Myria of Blades
Quatro Cerberus
Looking for a fight~
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Post by Myria of Blades on Aug 14, 2013 2:31:40 GMT -5
"Huh?"
Myria's hand, which was resting by her hilt, almost drew her sword in her surprise, and perhaps, suppressed enthusiasm, her subconscious interpreting the voice from the erstwhile blue as her wished-for emergency. What happened was... well, while the swordswoman was strong, the strength her reflexes could summon at a moment's notice, unconsciously, even, was obviously diminished, and will not be enough to break the knot that kept the hilt attached to the scabbard for today; after all, that was how she designed it. So what happened was... she ended up pulling the whole sword, sheathed and all, and whapping the stranger with it, with no little force.
"POK!"
"Ah!"
She turned around and saw just what she did. It looked to be a boy younger than she; well, appearances were never something you should stick with for judgment, she'd heard stories of monsters looking like children and stuff... okay, she was in a city, not in a battlefield. That was the point of this little exercise, was it? To not do any fighting stuff. I didn't think about that offensive maneuver, it doesn't count! she pleaded with her conscience, or whatever it was she had that was similar (in her mind's eye, it suspiciously looked like her guild leader). As with most consciences, Myria's just looked at her. With disdain. Aaaaagh. Okay, damage control, damage control, what am I supposed to do now...
"Uh... are you all right?" she asked. That was the right thing to say, in this situation, right? While she didn't care much about what happened to this random person, the guild might get in trouble, like that last time she got some fruits from a fruit shop just to get the owning merchant to fight her (she paid when she was finished, with the fruits and the fighting... honestly, those rune knights were so finicky)... she ignored the whispers of her mind saying that normally this situation did not happen, anyway, though it was less... explosive than her usual, so she must be getting better, right? She self-consciously returned her scabbard and sword to her side. Next time she should tie the scabbard too to her waist or something.
"So your name is Vagrant or something?" Wait, didn't vagrant mean something like... beggar? Is street rat something like that too? He doesn't look like a rat... Myria, after being concerned, was slightly confused. The boy looked strong enough, not really impoverished, but... hungry? She resisted the urge to challenge the boy to a spar, slapping her face with both of her hands, as if waking oneself up. "Um, but if you're carnivorous, would bread do?"
"Wait, are you asking me to treat you?" She didn't have that much money... "I don't think I have that much money..." Oh, an exact echo. Awesome. "Besides, I don't know who you are. So you'll probably just starve while I eat something." She turned to the shop window. "Hmm... what should I eat?" There's a chocolate cake and a caramel cake... choices, choices...
Agh, she had already forgotten about the person she clubbed. Ironically, this person who had interrupted her, had interrupted her lingering anxieties... perhaps it would take long before she realizes that she owes the other person, somewhat. Or forever. Well, what will the ignored Mister Vagrant do?
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