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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 3:17:14 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe? How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
It was a warm day in the market as Ava walked down the line of stalls selling everything she could imagine. She was headed down to a buchers stall who could properly gut and sell the game she had caught this morning outside the city. Picking were thin so close to the abundance of people, but in tracking and some swift bow work she managed to catch a raccoon and a few birds. They were in her bag now, hanging over her shoulder. Her small satchel of money acquired yesterday jingling quietly as she scanned through the stalls. Strapped to her side was her sword, and hidden, strapped to her ankle, was her dagger. She rarely walked without them. Her white shirt fell just under her waist and her hair was blowing in the soft breeze.
As she walked down the line her hand sub-consciously hovered over her satchel. fear of pickpockets was not irrational around here and she was gaining on her gold faster than usually with the wind of spring abuzz in the air. She never quite got used to the winding of the shop stalls or their order, so she simply wandered until she could find the stall of her choice, usually. Ava had been in town for only a few days but she was still already getting restless. She planned to leave tomorrow morning, as she was staying at an inn not far from the market. She found herself uneasy at the prospect that her things were left unattended. but carrying everything in the market was stupid, and if Ava was anything, she was NOT stupid.
Ava stopped at a small stall selling trinkets, mostly necklaces and amulets of many sorts. She liked to look at pretty things sometimes, they reminded her of the soft folk that had never killed a beast in their life and wouldn't need to. In her eyes, her lack of pretty things made her stronger, and others weak. And, they were nice to look at too...
She knelt down beside several sparkling broaches and pendants on long, silver chains. She smiled softly to herself and wondered how many raccoons it'd take to get one of those.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 17, 2012 11:32:02 GMT -5
Marketplaces were disgusting, they were full of all the people he'd been told to hate all his life. Peasants, merchants, nobles...all these stupid, weak people who didn't even have the strength to swing a blade. On the other hand, that was a good thing because it forced them to hire him to do it for them. He was a blade for hire and he thought it was obvious so his way of getting jobs was simply walking around the marketplace with his large blade out, plus he also had some gold to spare from his last job, even though he hated giving money to these people it was necessary sometimes. He prowled around like some wolf eagerly awaiting his prey. It wasn't like he was scared the guards would arrest him, he'd be impressed if they even tried.
He passed by a booth of what he simply called “shiny things.” He wondered what kind of people were so rich that they had nothing better to do than to adorn themselves with things that did nothing for you other than sparkle. Not that Amri disapproved of shiny things, he just preferred the kind that had the added bonus of being able to kill people, like daggers. He had only ever brought something from these kind of booths once, and that had been to get a locket for his sister, and she had worn it ever since. When he thought of that he wondered if getting her another would make her happy. The thought made him stop and feel silly as he actually took the time to look over what he was seeing there. He saw one bracelet that looked like two wings curling over each other and it reminded him of Streak, his sisters pet peregrine falcon. Maybe it would make her think of it too.
“I'll take that,” he said, tossing his bag of coins on the table.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 13:07:44 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Avianna's fingers brushed against the silver and gold chains, perfectly crafted to shine in the sunlight and draw in gold plenty patrons who just had to have the pretty objects. She felt herself remembering a necklace when she was young, that her mother wore. It was pretty, and she always liked to touch it. She sighed in her daydreaming and didn't even hear the warrior approach the stall.
Ava's ears nearly jumped as someone spoke near her. Disturbed she hadn't heard him coming, she cursed herself for letting the pretty things distract her for even a second. She glanced at the bracelet and she gave a little smirk, holding down a laugh. Sure, it was a nice bracelet, but it wasn't common for warriors of his... appearance. Well, it was not Ava's place to judge when it came to what barbarians liked to buy with their spare change.
Avianna glanced up at Amri with a small smile and her eyes wrinkled in the midday sun, "Is that for you?" she said, her tone teasing-but not accusing. "I mean, it's okay if it is, but I'd assume that it was meant for some with a more slender shadow and longer hair from their head." She knew she was probably getting herself in a little trouble for teasing him, but life was just too boring to not take little risks like this once and a while.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 17, 2012 14:14:54 GMT -5
He hadn't noticed her at first, why would he? It wasn't like he was out drinking at a pub, he was just wandering through, but he had to say he wasn't all that displeased. She was very attractive and he appreciated a pretty face. Not that any endeavor of his lasted long, or he'd ever really tried. Most girls were drawn to him with his looks and the excitement of him being a barbarian...until they learned what being a barbarian meant and he chopped someone's head off right in front of them and they took of screaming. It was rather entertaining. People loved a rebel until they actually met one.
He was not amused by her question though. What was she implying...that he was some yuppy? Not many people would be brave enough to suggest something like that straight to his face, so now he couldn't tell if he was irritated or impressed. “It's a gift,” he said with the annoyance showing in his voice as he brought his sword up so she would have to see its size, “perhaps you should see if they have any common sense for sale, that might prevent a fatality.” He spoke darkly, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice, either because the idea of killing people brought a smile to his mind or he was amused to think how she might respond to that and how her confidence would quickly fade away.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 14:46:57 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Ava was not the least bit daunted, or if she was, she didn't show it. She simply tossed her hair behind her shoulder so that she could see him at all times, directly and in the corner of her eye. She gave a curious look over at the sword, "Ohh, where'd you get that? It's quite shiny, where can I get one of those.?" she pulled out her own sword, it was thin but it still glinted in the sunlight showing it's razor sharp edges. "I got mine a few years ago. Not nearly as heavy or brutish as yours, but it serves me well.".
He responded with his clear death threat and she gave a little tsk tsk sound, "Oh, you wouldn't hurt a little girl would you?", Ava lowered her sword, she still held it tightly. "And I don't need common sense, I have plenty. Too much for my own good as most people say."
She stood, and sized him up a bit. He was large, and tough. She doubted that she'd be able to actually kill him, but escaping him and teasing him would be easy and fun. He may have 60 pounds on her, but she would be much more nimble than him and her attacks would be much quicker than his. The only problem was one strike of her sword on him was nothing compared to a strike from his. She'd have to tread carefully, but she still managed to not appear fearful of him. She knew that the more she teased him the angrier he'd get, and the more entertaining this'd be. "I didn't mean to offend you, sir. I just thought it was a little strange a man would buy such a pretty bracelet. I'm sure your wife will love it." her voice was silky but not at all apologetic. Ava never apologized, never.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 17, 2012 16:10:35 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrows when she didn't seem fazed by his sword. His sword scared people, that was the whole purpose of having a sword that was bigger than most. Why the hell wasn't she scared? Or was she just stupid? Yeah, that was it, she was a stupid little girl who didn't know who she was messing with. She didn't know how strong he was. She didn't know how many people he'd killed. She didn't know he was a deadly mercenary whose employers called “the Demon,” or “Messenger of the Devil.” She'd have to learn to give him a little more respect if she was hoping to retain all of her limbs, but maybe she'd learn quicker than he swung his sword.
“What makes you think I wouldn't hurt a little girl? Do I look nice?” he asked threateningly, turning to face her. He could see people moving away from them unconsciously. Of course, there always seemed to be this wide circle around him when he was in crowded places. People didn't like getting too close to him, except her, apparently. He would think she was some stupid noble's daughter if it wasn't for the way she dressed. Who the hell was she then? Or was she just dressed in boys' clothes to blend in? Whoever she was, she was starting to piss him off what with her not running away. Hell she looked like he'd be able to snap her in half without breaking a sweat, she had no business standing up to him. “And do I look like I'd have a wife either? Or are you as dumb as your sword is wimpy?”
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 16:44:31 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Now Ava was mad, her eyes narrowed. "No, you don't look nice. You look like a mean, conceited man that has less brains in his head then friends by his side." she replied, her voice colder than ice. As adrenaline began to pump in her veins her eyes began to flare in her fury, and how dare he call her sword wimpy?
She began to step from the stall so there was room around her if she needed it. "My sword is fit to my needs, and my skills. And I tell you know, warrior, I am not by any means-" she paused and tilted her head up, to show she was not afraid of him. "Wimpy. If I am wimpy, then you are weak, and if I am stupid, you are smart. I may not be an all in general brute-as you are, but I know how to defend myself and I'm not bragging-to say I do a damn good job of it."
Her voice was quiet, but cold and threatening. Ava was not afraid of this fighter, and she did not expect him to be afraid of her, nor did she expect to have the ability to kill him-but a fight seemed almost inevitable at this point and Ava was ready. She still had her bag on her shoulder, but her dagger was at her ankle and she was ready to take him on-if it came to it. Ava almost never gave the first blow. Each attempted strike gave more information, so she always had them one up on things she could interoperate.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 17, 2012 17:24:43 GMT -5
A smirk came to his face as she began to lose her cool. This was when it got fun, this was the place where he was better than everyone else. But he wasn't going to kill her, no, not yet, she was just starting to get entertaining, and it would be a shame to waste such a pretty piece of fun. He was a person who enjoyed playing with his food, and who knew, maybe he'd be able to squeeze a few more sassy remarks out of her. It didn't hurt that this was actually great advertising for him, everyone in the area would know he was a fighter and afterward some creepy looking older guy would probably approach him with a deal and he'd earn his next bag of gold.
“Aww, did I hurt your feelings?” he asked in a mocking tone as he swung his sword back up to rest on his shoulder. He started pacing slowly in a circle around her, less like a predator and more like a way to tease her. People around them started giving them more room, and a few had even stopped to watch, which wasn't a smart thing if they were expecting a fight. Amri was known to leave casualties other than the intended target when he was in a fight, but now he was sure a fight would only happen if it was started by her. He was having too much fun. “And there I was thinking you didn't care about my opinion, but obviously I was wrong,” he said with the addition of a wink and another of his trademark smirks.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 17:43:11 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Ava realized she was getting too heated and she took a deep, quiet breath. She needed to calm down, right now she was the prey-not the predator, and the only way she could get off on a good side now-was if she could get back some hold. She put her blade back in her holder and ran her fingers through her hair softly. She pretended she was on a hunt, quiet and stealthy-as well as calm. Slowly her heart slowed and her face cooled. Finally, relaxation. It was the only way to walk if you wanted to walk with pride.
Ava nodded and gave a small shrug, "No, it seems you were right. I guess I lost my temper." She paused and idly gazed around the crowd around her. She was afraid that she'd most likely disappoint them. "Nice meeting you, but I have better things to do." and with that-completely ignoring his taunting stance she walked past him, a few people let her pass and she walked down the line of stalls towards the butchery, her intended destination.
Ava wasn't sure how he'd react, but one thing was for sure, she doubted he would like her dismissive reaction to his tease and she was still, as always, very alert to his actions. Last thing she needed was a dagger in her back. She thought of casting a auditory charm on her ears-to be safe, but Ava didn't bother.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 17, 2012 18:08:05 GMT -5
Wait, what? She was just leaving? Was she allowed to do that? No, he was pretty sure you weren't allowed to do that, that was cheating. People never left fights from him, either they died or they died, they didn't just walk away. His mind was spinning, he simply didn't know how to react to that because it didn't happen. He was just staring right in front of himself with his eyebrows furrowed. Maybe he should just go also. He should just get back to the temporary camp he had made and give the bracelet to his sister and come back here the next day to look for work, it wasn't like there was anything really important for him to do in town and he hated town anyway and all the people in it including this girl.
But that was it, she was irritating him and he couldn't let that go unpunished. She couldn't just walk away, that sent a message that he was the kind of person who just let people walk away and that wasn't the case. If she wanted to get away easy than she should've picked another person to make annoying remarks to instead of the best fighter in this damn place. “Well lucky for you I don't have anything better to do,” he shouted as he went after her, quickly catching up to her brisk pace down the stalls, “so maybe you should learn to give a little respect before I force it out of you.”
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 17, 2012 19:56:35 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Ava could care less he was following her, though his reaction gave her heart wings and she felt severe amusement threatening to bubble through her determined cool expression. She simply gave a small flip of her hair like the rich girls to their suitors and called in reply, "I really don't care what you have to do, and I really don't care to give respect to someone who hasn't earned my respect or even deserves it." her dismissive tone and careless attitude really made Ava's heart soar. She was getting better and better at masking her emotions, truly-when she was older she'd be a master at deception. Or at least, very, very good.
Luckily, the meat stall wasn't that far off, she could smell the blood and she entered the stall. Even as she began to open her satchel and remove her kills, she ignored him, considering him but a fly that just kept on coming back to bug her. The stall's owner seemed a little concerned, but after a year of service she simply handed him her raccoon and three birds and got a small bag of clinking coins.
When she was done she turned back to the warrior, "If you don't mind, I have things to do and they don't include you so you can either leave me alone, or follow through on your threats now." she left that on the table, pivoted on her heel and walked away. He had lost his entertainment and she just wanted to get back to her room and sleep.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 18, 2012 1:46:34 GMT -5
How had he not earned respect? Only stupid people didn't respect him, stupid people that happened to be dead now, there was a pattern. And why didn't she care? Most people cared when they were being followed around by someone his size with his strength with his kind of sword. He had to admit that he was rather sort of used to people paying attention to him. Before it had been praise for his good work as a warrior, and lately it had been fear for the exact same skills, but either way, he generally expected people to look his away, not just waltz by him like he was just some decoration hanging around.
So again, he didn't know what to do, it was such an unusual experience for him. But he couldn't lose his cool, no, that was dumb. People were most entertaining when they were the ones losing their composure, not him. It wasn't like she was threatening his sister, as long as she wasn't doing that he had no reason to be vengeful. He should just tone down the blood pressure and see how long this could be fun for him, and if she started getting boring, he'd leave, that was a plan. So instead of yelling at her again, he just put his smirk back on. “Oh, but you see, I do mind. Cheap entertainment is hard to come by and you seem like a good source of it,” he said as he grabbed an apple from a nearby stall to take a large bite out of it. The stall tender was too scared to call him out for it.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 18, 2012 16:14:44 GMT -5
How can you say those things?
Why can't we just believe?How can you say those thingsand keep a straight face?
Ava stopped and paused, and once again turned her heel-this time to face him. Her response calm though, "Right, right. Entertainment. I'm done, you see-this may have been fun for me to start, but I have a life and I happen to also have a short attention span for losers who have a chase people around to get kicks." she rolled her eyes in annoyance, seriously-was he really that petty, that much of a jerk to have to feed off her attitude and follow her around.
Ava was a patient person, she once tracked a rabbet under ground four three days in the coldest of winters. But he was just plain getting on her nerves. She took a breath, tilted her head sideways a little and thought every single curse word she could think of to keep her complexion cool and calm. "Now, you can scurry off to where ever you call home, okay? I don't need any damn puppy dogs nipping at my heels. So go home or get a life and leave me alone. Or I make you, but you don't want me to make you." she gave a very cheerful, sarcastic smile and a tiny wave, "Gooodbye!" and she turned her heel, and off she went.
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And I will shut downNOTESSorry it's not long, my mind is elsewhere at the moment and this is the best two hours could pull out  LYRICSStablio - Flawed DesignCREDITMade by Goldy |
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 18, 2012 16:54:38 GMT -5
There was no way he was leaving now, he was starting to annoy her as much as she'd been annoying him before, and he wasn't one for equal payback, he had to go above and beyond. Her snide remarks meant nothing to him, he'd been called every sort of thing and it was all quite boring by now, except for the fact that it meant he was getting on her nerves which shouldn't have entertained him as much as it did. She was the one who had brought this on herself so he had nothing to be ashamed of, and it wasn't like anyone would stop him from doing whatever he wanted. No one liked to be the person who tried to get in his way, those people had a nasty habit of becoming dead.
“See, that's where you're wrong, I do want you to make me, if you can, that is,” he said as he strutted after her. He started humming a little song to really drive her crazy, mostly he just wanted to see her lose her temper again before he left and it didn't seem like it would take that much effort, and he already had such a great foundation it would be a shame to waste it. “I've got a whole day ahead of me and no one to share it with,” he said sarcastically with some fake puppy-dog eyes added in as well, but he couldn't hold them for long and he just laughed.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 18, 2012 18:17:00 GMT -5
She sighed and continued on her merry way for a while, trying to ignore the beast's insistent song. She headed down the street a little longer then stopped, sighed and turned around. Her expression tired and unamused. She gave a little huff, or more of a sigh, of exhaustion. "Okay, I give up. You've annoyed me. What do you want? Congratulations? Well Congratulations, Sir. You've managed to annoy me. You're officially the most immature child in this city." she crossed her arms and tapped her foot ever so slightly.
She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to blow up again, but that wasn't happening, not as long as she could help it. This seemed like it wasn't actually going to become a physical fight any time soon-but more a battle of nerves. Ava had to admit, she wasn't that good at those types of battles-but she would have to learn sometime, wouldn't she? Maybe she could... perhaps, move him from his destination? "So if you didn't get that for yourself," she gave a little laugh, "or a wife-who is it for? If I'm not too bold to ask?".
It may have seemed strange to some people, or she was being sarcastic-but this literally was Ava's 'polite' conversation speech. She hoped, to at least try to get him off her back. Anything at this point seemed to be better than just walking away from him. That was just making him all the more annoying, no perhaps the dreaded had to be done. Perhaps she actually had to be nice or polite, anything was better than apologizing. Anything.
Apologizing (in Ava's mind) was like giving away any pride she had, which considering her past actions, was actually a rather small amount. If she needed to, Ava would steal, lie, cheat, betray, kill, anything if it meant she breathed another day. It was Ava's job to keep Ava alive, and no one elses-nor was it her job to keep anyone else alive. If everyone kept themselves happy then the world would be a much more simple place. That was always Ava's way and it always would be her way.
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