Kisaragi
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Post by Kisaragi on Jun 6, 2017 20:18:07 GMT -6
"Turns out community service does pay off. When I started I was too little to even get to the top of the stove though, so I got real used to standing on chairs and stools. Good times. It's a lot easier now thankfully. On account of not being a kid anymore." Some might argue that being a young teenager, and a fairly short one at that, wasn't much better; Kisaragi would argue in turn that they could go f**k themselves with a rusty spatula.
The idea of being nobility was... repugnant to her. Not quite insulting, just this kind of horrifying, hilariously bad sort of knee-jerk reaction of unadulterated horror that left a foul taste in her mouth when it passed. It was bad enough dealing with the Deva clan legacy, being some kinda fuckin princess would be even worse. "Yeah... I don't like formal if I can help it. No worries there, even if I was a princess. Which I'm not." Though it was interesting that he didn't seem to have much interest in or respect for his legacy. Granted, Kisaragi wasn't nearly as focused on it as her kin, being a Deva didn't mean a great deal to her, but she still knew of it. She knew what it meant to represent it. And she knew that, like it or not, no matter what she did, it would live on in the Deva clan legacy... for good or ill. It was just a reality for her. She honestly couldn't tell if she envied or pitied Sieg in that regard. "...Where we come from does shape us. And I'll never be able to outrun my clan. But it doesn't define me, and yours doesn't define you."
She nodded, satisfied with that notion. Not quite a happy ending, but real enough for her at least. She was... less enthusiastic about the tavern name, though, but on the flip side, the promise of a little violence DID sound pretty nice. Grinning like the piece of crap she was, she continued in a cloyingly sweet tone somewhat out of place compared to her usual blunt temerity. "Aw, Sieg, you charmer you! You even helped me find some stress relief!" The Sacaen chuckled, full of crap up to her eyeballs and quite proud of it, before suddenly sobering. "Uh, when it says stool, they're talking about the... chair, right? Not..." She had never actually thought about seeing a gilded turd, and Kisaragi wasn't sure she wanted to see one now.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 20:42:41 GMT -6
The image of a curious, albeit determined child Kisaragi even shorter than she was now was...frankly quite cute. Humorous, too. Siegmund couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought. On a more serious subject Kisaragi made a good argument, perhaps to counter Siegmund's talk of “ignoring heritage”, to put it in an overly blunt manner. He didn't disagree with her point either. “Yes. You can't understand where you are, nor can you know where you should go, if you are not aware and informed of where you came from. One's home and environment does shape them indeed, and one's actions defines them.”
He didn't mean to essentially repeat what Kisaragi said. In all honesty he may have been adding just for the sake of it. Not a good habit to get into, but...too late for this instance. Granted there was also the matter of the apparent scuffle in the tavern. Siegmund had admittedly attempted to stall just a bit so he could walk forward to get a firmer grasp of the situation, though Kisaragi didn't seem put off by the potential conflict in the slightest. Quite the contrary...unless she was being sarcastic. The brown-haired youth glanced back at her and blinked, before he chuckled and smiled. Either way he may as well lead off with another quip.
“Well, I do aim to please.” He stated before giving the bar sign just one last look. “As for the name...let's hope so. I'm not sure I want to hear the story behind the alternative if it winds up being the case.”
...Well...it COULD be humorous. Eh.
As for the actual matter of the incident in the tavern, well, Siegmund didn't have to inspect for long. Yeah, there seemed to be a few armed men, and even a spear-toting woman, bickering in the middle of the establishment. All weapons had been unsheathed and the staff proper seemed too scared to get in the midst of it. Half the patrons seemed to heckle the entire act, the other half cheering and hollering for a proper fight to break out.
And one customer just kept on drinking, as if this was a daily occurrence. It probably was...'nt. Wasn't.
“If yeh hadn't butt in me way I'd have made it in time to sign up!” One notably large man, square jaw and square-r(?) shoulders, grunted out as he hefted up a battle ax. Oh dear. Even Siegmund knew there was hardly any room for that thing in the tavern. There was a sway to his stance as well that didn't look intentional or controlled – he was quite intoxicated.
“Aww shaddap, you sod!” The woman spat back. Not much room for her spear, either...though her armor was ah...ahem, quite revealing. No doubt she had intended on putting on quite the show in the arena. Siegmund wasn't about to stare by any means, he had THAT much self-control...usually...but he wasn't about to complain either way. Foolish on the woman's part, sure, but...a-anyway. “You're all talk Davis. Only thing you handle worse than your axe is your ale!”
Even Siegmund had to chuckle at that one, though he didn't bust out in stitches like the other members of the tavern. Well, the half that clearly wanted some blood mixed in with their booze, anyway. The other half wasn't quite so amused, and the drinking man just did his thing by the bar all the same. Indeed the scenario between the spear-woman and Davis the drunken axeman escalated by the moment. Eventually someone stumbled out of the tavern doorway and Siegmund reached out to grasp his shoulder.
“Excuse me sir. Are you headed home?”
“Y-yeah...ain't come 'round to watch folks beat each other to a pulp. Would be at the arena for that if I wanted tha'” ...Siegmund was swiftly reminded of WHY he chose to speak as he did. The only thing more putrid than the man's speech was his rank-ale breath. The young man still managed to keep a smile forced onto his features.
“I understand. Though, I must ask, do you think you could stop by some of the city guardsman and alert them to the situation?”
“I-I...ye'...yeh I think I can do that.” The man nodded and rolled his shoulders before he stumbled away. Siegmund did not exactly have the best confidence in him...but that was fine, he had a plan. He turned to Kisaragi and smirked.
“You WERE serious when you mentioned a desire for stress relief, yes? Our targets are intoxicated, but space is limited. They're against each other so they won't have co-ordination.” Siegmund gestured to the open doorway and winked. “If you're interested, then please, ladies first.”
...What...was coming over him? Perhaps he wanted to show off in front of this girl? YesMaybe...more likely he wanted to ride the victory he'd achieved in the arena. Furthermore he uh, did actually want to eat, and wasn't willing to risk taking a fatal injury in some backwater tavern just to have a bite of toast and ham. This was a means to an end, though his mannerisms were regrettable in hindsight. Sometimes even he couldn't remain as calculated and controlled as he liked.
The plague that was late adolescence.
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Kisaragi
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Post by Kisaragi on Jun 10, 2017 1:15:56 GMT -6
She... she didn't think she could rock THAT kind of battle armor. While she paid attention to the overall exchange, Kisaragi did stare, or more accurately glare, at the scantily clad woman with about as much subtlety as a brick to the testes. Just looking at that made HER feel naked... and uncomfortable, needless to say, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and glowering without much in the way of subtlety. Okay, so maybe her outfit was a bit over the top in terms of covering her body, and the sarashi was a bit of a necessity for movement albeit uncomfortable, but LORD there was a difference between 'wearing a blanket' and 'wearing some string' and the lady warrior apparently hadn't gotten that memo.
The overall fracas was a bit worrying on its own though - mostly on account of folks swinging their dicks (and tits) around in an establishment with innocent people around. The kind of event where she'd like to go around 'keeping the peace,' and by keeping the peace she meant breaking skulls. Figuratively speaking. ACTUALLY killing someone for doing stupid crap while drunk was probably overkill even by her standards. Kisaragi sighed. "Man, I thought there was gonna be more heroism and feats of derring-do in the world, not... beating up drunk people." She didn't look too disappointed though, a dangerous glint in her eye. "But hey. Stress relief."
Walking up to the arguing pair with her hand on the hilt of her blade, Kisaragi wasted little time in ruining any form at advantageous setup, addressing both with smile and tones so sweet that they could curdle milk... and wording so sour it would definitely finish the job. "Would you two idiots mind taking it outside? Some of us would like to eat in peace."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 20:18:39 GMT -6
Indeed Kisaragi did not back down from the notion of engaging those drunken oafs. She looked at least as excited as Siegmund felt, if not a bit more so. The light in her eyes...he hadn't been close enough at the arena, but he wondered if she'd looked the same in her duel with the wyvern rider. It could definitely be seen as the mark of a ferocious warrior...
...though as Siegmund mused and admired, Kisaragi strode right in and addressed the quarreling duo. The young man's eyes widened slightly as they followed the short Sacaen. Between her stature and her clothing she certainly stood out, and her blunt phrasing drew attention quite swiftly. So much for any discussion of strategy as they approached. Siegmund, notably, didn't want the bulk of the fighting to occur IN the tavern.
Still what was done was done, so Siegmund followed behind Kisaragi as the two drunk warriors shot a glare at her.
“The hell is this then? You bringing little girls to fight your battles for you?” The woman immediately jumped on the opportunity to throw another brutal roast at her male counterpart. More raucous laughter, accompanied by fists pounding on wooden tables and the clinks of ale mugs clashing together, erupted from all sides of the tavern. The man himself, Davis or whatever, snorted, but evidently didn't have an actual retort, so his attention fixed right on the two sword users.
“Din't yer mama ever teach ye not to step into adult matters, ye little shite?” Davis snarled after he spoke – likely an attempt to intimidate. His pride had been challenged by the scant-clad woman and no doubt he wanted to appear strong in order to protect it.
“As surely as yours failed to teach you how to enunciate.” Siegmund was a touch more nervous than he allowed himself to let on. Granted, with the presence of Kisaragi, the fresh memory of his arena victory, and the fact that the spear-wielding woman had more of herself visible than Siegmund had ever seen with his own eyes before, he was...feeling a lot of things. The nervousness alone wasn't strong enough to overwhelm the myriad of troublesome emotion, which was good – it meant Siegmund could keep calm and collected if he remained focused.
As for Siegmund's quick jab at Davis, only a few members of the tavern seemed to get it. A couple of chuckles here and there while the rest were dead silent – including Davis and the spear woman. It was probably the word “enunciate” that had them baffled. Still, Siegmund could take private satisfaction that the man had no comeback to his insult.
“But I agree. If you're going to cross-blades, I'd strongly suggest you do so OUT of this establishment.”
“And just what makes ya think we're going to listen to a couple o' green twats, hmm?” The woman hefted up her spear and held it towards the duo. One poor customer had been a little too close for his own good, the blade at the spear's tip having sliced a few strands of his hair clean off on it's way up. “Back. Off. Only warning I'll give ye.”
Well, that was good to know. Siegmund's hand shot to the hilt of his sword and he glanced between the two of them. If the man from before actually bothered to search for the guards then Siegmund and Kisaragi would only have to fight for a few minutes or so. And yes, they WOULD have to fight. Siegmund had never been the type to simply do as others say, especially those who hadn't earned his respect.
"Fine. No more suggestions. Orders, instead." Siegmund's eyes narrowed. It was too late to talk strategy. Siegmund would just hope he and Kisaragi could work well together, and moreso, that Davis and his rival here did NOT. Ideally if things got chaotic, which they were likely to given the setting, then the two would turn on each other and give Siegmund and Kisaragi perfect openings.
As adrenaline began to pump through his veins his voice lowered. He wouldn't be intimidated...HE would intimidate. "Leave, or be forced out."
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Kisaragi
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Post by Kisaragi on Jun 13, 2017 1:52:55 GMT -6
Kisaragi mostly let things play out as the scene continued to enfold in the most wonderfully non-amicable way possible. It seemed her grand efforts at high diplomacy had ended in failure. Ah well. It wasn't like she had been trying very hard. She took some private vindictive pleasure in the idea that Sieg had tried harder and failed just as badly, but remembered that it was uncouth to take joy in the misfortune of others and pushed the thought to the back of her mind after a short moment. And fail they both had; the lance wielding woman was hardly even attempting to spare others her wrath, and the warrior himself had made his feelings on the subject fairly clear to all involved already. At least until Sieg decided to up the ante, moving from pleading to threats. Well. Usually she liked to at least buy people dinner first before she bent them over and fuc-
Huh, Davis was getting closer pretty fast wasn't h-
Several hundred pounds of angry man-flesh slammed into the Sacaen with the approximate gentle kindness and bumbling uncertainty of a raging bull, and for one wonderful moment the flailing swordswoman held a certain appreciation for the fact that Sieg had managed to piss off three people while only targeting two. That WAS actually pretty impressive. The third, of course, was her, though that thought was momentarily jarred from her mind when she rebounded off the table after an audible crack - which she REALLY hoped was the wood, and was followed in turn by the axe smashing through the table she had just passed and cleaving it in a hail of splinters.
"I WILL f**k**g CUT YOU," she articulately supplied, dislodging several plates from the next table as she scrambled to control her momentum and grab hold of one of the pillars rising to the roof of the tavern to steady herself. Given her, ah, slightly repressed rage about the whole arena thing, it really didn't take much for her short fuse to snap, and Davis had just provided a bonfire instead of a match.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 22:50:09 GMT -6
The drunken, angry duo did not wait long to give their response. An eruption of sound assailed Siegmund's ears as he was nearly bowled over by Kisaragi's prone body. Davis had straight up charged into her like a boar gone mad, and given his large stature compared to Kisaragi's small frame she was knocked a fair distance. Siegmund winced as he heard a loud crack upon the girl's impact with one unfortunate table, though Kisaragi's furious threat did ease any worries that she'd sustained a serious injury.
Good, because Siegmund very much needed to worry about himself.
Davis charged towards Siegmund, and the young man drew his sword in response...but he was surprised when Davis simply shoved past him. Apparently his vendetta lay with Kisaragi, not himself. Siegmund. The moment was a bit baffling, leaving Siegmund to blink in surprise as the hulking axe-man sauntered past him...but that was his opening, wasn't it?
Killing was obviously not the way to go about this. Even if it was dangerous this was still technically a tavern brawl in the middle of a town. Still...delivering a crippling, albeit temporary, injury would be fine. Siegmund drew his blade and took a step towards Davis. He'd plunge his sword into the man's calves, rendering him immobile or at least crippled until the guards hopefully arrived.
“HAH! Where are you looking, runt?!” Something whistled through the air, and with a sharp crack it left Siegmund seeing stars. The back of his neck stung horribly, nearly enough to bring the young man to tears. He stumbled forward, utterly stunned, before he silently cursed his foolishness. Sure she hadn't attacked, but it was downright stupid of Siegmund to forget about the spear-wielding woman.
Siegmund's free hand found the edge of a table, the occupants of it banging their fists against it as they cheered and jeered the fight on. Siegmund's vision began to return when he felt his tunic tighten against his neck. The woman had grabbed the back of his collar and, with a grunt, hurled Siegmund across the floor. The young man just barely held onto his weapon as he tossed and tumbled across the hardwood, barreling into a set of chairs and a table like a bowling ball into pins.
A new wave of disorientation assailed him now. He could see, yes - but everything he saw spun wildly. This time, however, he was still quick to stand to his feet. After all, his vision wasn't the only thing spinning...the woman had begun to walk towards him, her spear twirling between her hands. “What?! Is that all you've got?!”
“...Hardly.” Siegmund spat. His gaze briefly flicked to Kisaragi and Davis. She was still his partner in this, and he'd need to find a way to capitalize on that.
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Post by Kisaragi on Jun 21, 2017 21:43:56 GMT -6
If looks could kill, Davis would have detonated violently in a torrential explosion of bile and blood shortly before reality itself sundered around him. Unfortunately, her rage fueled gaze accomplished exactly jack and crap. Not too surprising, though Kisaragi had kinda been hoping she had spontaneously developed superpowers through sheer rage, but was forced to shelve that thought when he came barreling at her again with the same level of speed and power that had taken her off guard the first time.
...She couldn't tell if the drunkenness had been an act before, his swaying posture a mere act to take them off guard, or if this was how he fought when he was halfway to knockout drunk already. The thought of a NOT drunk Davis fighting lethally was a little... discouraging... not least because if he'd used the axe he could have bisected her before she could even react. Hmm. Something to think about. Gotta go faster. For the time being though, Kisaragi was not in the mood to become a purple pancake twice in one day - he hadn't done any real lasting damage the first time, but despite that she could still feel the soreness spreading through her from the twin impacts - Davis, and the table. Needless to say she had won neither of them and did not want to try again. What was the saying? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes? Yea. She was supposed to be the smart one.
Well, at least the not drunk one. This time Davis DID use the axe, arcing the huge mass of steel through the air above his head to cleave through her and the table in one move. This time though, the myrmidon was aware enough to react, hurling herself to the right towards the next table over and getting a bird's eye view of the axe crashing through table and chair alike with almost eerie ease.
Landing on her target table - there was a guy on it, drinking, giving her a 'what the hell are you doing on my table look.' It was actually impressive how he managed to say that so clearly with just his eyebrows. "Sorry," she mumbled. The eyebrow whispereRIGHT AXE. Again the silver cleaver came through the air in a horizontal arc, barely missing Kisaragi's legs as she lamely jumped over it - no showboating here - and went sprawling off to the side, and missing the drinker completely. Apparently even Davis knew not to cut down a guy drinking a pint. Or maybe he was just trying to kill her!
...Wait crap that wasn't reassuring at all.
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