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Post by Nathalia on Mar 19, 2008 22:26:10 GMT -5
"I suppose it does, and fine, I'll stop for now." He smiled a bit and released her, resting his arms in his lap and watching her surprised face, shaking his head.
"Don;t worry, I'm not about to hold you to anything or run out to buy you a ring, you're just the first person who's meant more to me than just a...friend, and I don't even have any really close ones, in years...it's...strange for me. I didn't mean to scare you with thoughts of permanence."
He teased lightly, though hoped that she thought of him as more than just a one-night-stand...that would make him feel horrible, even if he didn't love her as more than a friend...
He leaned up against her and grimaced.
"Ah, good god. His name is Varestes, and you'd do well to steer clear of him. He's The King of Spades and he's been like that toward me since the second time I ever met him...and the first was a hint of things to come."
He shifted a little, talk about the morning of discomfort, this was...a little embarrassing as well.
"He's...gotten it into his head that he...loves me and for the life of me I have no idea why...he just won't leave me alone, I've even had to put up barriers around my room so that what happened last night couldn't...occur... But um...I forgot to last night as I was, ah...distracted."
Bernard shrugged, and brushed his fingers through his bangs.
"I've tried to be civil and I'm still friendly around him but...as you can see, I don't tend to invite him over when I'm alone..."
Not anymore...
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Post by Satra on Mar 19, 2008 22:42:54 GMT -5
Ah, okay, that was good. Heilyn had dealt with people getting attached after that first night together... that was never pleasant, having to explain the difference between lust and love, and how they did not feel the latter for her. She wrapped an arm casually around his shoulders as she leaned in a listened. She couldn't help but smile at Bernard mentioning his "distraction". Yeah, that was her fault, then. Ah, well.
"If... you don't mind my asking what happened the first and second times you met?" she felt this would be a good indication of this person, just what in the hell he was. the more information she had about him, the better she felt she could deal with him if they were to ever meet again. Especially if he was a working member of the Court, she was bound to run into him again, most likely.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 19, 2008 23:11:43 GMT -5
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and he let himself lean into it, the thoughts of Lin from before vanishing, they would return to haunt him at night...he knew.
"Hills, where to start? The first time I met him was when he was inducted into the Court of Spades, I make it my business to know the other Kings in charge of the other Courts...it keeps me a bit better filled in on the actual Court goings on that the Queen might think are superfluous or beneath them to discuss."
He stretched his legs and then pulled them up under himself, resettling a little so that he could better lean against Heilyn.
"He wasn't the first Hisstor I'd met by any means, I had traveled there before he came to the Courts...it's an amazing place by the way, and I didn't expect him to act the way he did. He's a bit of a non-traditional Hisstor from what I can tell, not in practices, but in attitude. They tend to be a lot more even-tempered than he is, and I've been led to believe that he has some...slight mental issues. His father, apparently, liked to experiment with magical ways of splitting mindsets...and tried it on his own children. Varestes has...spoken to me about it on a few occasions...it causes him undue distress and seems to have given him dependency issues."
He sighed.
"The first time I met with him, I invited him over to tea...you may have noticed that I rather enjoy doing that and...he seemed promising. Really interested in what I did and where I came from, where I had been...I have to say, I rather liked him at first, thought maybe we could be good friends. He didn't talk about himself much, aside from his parents, Hisstors are very family oriented, and his brother, who was killed when he was younger. He was ah...very tactile but I just assumed that he had been brought up like that...I can be a bit of a moron too so I didn't think much of it, until I talked to Anoushka about it. She's the Club King."
He shifted, realizing that he was going to need another shower as his bangs continued to stick together in front of his face...damn.
"She was shocked when I told her how he had acted, apparently when she had met him for the first time, he had barely spoken, been extremely formal, and only touched her to shake her hand. She told me that if she didn't know any better she would have said he was flirting with me."
He turned slightly red and looked toward the still closed drapes, watching the light under them and wondering if he should call for some breakfast.
"The next time I met with him, it became apparent rather quickly. He ah...moved a lot faster than you did, shall we say? Scared the hell out of me and I avoided him for a little while."
He stood and moved over toward the bathroom.
"What about you? I'm sure you were chased all over the Bog. And you'll have to excuse me...I really need a better shower than I got."
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Post by Satra on Mar 20, 2008 0:11:37 GMT -5
She had to admit, she enjoyed that he leaned up against her like that. She wrapped her other arm around him, curling up to his hair, petting it more. Eh, he really didn't wash it very well last night, did he? She noticed, being the OCD-ly clean person she was, but kept touching him. It didn't matter for now, and it's not like it was that bad, anyway.
"Wow, that's... interesting..." not entirely sure what to say about that. Yeah... this man wasn't going anywhere near Bernard ever again, if Heilyn had anything to say about it. though, she now understood that some of that wasn't his fault.
It still didn't change the fact that he was a problem.
Her stomach growled before he got up. She laughed a little sheepishly and let him get up.
"Eh, shall I call for a servant to bring up breakfast instead of us going downstairs? There isn't much hiding the night's events as it is..." she looked over the room, the faint scent still apparent in sheets hidden from open air, and that tear in his mattress... eek... she blushed slightly. Did she really do that...? Yeah, serious clean up. If there was a next time, Heilyn would have to behave herself... as well as remind Bernard to put up those barriers...
She looked over at Bernard, a smirk crossing her face.
"Oh, where to begin!" she laughed. "I think the only thing funnier than some of the actual relationships was my father reacting to every one of them. To this day, I am his precious little girl, wide-eyed and naive, and everyone interested in me is only out to corrupt me to devious ways." She laughed at the irony, considering she'd been the one to corrupt so many... she assumed he still wanted to hear the stories, so she moved into to bathroom with him, sitting on the same bench as before.
"My dad actually has a restraining spell, still, against the girl I lost my virginity to, this spit-fire of a Lynx. I brought her home, I was... 15 I think, Lucrecia was about my age. I bring her home to do the obligatory meeting of the parents one day," she snerked, "And she gropes both of them and says "well, I can see which one of you she gets it from". Mother threw her out a window, while Dad screamed like a sissy. Dad got mad, because I had been dating someone so absolutely horrible. Mom," she laughed again. God, her mother was hilarious, "Mom was mad that, apparently, she wasn't the one I got it from... not very mentally stable, that woman," she mused. She caught sight of a mirror. Curious, she went over to look...
She let out a yelp in shock as she looked over the face of her mother staring back at her. Her hands went up to her face. This isn't real, this isn't real, this...
"Oh, Gods..." she whispered in a breath.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 22, 2008 0:59:42 GMT -5
Bernard sighed a little, enjoying as well the fact that she was still willing to touch him after his outburst...he was amazed that she hadn't stalked out of the room in annoyance, actually.
"Interesting is an understatement...he's something, I'm just not sure what. I wish he would find another obsession and just move on already." There was no way that Varestes actually loved him, it was just a simple obsession...simple...ha...
At her next comment he winced a little, thinking of the rumors that would fly but...there really wouldn't be any way for them to hide it so... "Sure, give them a ring and- actually, here, I'll do it." He waved his hand and the small orb of blue light appeared and then zipped away so that it made a small blue after-streak effect on the eyes. "You're right of course, no need for either of us to go hungry just because I'm a prude." He joked, standing slowly and feeling his back crack.
"You? Wide-eyed and naive? Was your father hit with a mace after you were born, by any chance?" He teased, allowing her to move into the bathroom after him but then standing behind the shower door to change and hitting the water. He figured she might not want to see that much of him again...especially now that she wasn't drunk... As a matter of fact, now that he wasn't drunk, he wasn't certain he wanted to show her either...
Bernard couldn't help the rather hearty laugh at her story...her first date had what? "You're kidding?! That's somewhere between admirable and horrible, your mother sounds like she was quite the person, I wish I could have met her. Heh, your father....that's about how I would have reacted...except with the possible accompaniment of fire...Ah well. Hills."
He shook his head and tried to actually wash his hair well this time. He was about to relate with the story of his first date when there was a yelp that he could hear even over the water. He quickly turned it down and shouted out to her.
"Heilyn? Are you alright, what happened?"
What could have happened really? Had she fallen? He kept the water pressure low until she responded.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 22, 2008 1:43:47 GMT -5
Nat and Satra receive 2 tokens 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 Satra on Mar 22, 2008 13:08:28 GMT -5
Surprise showed on her face, which was quickly followed by a smirky smile as she watched the ball of light zip away. Well if that ain't handy... She laughed.
"Probably," she joked back, "That man... with both of my parents I was lucky to have escaped with as much sanity as I did. Haha!" she laughed, ignorant of her own mental state.
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Her father could NEVER find out about this. Never. If he saw her like this... it would kill him.
Granted, Heilyn was much slimmer than her mother, not having the battle-tank's musculature, and her Human form hadn't come equipped with full-blown leather armor like Rhiannon's... and Heilyn's expression wasn't as cold and hard... but Gods, if this wasn't a slap in the face.
"I-I'm fine. Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you," her voice sounded a little unnerved, "Finish your shower, don't mind me..." Yes, finish your shower so I can finish my freak-out in front of the mirror without you having to see and panic yourself... She continued touching her face with her gloved hands, still in disbelief. She began to clam herself. It only made sense, really, considering how much my Animal and Bipedal forms reflected hers...even down to most of my markings... especially the tail... Heilyn hated the feeling of being caught off guard. she took a deep breath in, and let her discomfort escape with the long, steady breath. Calm. Guarded. This was...
Now that the shock was gone from her face and she now felt guarded against her emotions, she saw the exact expression her mother wore--
She turned away from the mirror and went back to the bench. This was just ridiculous.
"My Mother," she continued, distracting herself from the anxiety that made itself known, "I think her history is an interesting cultural footnote. Not one you should be spouting off to anyone who asks, we like to keep this little bit of information as nothing more than a rumor," she laughed, amused, but Bernard was trustworthy, and it was something he should probably know, as inquisitive as he was.
Her hand went up and behind her to touch her back. Now that her hang-over had subsided, and that she had tensed up from seeing herself, she was beginning to feel the aftermath soreness of fighting Varestes. It wasn't much, and it was mostly from being slammed against the bedside, but, damn.
"There's a class of fighters in the Bog, chosen from birth, to become nothing more than trained fighting machines. They get knives put in their hands before they can walk. They undergo rigorous daily training in fighting and magic. They are expected to graduate the primary course by the age of 13 as merciless, fearless Tanks. About 10% of each class go insane from the training and separation from emotion and become Raiders themselves as opposed to the 5% of normal citizens who do so..." She leaned back on the bench, letting her feet swing. she had thought of how close she was, herself, to being one of the "lucky" chosen few to partake in that lifestyle. How different her life would've been...
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 22, 2008 22:58:26 GMT -5
Bernard wondered whether he should lean out to check on her or not but...something in her tone made his gut twist a little...and he decided it was best to leave her alone for the moment. When she began talking again, he relaxed and listened intently. He desperately needed to know more about the Bog...he would go crazy if he couldn't visit someday.
"If you say so...but if I come out there and you're bleeding I'll say something clever and witty before I call for help." He rolled his eyes slightly as he rinsed his hair. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, I'm pretty good about keeping things confidential."
He smiled, anticipating something rather interesting to warrant that buffer.
What he heard alarmed him. He knew from her descriptions of the Bog that these procedures were probably necessary but still...just hearing about it...the risks involved...Hills it sounded awful...
He actually poked his head out of the shower door, long hair hanging partially over his face and drizzling water; to give her a stare. Proclaiming "What?!?" Before pulling back in and continuing his shower.
"That sounds...horrific. I can imagine the reasons for it but...hills. I haven't heard of anything like this since I traveled along the borders of the Golfam... Apparently they train most of their children in the art of what they call "tearing"... A way to attack outsiders in order to...tear the opponents' skin off...ugh, hills..."
The water shut off and his hand appeared outside the door, fumbling for a towel before retreating back inside. A few moments later, he stepped out, still wringing at his hair but at least covered. He moved over to her.
"So what was the shout in concerns to?"
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Post by Satra on Mar 23, 2008 0:56:56 GMT -5
"I almost makes me wish I was bleeding, just to hear what you'd say," she laughed, "Nope, we're shiny here," she said, using some Bog slang that was often got her strange looks in the Capitol for using. She laughed quite openly at Bernard's face as it poked, dripping wet and hair all in front of it, out of the shower. And the expression! The laughter died as his head disappeared back behind the door.
"Oh, man, you should've seen your face...ahaha..." she wiped a tear from her eye, "But it's all true. According to both of my parents, I was very close to becoming one myself. I have no idea what the criteria is for choosing children, and they don't divulge that information to anyone. All I know it that the voting must be absolutely unanimous between the three Elders.
"And it isn't so bad. The Fiannas, as we called them, become absolute masters of the Arts and are just absolutely genius in their innovations in magic and the martial arts, sometimes weaponry. Most of our steel goes to them, actually. Though our steel and iron working isn't the greatest, our Fiannas and magicians have found a way to infuse magic in the forging process to make up for it. I'd love to take some of them to the Midrange to learn to make the folded steel they do there. Absolutely incredible weapons I've seen from there," How many times had she stopped by that shop in the Bazaar to drool over the gorgeous, swirled-patterned blades of the 2000 fold steel? "Though I suppose it makes sense, considering the region..." she had to smile, watching his hand fumble for a towel then retreat. She watched him ring out his hair and come toward her. The smile faded slightly as he asked. She sighed, looking down for a moment then back up.
"I was just... a little surprised to see how much I looked like my mother... that's all. I probably should've expected it, though..." There was a knock at the door. Ahh, palace service. Was there anything like it?
[Uh... just so you know, if Bernard insists on being a gentleman and getting the door, Heily will sneak up behind him and steal his towel and answer it herself. >> ]
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 25, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -5
"Shiny, are we? Huh, it couldn't have been that funny..." The grin in his voice was evident though and he allowed himself to laugh silently as well...ah, to entertain.
The idea of Heilyn being chosen for such a thing caused him to pause for a second, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to stop himself from saying something she would probably take offense to...still, he was rather glad she hadn't been... She was turning out to be quite a good friend for him...he really... Needed that, though events like the night before...
He shook his head, still angry at himself but not allowing it to surface now. Events like the night before would not be allowable again, under any circumstances...
"Alright, I'll take your word for it, but it sounds bad to me...but then, I know I'm spoiled. Ah, Mid-Range folded steel...when I get back out in the room, I'll have to show you the dagger I brought back from the Mid-range...you'd like it."
After wrapping himself in the towel, he stepped out and gave her a grin, though it fell as quickly as her expression.
"Ah...yes...family resemblances can...hurt...sometimes." He winced and patted her shoulder as he passed, going to answer the door. "You wonder why I never take my Biped form?"
He let the question hang...then drop, as though it was rhetorical...ignoring the thoughts buzzing around his brain. Distracting himself with the door and the thoughts of food...he was rather hungry...
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