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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 13, 2014 23:02:54 GMT
"Don't worry about it. Everyone has to rant sometime."
"I suppose they do," She said, still not entirely content with her outburst. Well... it was less of an outburst, but it was certainly an odd occurrence on her part. Ranting wasn't one of her specialties; she rarely had anything negative to say, and if she did she held her tongue.
"You take what your given, I suppose."
Freya smiled. "That you do."
It was hardly a surprise that she had received such magic. She was always a fan of winter - even in the despair that it brought. She almost thought it was beautiful. Not the despair factor, but the mere cold. Her liking for it only expanded with her newfound abilities.
"Uh, well, no. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled when I decided to join, either."
Shepherd seemed somewhat surprised by her inquiry. She got the sense that he wasn't much of a conversationalist.
"So, what about you?"
"I have a sister, although she's a bit of a troublemaker." Freya briefly wondered what her younger sibling was up to, but dismissed the idea as she continued. "I've tried to keep her on a leash, but I'm usually too busy to bother myself with her shenanigans."
"Our parents weren't thrilled about it, either. I think they were troubled enough when I decided to join, and then my sister followed my lead. Not that I mind it! I just worry about them."
Her parents weren't entirely stable. She tried to visit them as often as possible, relieving them of their fears by excluding all of the dangerous factors that her job entailed.
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 14, 2014 1:12:35 GMT
"I have a sister, although she's a bit of a troublemaker. I've tried to keep her on a leash, but I'm usually too busy to bother myself with her shenanigans."
"A troublemaker, huh?" Shepherd said, smirking. "In my experience, a leash just makes wild animals go crazy."
"Our parents weren't thrilled about it, either. I think they were troubled enough when I decided to join, and then my sister followed my lead. Not that I mind it! I just worry about them."
He nodded in agreement. His mom would explode if he waited too long to reply to her letters. One week he just didn't have time to reply and so she sent a follow up letter threating him to write back or she'll be over there in a millisecond to drag him back home. The letter looked like she was trying to destroy the paper with tiny tears in some of the words. Needless to say, he wrote back immediately. If he knew his mother, she'd make good on her words.
"Yeah, I know how that feels. If I don't write to my mom, she'll have a field day." Shepherd seemed to realize what he said and tried to back track. "What I mean is-uh...well, shit. Just ignore that, yeah?"
He looked back out the window, more clearly embarrassed about what he had just admitted. He had to look like an idiot now, his words that mismatch his looks. I cannot...I'm an idiot! He thought, beating himself over it. Not to get the wrong idea, he didn't feel shame in writing to his mother to reassure her that he was fine. He just didn't like the jokes he knew would come out of just mentioning his mom. It annoyed him to no end and while he knew that Freya probably wouldn't do that, he still felt embarrassed about it.
Shepherd didn't know why his mother still needed reassuring in the first place. It had been years and he still wasn't dead yet. Yet she still asked the same question at the start of any and all letters: Are you alright? He had hoped that she'd calm down during the years but that had yet to happen. |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 14, 2014 4:49:41 GMT
"A troublemaker, huh? In my experience, a leash just makes wild animals go crazy."
"You don't know just how right you are," Freya responded, her eyes rolling at the mere thought. The Vetr was quite conscious during the first year or so, but she slowly abandoned her tight grip on the girl. In fact, she hadn't had a genuine conversation with her for quite some time.
Perhaps she should change that soon? She didn't want to seem like a bad sister...
Oh well. She'd tend to her family matters at some other time.
"Yeah, I know how that feels. If I don't write to my mom, she'll have a field day."
Freya's brows raised in surprise; she wasn't expecting such a remark. She would have assumed that he kept little contact with his mother, like the majority of the Drakonrhedi did.
Then again, assumptions were bad. And most of the Drakonrhedi has deceased parents.
"What I mean is-uh...well, shit. Just ignore that, yeah?"
Freya chuckled. As if she would be the one to judge him.
"Psh, you're fine. I actually think it's pretty sweet that you still keep in contact with her." Hopefully that didn't serve to damage his masculinity. She had certainly seen it happened before, no matter how complimentary the comment was intended to be.
"Some people stop contacting their families all together. As much as I hate to admit it, 'dying' is practically in the job description."
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 14, 2014 21:57:27 GMT
"Psh, you're fine. I actually think it's pretty sweet that you still keep in contact with her."
Shepherd relaxed slightly and looked back at her. Being called sweet wasn't exactly encouraging his pride but it didn't damage it either. It was a lot better than what most people would've said. But...he was sweet? That certainly wasn't a word that anyone would've ever thought to call him. And, actually, he appreciated it. But don't expect him to say that out loud.
"Some people stop contacting their families all together. As much as I hate to admit it, 'dying' is practically in the job description."
And that was true. The people who signed on for this knew that they could easily be killed in the process. That's what Shepherd understood about it and why his mother was so against it.
"Yeah. I don't exactly help with my bad habits." He said, remembering why he got his scars in the first place. Well, all of them except for one. Shepherd glanced around the bar and noticed it was a little emptier than before. It also got quieter because of the amount of drunks have lessened, too.
"So, what made you join the Drakonrhedi?" He asked, looking back at Freya. She had said that her sister had followed her into the Drakonrhedi, so what caused her to join? Though he didn't really expect her to answer. For all he knew, it was personal. Who was he to ask? It wasn't like they even knew each other for a long time, they had just met. Well, officially anyway. His purpose for joining was very simple. Almost too simple. He wanted to protect others and that was it.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 16, 2014 6:31:35 GMT
"Yeah. I don't exactly help with my bad habits."
Freya supposed that he was right, but that didn't make his actions any less valiant. Midgardborg needed just as much help as the surface. While the threat on the surface may have been slightly more imminent, many people wave off the rampant crime throughout the city. The gangs were only growing... alongside her concern.
They certainly needed people like Shepherd out there. Freya was better off in the field. Besides, she'd much rather die in the maw of a behemoth rather than the hand of human.
"So, what made you join the Drakonrhedi?"
Freya gently tapped her fingers on the table, considering his question. It was certainly a valid one. Exactly why had she joined?
"I... just wanted to help people," She began. "I thought the Drakonrhedi were so noble. I always aspired to be them, even with my parents and their disagreement. They'd come to our village for recruitment every year. I tried to train myself up... honestly, it was a miracle that I got in."
It was also a miracle that she hadn't managed to kill herself somewhere along the way. She chuckled slightly, imagining the life she would have had if she hadn't joined. Probably the typical village woman; cooking, cleaning, raising kids... something she had never looked forward to as a child.
At least she could put those ideas to rest. She'd be dead long before any of those commonplace customs could take root.
She gave a quick sweep of the bar, her gaze passing over the noticeably quieter environment. Strange. Many of the others had taken their leave - and so early in the day! Perhaps Shepherd's past stunt had deflated their drunken egos.
She certainly didn't mind it. The calmness was almost refreshing.
"How about you?"
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 16, 2014 19:58:24 GMT
"I... just wanted to help people. I thought the Drakonrhedi were so noble. I always aspired to be them, even with my parents and their disagreement. They'd come to our village for recruitment every year. I tried to train myself up... honestly, it was a miracle that I got in."
Shepherd listened carefully to her words. She sounded genuine but he expected that. Admiration he could share in that. But his admiration stemmed from a different place. He could understand why she didn't believe to be picked. Not to insult her, but she didn't look like someone who could hold herself in a fight. However, he could tell that she could.
"How about you?"
Shepherd wondered for a moment trying to figure out the best way to answer.
"Well, my reasons are basically the same as yours. My father always taught me that whatever I end up doing, I should try to protect other because if I didn't, who would?"
And that was true. However, he sort of dodged around the answer a little bit. He hated mentioning his father because of one sole thing - the questioner would ask about him. It wasn't that he didn't feel immensely proud of his father, nor was it that he hated him. No, talking about his father would lead him to say that he was dead. Then the question of how he died would pop up. Shepherd really didn't like retelling the story.
"So...since the rain has stopped, I suppose you'd want to get to your meeting?" He asked hesitantly. He realized that he should've asked earlier. Now he was really trying to divert attention from the mention of his father. He hoped she didn't take this wrong way, like thinking he didn't want to talk to her. He just didn't want to blow up at her for asking a question. He could tell that was what he would do because it happened all of the times he was asked. He got defensive and angry and closed off from that particular person. All means of conversation died as he left them wondering why the subject was so sensitive for him.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jul 17, 2014 1:58:50 GMT
"Well, my reasons are basically the same as yours. My father always taught me that whatever I end up doing, I should try to protect other because if I didn't, who would?"
Freya nodded. "Your father was right. Most people are too caught up with behemoths to concern themselves those that we're protecting in the first place."
She found it slightly odd that Shepherd hadn't mentioned his father beforehand. Not that family members were a hot topic, but she assumed his existence may have been acknowledged when he was talking about his mother. After all, it only seems fitting that he would write to both parents.
Then again, he could be dead. It was a horrible assumption, but it was almost always a correct one when it came to the members of the Drakonhedi. "Is your father... y'know..."
She certainly didn't want to make a big deal of it if that was the case. Most people weren't entirely comfortable when it came to their deceased parents.
"So...since the rain has stopped, I suppose you'd want to get to your meeting?"
"Mmm," Freya pondered at the thought, as if she had to actually consider her response. "Well, I wouldn't say I want to get back to my meeting. This is far more interesting than some boring discussion over weapon stock."
Of course, that didn't mean that Shepherd felt the same. He did bring up the subject, after all. Perhaps he was edging her away from their conversation so he could return to his isolation? It wasn't entirely unlikely.
"I mean, I can get going if you'd like!"
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Post by Shepherd Lawlesson on Jul 18, 2014 21:19:43 GMT
"Your father was right. Most people are too caught up with behemoths to concern themselves those that we're protecting in the first place."
At her words Shepherd's eyes shone with pride for his father. He was glad to see, or hear rather, that someone agreed with his words about his father. But he did agree with her that people did over look 'lesser threats'. He was disappointed that people would ignore others in need but he could understand that many people, especially those who aren't with the Drakonrhedi, weren't strong enough to help others. But when people set out to hurt people who are weaker, Shepherd just got pissed and a little confused. He could never understand why people would find enjoyment in harming others.
"Is your father... y'know..."
And there it was. Of course it was inevitable for her to ask but still. If he could ignore that without seeming rude that would be great. But if he did come off as rude so be it. It was a sore subject because he couldn't shake the hidden feeling that it was his fault. He was reassured time and time again by his mother and he made certain to always try to protect others. However, he still felt that and he didn't want any more assurance that it wasn't his fault because he knew that. It's just, knowing didn't remove the feeling completely.
"Mmm. Well, I wouldn't say I want to get back to my meeting. This is far more interesting than some boring discussion over weapon stock."
Shepherd blinked in surprise. Talking to me is...interesting? He thought, confused by her words. She seemed sincere about it. Was he that good a company for her to blow off a meeting? He didn't believe he was. Then again he didn't have a wide range of reference to compare.
"I'm interesting?" He muttered to himself, still confused.
"I mean, I can get going if you'd like!"
Ah shit! She did take it the wrong way. He thought, now trying to find the words to explain properly.
"Wait, uh, it's not that I don't enjoy talking to you, I do! I, uh," He kind of stumbled over his words trying to figure out how to say what he wants to. "Y'know, just ignore me..." I must look like an idiot! He thought, wanting to punch himself.
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