I'm all Wet~ [Open]

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon was not one to talk about his past. Actually if he did it was usually cryptic. If you where not part of the events then you usually didn't know about him.

"I used to kill without a care. Literally hundreds have fallen at my feet at a time. Entire Gangs crumbling before me. Yet I saw it as just the next step on my path, another brick to the wall lay before me. My name became feared, not respected. Respect I built by fighting other monsters like myself, stronger and deadlier monsters. Through those battles I learned the error I had made."

Leon would take another sip.

"Instead of take my own life in retribution, it was suggested to me to make up for it. So I built a Katana that would have the power to kill me. I gave it to Tsubame with the order to use it against me if I ever lose control."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn was rather contemplative in her silence as Leon explained, taking small sips of her drink. She freed the hand trapped beneath her jaw and traced nondescript patterns against his leg, though the occasional looped figure of eight was traced out here and there.

'So be prepared to see a sword-wielding chick come flying through if or when it that comes around...'[/color]

"Well...at least I know, now."

What would be the point of crying and raging over it? She wasn't even close to that point, but it didn't seem quite fair in her eyes, either. Even with the hundreds of deaths at his hand, however, she wasn't scared of him--yet she was still uncertain if she was just looking through rose-tinted shades, or if she was brave, or if she just didn't give a damn. How many other lives were on Barker's hands? Maybe he didn't stare the millions of people in the eyes as they died, perhaps Leon did. And yet she could bet Barker hadn't forged a sword that could kill him. She wasn't the one to judge Leon based on his past faults, so she just left it be for no other reason than it wasn't her responsibility.

She simply sipped from her drink once again and gave the glass a curious little swirl that set the ice chiming.

"I'm assuming it's not just a regular ol' katana, otherwise you could have simply picked up the first you came across. Water-infused, somehow, or something else?"[/font]

[Mr. Kaar]

"Not sure, it was the first weapon Sam made for me. All I know is it senses people like me and has such a blood lust for us it could kill us without a user."

Leon would say as he tilted his head back to think about it.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"...well. Fuck."

She wriggled out from under the sheets, having changed to a strapless top and shorts for her jaunt downstairs to grab the drinks, and sidled up to sit between his legs, one knee drawn to her chest with the other draped over one of his legs.

She didn't know what more could be said on that.

[Mr. Kaar]

"It's sealed until such a time as it is needed."

Leon would let his arms drape over her a bit as he looked back down resting his head on her shoulder as he pulled her closer with her back to his chest.

"I've had my time on that side of the road, I don't foresee myself going back anytime soon."

Leon's calculating mind has usually worked one hundred steps ahead of his current self, though he still let his random attitude dictate his real actions.

"People like that assassin will be rather frequent. Once I finish establishing the empire I have planned... I will need you to watch my back while we all show the world Barker's mortality."

[Aryn Valcoph]

"Mm." Sealed wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. She hardly blinked as she was pulled back, even shuffled and scooted in against him. She made a sound of approval at the second statement, drawing her hair over the shoulder that wasn't occupied by Leon.

She was quiet for just a moment at the last bit, then simply turned her head and smoothed her lips in an almost thoughtful manner against his jaw.

"Count on it." So long as she was alive, she would ensure she would be.

[Mr. Kaar]

And Leon would eventually fall asleep just like that.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Poor Leon had an exciting day..! She rolled her eyes, but, really...damn that was adorbs.

Aryn gently pat his head and then smoothed her knuckles gently up his jaw, before turning her hand to gently stroke his skin...and let him sleep. She contemplated things quietly, rather unusual for her, and finished off her drink, leaning back into him and just enjoying the lull and the moment.