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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Feb 15, 2017 20:01:40 GMT
(currently unknown town) Noon'ish
The town was not the smallest town, nor touristy, but the citizens did well enough for themselves. Located near a port, on the coastline, the town did well in the Importing and Shipping business. Couriers, Shops and Clothiers, this town had it all, and as one passed through, they couldn't help but notice that all kinds of people walked through, and.... oh! There might be a fellow who looked like a humanoid Dragon, and what was that....a fox?! Some of those passing up and down the streets would wear armor, or some kind of traveling getup, while others would just wear plain clothes, a tunic and pants and some plain old shoes that looked like they had seen better days.
Today was slightly different than before, as a town that was notorious for having strict rules against any person (or group) blocking the flow up and down the cobblestone streets, and those found to be in obstruction of the traffic were generally apprehended, and made to stand (or kneel, depending upon the general mood) before the Mayor of the Town, accompanied by guards wearing lightweight armor sets comprised of boiled leather and light chainmail. Today was particularly odd, because - despite these rules, these bylaws - there was a crowd gathered in the middle of the street, with a lot of murmuring and chatter and gasping. A little of "...is he dead?!" and "...what should we do..." amongst other whispers going around the crowd.
In the center lie a man sprawled out along the ground. He was dressed in dark purple finery that included a dark purple (where did they make purple leather?!) jacket that would go down to the man's knees, with a silk purple shirt beneath and fluffy lace over an inner vest also made of the dark purple leather, with gold trim. From the high-collared jacket, to the wide cuffs with gold trim, and the darker purple pants and boots, the man looked to be a Noble of some sort. The cobblestone street underneath him was charred black, and smoke was coming up from beneath him, and the residual odor of ozone, like the site of a recent lightning strike. The figure did not seem to be moving, up until the point where a man in tattered tunic and pants, a mountain of a man, pushed through the crowd and kicked at the man's leg.
"Oy, you...gettup! Yer blockin' the way! Or, if yer dead, say something.."
It seemed to occur to the large, loutish man, even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, that a dead man could not speak, or reply....or, rather, it might be better off if the dead stay dead.
A loud gasp rang through the crowd as the figure's upper body suddenly swung forward, his body now in a sitting position, and his eyes wide open. With the hair out of his face - about the only place where one could see his bare skin - the man's flesh was a dark ebony, and the whites of his eyes were....dark red?...with golden irises that seemed to glow faintly as the waning sunlight caught them.
The man opened his mouth to speak, and he was seized by a coughing fit, black smoke coming out of his mouth as he coughed, the fist he'd hastily put in front of his mouth covered in a purple leather gauntlet that looked slightly like a man's riding gloves, though they seemed to reach up into the sleeve, presumably closer to the elbows. After a few seconds, and someone coming and handing him an oilskin flagon of well-water, which he gulped down greedily, and with the kind of passion and intensity of a man who hadn't had water in days.
After getting the water down - not without more coughing, and some sputtering - he lowered the flagon, moved to his knees (without using his arms, in one gliding motion), then slowly stood, a bit shakily, but eventually finding his balance.
"Alright, let's get this out of the way...." He growled, stopping to clear his throat for another few moments. With a grimace, he lowered the water - clearly uncomfortable with whatever he was about to say or do next - and said, in a rough, hoarse voice:
"Where am I?!"
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 15, 2017 22:12:03 GMT
"I heard a story from a birdie about a man who fell from the sky, and ended up a lot like this, in Akuzeth." An almost human voice spoke clearly from where a girl lounged on a rooftop. She spoke clearly, over the voices in the crowd without needing to raise her voice much. Looking closely she wasn't human at all. From like the chest up she was human, but anything lower was covered in rosetted grey-brown fur. Her back legs ended in paws, and a long fluffy tail dangled towards the heads of the observant.
Actually Izune had met the very person she had spoke of, falling in Akuzeth. Most of the people here would have heard of that city. Merchants especially shipped things to and from the larger towns, so a fair amount of trade would have been established, especially in this season, where shipping by land was more economy friendly, for Akuzeth was a landlocked city and did not have a port. Depending on the speed of the trade, people might have even heard the story, of some half giant falling from the sky, destroying three houses, in the process, and who would have killed some folks as a result had not someone who knew healing magics quickly stepped on to the scene.
The reminder might bring a little more caution to some of the observers. They definitely were more quick to move when the petite female jumped from the roof to the ground, transforming to a fully humanoid shape in the process, complete with snug form fitting clothing. She was rather shapeless. She had a little bit of curve to her hips, but a flat chest, so if placing her age, one might think she was in the preteen range. She crossed her arms. "The town is Delmarsh. The continent is Eokia, and if that all means nothing to you, well I'm sorry cause name's don't usually mean much anyhow." She'd provided an answer, but to be honest, she didn't really care except in that the current events were a little bit more interesting than an afternoon nap, or hunting some kind of oversized rat in the woods.
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Feb 16, 2017 15:06:13 GMT
Delmarsh, Eokia Afternoon
If the ebony man was stunned by the appearance of a female having an appearance not fitting the human 'norm', he didn't show it; if anything, his unusually hued eyes seemed a little unfocused for a moment. Even for someone like him, finding yourself in a completely alien space, with no idea of where you were, and being surrounded by a bunch of people could be overwhelming. Up until the point when she had spoken, he was having a particularly extreme panic attack. It was actually the voice cutting through the din of the crowd that brought him back to his senses.
Dusting off his clothes as best he could - fortunately the hides his clothes were made of were resistance to elemental damage, else they'd be scorched tatters, from the looks of it - Maximillion listened to the (girl's?) words as he scanned around him. He was a good 6'7" in height, which made him just tall enough to see over the heads of most of the onlookers, who were already starting to disperse, or at least move their gawking to the sidewalks. He eyeballed the buildings all around him, the garb and faces of the people around him, and then at the sky, as though searching for something, before his gaze returned to his immediate surroundings.
"Delmarsh...Ee-Oh-Kiiiaa..." he said the words as though trying them out, tasting them, and letting the vowels and consonants roll over his tongue. "Delmarsh.... Delmarsh... Eokia...Eokia.."
It was a method he used to commit things to memory, saying the words until they no longer seemed alien to him, and - fortunately - it seemed his mental acuity was still in good shape. Unfortunately, he didn't seem aware of how awkward it was for someone to keep repeating the same words over and over aloud, or how it might come across.
"Alright. Now that we've got that out of the way..."
He raised one of his dark purple, leather gauntleted hands and removed the glove for a moment. His hands were large, strong looking, and silver bands - rings with some odd scrawling along them - were on his fingers, one per finger, and one on the thumb. Placing the gauntlet back on, and repeating the process with his left hand - and getting the same result - he nodded as he slid the gauntlet back over his left hand. He then probed the silver ringlets in his slightly pointy ears - six in each ear, in clusters of two.
"Seems my Seals are intact. Minimize the odds of my setting off Wards and being bum rushed by armed men with pointy objects."
He then turned towards the female, who was human from the chest up, and covered in fur from below the chest onwards, and whose legs ended in paws. What was his name again? He looked similar to her, but had cat ears...Natur-....Natushin? he thought, gazing at her, a little appreciatively. He recalled that he was here as a result of being forcibly ejected - via 'Divine' Exile - from his home Plane. I have to remember, there may be entities who are similar to what I'm used to, but they may still be vastly different.
"Ah, before I forget, as I'm prone to doing..." he trailed off, taking a step forward, and extending a gauntleted hand to the lady. He didn't know who or what she was, but she was still - in his eyes - a person, and the respect and dignity of any living entity.
"The name's Maximillion. I don't usually spill my name out to just anyone who is listening, but I get the impression that one should be polite and exchange pleasantries when they appear, unbidden, in someone else's space. Are you a leader here, by any chance?"
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 18, 2017 23:00:41 GMT
Izune had changed her bottom half human, when she had landed. She was now clothed in knee length pants, and a snug sleeveless shirt which seemed tied on my little more than strings rather than fur. Her tail had vanished as well. HShe was patient while the tall stranger checked himself over, not saying a word, though she clearly listened intently. Though names were not often important to her, the things people said and did could tell her a lot about them. Of course she wouldn't mentioned if she found anything she'd noted interesting yet.
He asked if she was a leader, and she laughed. "Hell no." She exclaimed, seeming amused by the fact that he'd asked her such a question. Far from leading, she was more of the rogue type, with a tendency to get herself in trouble, and barely escape with her fur in tact. "There's only a Mayor here, and he pays homage to a monarch who its not worth to even try to meet." Eokia was divided into multiple countries, and not all the lands had clear borders and rulers. Cities and kingdoms claimed land, but the wild creatures had their own ways and laws which tended to be less concrete. Izune was like most cats and didn't really respect leaders anyhow unless she was trying to get something, and needed to be on their good side. "Anyway, the name's Izune. If you want to talk to a leader, I'll point you in the right direction, if not well, pick your poison." He could decide whatever he wanted of course.
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Feb 19, 2017 21:50:20 GMT
Delmarsh, Eokia Late Afternoon
After a moment of consideration, Maximillion shook his head.
"Chasing after people I have not met yet, and know nothing about, will not do me much good. If my Father were here, he would tell me to introduce myself to whomever the Highest Sovereign of the land was, in order to make my intent known, and to make sure I did not come across as an invader. On the other hand.." He trailed off for a moment, his eyes narrowing a bit, deep in thought.
"I was once apprenticed to a Xenothrin Dragon, who taught me to size up my environment from a safe place that can be called my base-of-operations. Unfortunately, I literally just arrived, so I don't even know the Currency of the land, so I can't purchase anything, and nothing here looks abandoned and ready to take over."
He gave Izune a curious look then nodded.
Another mentor of mine, and mentor of the Dragon, Grandmaster Kao Fung... he'd have advised me to get to know the people, not from the highest then downwards, but from the lowest and upwards. He would advise me to get to know the land as it is, not as politicians and the wealthy would have people believe it is, as their endeavors are often fueled by agendas, which are generally fueled by a deep-rooted desire to fill their own pockets."
He took a couple more steps towards Izune, and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his dark purple leather pants, then tilted his head a little to the side, as though examining Izune.
"There is a certain street smart and cunning vibe coming from you, and the vibe of someone who certainly has not had the world handed to you on a silver spoon, but rather someone who has learned the ways of the world firsthand, and who can probably give me a clearer picture of what's going on than some greedy, wealthy merchant, or stranger in the finery of a Noble could. Firstly, I am hungry, and I need to be given the rundown on this place, and who runs what."
He gave her an apologetic smile.
"I don't have any of this world's money on me, nor do I have any properties. However, It won't be difficult for me to acquire these things, and more, so I would be in your debt if you would help me better understand where I am."
[OOC: I wouldn't mind doing a mini time-skip (such as from Afternoon to Late Evening, or Nighttime, or even early Morning), to either (a) where Izune could explain some about Eokia to Maximillion, or (b) we can 'flash forward' to where we can detail what Maximillion learned, past-tense, through the narrative of the next 1-2 posts. That might help us hit the ground running, if you'd like!]
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 20, 2017 17:37:58 GMT
Izune listened. It seemed this guy had known a lot of people who had different styles of operating in the world. Of course the names meant nothing to her. Any prestige the mentioned had in their homeplace meant had no meaning here. The large man seemed to be mostly weighing his options aloud.
She stood up slightly straighter when he spoke of her vibe. His observations were accurate enough. She was proud to be picked out as someone who knew the ways of this world better then the sheltered and rich.
"you've got a lot of fancy bling on you." she was quick to point out. She'd seen the silver bangles and rings, and the quality of his clothing. This guy was dressed like many of the noble class might be. "you could really sell any one piece, and have the coin to start off." depending on how well he could tango with the buying merchants, he could earn enough money for way more than a quick meal.
However Izune was in 'nice' mood, so she wouldn't force him to sell his garb for his food. "But...I can front you the money for lunch. You could pay be back later." She offered, pointing towards the coast. There were some decent taverns, inns and food shops that way. There was bound to be a place where they could talk while eating. Izune even already had a spot in mind.
(no need to timeskip very far with this option)
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Feb 24, 2017 19:30:08 GMT
The Bountiful Basin Tavern
Delmarsh, Eokia Nighttime
Much of the evening was spent giving himself a 'grand tour' of Delmarsh, and working to get to know some of the people in it. More than a few people found his unnaturally hued eyes to be intimidating, on a man who was already incredibly tall, well-muscled, and well-dressed, but many simply did their business with him as though he were anyone else. On more than one occasion, his heightened sense of smell detected the scent of recently-sharpened steel, leather and brass - the components of a well-smithed sword, recently honed with a whetstone - and he knew that the Shopkeepers kept weapons concealed, but within easy reach, in case any of the customers were the type to try and rob them.
Their easy demeanor... He thought to himself, barely suppressing a smirk or chuckle on more than one occasion, as he conducted his business. It's easy to be laidback and easygoing, when you not only have a weapon that could likely slice a man up like butter by a hot knife, but when you are concealing a hidden history with such weapons, and the ability to use such weaponry well.
He knew that Delmarsh must have been large, and that he was only covering one part of the town while walking around the town on foot, but whatever the reason, he knew the people here had seen hard times,whether it was peaceful now or not. Maximillion's sharp sense of smell could pick up on the old scent of blood - especially the scent of blood when it had been the blood of more than one or two people - even when ordinary humans had washed hundreds of times, and several years had passed. Even if he couldn't, there was a certain gleam in a man's eye when he had killed men, and even through the smiles and cheery salutations, he saw that gleam in most of the Shopkeepers he met that day.
By the time the nighttime had come, Maximillion had already managed to build the smallest beginnings of a rapport with some of the Merchants and Shopkeepers, had sold some curious-looking swords and wands - produced from somewhere within the folds of that dark purple cloak he wore, usually with the cowl down - and before too long, Maximillion had procured a hefty sum of currency in the form of coins. He could more or less make an educated guess at the approximate worth of the coins, based upon how readily - or reluctantly - the Merchant parted with said coins, but the ebony man was still certain that he still hadn't seen the most valuable coins of the land yet.
By his approximate guess, he figured he had enough money to either buy out the top half of an above-average quality Tavern and buy drinks for fifty or so patrons (and be broke again as quickly), or enough money to rent a room at this or that Tavern, or Farm House (if the farmers in Eokia, like in his home land, occasionally would let paying travelers sleep on a pile of hay in their barns) for a couple of months, and even have some money for food and water, if he was miserly with his funds.
((OOC: going to take some creative 'freedoms' here, just let me know by PM if I overstep, and I'll edit/remove)
Of course, after making this assessment, he'd had pointed out, by Izune, that he had been overpaying some of the Merchants from whom he had been buying some provisions from, at which point Maximillion had offered to pay Izune a sum to teach him some basics about the Currency of the land, and a little about the written language. He wasn't entirely certain, but he could swear Izune was impressed with the way he retained the information she gave him - hoping she wasn't pulling his proverbial leg with misinformation - and the way that, save for once or twice having to ask for elaboration on something, he could repeat verbatim anything she had told him during the day, and his gift for literacy proved quite exceptional when he, after being taught the letters and numbers used by the people of Eokia (and some of their nusances), he'd displayed enough mastery of this new information to compose a list - written in the native Hand of the land -of some supplies he wanted, to better prepare for his later encounterswith Shopkeepers and Merchants.
Any 'normal' person would have been about to collapse from exhaustion by this point, but as they settled on The Bountiful Basin Tavern for a place to stop and relax and talk, Maximillion wondered again at what kind of person this Izune was, that she could keep up with his incredible stamina. Of course, Maximillion hid well that he had a splitting headache from having force-fed his brain so much information in a short time, and having pushed himself through so much social interaction as well, so even of his body was capable of enduring it, it still felt sore and weary as a reflection of Maximillion's own overwhelmed, and overtasked mental state.
"You have been most indulgent. My thanks to you." Maximillion said, wearily reaching forward and grabbing a haunch of meat from the large plate of victuals it had taken four female servers to deliver to their table, and raising it to his mouth. He paused before taking a bite, and lowered it, realizing there was a little more he wanted to say, before giving Izune leave to go ahead and contribute her half of the conversation. (good for you, Max, learning people skills, yay!  )
"As I promised before, here is you pay, in the form of this wondrous spread! Roasted land creature, steamed vegetables, and this strange brown stuff that I think goes on the smashed potatoes! And, of course, I'll pay for you a room here, if you wish."
How....appetizing sounding....he made the food sound. He only hoped she would understand that his ignorance was based upon his newness here, and not on him being simple in the head.
He then raised the food to his mouth and began eating as he awaited his response, suddenly wondering how much she felt her following him around and teaching him all of that new stuff was worth, and whether or not he'd have to go and sell a whole 'lot more things from his bottomless satchel, or go and roll some gang members, for enough funds to make up for what he would spend paying her for her help.
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Post by XARXU (OOC) on Feb 26, 2017 18:02:55 GMT
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 27, 2017 3:15:00 GMT
Izune had taught him some, with incredible tolerance and stamina, but there had also been countless times during the day where her teaching had been almost cruel. Like when she's pointed out he'd been overpaying the merchants. She'd definitely laughed at him then. In teaching the one currency and the merchants' letters, (there were many other writing systems in eokia, but that was the most internationally well known) there were times she'd lied simply to prove a point. Of course those lies had also been quickly revealed, like in trying to get him to use counterfeit money, or lying about an object's worth, so he'd learn more about the value of the coins.
Keeping up had been easy for Izune. She almost seemed to have energy to spare, and definitely not a word of complained about being tired.
And now they were here, in this decent tavern with plentiful food, and brewed drinks. She listened to him, and a cunning gleam appeared in her eye and she began to laugh. This was her pay? Knowing this guy would probably be able to use what he'd learned today for years to come, and make a decent profit based on what she'd observed so far. And the ridiculousness of getting a room, where had he come up with that idea.
She grabbed some of the roasted meat, and tore some off efficiently with her teeth before matching his odd eyes to her own cunning gaze. "I'm not quite that cheap, but at the same time, don't waste funds on bedding for me, a barn loft or tree does fine." She noted firmly. She might look like a vagabond with only the clothing on her back at times. Had he not seen that she was a creature at heart? She knew the value of goods and coin and the like, but never really needed any in order to live. Of course she appreciated a good meal like this one a lot, and other finer things as well. Good cooking took time she usually didn't bother with.
Izune would love to tease this guy, put him on a leash and milk him dry of funds, but she didn't do evil things like that merely for fun. If wronged of course she could cause someone lots of trouble.
The question was what would she really charge wasn't it? She tore off more meat from the bone. "This is all fine for now, but one day maybe I'll come and collect my share." She noted aloud. She sensed his potential to be successful in this world. She'd seen it in his handling of information today. "Ten, twenty, a hundred years from now. Who knows. I'll take ten percent of whatever you've earned." Her tone was speculative. She might be kidding or she might not be.
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Mar 7, 2017 15:15:58 GMT
One, ten, twenty, a hundred years? Maximillion didn't like to gamble, or make wagers he couldn't back up, but so long as he wasn't stupid with his decisions, he could guarantee at least that much. It wasn't like he was counting age in the same way most people were.
How old am I again? He thought to himself, then he shook his head, his expression turning from pensive to a grimace, then back to a smile as he remembered where he was, and the person sitting at the table with him. Unimportant to the current moment, and what do I even compare it to? Time passes differently in each Dimension or Plane I travel to, so I don't even know where to begin with that kind of inquiry.
"Sure, you can keep me on sp-" He had been about to say speed-dial, but suddenly, he could not remember why, and soon thereafter, he forgot what he had even been about to say. This had been happening to him a lot since he had arrived here, and it prompted him to be a little more generous with the amount of water he drank, in case he was still dehydrated, and it was going to his head.
"Sure, you can keep in touch. If you'd like, there's some mischief I might like to get into, although entirely for practical reasons, and not pleasure. Would you care to come along? Maybe, if things get hairy, you can be my paid bodyguard?"
He smiled warmly, awaiting her response.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 7, 2017 18:29:34 GMT
Izune didn't intend to keep in touch about the debt. Ideally, she'd want to collect when he'd forgotten he owed her anything, like those famed tricksters of lore, 'Rumpelstiltskin' and the like. Of course for Izune, that was still only a pipe dream. Of course she still enjoyed when she pulled off a legitimate trick. Yet he'd agreed, and she was prepared to wait for a while before collecting at least. The delay would at least be a fair investment.
Izune leaned back in her chair. "I can tell you aren't the type to really need a body guard" she pointed out for she'd been watching him most of the day, and had made plenty of educated guesses about what he might be able to do. "I'm quite interested in potential hairy situations, might even want to tag along here or there, but chances are you'll be fighting your battles without me, unless it takes a small person to win."
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Post by XARXU (OOC) on Mar 20, 2017 12:44:00 GMT
The Bountiful Basin Tavern
Delmarsh, Eokia Nighttime
"Don't need a bodyguard, eh?" Maximillion asked, leaning back in his chair, after having eaten himself quite a feast. For the amount he had eaten, enough to easily cause the hardiest male humans to become violently ill, he didn't seem at all uncomfortable. There was a bit of a gleam to his eyes though, as though he was already feeling the warm, pleasant effects of the good food he had just eaten.
"I may be stall, and thickly built, but don't think for a minute that the outward appearance of strength means a thing, in the grand scheme of things. I have seen old, seemingly enfeebled men use two fingers of each of their hands to cripple and obliterate a twelve foot Rock Golem, I have seen an awkward, plain-looking man in plain clothes annihilate an imposing Demon with one punch, just as often as I have seen one tall, powerful man vanquish another, or..." he snorted. "Or one woman annihilate a man who was nearly twice her size, through feats of acrobatics and strength, the likes of which would put her on-par with most Elves I've met."
He shrugged, then leaned forward, folding his arms atop the table as he gazed at Izune, a mix of wonder and curiosity, almost like a child's. If not for the large stature, and the trimmed beard, he might have passed for a boy who had barely seen seventeen Winters.
"Do you really think I'm that strong, knowing this? Hmmm?"
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 20, 2017 16:27:19 GMT
"I've been watching you all day" Izune pointed out. "I know its not on looks alone that strength is judged." She stretched back in her chair. If based on looks alone, there'd be no way the skinny boyish female could hold her own against strong people, "if you fail to judge it right, chances are you'll die early."
Izune grabbed a bone, stripped off remaining meat, and cracked it open with her teeth. She too had consumed a significant amount for her stature by this point, but wasn't inclined to waste perfectly good bone marrow.
"as for how I know." Izune added, predicting the likely follow up question, as she sucked the bone dry, "how you hold yourself, how you speak, even your recent statement shows a level of experience proving you're no wimp. There's a difference between empty confidence, and real ability too. you've probably even observed it. you'll be fine as long as you don't develop any brain rot, or prod temperamental sleeping dogs." she wasn't referring to real rot, but a large swath of mental issues that could impede one's ability to handle situations that might occur. she wasn't referring to real dogs either, but of the stupid act of instigating an avoidable, foreseeable bad situation.
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Mar 21, 2017 15:00:18 GMT
Maximillion B. VonMitternacht
He thought upon her words, his hand idly gesturing for one of the wait staff to bring them more food, more as a subconscious 'give me more time here' gesture, and without making the realization that he had already eaten enough to eat most binge eaters under the table. If there was one drawback to how his mind worked, it was that he could become so focused on his thoughts, his body went into 'autopilot' without his meaning for it to.
"I wouldn't deny that I possess some degree of ability, wherein concerns self-defense." Maximillion finally replied, choosing his words carefully. If one were good at reading eyes, and they weren't unnerved at looking into his own, they would read a mixture of both discomfort and curiosity there. Whatever emotions crossed his face, or entered his eyes, that curiosity was always there.
"I can do some things, that too is true, but I do not know anyone who cannot do something spectacular, if they put their mind to it. I confess, if there is one thing that puts me at unease, it's how much could be going on behind closed doors, or beneath the surface of our chance encounters with others. You don't know where a person has come from, what dues they have paid in order to remain alive, let alone achieve any degree of success or greatness. You cannot tell how strong or weak someone is - be it in spirit, or mind, or body, and so forth - at a glance, and sometimes even different methods of 'probing' them.." he did the quotation gesture with his fingers, placing extra emphasis on those words he did it with.
"..can prove ineffective. Even as I look at you, I acknowledge that there are a set of circumstances that may allow me to know you, and what you're capable of, much better than I do. From there, I have to evaluate the best possible course of action in order to learn those details, ideally without coming across as offensive, or making you think I have ulterior motives, assuming such was possible."
He wouldn't be able to tell, unless Izune chose to point it out, that he was droning on and on, and getting long-winded with his philosophical musings. As philosophy and similar subjects were an avid interest of his, he could discuss them for hours on end, and not grow bored with it.
"What if I told you that, while long-lived, I was a man who hadn't lived all that spectacular of a life, and was simply getting by the best I could? Or, what if I told you that I was an all-powerful Deity from insert wherever the Deities of Eokia reside, and had come to pass judgment on Eokia's people? Were I to tell you my story, and what I had been through, you might either be bored by the story, and find me to be a pitiable failure and worthless to boot, or you might think I have led a grand, spectacular life!"
He took a moment as another platter of the same kind of food was brought, and he was looked at with stern expectation of payment. Understandable, since he was unknown in these parts, and even his fine dress wouldn't help any Establishment make up lost funds if someone skipped on the bill. He decided to go ahead and pay enough to cover the food, and a little extra for the employees' diligence and patience. After forking over the coins in question, he looked worryingly at his coinpurse, then dropped it back into the satchel within his cloaks. He then turned to Izune again, steepling his fingers atop the table top.
"Unlike many of my formal colleagues, who could anticipate, could predict, people's responses to things, all I know is the truth as I speak it, and the conviction I feel in my heart. At the end of the day, when all means are exhausted, all words are spoken, and all other measures were exercised, my Truth, and my Conviction, was what remained to me. Even if there were those who looked up to me, and found me to be awe-inspiring, I am certain there are others who might look upon me in contempt, and see only my flaws, or my perceived flaws, so - and I guess this is where all of my chatter has brought us - what means are available to me, to compare what I think about my capabilities, and what you believe are my capabilities, in order to best assess whether or not I could benefit from having you as my bodyguard?" |
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 27, 2017 1:16:53 GMT
Talking on about 'what if's' and things he thought couldn't be known, wasn't the sort of thing Izune cared about. Her boredom grew increasingly apparent as she waited for him to finish philosophizing, and come to the end of his lengthy observations.
She stood up quickly, pushing herself away from the chair in one fluid motion. Once standing, he paused a moment to look at him. "Look, actions speak louder than words. I don't care about knowing the novels of some stranger's life. I see what I need to make choices that keep me alive." That much was usually all she needed to know. the hidden stuff, if it mattered she'd find out about it when it was more important that she needed to know it, earlier, and it became useless information, and she already gleaned plenty of that just by keeping her ears eyes and nose open to what she could find.
She offered the dark male a mischievous grin. "Goodnight Maxi, Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, or maybe I'll be gone to the four winds by then. we'll see." She swiftly shifted fully into her feline form, and flowed out from the building and into the night without another word, leaving him alone in the tavern. Her reason was simple. In the end, his words, especially how he phrased his last statements about the matter, had caused her to loose all interest in even considering being his bodyguard or making other contracts with him for the time being. If she had second thoughts on the idea, she'd find him again on her own rules. For now she needed her own space.
(Izune out)
(Up to you if we timeskip to continue this thread, or if we close it here, or keep it open but I bring in a different character)
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