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Post by seraaches on Apr 23, 2008 8:38:17 GMT -5
Se nodded in silent agreement, glad that she seemed like she wanted to change the subject. He didn't like talking about family and was more than glad for the subject to change. He gave a small shrug about the City; it was better than anywhere else he'd been.
The boy rose suddenly, beginning to pace across the living room and fighting a need to pull out his rock and touch it again. He made it nearly thirty seconds before he gave in and opened the pouch to gently stroke the black stone for a moment. Instantly, he felt relieved and he put it away again with a small sigh.
"It's okay," he said quietly, as though he hadn't been silent for over a minute. "It's better than the Marsh." He pulled a slight face, almost a normal child suddenly. It was almost as though touching the black stone had reinstated his sanity and youth.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 23, 2008 8:58:39 GMT -5
Xylia was about to speak up again when, to her surprise, Se fell silent and began to pace. His anxiety was clear and Xylia's ears flattened back a little in concern. What...was bothering him so? She scanned the room briefly, hesitated when she found nothing, and turned her attention back to Se in time to watch him stroke that little black stone.
During her brief glimpse of the stone, Xylia had felt a strange pull toward it and found herself worrying a little now. If it had been that intense for nothing but a peek, what must Se feel on a daily basis with that thing hanging around his neck? She hesitated, though, to worry aloud about his health or the safety of the stone. Best to wait on it for now.
"O! the Marsh? Have you ever been there? I haven't traveled much, really, but I want to. I want to travel through all the regions at least once, just to see what they're like." Xylia's knowledge was largely insatiable. For her, it wasn't just scientific breakthroughs and mechanicals wonders that caught her studious fascination but regions and cultures. Her forte, or perhaps it was simply her passion for hooves weren't all that helpful in her arts, would have to be weaponry and fighting styles.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 23, 2008 17:26:20 GMT -5
Se's ears went back and his face went dark at her question, though it wasn'ther asking, it was the question itself. He tried to push it off and turned to give her something that was almost like a real smile. "Uhm, it's just the Marsh." It didn't occur to him to specifically say Josiggy; to most of his family there may as well not be any other Marsh.
He paused, thinking that she likely wanted to hear more. He hesitated as he tried to think of a way to word it.
"It's. . ." This was harder than he thought. "The Marsh is pretty." How should he explain? He wasn't poetic and he rarely really thought about it. "It's usually very green and, well. . . swampy." He really wasn't good at this. "The problem is that every time we go out there, my father wants to do maneuvers, or some other crock like that. And then he turns us over to that *#$&@% Elias. . ."
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Post by Vyn on Apr 28, 2008 12:05:45 GMT -5
Luckily for Se, he didn't need to explain further. Based on his markings, Xylia had already assumed that by 'the Marsh' he meant Josiggy and not Golfam. Se simply didn't seem like a Golfam descendant of any sort.
Ew. Golfam was one of the few places that got very firmly underneath the doe's fur and left her skin crawling. Ew and ew again!
The mention of maneuvers perked Xylia's attention completely and her little tail began to wave eagerly from side to side. Oh! Did he know fighting techniques then? She could've squeed but instead she inched a little closer. "Elias? Who's that? And...what sort of maneuvers? Combat techniques?" Her voice peaked hopefully, her eyes shining.
Xylia was simply one of those insatiably curious people that had questions about everything. Especially when it came to subjects like combat and weapons or foreign regions that she'd yet to get to experience.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 28, 2008 13:48:10 GMT -5
Se was surprised, to say the least, by the girl's reaction to his words. He was relieved, however, that it wasn't disgust with which she stared at him even after hearing about his strange father. Even so, he was still shocked so when he began to reply his words started out hesitantly. They slowly grew in confidence, however, as well as some annoyance at remembering all that his father had forced upon him.
"Elias is the guy who raised my dad. He's a crazy *#&^#$% who's determined to make everyone he's ever met absolutely miserable. They make us do survival training and group fighting and all sorts of stuff like that." He didn't sound pleased about it, despite Xylia's excitement. It was all just a big mass of bad memories. He gave a small sigh. "You should have come with us," he said under his breath. Maybe she would have actually enjoyed it.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 28, 2008 14:46:22 GMT -5
Xylia was all around a bit too cheerful sometimes. Especially so when it came to weapons and combat. By all appearances, that should have been one of the last things on her knowledge-thirsty mind. Apparently not. She sipped eagerly at his drink as he spoke, coal black eyes thirsting and curious.
"Ooo. I would have liked to come." She frowned a little, remembering that Se was not entirely fond of his family. It was so sad, really. Families shouldn't be so turbulent even if, well, they usually were. She wiggled her tail slightly. "If you don't hate it too much, maybe you could show me a few maneuvers sometime? I think that'd be fun, but only if you want to."
Another one of those cheerfully sweet smiles graced her features. She didn't want to scare him away or, even worse, upset him but Xylia was far too curious to let this opportunity escape without trying.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 28, 2008 15:14:20 GMT -5
The boy turned to face her suddenly, inspecting her features with a quiet intensity. It didn't actually occur to him that her abhorrence to killing people, even in experiments, should translate to a hatred towards weapon. It made perfect sense to him that everyone love weapons and fighting, even if they didn't necessarily enjoy killing people.
Not that he necessarily enjoyed killing. But he wasn't opposed to it. He would do anything he needed to in order to survive and, he supposed, protect those he really cared about. Which so far included himself and maybe parts of his family if absolutely pressed. Maybe.
This little doe, however, was quickly becoming more and more important to him, and this was just their first meeting. It would be a little bit frightening if he bothered to think about it.
"Uhm. . . I guess I could," he answered, eyes dropping again. He really wasn't the best at any of their exercises; he didn't care so he didn't really pay attention. He was also forever getting his wings caught on things.
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Post by Kiki on May 10, 2008 9:07:23 GMT -5
Sera and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on May 11, 2008 11:51:12 GMT -5
Xylia's eyes brightened, as they did whenever she was pleased with something, when he agreed to teach her some of his techniques. For as long as she had known, Xylia had been fascinated with fighting techniques and with weapons.
"Thank you, Se!" She chimed happily, tail wagging behind her as she spoke. It would be such a pleasure, in Xylia's opinion, to get to practice techniques with Se. He was wonderful company as it was, and so intriguing on top of it. "Do you know anything about weapons?" The doe looked down at her hooves, sighing at just how awkward they were for the things she wished to master. "I can't wait until I've obtained my bipedal, it'll make everything so much easier."
Xylia sighed a little, but her smile never faded. Ah well, it was just another little obstacle that she'd have to hurtle and she would hurtle it. It would just take a while, like adjusting to her recent transformation.
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Post by seraaches on May 16, 2008 0:57:21 GMT -5
His agreement had made her really happy, and the hybrid couldn't help a small, pleased smile that he'd managed to make Xylia happy about anything. Even if it was something he really didn't like and generally found a complete waste of time. Xylia was happy. That made him happy. It was enough for now.
His ears came up as she asked about weapons and he was forced to give a small, negative shake of his head. "The only ones they let us play with is the bolas," he told her softly. "Because we can do that without hands as long as we're careful." Which he usually wasn't and most of the time he ended up with the weapon caught up in his wings. "They explain about a lot of stuff, but without hands to practice with. . ." Se gave another rolling shrug of his shoulders, causing his wings to shift up and down with the motion.
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