Homie (Leif/Idris)

[Idris Syron]

A reminiscent smile briefly touched his lips, but just as quickly fell somber. Bittersweet memories, things he'd rather not think about. That life was far behind him now.

He shook his head with somewhat of a scoff.

"Things that will never be."

[Leif Adamson]

"Far behind you or not, they helped shape you. Dreams are always relevant."

Leif smiled softly.

[Idris Syron]

Idris chuckled.

"I suppose you're right," He grunted, shifting his hands into the sand behind him to push himself up and assume an Indian style position. He shook the sand out of his hair and ran a hand through it one good time, the chains grazing against his bare torso.

"What's your story?"

[Leif Adamson]

"I'm former... Well, ex-military," she said with a slight shrug. She really hated talking about her past, about everything that happened. She hated that she had run away, even though she knew it was better for her in the end.

[Idris Syron]

"Hm," Idris nodded, returning his gaze to the ocean. A moment of silence would fall between them, as he pondered this, that, and the other. Eventually he cut his eyes at her with somewhat of a judgemental stare, and a simple question escaped his lips.

"Are you one of them, or do you belong here?"

Regardless of her answer, his gaze would remain on the ocean.

[Leif Adamson]

Leif sighed softly. That question told her so much... and it weighed heavy on her heart. She knew what his response would be, if he was asking her like that.

"I don't belong here," she admitted quietly with a shake of her head. "But to be fair, I didn't belong there, either."

[Idris Syron]

Idris scoffed, but despite the hatred in his words, and the clear irritation on his face, he managed to crack somewhat of a soft smile. His gaze lingered on the ocean for a few seconds more, and with each passing moment, hatred was vacuumed from his eyes, until all that remained was empathy, which was, albeit, a rare occurrence for him.

"I suppose that's fair," He grumbled, leaning forward slightly. "I'm not quite sure if I belong here, either," Chuckling slightly, he planted both palms on the ground and used them to push him onto his feet again. He turned back to her with an extended hand.

"Care to join me? I grow restless."

[Leif Adamson]

She hesitated for a moment, realizing how foolish it was to go anywhere with a stranger, especially one who had expressed such an intense hatred for her kind.

Still. What did she have to lose?

She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. "Sure. Let's walk and talk, shall we?"

As they began their walk, Leif returned her hands to the pockets of her jacket. "Is that what the fight was about? A disagreement about Metas?"

[Idris Syron]

As soon as their skin touched, Leif would feel a jolt shoot down her arm. It wouldn't hurt, but it would leave her sapped for a mere moment. Likewise, if she paid enough attention, his own arm convulsed, and the chains seemed to glow slightly, for just a moment. Idris released her hand and hunched forward as he began his walk, sliding his massive hands into the pockets on his ripped jeans.

"You could say that," He rasped, glancing slightly at the injury. He almost forgot it was there until she reminded him of it, and the thought of Gidget left a sour taste in his mouth. "I think people with my views are hated more than Metas themselves." He added, staring off into the horizon. Meta or not, this woman was nice to chat with. 

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Chains of Hunger: +5 Def -5 Spd
These chains are bound to Idris, fused to his skin. They are heavy, indestructible, and have a hunger for Qi. Idris can use these chains on an Ally or Enemy to consume 1 Qi use up to 10 times building stacks. 1 stack lowers Idris' speed stat by -3 (to a min of 1 after which he can not consume anymore stacks) At 5 stacks he can use 2 stacks to gain a +6 Eng and is no longer able to feed the chains, once he reaches 10 stacks he can improve his Eng stat by 30 for 5 posts. While chains are at 0 stacks, they feed off of Idris reducing his Spd by -50% until they are fed.

Stacks: 1 (SPD 12)

[Leif Adamson]

Leif meshed her teeth together at the sensation and gave a slight shake of her head. If he felt the need to trick her... so be it. She wouldn't hold that against him. She sighed softly, shaking out her hand slightly.

"To be honest... I think hate it just a lot more common. Hate for Metas, hate for those who hate Metas, hate for humans... Its all the same thing: hate." She chuckled softly, mostly to herself, before slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket once more.

[Idris Syron]

Idris gave a light chuckle at that.

"Hate is the very fuel for this city, you know, and it's only growing more plentiful. Eventually, there will be war, and the cycle will continue. I fear the fate of the other world is the fate of this one as well,"

He grit his teeth, grumbling under his breath at mention of the other world.

"Yes, it is quite the vicious cycle..."

[Leif Adamson]

Leif couldn't argue with that. She kept her gaze towards the sky as they walked, chuckling softly to herself.

"Have you ever seen war, Idris?" She asked, curiosity barely masking the pain the word caused her.

[Idris Syron]

"I've lived it," He immediately said, seeming unphased by the question. "However, I could argue that every day for me is war," He chuckled, raising one hand in front of him to simply watch the chain dangle and drag in the sand. He sighed and gave a shake of his head.

[Leif Adamson]

"Then you know," she whispered, shaking her head. "War is inevitable. Its ingrained in mankind, Meta or not, as wholly as love, or hate." Leif sighed softly.

"I grew up in a place where war was expected... honorable, even. Only the best went to war, and the rest were unworthy. I can smell it on the wind, here."

[Idris Syron]

Idris chuckled, giving a slight shake of his head.

"Such is life," He said simply, dropping his arms back to his side and resuming his hunch. "Even so, there are those who will resist the inevitable, and ironically, that will make the outcome worse." He said, as if speaking from experience. "But I suppose the cycle is vicious on both sides. Those who play hero will be snapped in front of the thing they're trying to protect." He gave another shake of his head, and sighed.

"Fools, they are."