetheless. Sure, Valcrist had a habit of... dissapearing, but Kelvin had never had the chance to ask why. "Well, to be honest, I was hoping to talk. That's why I went looking. You're usually so quiet when I'm around, so I'd thought I'd seek you out personally."
It saddened Kelvin a little bit to see the way he thought of himself. All the self-pitying and self-loathing was no way to go about living. "Val... I don't know why you're so harsh on yourself. You're a damn good blacksmith and one hell of an artist. And I bet your swordplay has come a long way, too. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have to fight with me."
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 21, 2011 0:17:45 GMT -6
"Don't take it personally, I'm quiet anytime there's more then one other person in the room. Steals my nerve, and my book of witty jokes." He held the blade above his head, pointed at something that didn't really exist across from him. He looked fiercely at this imaginary target, and tried to imagine striking at it. He dropped the stance and looked at the blade's edge. "I should sharpen this..." He muttered off hand. The fact he was marrying the woman Valcrist had the misfortune of falling for might of also had something to do with it. This man was built up like some kind of imaginary rival in his mind, that he constantly compared his self to despite how little he knew of him. He bet the man never thought of Valcrist as anything as that one guy. Not a rival, not a villain, not a friend... but as nothing.
"I don't ever talk to you, how do you know I'm harsh on myself. Maybe I'm just particularly manic depressive today?" He sighed, touching the temples of his head. He didn't mean it, but he was being a bit rude to the man who didn't think anything about him. Maybe it was annoyance, a mild bad taste sticking in the back of his throat from all that had happened with Chelsea. It's not his fault, he knew that... but... He just couldn't help it.
"It's generally a poor idea to put a relative stranger at the top of your list of people to fight with you. For all you know, I may have gotten worse at fighting." He hadn't, but the point was still valid. "Ah... I'm.. sorry. Don't know the right words to say." He was... bitter. Like a medicine that causes you to cringe when you drink, this was his medicine and he needed to drink it.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jan 1, 2012 14:56:19 GMT -6
Kelvin found his eyebrows raising once more. Valcrist sure could be strange some times. But Kelvin saw the validity of his point. Despite the amount of time they had known each other, he didn't know the man all that well and what he did know was learned through observation. Still, Kelvin had an idea on how to bridge the gap. "Perhaps we should spar together, then. It gives us a chance to get to know each other and display how much we've progressed. Besides, I just got this armor reforged and haven't had a chance to fight in it yet. Are you up for it?"
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 26, 2012 22:19:23 GMT -6
"You want to spar? I barely said three words to you? Tell me, did you just want to punch me? Because I understand if you did, I just wanna punch me too, but it's awkward and hard to do." He wanted to say no, or bop him on the head and say I win before it even began, or maybe just friggen run and get out of there. He took his newly forged blade and sat it down. He'd need to do something about a scabbard later. Because of it's irregular shape, he'd have to make a sheath his self...
It didn't matter right now, he had a knight talking to him. And, as much as he kind of wanted to leave and ignore him, he wasn't going to. The thing was, he didn't like Kelvin. It was Valcrist's fault though. The two barely talked, the only interaction he's had with the horse rider was the few times he talked through Chelsea to him and the occasional 'Hey'. That and when they first met, it was sad because when they first met he had hoped the two would become friends. He never had any friends in Koroda, and Kelvin was the first person Valcrist ever thought could possibly become his friend. He was older then the Swordsman, a few years easily, but that was better then the decades that separated him from most others. It just never happened.
He picked up an item near him, it was a sword. A sword made out of wood, one for practice. Lots of smith had them, it was surprisingly easy to get so worked up that you forget the very basics of what you were making. A reference of the absolute basics was always useful, it helped you keep in mind your limits. He picked up a thick wooden pole that was made with similar intentions. He could of used a unsharpened blade, but something about the wooden weapon made it feel more genuine. When it's wood you KNOW it will not kill the other person, so there was no need for hesitation. Well that was a lie, it was incredibly easy to kill someone with wood, but that wasn't the point.
He tossed the practicing weapon over at Kelvin, and took his own up. He didn't want to have an errant twitch be the reason he died, but it might be good to work out some of this anger. He didn't expect Kelvin to understand how he felt, but maybe he could feel it if they fought.
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