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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 20, 2018 16:35:57 GMT -8
Arriving to territory 259 she expected it just the way it turned out to be. Prosperous, busy, and very... Militant. She had a mixed thought coming into this place, it was full of things one being its seemingly most prideful achievements, Cabal Academy. Where the young and the hopeful learn their abilities and learn how to serve the figure heads against other territories. Such partners never run out of pride to serve their territory and charge out not realizing their is always more like them. Expendable. The strong remain, go down in history but others fade in the masses being pumped out of here every year that goes by.
Avice plopped her rather large backback beside her on a bench. A character with little to call her own. No place to consistently rest her head. She was an adventurer and a traveler. She swooped under the radar of the eyes throughout territories that would have recruited her for their canons. Not like her abilities were terribly impressive, she was fast and had abnormally strong teeth.she looked like a what some would call a vampire and she didn't mind. She was across the way from Cabal's front gate getting a bit of dinner before finding some place she'd enjoying he nightlife. The time was about mid evening and it started to become dusk. She'd just woken from her cheap hotel bed that had almost smelled way too musty for her to even sleep soundly.
She'd sit at her bench with her meal watching the Cabal future strut around with hope and determination on their faces
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 21, 2018 19:45:32 GMT -8
Eric for his part was just enjoying what remained of his day. Winter was in full swing and the slight chill outside meant that it was the perfect weather for a hot cup of cocoa. Especially while some of the coffee shops still had peppermint in supply. Normally he'd take his drink and just enjoy the walk back to the Academy where he could find a nice bench or tree to sit under. But she caught his eye, not because of her looks but because of where she was. Hanging out on a bench outside of the academy, a large backpack sitting beside her as she watched the Academy. Well if that wasn't just asking for some company he didn't know what was.
"Do you mind if I have a seat as well?" He'd ask, offering the woman a small smile as he held up his drink in a small motion of greeting. "I don't bite, I promise."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 21, 2018 20:23:52 GMT -8
Certainly wasn't asking for the company and certainly wasn't expecting it. Still, she'd not be rude. Picking small bites of her Sandwich to suffice the interaction. a Simple deli snack people like to buy, alongside their tea next to the pastries to go with the coffee she supposed. The not so basic bread and the deli sliced turkey was a bit underwhelming with her senses it was overpowered by the strong swiss. But she was used to it. Some foods could often prove to be too much therefore she stays away from them.
She could not help but give a wide smirk with a single brow raised high when people say things like that without knowing who they were talking to. It was wide enough that it is likely her elongated canines were apparent. "Aye, welcome to take 'er, but I can't go an' offer you the same promise." She winked and her accent was certainly unique and it sounds like old British, but she lived near a port town so often times people say she sounds like a pirate picking up from the sailors that ventured in and out through the years. She has mixed views on such a comment but as long as she gets her point across, it doesn't matter how it is said.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 22, 2018 14:48:53 GMT -8
He'd take note of her teeth and her accent but any assumptions he made about her based off of them he'd keep to himself. Though the accent did admittedly bring back some fond memories for him. However, that's all they were now, memories. They were small, nearly worthless things but he'd not trade them away for anything this world could offer him. They were part of him now, warts and all. "I'll keep that in mind." He'd saw with a small smile that was quickly hidden behind his cup as he took a sip of the warm liquid. The flavors of chocolate and peppermint dancing over his tongue, cooled by the melting whipped cream.
"Are you a trainee? Or looking to enroll?" He'd ask as he lowered his cup. She'd been looking at the Academy grounds. He could only assume she had some interest in it. Most people did who swung by this way, and he suspected that those that would choose a bench right across from it would have even more than a passing interest. It's not like there was a shortage of places to sit otherwise.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 22, 2018 15:59:42 GMT -8
He was casual and that made her feel comfortable. Giving him a nod but then her face twitched and she kind of choked on bit if bread and a laugh of which she clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Oi, neither... *caugh*... Mostly passin' through. I travel you see who'd not come to 259 an not see in person it's pride an' joy. Just bein' a tourist, an' so you know what I've got has been enough to get me by. Certainly dont need some official ruinin' that by trainin' me up to fight their war. They'd not like a wank like me." she dragged a finger across her lips to clear the crumbs and the dressing.
"What 'bout you? Pretty mature an' spiffy, I be winnin' a bet you are some teacher... Aye?" As she looked back across te way to the academy the only thing they'd possibly give her is a better understanding of what she can do. It would be quick and she'd gain the experience but at the cost of making someone else treat her like a loaded gun... A tool for war she'd not sleep easy day or night.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 22, 2018 16:11:14 GMT -8
One might expect him to laugh as she choked on her food. Or to make some kind of lighthearted remark or jab at her, but instead, he pretended that he didn't notice her small stray away from grace. He'd not call down a blow on her self-respect with mockery or undue attention to something that can happen to everyone. It may not be ladylike of her but it was normal, refreshingly so even. The world had ended and gender expectations had not ended with them. Sure there was a fair bit of rough and tumble women about, but there was still the assumption that women would be ladylike. Or would need protection, or have to act in a specific way to fulfill some expectation, internal or external.
"I imagine I would make a poor teacher. Not that I lack things to teach, but imparting what knowledge and skills I have is not something I consider myself particularly skilled at."
His was a different path he imagined. To nurture and grow the next generation, or even his peers was for someone else to do. He wanted different things from his life, and he'd find his life's meaning on another path. He'd decided as much before he was old enough to really be called a man.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 22, 2018 19:11:11 GMT -8
"Can't speak proper but don't mean I hadn't taught a wee' babe how to actually speak an' spell for that matter. She taught me a bit of patience, can say that, I can." She exhaled remembering the frustrating things she was going through but when it finally came time the girl knew how to tell the old hags she was hungry they'd finally feel the babe. For old minsters who were there to care for tons of kids for however many ancient years their wrinkles told. They gave only but a smidge of care to the lot of them. "Point bein' that you don't need to sell yourself short if that is what be stoppin' you. If it not be your preference that is one thin' but we can all teach what we know, someone will learn from it even if they be the only one."
She shrugged. "So you are not a teacher... does that make you a student?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 22, 2018 19:33:23 GMT -8
"I didn't mean to give the impression I was selling myself short. I assure you, I do not have a false sense of modesty."
Another small smile would be hidden behind his drink as he took another sip. It was interesting that she went right into a story to try and bolster him. It shouldn't be surprising though, stories were how people communicated to each other for much of their shared history. It was a way to communicate ideas and give context. Facts were dry and most people struggled with raw data. But if you give them a story then they absorb what you are saying, and more than that, what you mean when you say it. They can even find a way to apply it to their own lives in many cases. Stories were a powerful tool for communication.
"We are all students, aren't we? There is always something to learn. So yes, I suppose you can say I'm a student in a manner of speaking."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 22, 2018 20:01:43 GMT -8
She halted and just stared at him with both eyebrows meeting in the middle and biting her bottom lip. A look that might have given of the question of "Oh reaaally...?" for that is exactly what went through her mind. "Aye, yar goin' to pull that vague wise owl phrase at me... I see how it be." She grinned wide.
"Alrighty, wise-ass what be these skills you have that got you thinkin' be inadequate to teach 'em?" She leaned an elbow across the back of the bench to prop her head up by her hand, turning her whole body to face him ready to hear just what he had no false sense of modesty for. She was being mostly playful, goading the stiff fellow. She was no stranger to this kind of thing and knowing it is what got her into trouble from time to time.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 22, 2018 20:09:39 GMT -8
He shifted his weight to meet her gaze directly, gently setting his cup beside him on the bench and placing his hands in his lap as he waited for her to finish with her name calling. Not that he took it personally, nor did he believe she meant it in insult. It simply seemed to be how she communicated. As expected she was goading him into boasting about what it was he had to teach, not unreasonable given their conversation. But her own question was vague unless she believed he had a singular skill or base of knowledge to share.
"A lot. But I'm more interested in what you think I have to teach. Your assessment of me, if you will."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 23, 2018 5:02:25 GMT -8
She lost her grin, somehow his words rubbed her wrong. "Just sayin' if we are all students then we all teach somebody somethin'. You just look like a teacher, twas all I be pokin' at. Though givin' me some flat line answer as that sounded like you'd be the type of man who'd tell everyone very little about himself. Avoidin' my question further gave me that assumption. So you talkin' to what be not but a complete stranger seems counter-productive. Or you might have decided to poke your business where it likes not be needed, seein' a girl here alone lookin' at a future she'd like not have a chance at." Not sure what he might not have wanted to tell her it wasn't like she was trying to get secrets. Maybe he was just a private person and that would have been fine but asking her what she thought about him... well she had little good to say about many people.
But she felt everyone look at her at a glance, looking down their long noses to her, and imagined their voices. That is how she viewed them all. She turned and faced the school sulking and slouching deep in her seat. She sorted out her thoughts to try and mend her personal outburst. For that was all it was Personal feelings getting her defensive when she's not need to be. "Baaah... What it matter what I think anyway, first impressions are that you are a Posh stiff... but funny how I smell no coffee in what you are drinkin', funny how you'd sit next to a random someone, an' alas funny how you'd even think to ask what I thought. Makin' me think you don't view yourself so proud and posh after all. Aye?" It was like he said he does not have a false sense of modesty, but she realizes he was probably not rubbing it in her face either.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 23, 2018 6:56:00 GMT -8
"What you think should be all that matters."
He said the statement as simple fact as he would pick up his cup. Looking at it with a small smile, no coffee indeed. He couldnt stand the stuff, people became far to dependant on it to start their day and motivate themself. He disliked the idea of such a crutch.
"Given our location I suppose it would come as little surprise that the biggest thing I have to teach would be how to kill you."
Not the only thing, but the most relevant and certainly the one he was most skilled at.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 23, 2018 9:12:43 GMT -8
That jerked her head to him so fast it might have given the average joe whiplash just by watching it. Her wide-eyed furrowed gaze struck in part shock and another part lighting a fury. Her eyes narrowed and darkened, she'd be trying to read his face to see if it was but a jest. She'd not be sure what he meant by "Given our location..." but she raised from her slouch and a growing instinct began to say start running, that he'd likely be someone she'd likely not to fuck with and expect to win. She could hardly pinpoint what the deal with him was. She had almost thought she could see the kind of person he'd be and then he pulls out a line like that. She really was not sure what kind of interaction this would come out to be, most certainly hardly knew what to do about it.
First night in and this be the kind of person she'd meet. "Gee, my worst subject... I'm still alive from the others who've tried." She'd stand to toss her trash in the bin close by and picked up her backpack to start walking away. Not so much a goodbye or a wave to dismiss him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 23, 2018 11:06:52 GMT -8
Her reaction was amusing. It seemed she didnt have the read on him that she had imagined. More than that by tue way she was scampering away like a little field mouse said that the first impression he mad was more than simply pompous.
He would simply reach out and grab his drink, taking another sip as he watched her more away, without even the courtesy of a goodbye. Terribly rude of her.
"It only takes one slip to end that perfect streak of yours though."
And then she'd be dead. But he had told her right from the start he wasn't going to bite. Her coyish show of defiance and attitude seemed to be just that however. A show.
A pity.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 23, 2018 11:18:00 GMT -8
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