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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 11, 2014 20:04:46 GMT
Sitting alone at an empty, abandoned table half shrouded in darkness, Shepherd pondered the events that lead him here. The day started off surprisingly quiet for the young man which lead him to be overly suspicious of it. It wasn't as though he couldn't appreciate a nice morning, he just knew from experience that it would end rocky. The too peaceful morning lead into a restless Shepherd, causing him to venture non-stop through the streets. He knew what to look for - sounds of distress, a cry for help, etc.. - and he knew why he was looking for trouble. He was paranoid, simply put. Paranoid of the calm atmosphere which would usually lead to a storm.
As to why he is currently drinking ale alone in the inn, trouble was found. A low-tier criminal was beating up and, most likely, stealing from a defenseless teenager. Shepherd, predictably, apprehended the criminal, dropped the teen in the care of a good doctor, and threw the criminal in jail. Why did this event cause him to be sour enough to drink? It wasn't that he wasn't happy to save someone and deliver a good left hook to the face of an asshole, no. It was the paperwork he had to do about it afterwards! As much as he loves to defend the innocent civilians, he hates the fact that he has to record the damn events in the first place! Hence, his drinking.
Shepherd isn't what most would call a 'friendly face'. He looks more like he belongs in a gang or with the criminals he apprehends. He doesn't care what he looks like, his scars are only the result of jumping half hazard in front of a knife or any other weapon. The shadows don't really help me out here. He thinks idly, glancing towards some more obvious drunks across the room. They look at him like he's trouble or as if he could be the perfect guy to cause it. Let them think that! Shepherd thinks angrily, taking another gulp of his ale. I don't give a shit!
"Damn paperwork..." He mumbles, glaring at the table as if its the one to blame.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see someone walking closer to his secluded table. He decides to ignore the person, hoping that they would go away. Most likely they wanted to start something with him, they always do. Secretly, he wonders if maybe this person, whomever they are, actually wanted to talk to him for a change. I ain't going to hold my breath. He thinks, gulping down more ale. His head is beginning to swim slightly as he drinks. He sets his drink down, closes his eyes, and rubs his left temple, trying to stop the simple swimming of his mind. |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 11, 2014 22:14:24 GMT
A seemingly oblivious owl fluttered through the vacating alleys of Midgradborg, drops of rain staining the previously dry asphalt below. People quickly filtered into nearby taverns and buildings, seeking shelter from the oncoming storm. The foreboding clouds hung heavy above their heads. An omen, here to seal their fates.
The storm would pass, of course. The Vetr was in no hurry. She glided peacefully over the bustling crowd, the meager droplets not hindering her flight pattern in the slightest. Sure, she might have to seek shelter eventually, but she was living in the present. She actually quite enjoyed the rain! It may have been a byproduct of her Blue Star attunement, but the crisp water actually felt very nice on her feathers.
... Of course, all good things had to come to an end. The previous delight had morphed into some form of struggle, the expanding droplets beginning to weigh her into an alley. She scanned the area for any onlookers and, once reassured, swapped into her human body.
Ugh. What a waste. She was still miles from the barracks - the meeting point that she had agreed upon with the Hrafnung guards. It wasn't a major deal, but it would seem unprofessional to arrive late.
Of course, they might understand with this storm...
Oh, why not. Knowing them, they would've already cancelled the meeting by now. Shelter seemed like more of a priority at this point. Not that she didn't enjoy the rain, but her body probably couldn't handle any more pneumonia.
Freya rounded from the alleyway, slipping into the nearest structure.
One look and she knew it was a mistake.
Suspicious characters of all sorts had positioned themselves at each end of the bar, a number of them glancing at the innocent facade that had just entered the inn. Lucky for her, all of the tables appeared to be occupied.
She bit her lip at the scene, her eyes resting on a particularly irritated individual. Not that he looked any better, but... he almost seemed familiar? To some extent, at least. He may be a better refuge than any of the other drunks around her.
She strode forward, mildly wary as she picked up his featured. It was... ah, yes! She had seen him around the Drakonborg a few times. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth, proceeding to approach the man.
"Lawlesson, was it?"
She stood beside the table, her gaze locked. "Odd to see you out in this weather." She paused. "I'm Freya, by the way."
Tags: Shepherd Lawlesson
Inspiration: pandora kinda
Notes: here comes lil vetr freya
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 11, 2014 22:45:24 GMT
"Lawlesson, was it?"
Shepherd heard the feminine voice ask. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. She definitely didn't look like she belonged in a shady place like this. However, he did recognize her from...somewhere. Apparently she had spent a while outside in the rain, her hair was wet as was the rest of her.
"Odd to see you out in this weather." The young woman paused. "I'm Freya, by the way."
Noticing that she was still just standing beside his table, he gestured towards the empty seats.
"Take your pick and sit down, Miss Freya. And just call me Shepherd." He said, glancing over at the other patrons. He noticed some of them looking over at the strange pair and he glared at them slightly, noting that they looked like trouble.
He waved over a waiter to refill his glass and asked for a towel for the young lady. The waiter nodded, took the glass, then left. Shepherd's head was still swimming lightly as Miss Freya took a seat.
" 'S not that odd, especially since the weather has always been weird." He grumbled, trying to stop his mind from being a fish.
He did find some relief that she was the one whom was walking over towards him before and not some moron that wanted trouble. Granted, the latter could still happen but at least he could have a clearer head when it did. He did remember seeing Freya on the Drakonborg and she never really seemed like one to be a part of the Drakonrhedi. But he knew very well that looks can be deceiving and chose not to comment on it. She was a nice person, from what he overheard. And there was also something about her being an 'sky eye' or something along those lines.
The weather she commented on actually started up a little bit before he arrived at this 'fine' establishment. Shepherd was lucky not to get caught up in it as he didn't appreciate getting wet and he wasn't actually planning on leaving until it cleared up. Noting what she said before, he had to wonder what she was doing out. He figured that she was only in this place because of the weather and it was the closest means of shelter she could get. Otherwise, what would she be doing here?
"A real question would be is why are you out?" He asked, looking at her not so dry appearance.
At that moment, the waiter came back over with a towel that he gave to Freya and a refilled mug of ale for Shepherd. He nodded at the guy and took a sip from his drink. I'm not exactly helping myself get sober. He thought as he drank. Eh, whatever. |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 11, 2014 23:37:43 GMT
"Take your pick and sit down, Miss Freya. And just call me Shepherd."
Freya let off a warm smile in the otherwise cold environment. "Alright, Shepherd. Thank you!" She took the offered seat, wringing out her waterlogged braid. A few curious eyes remained hot on her back, but the Vetr ultimately decided to ignore them. After all, confronting them would only cause more of a disturbance.
" 'S not that odd, especially since the weather has always been weird."
"Hmm... Good point," She said. "The only thing weirder than the weather might be the rampaging behemoths on the surface. But it's certainly a close second."
There was small streak of silence, and Freya took opportunity to examine the man. He was certainly beaten up... the scars riddling his face could suggest that he had been through a number of rough patches in his life. She was quite curious about them, but she didn't have the audacity to ask him about them. Mind you, she was well-versed in her manners.
"A real question would be is why are you out?"
"A good question! It deserves a good answer, but I'm afraid it isn't that exciting." She glanced around, minding her voice as she spoke. "It's just some official Drakonrhedi business. Nothing especially big - I have no doubt that it will be postponed."
A sharp noise diverted her attention, her head pivoting to view a shattered mug and an angry drunk. Nothing out of the ordinary. It could escalate into a bar fight, but it seemed to be a mere accident. For now, at least.
Her attention was turned towards the waiter, who had refilled the man's drink and offered her a towel. "Oh! Thank you," She said, her tone only adding on to her apparent innocence. "Do you think I could get a glass of water? With ice. Please? Thank you." A slightly odd request, but she did have a liking for the cold.
She dried herself with the towel before looking back at Shepherd.
"So. You're an Idunues, correct? "
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Inspiration: idk man
Notes: pft i had no clue what to do for her question
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 12, 2014 0:19:13 GMT
Shepherd noticed her examining him so he did the same. She was actually quiet beautiful with soft features. He figured that he must look very harsh in her eyes. True, he has been in multiple fights and battles and some have left there marks more plain than others so he wouldn't be surprised if he appears that way to her.
"Hmm... Good point. The only thing weirder than the weather might be the rampaging behemoths on the surface. But it's certainly a close second."
His lips twitched upward slightly at her words and set his mug down next to him.
"That's very true." He responded, looking around the area. The rain hadn't let up yet and it may be a while until it did.
"A good question! It deserves a good answer, but I'm afraid it isn't that exciting. t's just some official Drakonrhedi business. Nothing especially big - I have no doubt that it will be postponed."
Shepherd nodded slightly in understanding. If it was urgent, she wouldn't have stopped for shelter, or at least, he wouldn't have. He heard the noise of some angry drunk cause a scene at the bar. He sighed and resisted the urge to role his good eye at the behavior. The last thing he needed right now was a bar fight to happen. I don't feel like dealing with that kind of shit. He thought, taking a quick sip of his ale.
When Freya ordered a glass of water with ice, Shepherd had to raise and eyebrow at that.
"Ya sure you don't want something warm to drink?" He asked her, slightly puzzled. "You just got out of the cold, after all."
"So. You're an Idunues correct?"
"Yep. Of the Vanguard division. I guess it figures, right? I'm not exactly the diplomatic type. And I can't spy for shit." He answered, smirking a little towards her.
Two drunks started arguing with each other over some nonsense. They seemed to be causing a stir in the middle of the inn. A waiter, one that looked as intimidating as a puppy, tried to ask them to settle down. The two ignored him and proceeded to get even further out of hand. Aw, shit. Shepherd thought, standing up to take care of them.
"I'll be back." He muttered towards Freya, walking towards the pair.
With a heavy scowl on his face he yanked both of them by the collars of their shirts and said with a slight growl, "If you two don't chill the fuck down, I'll throw y'all out into the rain to make you!"
That having been said, he threw the two of them into opposite directions and proceeded to sit down in his seat, muttering about 'idiots who can't hold their liquor.' He took his mug in his hand and took a gulp, sighing afterwards.
"Sorry about that." He said, looking at Freya.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 12, 2014 1:20:52 GMT
"That's very true."
Freya chuckled. The man appeared to have been examining her in return - it was fair, after all. She assumed that he found her to be mildly frail, but that was just an assumption that everyone had to overcome. Besides, its not like they were entirely incorrect. Her small stature did not resemble any physical strength in the least.
"Ya sure you don't want something warm to drink? You just got out of the cold, after all."
She shrugged, placing the damp towel in her lap. "No, I'm fine. Besides, I like the cold. To some extent, anyways." Again, it was likely a result of her magical properties, but she could care less.
Her suspicion was deemed correct as he answered. "Yep. Of the Vanguard division. I guess it figures, right? I'm not exactly the diplomatic type. And I can't spy for shit."
Freya snickered at his response, returning his smirk with a smile. "Regardless, the Vanguard is still an important position. We certainly couldn't function without it." She paused. "As for myself, I'm part of the Seekers. I'm kind of a... speed demon, if you will."
In fact, was an oddity that she hadn't brought Dagr to Midgardborg with her. She typically brought him wherever she went, but he seemed slightly fatigued by the patrol she had dragged him to. He certainly enjoyed flying just as much as his rider; however, even drakes deserved a break ever so often. As for her, she really didn't have an issue with kicking her animal form into its rusty gears.
"I'll be back."
Freya watched as Shepherd abandoned his chair, moving to confront the rowdy drunks in the corner.
"If you two don't chill the fuck down, I'll throw y'all out into the rain to make you!"
He's certainly strong spirited. It was almost admirable - most people didn't concern themselves with intoxicated idiots. He came back to sit down, muttering to himself.
"Sorry about that."
"Oh, it's no problem. They probably would've hurt someone if you didn't interfere."
Had she gone up there, it probably would've been a different story. Not many people will instantly respect a person such as herself. Not by mere looks, anyways. Besides, magic was her expertise. She couldn't even consider fighting them without magical aid, and that could compromise the entire existence of such magic.
This was why she didn't frequent the bars.
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 12, 2014 1:59:45 GMT
"Oh, it's no problem. They probably would've hurt someone if you didn't interfere."
"Either that or themselves." He said, rolling his eye.
He was actually enjoying this conversation with Freya and was glad he hadn't scared her off yet. It had been a while since he last had a decent conversation with someone and was happy for the simplicity of it. Most people just inform him of what he needs to do that day, pick a fight with him, or he picks a fight with them. Having a normal conversation with another person certainly wasn't on his things to do daily list. It was a rare thing to happen and he didn't like to pass the opportunity up.
"A Seeker, huh? That would've been my guess. No offense, but it doesn't look like you'd be fit for battle." He said a little bluntly.
And she didn't. Freya looked like someone he would be placed in charge of guarding so their not hurt. Being mistaken for a bodyguard was a common occurrence when he was out of uniform so people would ask him if he could offer his services. He'd agree but refuse the money, saying that while he wasn't a bodyguard, he will protect them. That instinct comes to him as easy as breathing, thanks to his father.
His ears were alerted to the fact that the rain was lessening up outside and would stop in maybe a few minutes time. He was glad, too. While he is happy to be holding this conversation with Freya, he would also like to head home. Shepherd remembers something about helping newcomers get acquainted with taking care of their Drakes. Maybe I'll just stay a while longer. He thought. His head had slowing stopped spinning for a while but he knew that it would start up again later or something.
"The rain's letting up." He said idly. "Good thing, too."
He glanced down at his left hand, the one that bore another one of his scars. It was his most recent one and itched from time to time. Now was one of those times. He scratched at it almost as an after-thought, having already gotten used to itchy scars, especially by now. He frowned for a second, looking out a nearby window. Yep. Definitively lessening.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 12, 2014 2:39:30 GMT
"Either that or themselves."
"True," Freya said. The waiter returned with her water, apologizing for the delay. Apparently the fight had distracted him, and he nearly forgot about her request.
"It's fine. Thank you," She said, grasping the wet glass. She tipped her head back, allowing the crisp liquid to flow down her throat. She set her water down with a satisfied sigh. Say what you will, but there was simply nothing more refreshing than a cold glass of water.
"A Seeker, huh? That would've been my guess. No offense, but it doesn't look like you'd be fit for battle."
She chuckled slightly. "No, I suppose I don't get into the frey all that often. They typically don't call me in unless it's serious." She shrugged, lowering her voice slightly as she spoke. "My fighting style consists of magic, mostly. Gotta conserve my energy for it, y'know?"
That wasn't entirely true. Not the conservation part, that is. There had been multiple times when she went out alone for the sheer purpose of exercising her skills. Most people wouldn't recommend such a feat, but there really wasn't anyone to stop her from doing it. Besides, she was discrete about it. Not many people recognized her position. Or cared, for that matter.
"The rain's letting up. Good thing, too."
Freya glanced outside, the previously violent water droplets becoming progressively less of a nuisance. "Ah, that's a relief."
She wasn't relieved by this discovery in the slightest. For the third time, she enjoyed rain. She wasn't exactly looking forward to another tedious meeting. Besides, it felt nice to hold a simple conversation with someone. Not just asking people to do things, or tending to daft Vetr matters.
She noticed Shepherd idly scratch at his scarred hand. Perhaps this could serve a window of opportunity.
"How did you get that scar? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 12, 2014 3:19:15 GMT
"No, I suppose I don't get into the frey all that often. They typically don't call me in unless it's serious. My fighting style consists of magic, mostly. Gotta conserve my energy for it, y'know?"
Shepherd nodded in understanding. "I understand. I don't use magic all that often, but I get it. That's impressive, though." He smirked, actually impressed. He isn't good with magic and leaves that up to the people who are. He can shape-shift but that's about it.
He got a lot of grief from his peers when he was a Tiro because he didn't use magic like they did. They called him weak and insulted his honor. That would make him retort in the only way he knew how: showing them he wasn't as weak as they said. Hence the scar on his lip, which actually itched a lot when he first got it. Those events lead him to believe that most magic users were a bunch of stuck-up, cheating, superiority complexes who didn't deserve their ranks. That changed one day when he realized that magic was just like any other weapon: hard to get the hang of right off the bat and takes an expert to use efficiently.
Shepherd, in the back of his mind, saw that Freya seemed upset at the fact that the rain was ending. He figured that she was most likely a rain lover and simply didn't want the rain to end. And for a brief moment he wondered if she was as hesitant as he was to end their conversation. He mentally scoffed at that. He knew he wasn't the greatest conversationalist around and she still had that Drakonrhedi job to do after the rain was finished anyway.
"How did you get that scar? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
The question drew his gaze and mind from the window and back at her. Blinking once in slight surprise, since the scars were the first thing to come up in a conversation usually, he glanced at his scarred hand before looking at Freya again.
"No, I don't mind. People tend to ask about them first thing and I half wondered when you were going to." He smiled a little. "The story behind this one isn't as 'amazing' as the others but I don't mind recalling the tale." He leaned back in his seat, trying to remember the events that got him scar number four.
"It was a few weeks ago, maybe three or four, and I was patrolling around the streets of the marketplace. It was closing time and not many people were around. I remember hearing crying for help and I ran over. Two people were there - the attacker and his victim. I punched the attacker out of the way of the victim and yelled at her to run. The guy was fast, fast enough to cause me a problem and cut deep into my hand with his knife. I disarmed him, took him into custody, and was forced to go to the doctor. Again." Shepherd got a look on his face that said he was rather annoyed at being forced to see a doctor.
"And that's why my hand itches. Any other questions?" He asked, getting rid of his annoyance towards doctors.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 12, 2014 5:43:04 GMT
"I understand. I don't use magic all that often, but I get it. That's impressive, though."
Freya smiled back at him. "It's not too impressive. Frankly, anyone who can kill a behemoth is impressive enough. I don't think the means that you kill it in factors in for much."
Honestly, it was a shame that she was so reliant on magic. She almost envied those who could do without it.
She really didn't enjoy coming to Midgardborg because of this. The crime rate was no secret - many gangs littered the streets and harassed any passerby they could get their hands on. A woman like her was an easy target. Fighting back with magic was extremely risky, given the general population's obliviousness.
God, behemoths were so much easier to handle than people.
"No, I don't mind. People tend to ask about them first thing and I half wondered when you were going to."
Freya sighed. "Some people can be pretty nosy. Personally, I don't believe in judging people based on appearances."
"The story behind this one isn't as 'amazing' as the others but I don't mind recalling the tale. It was a few weeks ago, maybe three or four, and I was patrolling around the streets of the marketplace. It was closing time and not many people were around. I remember hearing crying for help and I ran over. Two people were there - the attacker and his victim. I punched the attacker out of the way of the victim and yelled at her to run. The guy was fast, fast enough to cause me a problem and cut deep into my hand with his knife. I disarmed him, took him into custody, and was forced to go to the doctor. Again."
She inhaled. It was a lot to take in. Still, it only further proved his admirable trait.
"Humans are so strange," She mused. "The world is polluted by huge, bloodthirsty monsters, yet we still feel the need to fight each other."
"And that's why my hand itches. Any other questions?"
Freya shook her head. "No," She began "Not regarding your scars. But you do seem to have an... interesting fear of doctors." She observed this through his sneering attitude, of course. She couldn't blame him. Doctors were quite the hassle; with every sickness she acquired, she missed a decent portion of time. She could have used that time to be productive, of course, but that was "not recommended".
As if her body couldn't handle a little pneumonia every so often.
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 12, 2014 20:00:58 GMT
"Humans are so strange. The world is polluted by huge, bloodthirsty monsters, yet we still feel the need to fight each other."
Shepherd nodded in agreement. Humans were really...complex shall we say. They protect each other from themselves while fighting creatures that want them dead and gone. They harm themselves in many different ways and have trouble finding answers to problems that should be obvious. Shepherd tries not to delve too deep into trying to understand it, lest he gets philosophical and get a headache.
"No, not regarding your scars. But you do seem to have an... interesting fear of doctors."
Shepherd got seemingly a little embarrassed when Freya pointed that out. He scratched the back of his head.
"It isn't that I fear doctors, I just find going to them is time wasted. I could've been back on the job but fuck me! I've gotta sit down and wait for some PhD to tell me when I can stop wasting time!" He said, getting frustrated at the very thought of doctors and their stupid know-it-all ways. Personally he can patch u p his own wounds rather well on his own thank you very much! And the very idea of doing nothing while he could be outside the damn office doing something! It gets him furious!
He doesn't know exactly when he first felt this way towards them but it stuck. Plus, it didn't help that half of the doctors he has been to don't exactly seem right in the head. Or at least, they did seem really, really weird. He didn't care for people like that, doctor or not. It also adds to the fact that he hates doing nothing, especially on his shift. So, all in all, its safe to say he doesn't like doctors.
"It isn't as though I don't appreciate 'em, but they aren't my favorite kind of people." He said, holding back a sigh.
He turned his attention back to the window, noticing that the rain was now down to soft droplets down the window and a gentle sprinkle pitter-pattering on the ground. I guess it's nearly time to head back. He thought, frowning at the sprinkle of water. He was still halved in being able to go back to his messy but humble home and continuing this conversation with an honest to god decent person who wasn't rude. But since they were both part of the Drakonrhedi, they will meet again sometime. If he didn't get himself killed before then.
"So, what kind of magic do you do? My knowledge is actually pretty limited, considering I don't use it much." He asked, curious about her magic style. He's seen a lot of magic varying in types and how they are used. Freya is obviously not disturbed by the cold or rainy weather and maybe that has something to do with her magic. Or at least, that's what he assumes. |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 13, 2014 3:40:45 GMT
"It isn't that I fear doctors, I just find going to them is time wasted. I could've been back on the job but fuck me! I've gotta sit down and wait for some PhD to tell me when I can stop wasting time!"
Freya scoffed, the agreement seething within her. "I know exactly what you mean." Her brows tensed slightly as she took a sip of her water. "Don't get me wrong, doctors are great. We obviously need them - especially in this era. But... a little sickness can have you bedridden for weeks, even if you feel just fine! They just milk it for all it's worth."
Her finger traced the evaporated water on the side of her glass. A small droplet had sped down the sign, which she quickly caught. "I mean, I know they only mean well. They're just trying to ensure your safety, after all! But if you're practically a regular in their department, then they should cut you just a little slack."
She was merely venting now. She typically kept her unappealing feelings suppressed, but she supposed that she couldn't keep everything bottled. Besides, he seemed to share a similar dislike.
"So, what kind of magic do you do? My knowledge is actually pretty limited, considering I don't use it much."
"I'm a Blue Star wielder, in case it wasn't too obvious." She smirked, toying with her water as she continued. "I'm personally more of a fan of ice, though. Ice is sharp. More offensive than water. Water is... just wet." As she spoke, the liquid within her glass began to crystallize. Frost laced the rim, the water solidifying.
Nobody was paying mind to her trick, of course. They were all too drunk to take note.
"What about you? You must be affiliated with some type of magic, even if you don't use it very often."
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 13, 2014 4:29:24 GMT
"I mean, I know they only mean well. They're just trying to ensure your safety, after all! But if you're practically a regular in their department, then they should cut you just a little slack."
Shepherd smiled, glad that someone else shared his opinion. Freya actually seemed to be venting. It was nice to see that someone that wasn't Shepherd felt the need to rant about something.
"You don't have to tell me that. I'm not exactly the rarest sight in a doctor's office." He said with a slight joking tone. This conversation had surely lighted his spirits. Maybe I should talk to people more. He thought. He discarded that thought. Most people weren't like Freya in the sense that they would willingly come up to him and chat.
"I'm a Blue Star wielder, in case it wasn't too obvious. I'm personally more of a fan of ice, though. Ice is sharp. More offensive than water. Water is... just wet."
Shepherd chuckled a little at her words. He was correct in assuming that her love for the rainy weather had something to do with her affiliated magic. Then again, it could just be a coincidence. A rather obvious and/or big one, but it might still be possible.
"I guess you're right. I wouldn't know though, so I'll take your word for it."
He noticed her freezing her drink solid and raised an eyebrow. Isn't a drink made for, y'know, drinking? But the ice did look pretty and reflected a little in the small amount of light that caught on the glass. He took a quick look around to see if anyone else noticed, but they weren't paying attention. Too drunk. He thought passively.
"What about you? You must be affiliated with some type of magic, even if you don't use it very often."
Shepherd looked from the frozen drink to Freya and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm with the Neutron Star. Dealing with heavy metals and the like." He said, remembering the few things he was told about his particular star.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 13, 2014 9:18:02 GMT
"You don't have to tell me that. I'm not exactly the rarest sight in a doctor's office."
Freya smiled. Those scars had their own stories, as well as their own hospitalization periods. Some were probably more severe than others, but still.
"Sorry for... complaining. I'm usually a little more level-headed."
It was strange. She had never had an actual conversation with this man, yet she felt inclined to rant to him about the quite nice doctors that only wanted to help their poor causes. Maybe I'm losing my touch.
She'd better get back on her horse, or she'd find herself drinking in this bar again.
"I guess you're right. I wouldn't know though, so I'll take your word for it."
She chuckled. He was certainly cute. Well, his appearance may not fit the description of such a degrading phrase, but she got the feeling that that was more or less of a facade. He was probably a different person beneath all those scars. Then again, most people had something a little different under their skin.
See, this was exactly why she didn't judge people based on their outward appearances!
"Yeah, I'm with the Neutron Star. Dealing with heavy metals and the like."
"Hmm... I could see it," Freya said, nodding.
"I guess it fits me, like yours fits you."
Freya shrugged. "I honestly couldn't imagine having any other form of magic. But that might just be because I use it so often"
She glanced outside, the rain having come to a close. Damn. It was only responsible for her to get up and bid the man farewell, but she could probably milk the "safety" excuse for just a bit longer. Besides, they liked her over there. Forgiveness would be easy.
Gah, that feels so dirty!
She shook the thought away, returning to their conversation. "So, do you have any family in the Drakonrhedi?"
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Notes: ayyyy sorry if it's bad im tired x)
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 13, 2014 19:53:05 GMT
"Sorry for... complaining. I'm usually a little more level-headed."
"Don't worry about it. Everyone has to rant sometime." Shepherd dismissed her apology. Heck, he was one to talk. He never felt the need to shy away from letting his personal opinions show. All this considered, he didn't believe them to be complaints. Just...very opinionated thoughts on a certain taxing subject.
"I honestly couldn't imagine having any other form of magic. But that might just be because I use it so often"
Shepherd nodded, knowing it was the same for him only with hand-to-hand combat and his shotgun. He began to wonder if he should actually learn more about his type of magic. Maybe I'll do that sometime else. He thought absently.
"You take what your given, I suppose." He commented.
He noticed that the rain had completely stopped at this time. He held back a disappointed sigh. He had hoped that the rain would last a few more minutes at the very least. I mean, s' not like I could just ask if she'd want to talk a little longer. He thought, scolding himself a little at his awkward social skills.
"So, do you have any family in the Drakonrhedi?"
The question made him blink in surprise. Apparently Freya did want their chat to continue onward. But this question wasn't one he was expecting.
"Uh, well, no. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled when I decided to join, either." He said, feeling a little out of his element. No one ever asked him about family before and he honestly didn't know how to respond properly.
"So, what about you?" He asks, curious.
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