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zenderael_rl2013-03-03 11:21 pm
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[Lynea/Gunnar] - Assassins!
Who: Lynea and Gunnar
When: Monday, 11th, afternoon
Where: Some abandoned commercial park on the edge of Fall City
Before/After: NA
Warnings: lots of vague rebuttals. Lynea.
Without school, Gunnar became dangerously isolated. There was nothing to for him outside except for Lei Wan and the occasional comment from Theresa. He was content where he was with the company he had, and where he once felt complacency was dangerous, he relished in it now. Part of it was knowing it would not last.
He had to be prepared for when it ended. Bastantown still made him nervous, especially for his type of practice. He could not stray far from home-- that was dangerous, too-- but there were enough abandoned businesses after the monster outbreaks that he could find a boarded off building to sneak into. He watched with a careful eye for bystanders before leaping onto a dumpster to get to a roof. With a bit more parkour, he hoped to a chain-link fence on the other side, perched there, and sprung to catch the ledge of his favorite empty building. Gunnar was getting the hang of using one arm, and swung into the safe darkness of the window.
Hoping no one had seen him, he kept quiet a moment, then pulled his sword, bundled in cloth, from the strap on his back, and unwrapped it. It was just the one. An assassin should have two, but he was an assassin in guild only now. Gunnar stood up, and he began his usual drills: shadow-step-strike, shadow-strike-step, strike-shadow-step. Again and again. It needed to be second nature.
Without much of anyone to keep her attention, Lynea was bored. It was sort of obvious to anyone just how dangerous that was, even to Lynea herself. With the girls busy and Anais' attention diverted elsewhere, Lynea thought it best to take care an itch. Sure, the workbench and weights at home helped keep most of her fitness in check, but it did nothing for this itch of hers. She needed to find something; Something to sate her before it grew anymore bothersome.
She could go after a paladin, but that might lead to some headache. Earthers weren't even bringing a quiver in that regard either. That left monsters. The city was practically empty of anything challenging, but experience told her that they'd definitely be crawling in the more darker and abandoned areas.
Maybe it was luck that she found the boy easy or maybe her itch was really starting to get that desperate. Still, it was obvious what he was. Lynea didn't bother leave the shadows while she watched, mild humor than any sort of real interest.
"Not bad. You keep that up and you might have it down by the time you're all old and grey." Lynea finally teased, her voice bouncing off the empty walls and making it impossible for the kid to locate.
His breath caught, but Gunnar was disciplined enough not to show his distress. He stopped where he was, sword held in its sheath, but ready to be drawn with his hand still resting on the hilt.
It would take so long to truly master any skill, but Gunnar recognized in her tone that she meant to provoke him. It was the intention that stirred his concern. Who, and why? ... And where?
Silent and still, Gunnar's eyes searched the darkness for her.
A female hand grabbed onto Gunnar's left shoulder as she quietly stepped right behind him almost out of nowhere.
"I don't know what you're looking at, but isn't a little rude not to speak when spoken to, boy?" Lynea mused.
Gunnar flinched with the grip on his arm. His left was the one resting on his sword. He gripped the hilt, but did not draw. That she had successfully ambushed him spoke of several potential dangerous, but she was only trying to mock him.
It was a common tactic to provoke action or assault. That told him not to strike. Not yet.
"State your business."
Well, weren't we disappointing? The first Sin Lynea had met on Earth and it turned out to be one of the boring ones. It wasn't like the kid would likely hurt her, but it was sad for not even getting a decent retort or reaction.
"Not you, if that's what you're wondering." Lynea answered and let her hand slide slowly off the boy's shoulder. "You're the first guild member I've run across around here. I thought I'd give a shout and see what you're all about."
Another assassin. It heightened his wariness rather than dampening it. That was a guild tie he was trying to avoid, and that he had been found was a threat.
After she released him, he turned to face her. "And you have watched and you have seen," he said.
It wasn't exactly surprising that a Sin wouldn't like the presence of another, but damn was this kid looking fresh and young. Probably not one of those grey-cloaks running around. (or so Lynea has heard about indirectly) The stiffness of the kid's body made it obvious he was intimidated by her.
She folded her arms under her chest, her sharp yet empty eyes staring down at him with small smile lined across her face. "I guess you can say that. What little your exercise accomplished."
She wanted something, and he was becoming irritated by her refusal to say outright. But some preferred the verbal game of cat and mouse. Gunnar had never been skilled with it.
"Then you have accomplished your objective."
"You don't really talk like that, do you?" Lynea's eyebrow raised. A poor creation of some earther, perhaps? No wonder he was in the middle of nowhere.
"Evidently."
Lynea's smiled widened. "Ha. At least you have some sense of humor."
"Got a name, boy?"
Gunnar kept his eyes on hers, but his expression remained flat.
"Yes."
Her roundabout manner had started to make him feel uncooperative himself.
"...and it is...?"
"A word used to address an individual."
Ha. She liked this kid.
"If you don't have one, I'm sure I can think of one."
Gunnar still did not know what to make of this woman. He kept still, wary, and did not look away from her.
"Then use what you like."
"Alright. Spot, How long have you been in the guild? Probably not for very long if you have a hard time getting the basics."
Spot. She could have done worse. Gunnar was confident in his skills and Nadir's training to know her assessment was inaccurate. He had improved considerably since losing the use of his arm. She was strangely insistent on her provocation.
He weighed whether his status as a creation of the game was important. Not more so than the ability to give vague, but mostly true, answers.
"As long as I was created to be."
Lynea turned her head a little. "Ah, I guess that means we're in the same boat then." Kind of a let down really.
"Well then." She turned around and started to walk away, her fun and curiosity now legitimately over. "See ya, Spot. Be a good boy."
He eyed her carefully, but did not dare question and leave the conversation open. Someone else created, or at least with reason to pretend to be.
Nor did he bother to give her a proper farewell. It was unnecessary-- and she had not given him the grace of a proper greeting. (Ah... perhaps she had gotten under his skin.) Even with the distance, he would not take her eyes from her until she was gone.
When: Monday, 11th, afternoon
Where: Some abandoned commercial park on the edge of Fall City
Before/After: NA
Warnings: lots of vague rebuttals. Lynea.
Without school, Gunnar became dangerously isolated. There was nothing to for him outside except for Lei Wan and the occasional comment from Theresa. He was content where he was with the company he had, and where he once felt complacency was dangerous, he relished in it now. Part of it was knowing it would not last.
He had to be prepared for when it ended. Bastantown still made him nervous, especially for his type of practice. He could not stray far from home-- that was dangerous, too-- but there were enough abandoned businesses after the monster outbreaks that he could find a boarded off building to sneak into. He watched with a careful eye for bystanders before leaping onto a dumpster to get to a roof. With a bit more parkour, he hoped to a chain-link fence on the other side, perched there, and sprung to catch the ledge of his favorite empty building. Gunnar was getting the hang of using one arm, and swung into the safe darkness of the window.
Hoping no one had seen him, he kept quiet a moment, then pulled his sword, bundled in cloth, from the strap on his back, and unwrapped it. It was just the one. An assassin should have two, but he was an assassin in guild only now. Gunnar stood up, and he began his usual drills: shadow-step-strike, shadow-strike-step, strike-shadow-step. Again and again. It needed to be second nature.
Without much of anyone to keep her attention, Lynea was bored. It was sort of obvious to anyone just how dangerous that was, even to Lynea herself. With the girls busy and Anais' attention diverted elsewhere, Lynea thought it best to take care an itch. Sure, the workbench and weights at home helped keep most of her fitness in check, but it did nothing for this itch of hers. She needed to find something; Something to sate her before it grew anymore bothersome.
She could go after a paladin, but that might lead to some headache. Earthers weren't even bringing a quiver in that regard either. That left monsters. The city was practically empty of anything challenging, but experience told her that they'd definitely be crawling in the more darker and abandoned areas.
Maybe it was luck that she found the boy easy or maybe her itch was really starting to get that desperate. Still, it was obvious what he was. Lynea didn't bother leave the shadows while she watched, mild humor than any sort of real interest.
"Not bad. You keep that up and you might have it down by the time you're all old and grey." Lynea finally teased, her voice bouncing off the empty walls and making it impossible for the kid to locate.
His breath caught, but Gunnar was disciplined enough not to show his distress. He stopped where he was, sword held in its sheath, but ready to be drawn with his hand still resting on the hilt.
It would take so long to truly master any skill, but Gunnar recognized in her tone that she meant to provoke him. It was the intention that stirred his concern. Who, and why? ... And where?
Silent and still, Gunnar's eyes searched the darkness for her.
A female hand grabbed onto Gunnar's left shoulder as she quietly stepped right behind him almost out of nowhere.
"I don't know what you're looking at, but isn't a little rude not to speak when spoken to, boy?" Lynea mused.
Gunnar flinched with the grip on his arm. His left was the one resting on his sword. He gripped the hilt, but did not draw. That she had successfully ambushed him spoke of several potential dangerous, but she was only trying to mock him.
It was a common tactic to provoke action or assault. That told him not to strike. Not yet.
"State your business."
Well, weren't we disappointing? The first Sin Lynea had met on Earth and it turned out to be one of the boring ones. It wasn't like the kid would likely hurt her, but it was sad for not even getting a decent retort or reaction.
"Not you, if that's what you're wondering." Lynea answered and let her hand slide slowly off the boy's shoulder. "You're the first guild member I've run across around here. I thought I'd give a shout and see what you're all about."
Another assassin. It heightened his wariness rather than dampening it. That was a guild tie he was trying to avoid, and that he had been found was a threat.
After she released him, he turned to face her. "And you have watched and you have seen," he said.
It wasn't exactly surprising that a Sin wouldn't like the presence of another, but damn was this kid looking fresh and young. Probably not one of those grey-cloaks running around. (or so Lynea has heard about indirectly) The stiffness of the kid's body made it obvious he was intimidated by her.
She folded her arms under her chest, her sharp yet empty eyes staring down at him with small smile lined across her face. "I guess you can say that. What little your exercise accomplished."
She wanted something, and he was becoming irritated by her refusal to say outright. But some preferred the verbal game of cat and mouse. Gunnar had never been skilled with it.
"Then you have accomplished your objective."
"You don't really talk like that, do you?" Lynea's eyebrow raised. A poor creation of some earther, perhaps? No wonder he was in the middle of nowhere.
"Evidently."
Lynea's smiled widened. "Ha. At least you have some sense of humor."
"Got a name, boy?"
Gunnar kept his eyes on hers, but his expression remained flat.
"Yes."
Her roundabout manner had started to make him feel uncooperative himself.
"...and it is...?"
"A word used to address an individual."
Ha. She liked this kid.
"If you don't have one, I'm sure I can think of one."
Gunnar still did not know what to make of this woman. He kept still, wary, and did not look away from her.
"Then use what you like."
"Alright. Spot, How long have you been in the guild? Probably not for very long if you have a hard time getting the basics."
Spot. She could have done worse. Gunnar was confident in his skills and Nadir's training to know her assessment was inaccurate. He had improved considerably since losing the use of his arm. She was strangely insistent on her provocation.
He weighed whether his status as a creation of the game was important. Not more so than the ability to give vague, but mostly true, answers.
"As long as I was created to be."
Lynea turned her head a little. "Ah, I guess that means we're in the same boat then." Kind of a let down really.
"Well then." She turned around and started to walk away, her fun and curiosity now legitimately over. "See ya, Spot. Be a good boy."
He eyed her carefully, but did not dare question and leave the conversation open. Someone else created, or at least with reason to pretend to be.
Nor did he bother to give her a proper farewell. It was unnecessary-- and she had not given him the grace of a proper greeting. (Ah... perhaps she had gotten under his skin.) Even with the distance, he would not take her eyes from her until she was gone.