Do You Have A Second? (Drake)

[Avalon Salabim]

Not much had changed since Avalon left the library, including the churning of her stomach as her nerves continue to feel frayed. She'd managed to speak to a couple of people already, and while they seemed nice, they lacked what she needed to feel from them. All she needed was a witness, but half the time she couldn't believe she was doing this and couldn't bring herself to voice the request.

"A duel," she murmured, trying not to seem distressed. She pressed her hand against her stomach, looking out over the campus and anyone in the area. Perhaps it would be better for her not to overthink this.

[Drake]

Drake would be out an about taking a stroll through Cabal's campus. He had the strangest feeling a Deja vu here... he would just shrug it off as he took another bite out of his apple and kept walking. He thought he heard someone mumbling behind him, so he would stop and turn around to see what was up.

[Avalon Salabim]

She didn't think much at first of the young man turning around. There were any number of reasons that he could have done so, but it quickly became apparent that he was looking at her. Her hand fell back to her side as she stopped.

"I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?"

[Drake]

Drake stared at the girl for a moment, getting a good look at her soul and moral alignment. Then he would take another bite out of his apple wiping the juice from his mouth.

"Just curious what you were mumbling about. You're dower attitude is ruining the mood."

[Avalon Salabim]

Drake's sight lets him see an innocent soul without taint of anything morally. Currently distressed, but young, and bright. There didn't seem to be anything shifty or suspicious about it. His normal eye would let him see a well bred girl a little younger than he was, himself.

"I didn't realize one person could affect your meal so." She straightened further, pride turning her words more pronounced as a stranger of an apparently lower class semi-insulted her. She shook her head, mentally stepping back at the sound of her own voice turning agitated.

"It is merely a family matter. I'm afraid my first day here is not entirely what I expected."

[Drake]

Holy Nazareth how many innocent people are in this place?! Drake raised an eyebrow in amusement at the girls spunk talking back to him. He would chuckle taking another bite.

"Rough first day?"

Drake nodded.

"I know how that can be. So, what made it so rough?"

[Avalon Salabim]

It's a good question. He might want to look into it...

"You could say that, unfortunately." Her hands remained clasped together behind her back as she gave a small nod. Avalon wasn't inclined to spill her woes out to a stranger. Just thinking about it would normally make her uncomfortable for drawing so much unnecessary attention to herself or the issue at hand, as if her skin was too tight. But she did also need the help. The mage bit the inside of her cheek as she debated for a moment. He seemed friendly so far.

"My brother and I have a disagreement on my being here. He would rather I return home now, before I even unpack. But I believe in being able to help those here."

[Drake]

Drake took one last bite of his apple and tossed the remains off to the side.

"Really now? And why does he think you should go home?"

Drake asked placing his hand on his hip.

[Avalon Salabim]

"Lack of experience," she admitted after a moment's thought. "He would rather I return home and continue my studies there, out of harms' way." Meanwhile risking himself, no matter how capable he was.

She wasn't sure if she should be prepared for a frank response or one with a bit of sass in it with the way he stood, but she spoke openly enough. If he was willing to help, he'd need to know the situation. But the decision rubbed against the sense of being able to do something other than find a way to make her own mark, to find a way to help the people who helped make her home the prosperous, safe place it was. The desire to do something.

"It's turned into a rather formal argument. He argues that I'm not ready." She frowned, the expression slight as she continued to stand upright. She wondered if he'd ever think she was ready.

[Drake]

Drake stared at the young girl a bit more before tilting his head.

"And you said you want to stay because you want to help people, right? Well, how do you intend to help people? Are you a fighter? A healer? Do you have ability like Qi, or just physical skills, and theoretical knowledge?"

[Avalon Salabim]

"Correct." She nodded, a small but mor econfident gesture as her hands fell back to her sides. "I am able to support the people I am with, more than just healing. I can provide opprotunities where the enemy can be at a disadvantage, or transmute an ally's strengths to be stronger than they can make themselves. The strength of a bull, for example, or the swiftness of the wind. Or make it easier for them to get in and out of places unseen."

[Drake]

Drake rubbed his chin and nodded.

"Then it sounds like you would be best suited to be teamed up with string fighters. I see no reason why you shouldn't be here. You will more oft than not be someone that everyone will keep safe. You're to valuable on the battlefield."

He studied the girl once more.

"So, what do you need to do to convince your brother to let you stay?"

[Avalon Salabim]

A smile flickered across her face at his words, though Avalon was quick to school her features back to a neutral expression expected of her station. This boy seemed to understand what drove her to be here, the thoughts that she had about her position on the field. She couldn't deny that it would be a risk no matter what she did on the field, but her thoughts weren't whimsy.

"Logic an a sound argument are best. I need someone to act as a second of sorts - someone who would be able to speak my side of the argument against another person and negotiate a truce, or a time and place for him to take action into our hands." Her voice softened, hands disappearing in to the folds of her skirt as she gripped the fabric. She hoped it wouldn't come to actually dueling Win or lose dind't matter; she didn't want to stand against her older brother like that She looked up to him. Respected him. And now she had to stand against him.

"He doesn't think I am ready or good enough to do this. I need more than my own voice to convince him."

[Drake]

"I'll stand by your side. But first, what is your name girl?"

Drake stated and asked.

[Avalon Salabim]

"Ah, forgive my lack of manners." She bowed slightly to the boy with her hand over her heart.

"My name is Avalon Salabim. What is your name?"