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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 5, 2012 19:46:32 GMT -5
ooc|| so i'm not sure it i'm sorry about the little mermaid reference in the title or not...
It had been years since she'd been under the eaves of her home-forest, feet in her own land, and Caedis wasn't sure if she was becoming sentimental or nostalgic. Probably a mix of both, based on the way she couldn't help herself from looking around.
Well, as much as she could look around from leaning on a tree.
She was on her feet (and it had taken her four days to be able to manage that without assistance), but one leg felt like it was always about to give out. The snake wound was a week and a half old, and despite her wanting to spend more time to let it heal properly, she couldn't feed herself without money.
A tip had led her here, to the forest on the outskirts of her land, and Caedis came armed. It was reasonable; several of the anonymous tips she'd gotten before had turned into either poorly planned guard ambushes or assassinations. For the occasion she decided newer leather armor was the way to go and to put a weapon wherever she could strap one, including the old sword she'd found in the ruins which she'd had sharpened and wasn't going to find another home ever.
She got bit by a snake for that damned thing. There was no way in hell she was giving it up.
Glancing up at what little of the sky she could see, she could clearly tell it was past the time the person was supposed to have arrived. Well, this was all one big waste of time. She cursed, loudly, not caring if anyone was around to hear her. So she couldn't walk well; that didn't mean she couldn't fight.
Oh well, if she was going soft she might as well indulge herself for awhile. She wasn't even sure why she was feeling sentimental. Not like she had a lot of really good memories from here anyway.
Goddamnit. This sudden two weeks of indulging weakness needed to stop.
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 5, 2012 22:02:04 GMT -5
It wasn't too long after Al had fallen asleep in a tree that a certain someone he knew came over and popped a squat beneath it. The tree had some nice limbs in it, so it was the obvious choice for a long, silent and still nap. It was simply too bad that he hadn't woken up to see his new visitor. The only reason he was even taking a nap at the moment was because he hadn't slept the night before, at all.
Last night was a long one, and one that allowed the land to speak for itself. The village where he and his mother lived had come under attack and he was forced to get his mother out of the mess. Tiamat was out assisting her with whatever she needed, and Al had ran off to take a nap in a tree.
Who wouldn't? They were quiet comfortable if you found the right tree.
The ginger finally awoke to the sound of loud cursing. Staying as still as he possibly could, he peered down the trunk of the tree. A broad grin stretched across his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red fruit.
Not bothering to stay still and hidden any longer, he quickly sat up and chucked the tomato out of the tree and right at Caedis's head.
Immature, sure. Payback, why not? What kind of a self respecting female wanted tomato in her hair?
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 8, 2012 18:48:29 GMT -5
It wasn't every day that things got thrown at her head. It was even rarer that the thing thrown wasn't deadly.
Instead of recoiling or anything she just stood, face slowly morphing into something that could be described as bemusement, and reached a hand behind her to feel at what was thrown. Softish. It certainly smelled.
Did someone just chuck a tomato at her head?
What the hell kind of immature prank was that?
She turned slowly, hand resting on one of her favorite throwing knives. When she saw no one around, she looked up and. Well, Caedis didn't believe in coincidence or gods, but this was some divine being having a laugh.
With a sigh she slipped her hand into another pocket, pulling out one of the expendable knives she carried, and halfheartedly tossed it up, not aiming (or really looking, for that matter).
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 8, 2012 19:44:05 GMT -5
Holy shit. She didn't see me! Now how to continue... The thoughts buzzed around his head like angry bees. The knife completely caught him off guard. Flying sharp projectiles were not things that he really cared for, so he reacted in the only way he could; jostling about and avoiding it.
He remembered to catch himself and didn't fall out of the tree, but he had most certainly blew his cover.
"Would you watch where you're throwing things, you stupid arachnid?" Though it wasn't really the best idea to start a fight with the shifter this early in their meeting, he didn't care. She had nearly poked one of his lovely eyes out.
If he had no depth perception, how was he supposed to fly a dragon? The world may never know.
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 11, 2012 13:45:18 GMT -5
If she were the stupid one, then why was he in a tree? Caedis watched him, completely uninterestedly as he tried to stabilize himself. Well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to get caught by a poorly thrown knife.
Even if he did come rather close.
Rolling her eyes, she moved her eyes away from him and scanned the surrounding landscape. "Would you like me to actually aim next time I plan on throwing knives at you?"
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 11, 2012 19:27:57 GMT -5
"Yes, I would. Then I would be spared the pleasure of your presence." Al wanted to change the situation for the better, so he climbed down the tree as skillfully as possible and looked at Caedis. He didn't know what he was going to do, but this would probably end in his death.
Thinking for a few moments, he found the perfect thing to do. "You look different today."
He was anticipating a slap or a stab or something violent, and he wanted to see if that premonition was true. Alphonse Kinney felt the need to be annoying and awkward, so he intended to do everything in his power to come off as annoying and awkward. It wouldn't help his relationship with spiderwoman, but that was something he tried not to care about.
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 16, 2012 22:01:12 GMT -5
He actually wanted her to aim? Did he not notice that she favored knives? Oh, he probably hadn't seen her hands; it was rare for her to find even an archer that had worse hand scars than she did.
All that pain had to be for something, right?
Caedis didn't actually answer, since she heard him moving above her. She didn't expect him to climb down and take a long look at her. As he stared her eyebrow went up and then he finally spoke. Was he expecting a certain reaction...?
"This time I'm not bleeding on you," she stated, dryly and without much thought. After all, it wasn't really like she was here to please him. "Are you bothering me for a reason or do you just enjoy it?"
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 17, 2012 7:16:27 GMT -5
There were many directions in which Al could take the next bit of conversation. Being as indecisive as he was, he couldn't make a decision quick enough without it seeming that he was hesitating. Well, he wasn't sure if he actually was hesitating. His brain was just slow... Like usual.
"I wasn't the one who popped a squat beside the tree I was napping in. You're in this situation because you picked the wrong tree. Your hair looks gross because I had a tomato. You know, there are a lot of reasons things are how they are."
He wanted a way to get under Caedis's skin. It was bound to happen someday, and he wasn't going to delay if he could help it. She was great at aggravating the hell out of him, and it was about time he got to aggravate the hell out of her.
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 22, 2012 19:11:36 GMT -5
Well, he was right about being slow; the man took longer to think than he really thought. Caedis was in the middle of actually wondering if he would notice her walk away or hit him when he began talking. Too bad she wouldn't get to test that theory.
His methods of getting under her skin were ten times more pitiful than she thought they actually would be. Her frustration before was born out of weakness; this time, however, now what she was standing and on somewhat equal grounds she was not amused.
Or frustrated.
Or whatever else he wanted to try to do.
"I wasn't aware that humans slept in trees. Nor that I could stand under the wrong tree in my own homeland," she stated, an eyebrow raising near the end of her statement. After crossing her arms across her chest she continued, not missing a beat or the losing her previous tone. "Also throwing something red at someone's hair fails when their hair is naturally partly red."
Of course, he was probably too stupid to realize that. Or he was just really that stupid. Of course, he was lacking in his better half and, well, that was another stupid move on his part. "You know, I thought you had that dragon to keep you from saying stupid things."
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 22, 2012 19:52:51 GMT -5
Al scratched the bridge of his nose quietly, leaning against the tree. It was a comfortable position, one he was not planning on moving from for quite a while. "Anyone can sleep in a tree. Beside that, you of all people should realize that, simply put, just because you're from a place doesn't give you any rights there."
Al dismissed Caedis's mention of Tia without a second thought. His dragon's whereabouts were none of her concern, as he had the spirit of a dragon with him at all times. That was more than enough to stop someone else from being stupid enough to try to kill him, and that was all the stupidity he cared about.
He wasn't all that bright, but Caedis was just a giant bitch. Though a part of him really hated to say that. It was very weird how attached he had gotten to her after she had been a complete and total ass to him in their last encounter. He had no doubt this one would end in a similar fashion. "The tomato was intended to make your hair nasty, not make it red."
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Aug 26, 2012 8:10:52 GMT -5
Right. Apparently all trees had equal rights and all people had equal rights in different lands. Oh, this was amusing. He'd clearly never been too far into her Birentien before.
"You riders are all the same; ignorance and arrogance. You don't have your dragon and so no one can tell you from any other human. And, last I checked, this land was rather... intolerant to anything but its own." A wide smile graced her face, looking out of place with what she was saying, but Caedis hoped that he understood it was mocking him.
Like literally almost everything else he said to her.
And then he brings back the tomato. The smile faded and she raised an eyebrow, giving him what she hoped to be an excellent 'bitch, please' face. "Do I look like I'm here to impress anyone? Sorry if tomato hair isn't aesthetically pleasing to you, but you're the one who threw it."
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Post by Al Kinney on Aug 26, 2012 17:23:01 GMT -5
Al wanted to piss Caedis off very, very badly. He just didn't know how. He needed a much more devious brain for attempting such a feat. When he could actually piss her off, he would be beyond satisfied with himself. The feeling would be one he would relish for all eternity... Or so he thought.
There had to be a way to get her so angry she'd punch him in the face. Not that he wanted to punched in the face. Al sighed and started thinking about a good way to go about doing this. She clearly didn't like him, so why couldn't he pretend to like her?
Well, liking her wouldn't cut it. He was going to have to go beyond simply liking her. He'd have to move on to pretending to love her. Al put on his best acting face and hid the fact that he was about to do something completely idiotic in a matter of minutes. Al refused to acknowledge that he did something stupid at least every three seconds. That would hit his ego.
"Clearly you're here for someone. But who?" Al felt like he was being nosy, but he shoved the inkling aside.
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Post by Caedis Clepta on Sept 2, 2012 16:46:01 GMT -5
All of a sudden there was a shift in his demeanor. He was trying to rile her up and now... now he was questioning her, almost as if he cared? Well, this was certainly interesting. Was he trying some new tactic? Perhaps trying to appeal to her nature before striking?
Wait, he wasn't smart enough to think of something like that. It was probably some petty plan that could only backfire.
"I'm clearly not here for you," she stated, and the way in which she said it fully implied that she wasn't going to give him an actual answer. "I think the question is, what are you doing here?" |
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Post by Al Kinney on Sept 10, 2012 16:08:37 GMT -5
"Well, I was taking a nap," He thought for a split second and then opted to add, "Until you came along and managed to wake me from my slumber." Okay, he could have worded that one better, but it just came out that way. The way he had stated it reminded him of the way people spoke of bears and hibernation. Though that could have been possible, it wasn't. He was most definitely not a bear.
Scratching the side of his face as nonchalantly as possible (not that you can scratch your face awkwardly or anything), Al started to shift his weight back and forth from his left foot to his right foot, continuing the process for what seemed to be a long time. He was growing impatient; Al was sure something was going to happen sooner or later, but he didn't really want to wait for it any longer.
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