After getting her book from Khoom, and making her hasty retreat back to her green house to tend to certain and various different things, she was making her way back to the inn. Hoodie was zipped up, and the hood up, Her wealth of black locks spilled out at the base of the hood. Boots were worn with shorts, and her movements were quick and hasty, mainly because she didn't care to draw the eyes of anyone tonight. For two reasons. She had Vicodin humming through her bloodstream, and dulling both her senses, and the pain, and she was still healing.
He stood on the very cusp of the awning as she approached, he'd sensed her coming of course. The sword strapped across his back thirsted for her, yearned and reached for her. He watched with sad eyes as she neared and before she'd come within a block... he jumped and landed in the center of the street. He hadn't drawn any weapons yet. Instead he held his hands out to each side placating. "Zynn. I am not here to fight." He figured it best to start with that, or she'd end up setting him on fire and electrocuting him. Again.
She thought nothing of someone landing in the middle of the street. People did that a lot in Rhy?din. Though, she did come to a stop when he spoke, and she realized who it was. "Then what are you here to do? Because every other time I've seen you, you've tried to kill me. In fact, you almost succeeded last time." Her fingers twitched, and her mind urged her to take advantage of the fact that he wasn't armed at the moment. Instead, she shoved her twitchy hands into her hoodie pockets, and narrowed her eyes on him.
He shrugged and sat cross legged on the cobblestones of the street. "Well, I wanted to talk to you. See... there's a problem someone pointed out to me, and I want to see if they're right." He settled and looked at her as he slowly took the strap of his sword off his shoulder and took the whole thing, along with the harness of his gun, weapon included. He tossed the weapons to the side of the street, out of his physical reach. "Would you please speak with me?"
She watched him, as he undid his weapons, and tossed them aside. Her eyes followed their path as they clattered on the cobbles and stopped moving. The look she gave him when her eyes fell on him again was wary and curious. She didn't move to sit though. The cobbles were dirty. If she wasn't such a curious creature, she would have kept walking. "Fine. But let's not take all night. I have people that are waiting on me, and other things that need done." She paused, and rubbed her hands against the inside of her pockets. "Because it must be something important enough for you to discuss with me if you're stupid enough to disarm yourself."
He shrugged. "Why are you going to kill them?" He asked bluntly. The bluntness was intended to throw her off guard, see if she knew what he was talking about or if she didn't, then if she knew what was coming. "All those people. Why?" He looked at her sadly, like he wished things were different. But they weren't, and there's nothing he can do about it. For once, he let the loneliness of what he was and the duty he was bound to show in his face and through his eyes. Never let anyone close, or it will hurt that much more if the sword reacts and he had to kill them. Never get attached. Stay alone. Stand strong. Strike swiftly. He'd heard it all and knew it by heart. Every prayer, every reason. But he never knew why the people he had to strike down did what they did. Surely the reasons were varied... did Zynn know what she was?
"What?" His question made her take a step back, mainly out of surprise. "I don't... I've no plans to kill anyone." Her arms moved, crossing up under her chest in a way that spoke more of comfort than defiance. "I just want to live my life as I am. A warlock that keeps busy making potions, working magic, protecting friends and family." In all honesty, his question had unsettled her, and it showed.
He looked at her closely, like he wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. "Even at such a cost? Knowing what I know, I wonder if you'd want the same thing." He said quietly. "Would you choose still to live your life as you are? Is it worth telling you? Or would it just make things worse?" He sighed and shook his head. That was the trouble with the sword. It was black and white. It either reacted or it didn't. It told him nothing but who to slay. It said nothing of why, or what the urgency was, or how soon.
"I don't know what you're going on about." She sounded small, like she wanted to run instead of try and understand what he was saying. It didn't help that there was a coil of dread sliding through her like oil, leaving unease in its wake. Her arms tightened around her just a bit, and she shifted on her feet.
He looked at her and then over at the sword. How long did he have to carry that burden? His entire life. Until the day he died, he would bear that sword, and then he would be buried with it. Like his fathers before him. He looked back to Zynn, at the fear and the small sound of her voice and the way she curled in on herself like she might break at any moment with her shifting. He looked at her and his eyes were so very sad. "Zynn, do you want to know why I am sworn to kill you?" He asked quietly. "I'll offer this one time. Only once. I?ve never offered this before to someone marked by the blade. But, I want to know if there's something I can do. I have to know." There were rules against this for a reason of course. The Sealgaire's never told the marked the reason why, it might enable them to complete the task if they did. They might speed or even set in motion what the marked was meant to do for the horsemen. He sighed. "Take it or leave it. Yes or no."
When he finally glanced up at her, and she saw the sadness in his eyes, she dropped her own, down to the cobbles, to his weapons, anywhere but him. She didn't want to see the he shared the same emotions as her. It'd mean that he was his own person, more than just the person that had been trying to kill her. His words though, she did listen to. She listened to them closely, and was silent for a long time, contemplating, and worrying her lower lip to the point of it looking swollen and sore. When her words finally came, they were soft. "Yeah. I'd like to know why you're trying to kill me."
((Many thanks to Sain E. Sealgaire's player!))
He stood on the very cusp of the awning as she approached, he'd sensed her coming of course. The sword strapped across his back thirsted for her, yearned and reached for her. He watched with sad eyes as she neared and before she'd come within a block... he jumped and landed in the center of the street. He hadn't drawn any weapons yet. Instead he held his hands out to each side placating. "Zynn. I am not here to fight." He figured it best to start with that, or she'd end up setting him on fire and electrocuting him. Again.
She thought nothing of someone landing in the middle of the street. People did that a lot in Rhy?din. Though, she did come to a stop when he spoke, and she realized who it was. "Then what are you here to do? Because every other time I've seen you, you've tried to kill me. In fact, you almost succeeded last time." Her fingers twitched, and her mind urged her to take advantage of the fact that he wasn't armed at the moment. Instead, she shoved her twitchy hands into her hoodie pockets, and narrowed her eyes on him.
He shrugged and sat cross legged on the cobblestones of the street. "Well, I wanted to talk to you. See... there's a problem someone pointed out to me, and I want to see if they're right." He settled and looked at her as he slowly took the strap of his sword off his shoulder and took the whole thing, along with the harness of his gun, weapon included. He tossed the weapons to the side of the street, out of his physical reach. "Would you please speak with me?"
She watched him, as he undid his weapons, and tossed them aside. Her eyes followed their path as they clattered on the cobbles and stopped moving. The look she gave him when her eyes fell on him again was wary and curious. She didn't move to sit though. The cobbles were dirty. If she wasn't such a curious creature, she would have kept walking. "Fine. But let's not take all night. I have people that are waiting on me, and other things that need done." She paused, and rubbed her hands against the inside of her pockets. "Because it must be something important enough for you to discuss with me if you're stupid enough to disarm yourself."
He shrugged. "Why are you going to kill them?" He asked bluntly. The bluntness was intended to throw her off guard, see if she knew what he was talking about or if she didn't, then if she knew what was coming. "All those people. Why?" He looked at her sadly, like he wished things were different. But they weren't, and there's nothing he can do about it. For once, he let the loneliness of what he was and the duty he was bound to show in his face and through his eyes. Never let anyone close, or it will hurt that much more if the sword reacts and he had to kill them. Never get attached. Stay alone. Stand strong. Strike swiftly. He'd heard it all and knew it by heart. Every prayer, every reason. But he never knew why the people he had to strike down did what they did. Surely the reasons were varied... did Zynn know what she was?
"What?" His question made her take a step back, mainly out of surprise. "I don't... I've no plans to kill anyone." Her arms moved, crossing up under her chest in a way that spoke more of comfort than defiance. "I just want to live my life as I am. A warlock that keeps busy making potions, working magic, protecting friends and family." In all honesty, his question had unsettled her, and it showed.
He looked at her closely, like he wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. "Even at such a cost? Knowing what I know, I wonder if you'd want the same thing." He said quietly. "Would you choose still to live your life as you are? Is it worth telling you? Or would it just make things worse?" He sighed and shook his head. That was the trouble with the sword. It was black and white. It either reacted or it didn't. It told him nothing but who to slay. It said nothing of why, or what the urgency was, or how soon.
"I don't know what you're going on about." She sounded small, like she wanted to run instead of try and understand what he was saying. It didn't help that there was a coil of dread sliding through her like oil, leaving unease in its wake. Her arms tightened around her just a bit, and she shifted on her feet.
He looked at her and then over at the sword. How long did he have to carry that burden? His entire life. Until the day he died, he would bear that sword, and then he would be buried with it. Like his fathers before him. He looked back to Zynn, at the fear and the small sound of her voice and the way she curled in on herself like she might break at any moment with her shifting. He looked at her and his eyes were so very sad. "Zynn, do you want to know why I am sworn to kill you?" He asked quietly. "I'll offer this one time. Only once. I?ve never offered this before to someone marked by the blade. But, I want to know if there's something I can do. I have to know." There were rules against this for a reason of course. The Sealgaire's never told the marked the reason why, it might enable them to complete the task if they did. They might speed or even set in motion what the marked was meant to do for the horsemen. He sighed. "Take it or leave it. Yes or no."
When he finally glanced up at her, and she saw the sadness in his eyes, she dropped her own, down to the cobbles, to his weapons, anywhere but him. She didn't want to see the he shared the same emotions as her. It'd mean that he was his own person, more than just the person that had been trying to kill her. His words though, she did listen to. She listened to them closely, and was silent for a long time, contemplating, and worrying her lower lip to the point of it looking swollen and sore. When her words finally came, they were soft. "Yeah. I'd like to know why you're trying to kill me."
((Many thanks to Sain E. Sealgaire's player!))