Post by Flame on Aug 19, 2017 8:24:27 GMT -5
“So apparently we can’t fight in the Battle Royale anymore. They don’t allow weapons anymore.”
Blank black eyes flickered, a hand came up and scratched black hair in its place, its owner, a young man with a rifle laying calmly against his shoulder simply shrugged from his seat at the table. Showing neither disappointment nor elation at this fact his eyes turned to the young woman across from him. While he showed good posture and a level of dress worthy of the upper-class café they now sat at she showed nothing of the sort.
An obvious look of displeasure was planted upon her face as she propped both legs up upon the table between them. Almost carelessly she rocked her chair which was already precariously balanced upon only two of its four feet. A waiter nearby was watching them with concerned eyes. It however was not only the rifle which concerned him, at the side of the lady was a sheathed sword, a katana by the looks of it. She wore it loosely at her side along with a simple black tee shirt and an awkwardly short black skirt. The young man sighed “You do realize that the Battle Royale was not going to be held for another four months right?” He placed a finger upon his temple rubbing it in advance for what he expected to come.
The swordswoman closed her eyes for a moment of silence. Then solemnly she opened them again a glitter sprung amongst them. “Yes, I am aware.” She said in an uncharacteristically stern manner. “On the other hand …” her voice began to brighten given the black-haired man an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He slipped both hands about the still steaming cup of tea before him. “On the other hand?” he teed up the line for her.
“There is a tournament called the Spring Sword Festival, sign ups began yesterday.” She said with a cheeky grin upon her face. “There is a large reward and many the lauded swordsmen from the Blues and early Paradise have come to try and claim it.” He shook his head in response, “We should be keeping our heads low you know …”
This time it was her turn to sigh, this was why she needed someone more fun around. This man, her current partner in travels was excellent in terms of managing supplies and keeping everything under control but he was a bit boring. “Arlen, you need to learn to have a good time.” She stated her issue with him outright, not that he didn’t know it already, but just as she was true to who she was he stayed true to who he was. Together they formed a good team, it was why they stuck together, also loyalty, but that had been made and earned many times since their first meeting those months ago.
“Besides I already signed the both of us up for it.” She winked at him and his eyes widened ”I’m sure you remember your own sword skills, I’ll expect to see you in the finals.” She laughed clearly amused by this. The young man, Arlen Baker, dropped his head. He looked down into his tea stirring it quietly with the small spoon which sat upon its rim. His mouth opened as if to say something but then it shut, he knew better than to question her. Pulling her legs off the table there was a momentary stability left to the chair upon which she balanced but it soon disappeared. The two legs reared into the air fell now slammed solidly upon the ground. Arlen looked at her with solemn eyes, as she grasped her transparent glass, golden liquid sloshing about it. He still didn’t know how she could drink that stuff, it made him so tipsy from such a small glass and she was nearly done with her second.“Alright then when is it?”“Tomorrow Morning at the Coliseum.”“…”
“So let’s live it up a little tonight and then crush some fools tomorrow. Hey maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you get lucky tonight.” She winked at him and he shook his head. She made jokes about it but such a thing would never happen between them. Not in his wildest dreams or nightmares. She raised her glass to the sky in cheers. Unlike her happy toast to the sky he only slightly raised his tea cup before bringing it back to his mouth and quietly sipping down the rest of the tea. Pulling forth a pouch he counted out some beri onto the table.
“You’re free to party, I’m going back to the room. Good night Syphalia.”
The Firefly, Syphalia Minalion smiled and waved as Arlen walked off down the street. He had left more than enough beri for her to enjoy herself a little more at the nice café at which they had been sitting. But not too much more. Always the frugal one he was, it was a good trait and a bad one for him. Glancing at the last bit of golden liquid forming the bottom layer of her glass she smiled. I hope there’ll be someone worth my time. Arlen’s decent but he’s no … her thought trailed off. Quietly she upended the last of her drink into her mouth savoring the smooth liquor for a moment before standing up herself. Taking a few of the beri off the pile she made sure there was enough for full payment with a slight tip. The rest she pocketed, there were more things to do tonight, the night was still young.
This’ll be fun! She smiled happily.