Calder Raoul
Pryfektus 
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 26, 2013 2:35:37 GMT
Calder stood at the railing of the boat, water splashing up to spray his chin just barely. The great Drakonrhedi ship of Drakonborg had tired from it's recent lengthy trip through the air, and was now sailing through the depths of some northern body of water. Not that Calder truly cared of the location, he only took rest on the ship so that Sigrid would have time to recover from their trip from Midgardborg. He also could not deny that he had been sensing his lovable drake's loneliness, and he knew she needed the presence of others. That is where he and his loyal Sigrid differed; He could survive a lifetime without the ignorance that came with the average, boring, plain person, but Sigrid could not.
Lost in his thoughts, Calder did not notice the peregrine falcon that dove from the air to land on the deck of the ship, until it had shifted into the form of a male, no more then seventeen years. Calder raised a brow as he quickly assessed the boy. Poor little Tiro looks terrified. Wonder which Vetr it was this time. However, when the tiro began bolting for the Vetr quarters, Calder was quick to step in his way, a firm hand on the boys rapidly heaving chest. Wild hazel eyes rose to the calm depth of his blue orbs and Calder spoke in the deep tenor of his unperturbed voice.
"And where are you headed, tiro?"
By addressing the boy's rank, he asserted his dominance. Not that he needed to, of course. Most already assumed he was a Vetr at first glance, and none doubted the aura of fierceness he exuded.
"T-The Vetr, s-sir! Urgent news!" The boy stuttered.
Calder rolled his eyes, sighing slightly. Probably just news of new recruits. They were due any time now, of course. "Speak your news, child. The Vetr are busy in council and have no time for your presence." His words were punctuated with a menacing glare, his eyes turning stormy.
Calder could not help the wicked grin that curled the corners of his lips and the malevolent presence in his eyes as the boy spoke; "T-there has been a Chorata s-siting, s-sir! Less t-than s-seventy-five k-klicks west of here!"
"Ah, I always knew listening to ignorant children might pay off some day. You've come to the right man, then. I will handle it. Take your rest, and report yourself the lead Iduneous aboard the ship."
As he spoke, Calder gathered his hair into his fist before quickly tying a leather band around it. Turning to face the railing of the boat, Calder let out a sharp, three tone whistle as he brought his riding goggles from their resting spot on his forehead to their proper position over his eyes. Then, without a second thought, he climbed the railing and leaped over the edge.
Before he could reach the raging waters, - and the hungry, leaping icthoids within - his beast was below him, his butt landing firmly in the proper postion: Right behind the drake's head, leaning slightly forward to create aerodynamics, knees on either side of the beast. Chuckling in a rumbling tone, Calder rubbed Sigrid behind her fluffy ears, the drake responding with a pleased growl.
"C'mon girl. Time to go kill a hungry birdy." Another growl from Sigrid.
With that, they shot off in the direction of the awaiting behemoth, expecting to find the single chorata relatively simple to kill.
However, what he didn't expect, was the three enormous chorata that he was racing toward.
"Well shit."
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 26, 2013 3:17:10 GMT
Freya emerged from the room, the harsh sunlight all but welcoming.
The council meeting had been more or less beneficial. It was nothing especially important - a minor discussion on the initiation of potential Drakonrhedi members. They had at least three in the past two weeks. Freya had paid little mind to their bickering, well aware that such an event was not her division. Such a thing was hosted by a more so experienced member of the Vetr council. Needless to say, she only had a year under her belt.
Her unconscious wandering was interrupted by a flustered Tiro.
"Ma'am! Ch-ch-ch-oratas! Three!" His arm extended to the west, finger pointed at a trio of distant smudges. Her face lit up.
"Yay!"
Confusion besieged his features. "Y... W-what?!"
She quickly removed the grin from her face. "Ah, gather a few Iduneus. Tell them that the Vetr require their immediate assistance."
Perhaps she shouldn't burden herself with the monsters' disposal, but she hadn't seen any action for weeks and was itching to get her fill. The Tiro nodded, the confusion still evident in his eyes as she quickly shifted forms. With one strong beat she was gliding across the ship, the Tiro pulling away to inform the members.
She dove towards the stables, retaining her human form within seconds as Dagr spilled from his pen. She slipped on his back, trident in hand, as they pushed into the crisp breeze.
They moved over the towering waves of the sea, their surroundings passing them in a blur. It took but a few minutes to reach their destination.
The two made no attempt to decrease their speed.
"Well shit."
"Heads up!" She called, speeding above the Pryfektus's head as she barreled towards the nearest beast. It took note of her arrival, letting loose a mad screech as it made a feeble advancement.
Throats. Throats are good.
Dagr bustled towards the maw of the beast. Without warning she launched herself off of his back, flipping quickly in the air to face her baffled opponent. She held her trident erect, her aim delicate in her plummet. Dagr had already begun his descent.
A flash a blue erupted from the weapon, an especially large shard of ice discharging from the tip. It lodged itself neatly in the Chorata's throat, nailing the massive artery in the process. She smiled.
Within a moment she had reclaimed her position on Dagr's back, ascending rapidly before the next attack.
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Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 26, 2013 4:06:13 GMT
Pulling free his dual katanas, Calder readied himself, steering Sigrid with his knees. The female drake was used to this sort of maneuvering, of course, and instantly understood that her rider wanted to duck below the beasts.
"Heads up!"
Glancing up for a moment, he witnessed the quick death of the first chorata by the hand of a small woman. White hair, small stature, dare devil leaps? No doubt this was the Vetr known as Freya. Calder only knew her because it was his duty, and because he had attended her induction along with all the other Pryfektus and Vetr. He had read her file once, and had found her use of tactics and strategy pleasing enough.
However, she was ruining his fun.
"These are my kills, Vetr!"
As he shouted to the woman, he guided Sigrid just below the belly of a Chorata. The hungry behemoth began to dive down, trying to rip it's razor beak across Sigrid's tail. This being exactly what Calder had both expected and wanted, he had been ready and already sprinting down the line of Sigrid's back. Leaping from Sigrid, he plowed in the Chorata at breakneck pace, pushing the creature of course.
Shrieking, it flapped wildly to regain structure as Calder crawled up it's back. While he could have used magic, he wouldn't dare in such a mundane situation. Chaos magic was terrifyingly unpredictable, and used only at times of extreme importance. So, instead, he used his katanas to gain leverage as he scaled the beast. It shrieked, spiraling to try and dislodge him, but Calder managed to maintain his hold just barely.
With a vicious roar, Calder leaped from the bird's back and slashed as a wing, creating a huge tear in it. Unable to properly catch wind, the creature began to fall into the water, flailing wildly as it attempted to stay alive. However, it was futile as the creature soon plummeted in the deep, terrifying waters.
Sigrid was quick to snatch her rider from the air, her tail whipping around to guide him just above her till he was once again properly seated on her back.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 26, 2013 5:35:22 GMT
Freya clung to the neck of the drake, repositioning herself so that she could properly guide him through the battle. Not that he necessarily needed it; he'd been through the drill countless times.
"These are my kills, Vetr!"
She removed her gaze from the tapestry of clouds, glancing at the man as he successfully downed the second Chorata. He had impaired its flight pattern by tearing its wing - quick and efficient, no use getting your hands dirty when the mess can clean itself up.
He was definitely a Pryfektus. Calder, was it? She could recognize him from earlier years, likely part of her introductory class. He was one of the few who remained with the Drakonrhedi, which she had to appreciate. Lifespans weren't especially long in this brutal world. Most had come to a screeching halt, but there were the few survivors.
"Oh, are they?"
She smirked at him. She didn't expect him to catch it, but it was self-satisfying nevertheless.
"Come get it, then," She murmured under her breath. She wouldn't let this Pryfektus stand in her way from her own contentment, no sir.
Dagr pulled into a horizontal position once again. She quickly kicked his flanks, watching two large wings be strung over her head before they were thrust back. He propelled them forward, wings vacuumed to his side as the wind clawed at her skin. They dived towards the creature - milliseconds from impact.
His wings opened abruptly. The air caught them mercilessly, slowing their speed tenfold as they slid under the behemoth's underside. She quietly calculated their speed, lunging upwards at the precise moment while the wind continued to rope Dagr away.
Her trident slid up into the creature's ribcage, plowing through the flesh almost effortlessly and wedging itself between its massive bones. It brought fourth a violent tug on her part, the sharp halt of speed nearly causing her to loose her gripping.
The act, however, hardly drew any response from the predator, nothing of which was even affiliated with pain. It seemed minorly confused at best.
Perfect.
She tightened her grip, shutting her eyes as she ushered frost into the beast's body. She rarely attempted such iffy feats; she typically took out these monsters in a relatively effortless manner, but today seemed like some form of an exception.
Her smile broadened as its vital organs laced themselves with a thick layer of ice. The Chorata took note of the effects in its body, flapping madly as it shook the girl from its cavity.
Dagr awaited her descent. He caught her swiftly, rolling around the flailing behemoth to appreciate the view.
A few more minutes and it would be resting at the bottom of the sea. Still, it could probably use a good shove.
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Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 26, 2013 18:55:11 GMT
"Oh, are they?"
He could not help the unfeeling brow that rose at her. While he was perfectly fine with having others be of a higher position, he was not used to being treated in anything but a submissive manner. The way she spoke now, it was almost a challenge. As if they were playing a game for which there were no stakes. Honestly? Despite losing the joy of a kill, he couldn't help but admire that.
He watched as she took down the third and final Chorata, katanas at the ready should she need backup. She had stabbed the beast cleanly, but with what appeared to be a magical imbuement as well. A bit flashy for Calder's tastes, but all together effective.
Sheathing his katanas, he began to guide Sigrid in the direction of Freya and the falling Chorata, grinning in a viciously wicked way. She wanted to have fun, to play a game? He would make the thrill seeker's wish come true, then. At a nudge with his toe, Sigrid's tail slamed down on the chorata, missing Freya by mere inches. The savage display of Sigrid's strength caused the Chorata to begin plummeting at a faster rate, unable to fly now that several of the bones in it's back had been broken.
Seeing as Calder was oh so very kind and merciful, he ensured that Freya would be able to make it back to her Drake before hitting the water by causing Sigrid to sweep the woman off the giant bird and up so that she was free falling next to Calder -- only for a moment, of course, as he yanked her quickly onto Sigrid, just behind him.
"And why are you here, Vetr? I had no wish for you to ruin all my fun."
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 26, 2013 19:46:59 GMT
Freya winced slightly as the drake's massive tail came down on the struggling Chorata. It was just beyond reach, stretching but a few inches nigh her face. Her footing began to slip as the beast plunged to the depths below. Before Dagr could retrieve her, however, the Pryfektus swung her away from the scene. She fell through the air at a much higher altitude, only to be heaved onto the back of a foreign snow drake.
"And why are you here, Vetr? I had no wish for you to ruin all my fun."
"Well, I could say that same to you, Pryfektus!" She was mildly surprised that the man knew of her ranking; most had to assume, and her childish features never got her far.
"And how do you know me, exactly? I don't believe we've met before."
Not officially, anyways.
She peeked over the edge of the massive drake, watching her own slide into view from below. She glanced at the man before trundling off, landing neatly on the familiar grey back of Dagr. She gave him a reassuring pat before adjusting her gaze, staring off at the horizon. It was now evident that the Chorata had friends.
"Oh! Look! The family's here!" She gesturing towards the advancing smudges in the distance, growing larger by the second.
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Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 27, 2013 4:20:39 GMT
"And how do you know me, exactly? I don't believe we've met before."
"I was in your recruitment class. Remember, the fifteen year who snuck in to kick the ass of the many ignorant morons in our class? That's me. I am a pryfektus as well and I was at your introductory ceremony for the Vetr council." He was almost hurt she hadn't remembered him; that he hadn't made an impression. Almost.
He wasn't shocked when the woman leaped from Sigrid to her own drake waiting below. No sensible Drakonrhedi enjoyed riding unfamiliar drakes for any length of time. They never felt right. Perhaps is was the physiology of the beast, or perhaps the bond that rider and mount formed. There was no way to really know.
"Oh! Look! The family's here!"
Calder's stormy blue eyes followed the direction of her hand, grinning evilly at the birds who were coming rapidly into view. Shaking his arms in a extremely precise manor, Calder released two strangely shaped weapons from their hold on his forearm so that they would slide in his palms, his hands automatically tightening on the hilts.
They were made for throwing, and specifically designed to take down flying enemies. Whether that be rogue Drakonrhedi and their wicked drakes, or a Chorata was up to the user.
The blades were curved in a similar fashion to a fishing hook, with serrated edges reminiscent of a knife used to cut meat. They were fantastic if one knew how to truly use them.
And boy, did Calder know how to use these precious weapons.
Urging Sigrid forward at a more rapid pace, Calder was quick to catch up to the family of five Chorata. They all squaked excitedly, one diving to take a shot at Sigrid. Swearing, Calder barely managed to guide the beast in a brisk diagonal movement.
Deciding that this one would be the first to go, Calder adjusted his seating on Sigrid so he was now positioned backwards, facing away from her head. With a steady hand and calculating eyes, Calder threw a single hook at the first Chorata with the three things he was known for in battle: speed, aim and efficiency.
The hook burried itself within the creates neck, shredding the arteries within and causing the behemoth to flail wildly and shriek before going limp and silent, plummeting to it's graveyard.
The icthoids were sure to have a feast. | "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | |  |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 27, 2013 6:23:34 GMT
"I was in your recruitment class. Remember, the fifteen year who snuck in to kick the ass of the many ignorant morons in our class? That's me. I am a pryfektus as well and I was at your introductory ceremony for the Vetr council."
Her assumptions were deemed true as he spoke. "Ah, I thought you seemed somewhat familiar," She said with a slight stroke of her chin. She could recollect him from their previous years; significantly better in combat than the rest of their peers, he was extremely secretive and temperamental. She was less keen on establishing a friendship with him, considering he scared her half to death. "Long time no see."
She watched as the Pryfektus withdrew what appeared to be two sword-esque weapons, thrusting one towards the beast and severing its artery. Blood pooled into the water below, mist springing up and gently pecking her on the face at its plunge.
I suppose it's my turn.
Freya pushed forward shortly after the Chorata's death. Keeping in mind that she should conserve her energy, she surpassed the massive bird. They whipped themselves around in an instant, advancing onto its nape just before it could fully comprehend the events. It pivoted its head slowly, but by then it was too late. Freya had already perched herself on the monster's head, stuffing her trident into its brain.
Frost laced her fingers as she twisted it ruthlessly, yanking it our of the dimming Chorata through much effort. It made little fuss, succumbing to its fate in an instant as it crashed beneath the waves.
Dagr had, of course, swiped her beforehand.
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Calder Raoul
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"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 27, 2013 17:22:37 GMT
Calder could feel the apprehensiveness rolling off of her in waves. Not that it bothered him, of course. He was used to others not particularly favoring him, which was less due to his oh-so-very-charming personality, and more due to the fact that he was wielder of the much raved about chaos magic. It really wasn't that great. He couldn't even use it without nearly killing himself, or at the very least, exhausting himself.
He watched as she took down the second Chorata with ease, once again nearly treating this as a game or sport of some kind. Then again, wasn't hunting considered sport in the villages of the surface?
However, whilst she had been recklessly jumping from her drake and killing the behemoth, she had failed to notice the Chorata who had risen above her, ready to strike should the opportunity present itself.
It appeared that her drake catching her free-falling body was aforementioned opportunity, as the behemoth began to dive, heading straight toward her smaller-than-average snow drake.
"Above you! Diagonal left and down!" He prayed she would realise the latter half of that was directions on where to move.
With those hopes in mind, he urged Sigrid dirictly above the diving behemoth before performing a true Freya-esque display of strategy:
Having re-sheathed the hook-like blade, Calder had pulled his katanas free. Now, he jumped from Sigrid, making sure his body was in the more aerodynamic form possible so he would move at rapid speed, finally coming near parallel with the object of his intent.
As he neared the literal belly of the beast, Calder roared viciously and slammed both katanas deep into it's stomach, using the momentum to carry him down. This created a beautiful rain storm of blood, intestines, stomach fluids, etc. You name something disgusting and/or vile from the body, it was there.
Yet again dive bombing - barely escaping the sudden downpour - he came near Freya's drake. With his own just a little to slow to make up the distance, he shouted out to Freya in hopes she just might not let him face the same fate as the Chorata they had slain so far.
"Mind if I hitch a ride, shorty?!" | "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | | |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 27, 2013 20:13:59 GMT
"Above you! Diagonal left and down!"
Freya peered over her shoulder at his outburst.
Just as she had anticipated, another Chorata suspended itself directly over them. Its massive wings casted a vast shadow along the rippling waters, maw agape as it neared the Vetr.
She took the Pryfektus's words to heart, quickly dipping to the left as they barreled downwards, narrowly dodging the sharp clamp of the beast's jaws.
A malicious roar emitted from Calder as he swung beneath the behemoth. He was devoid of any drake, hurtling towards it with gritted teeth and perhaps some newfound inspiration. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her body rotating to view the scene.
His blades ripped across the Chorata's underside, a surfeit of grotesque fluids spilling into the blood-stained waters below. Intestines bubbled at the surface, just before the monster met its fate at the waves.
"Mind if I hitch a ride, shorty?!"
He seemed to be continuously falling, causing her to kick Dagr back into gear. He was perhaps a few moments from swimming with his prey.
They plunged towards the surface of the water, rolling into a horizontal position as they zipped beneath the man. A noticeable bump in their flight pattern let them know that he was successfully captured.
She quickly turned around, her assumptions being proved true.
"You're quite welcome," She said, no longer feeling the need to shout.
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Calder Raoul
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 28, 2013 3:17:07 GMT
"You're quite welcome."
Raising a single brow, Calder spoke low and coyly. "I suppose this is when you expect me to thank you?" He seemed to ponder it for a moment. "No, I don't think I will, just to frustrate you. Or, more accurately perhaps, amuse you."
With that he grinned cheekily and saluted before just slipping to the side. The thump she most likely heard was the chaotic young man landing on his drake and metaphorically kicking her into gear.
This time, his tactic would be to go from the top while the behemoths were distracted by the smaller, easier prey. The, of course, meaning Freya and her drake. However, as he had said before, he had read her file, which had in cased a bit about her drake as well. He was the fastest of his litter, and could easily out maneuver these clumsy beasts.
As he flew up the remaining two Chorata, he one again held the hook blade in his hand. And once again, he would claim Freya's moves as her own as he dove from Sigrid.
It seemed this was a day when he would stress the overprotective drake to no end.
With yet another roar filled with the rage that comes with being despised by everyone around you, Calder slammed the blades of his katana into the shoulders of the beast. In a dire move, Calder began to twist the blades in a way that allowed him to manipulate the behemoth's flight pattern.
There was only one acceptable route to take at that point: Crash one dying Chorata into one that would soon share the same fate. As he did so, he threw the hook blade in a wild toss, managing to land it just above the bird's razor sharp beak.
Then, he was falling, falling, falling. Plummeting to his death in the great graveyard below.
He hadn't even kissed a girl yet, damn it!
| "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | Tags: Freya ForsdottirInspiration: Notes: CALDER IS A POOR BOY WHO HAS NEVER GOTTEN ANY ACTION EVER | |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 28, 2013 4:20:09 GMT
"I suppose this is when you expect me to thank you? No, I don't think I will, just to frustrate you. Or, more accurately perhaps, amuse you."
Well, of all the responses she had been expecting, that certainly wasn't one of them.
What had she been expecting, anyways? Perhaps a drawn-out silence, or a minuscule "thanks" lingering under his breath. Still, the reply triggered a small grin.
She opened her mouth to counter Calder, but was cut short by a noticeable thump from below. She glanced behind her shoulder to see the lack of a large, insufferable man.
Dagr seemed to be pleased with the sudden relief, accelerating his speed as they climbed back into the sky.
She watched as the man approached the final Chorata, lunging from his drake (apparently having taken a liking to her hobby) and digging his blades into its shoulders. She felt as though he didn't need her aid, judging by its already impaired flight and rapid plummet. Any second now he'd be absconding from the scene and boasting himself to death.
Jee, he was really cutting the time. Wanted to make an impression, eh? Well, he had her attention thus far.
Still no hasty escape. He was really milking this for all it was worth.
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Okay, something's up.
Dagr moved forward in a sudden burst of speed. He swiftly skimmed the surface of the water, pushing upwards in a few grand flaps. The behemoth was coming down like a comet; within a moment its beak had torn through the waves.
The two reached the behemoth in the blink of an eye, rolling over its impaled shoulders as Freya outstretched her arm. Her fingers tightened around the man's collar, jerking him away in one vague blur.
The drake decreased his speed significantly as she struggled to pull his body onto Dagr's ashen back. Her first instinct was to check his pulse... yes, good, still working. She prodded gently at his face, conjuring a small amount of water from the air and dropping it directly on him
"Ah, that's two rescues and zero thank you's," She said, mildly satisfied with her unintentional rhyme.
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 29, 2013 2:15:37 GMT
"Ah, that's two rescues and zero thank you's," "Ah, but one was repayment for when I saved your life, shorty. Though I do suppose I owe you for the second. How do propose I say thank you? Surely a simple verbatim 'thank you' would not be sufficient." Nearing the end, one would not be able to differentiate between whether he was joking or being completely serious. Then, with great care and balance, he stood up on the back of Freya's drake, before bowing gallantly and choosing to show off once again, this time by doing a full back flip off her drake, his finally having flown just below them. Raising Sigrid to fly parallel with Freya and her nameless drake, he threw her a bored look. "We should get bag to Drakonborg and you should write up a report while I entertain myself by sitting with you while you do so. And possibly sneak some of the good food from the captain's quarters, because only Odin can see the good properties of the mess hall food." As he spoke, five iduneus had finally arrived to the seen, looking rather frightened, with weapons ready. Pissed, Calder practically growled at them. "I take it you were ordered to come here? Well, that might have been nice a fucking hour ago! However, you ignorant, moronic, disabled fools had to move like sloths because you're afraid. You should be ashamed to be among the Drakonrhedi, you axwounds!" [axwounds definition]Several began to stutter and he silenced them with a lethal glare. "Get your asses back to the ship. I don't want to see your faces again today." | "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | | |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 29, 2013 4:02:43 GMT
"Ah, but one was repayment for when I saved your life, shorty. Though I do suppose I owe you for the second. How do propose I say thank you? Surely a simple verbatim 'thank you' would not be sufficient."
She shook her head, doing everything in her power to refrain from chuckling. "Actually, you'd be quite surprised to see how far a mere 'thank you' can go. Might not suffice for others, but it'll certainly work on me."
Before the man could respond, however, he allowed his ego to take the reins once again. She peeked over her shoulder to witness his exaggerated bow, followed by one exemplary backflip onto his hopefully attendant drake below. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"We should get bag to Drakonborg and you should write up a report while I entertain myself by sitting with you while you do so. And possibly sneak some of the good food from the captain's quarters, because only Odin can see the good properties of the mess hall food."
She pondered his inquiry for a moment. "You know, I can't seem to come up with any objections to that," She said, glancing at the man with her ever-present smile.
The two stopped at the appearance of several Iduneus. Calder was the first to speak.
"I take it you were ordered to come here? Well, that might have been nice a fucking hour ago! However, you ignorant, moronic, disabled fools had to move like sloths because you're afraid. You should be ashamed to be among the Drakonrhedi, you axwounds!"
A gasp erupted from Freya's mouth. She shot him a poisonous glare as he continued.
"Get your asses back to the ship. I don't want to see your faces again today."
However afraid the Iduneus were, their fear escalated at least tenfold. She rose her hand as though to cut Calder short.
"What he means to say is that your assistance is no longer required! We appreciate your help, but we have it controlled for now." She sent Calder another thorough stare before continuing. "Still, you may want to make haste the next time we are in need of aid. I know it's a little frightening, but your contribution will be greatly appreciated."
She could practically smell the confusion emanating from the poor souls. She allowed a few moments of silence - yes, good, let the confusion seep into ever crack and crevice.
"Anyways, let's get back to the ship! We don't want to run into any more behemoths out here."
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Notes: I FEEL LIKE THIS WHOLE SCENE IS JUST GOING TO BE THEIR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP. HE SAYS SOMETHING MEAN TO SOMEONE AND SHE DESPERATELY TRIES TO CORRECT HIM.
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Calder Raoul
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"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Dec 29, 2013 4:42:56 GMT
"You know, I can't seem to come up with any objections to that,"
"And if you had, I would've have looked at you with eyes so sad you would've raced to rectify the mistake of objection." His eyes twinkled with mischief.
After he had chewed out the Iduneus, and Freya had gone and ruined all his good lecturing, the soldiers dashed off, quick to seek sanctuary. He looked to Freya angrily, though his threatening gaze quickly softened into an unhappy pout.
"No, I certainly meant what I had said. Every last word of it."
Leisurely, he guided Sigrid back to the ship, moving so he was just out of conversation distance of Freya. With anyone else, he would have screamed and raged at them with the chaotic rage that would strike fear into their hearts.
With Freya he could only muster enough anger to act like an unhappy teenage girl.
As they arrived back at the boat, Sigrid lowered herself enough that Calder could leap off, having gotten there in just enough time to see the iduneus scurrying away and yell to them, "That's fucking right! Run back to your rooms, children!"
Calder grumbled and spun to see a Tiro, pointing at her menacingly. "You! Retrieve two large cups of green tea and some of the tomato-basil-fish-soupy shit that the officers had last night! TWO OF THEM."
The Tiro was frozen, absolutely terrified - or stunned from the fact the admittedly attractive older male was talking to her. Others glanced at her in pity as the aforementioned male barked out at her, "DID I FUCKING STUTTER? MOVE!"
Apparently the Iduneus had put him in a bad mood.
| "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." |
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Notes: Sorry its not great. I just wanted calder to be more ass-like Cause I think it's important to show his weakness of being super rude so that he doesn't look like a gary-sue.
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