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Post by Kenshin on Mar 1, 2020 3:04:14 GMT -6
Standing there, eyes scanning his surrounding paying no attention to the sounds of movement behind his until he heard 'Mornin' from the woman he spend the night with in this burned down barn. "Morning." he paused a moment before talking again. "I'm sure as a nomad you've spent a fair share of beautiful sunrises," Mid way through is most recent sentience he turned to face the woman. "but this one? Complete garbage. I can't pinpoint if it's the scenery or the fact I slept like crap last night."
He didn't want to straight up say it was because of the dream he had, in his own mind he was use to sleeping in shitty situations without his mind creating horrible scenarios. Nayru on the other hand, she was born in a city that had a sand veil surrounding it so he knew she had missed out on many sunrises but wasn't sure how long she's been gone from there. Kenshin's gaze went from Nayru to the rabbit skins he kept near the fire. It had seemed as if the fire went out on it's own during the night and moved towards the pelts to start the next step on preparing the skins.
"I'm sorry if it feels like I'm ignoring our current situation. The hunter gather in me is a hard habit to break. These pelts might not go for much, but I can't ignore treating them like normal."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Mar 1, 2020 3:58:09 GMT -6
Nayru couldn't help but crack a smile at Kenshin's greeting, appreciative of the honesty but amused by the unexpected turn it had taken. NOT a morning person, got it. Or maybe he really had just slept that badly. She didn't know, couldn't know for sure; his life was his own, his perceptions his. She was just a minor character in the story of his life, much as he had occupied mere moments of her own tapestry of existence so far. Maybe the sunrise really did look that terrible to him.
To her, though? "I think every sunrise is beautiful in its own way, at least to me. I used to sneak out to see them, and ever since I left Arcadia I wake up each morning glad to see another. Maybe I'm just boring, but... I'll concede the point this sunrise would look a lot better without revenants and monsters souring the view." She allowed herself a small chuckle, as much at the irony of her thoughts during the night as compared to her demeanor now, but in the end it didn't matter. Regardless of how she felt, she couldn't back out now. Best to keep that defeatist philosophy to the dark corners of her mind where it belonged.
The Sacaen swordmaster seemed oddly uncomfortable showing off his instincts with the rabbits, which did a lot more to confused and concern Nayru than what he was doing. Truth be told, she would barely have registered him doing it if he hadn't brought attention to it in the first place; after so many years traveling, she tended to just habits and quirks like that as they came. She had certainly seen far worse, and it was a lot better habit than, say, cutting people's throats while they slept. "...We are all creatures of habit," she returned after a moment, her mind skimming over a list of her own, past or present. "We make them even as they make us."
Her tone lightened a bit from the solemn timbre it had held a moment ago. "But you could certainly have worse habits, like slitting people's throats in their sleep. I'll definitely take rabbits over that anytime." She grinned at him, the depressive episode overnight melting away into the morning sun as her mood seemed oddly good this morning. Whether it was foolhardy ignorance or a refusal to accept reality, or if it was really just a good mood, remained to be seen. "Besides, if we are going to die today, I'd rather go out knowing I saw a nice sunrise and had a pleasant morning anyways. Let me know if you need any help, otherwise I'll just stretch for a bit."
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Post by Kenshin on Sept 13, 2020 3:13:07 GMT -6
"Not only have I learned how to be a warrior, but a hunter. Each kill on an animal had multiple teachings, how to harvest the meat for a meal as well as how to use the hide. Judging by how much I rushed the process I've done so far the quality is going to be low." Kenshin was rolling the second skin up as he was standing while he pondered the last thing Nayru had said;
"Besides, if we are going to die today, I'd rather go out knowing I saw a nice sunrise and had a pleasant morning anyways. Let me know if you need any help, otherwise I'll just stretch for a bit."
"I always have a desire to return home to see my wife and daughter, if you're contempt in saying this is a nice sunrise then I'll fight twice as hard to prove it wasn't. As far as these rabbit skins go, there's a few more steps to take to turn them into something for fashion, I wouldn't be able to sell them. If you want them, I can teach you the rest of the process."
Kenshin had grabbed the reins to his horse and lead it to the entrance of the burned down barn and took the supplies he knew he would need from the saddle before slapping it to run off into the wild. "I'm going to stop dancing around what I believe about you. I know you're from Arcadia, you do not look like a fighter but yet our shared knowledge you faced off against a foe beyond normal human abilities." His right hand had made it's way to his Wo Dao. "You're not a human, but one of them dragons that pose as a human. Your cryptic message makes it sound like you do not think you're not going to see another sunrise. This entire situation has me on the edge, the first time we had met we started off on the wrong foot, but now it seems like we understand each other. I'm ready to fight until I die to see the people I care about, but the question are you?"
Off in the distance, at least to Kenshin's human eyes, there was a cloud beginning to form.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Sept 18, 2020 16:01:24 GMT -6
They... apparently dealt with stress very differently. Kenshin had never seemed like the most happy go lucky guy she had met, but this morning he was positively poisonous. To be fair, she couldn't quite blame him, they WERE in the middle of a zombie infested wasteland following the fevered dreams that had haunted them both, but that didn't mean they had to lash out at each other, did it? Maybe it was just her that was weird for trying to be optimistic about this, but it seemed that her gallows humor hadn't had quite the intended effect on the dour Sacaen.
She thought she had been ready for him to connect the dots, if he had already been to Arcadia. Being a dragon wasn't something she was ashamed of anymore, and he wasn't an idiot. But when Kenshin accused her of the truth, it wasn't the fact he did, but the way he said it that sent a chill down her spine. Not of fear, but of the disgust he seemed to channel. As if she wasn't a person, but an animal. A thing pretending to be human, eager to die but unable to understand the very concept of fighting for someone other than itself. She couldn't restrain the fight or flight reaction, her body tensing when his hand strayed to his sword, but where she might well have run in the past, now she stood firm, even if her body had in part betrayed her, her right arm clenching into a fist.
"I am," she responded flatly, not sure what the right thing to say was but never one to cling to a fractured lie. Whatever happened here, at least she wouldn't have it on her conscience. "And I have no intention of dying here today. There are people I won't leave behind. But I came here for answers, and I'll find them myself if I have to." That was the fundamental truth of it, she knew, even as she said it. She had run from herself for too long. Run from her past, fleeing both her own actions and... whatever had happened before Erim found her. She had never been able to remember a single thing about her parents, not a voice or face, and that just wasn't normal for someone with an eidetic memory.
The dragon sighed, weighing her options for a moment before speaking frankly once more. "Thank you again for your hospitality, Kenshin. If my presence is undesirable, I'll leave you be."
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Post by Kenshin on Oct 8, 2020 15:34:45 GMT -6
Kenshin had thought upon on the words of Nayru for a few moments. "Undesirable? To be honest I'm quite reveled to have somebody of your status by my side. Of the six dragons I've seen, you're the second that doesn't pose a threat to my kind as well as wouldn't resort to violence when a human learned of your secret. I thank you for not making me feel like I should draw my blade on an ally." His right hand moved from his sword to the supplies and slinged it over his back
"The last dragon I met, his words had sounded like we had common goals, but his actions and later words disproved that. My reputation always draws people of ill thought towards me, at this moment I'm glad that you didn't fall under either category. I do not know anything of dragons when it comes to their abilities, but that cloud off in the distance doesn't look good to me. My allies, especially during the 'Bandit Wars' had thought of me as suicidal due to my habits of charging into battle head first, something isn't right here so I intend to meet it with my blade.
"I do not intend to include this creature in my struggles." Simultaneously releasing the reins and smacking the horse to cause it to run off. "If you wish to flee, I do not blame you but I'm making my stand here and now. Somebody, something wanted me here today. They wished to meet the Crimson Demon so I'll give them hell." Watching the horse now running in the opposite direction they were facing told Kenshin he was going in the right direction as he started to exit the farm house. What he had thought was a cloud was approaching him at an alarming rate, it didn't waver his convictions though.
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