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» proteusmoon

[stayyourblade]

[He's going to be terrible at this. And yet here we are.]

I keep thinking about you.

[proteusmoon]

[ Here we are indeed. Cecil is at the moment entirely unaware of just what Conner is getting them into right now. ]

I am flattered to hear this. I think about you often as well.

[stayyourblade]

[Jesus Christ how do you talk to women why did Achilles never teach him anything useful?]

What sort of thoughts do you have?

[proteusmoon]

[ If it's any consolation, Cecil was not taught how to talk to men romantically. Mentors are kind of awful at the important social skills, aren't they? ]

What sort of thoughts? Well, I suppose I mostly think about how I miss your company when we are apart.

And you? What exactly is it about me are you thinking of when I am on your mind?

[stayyourblade]

[How to put this as respectfully as possible so he doesn't get stabbed the next time he sees her. ]

I miss you as well. But lately I find myself having other thoughts.

It is not just you I miss, but your body.

[learningtohuman]

This was the second time he was rescued in his entire life.

It was unheard of for the "Angel of Death" to be anything less than perfect, but after leaving the Black Fang with the child who saved him the first time, he didn't expect the second instance.

It was obvious that these people had some weird notion of what he could give them. He'd managed to take out most of them in the resulting skirmish, and had braced for an immediate death as someone came at him from the side while he was trying to yank his blade out of the chest of one of them, desperately clinging to life.

Instead, his assailant fell dead, and once he finished off the one that dared to try to stall him to get him die, Jaffar flicked his knives free of blood onto the corpses, and sheathed them again once they were clean.

Still, he couldn't push aside his natural instincts, and as he waited for his breath to slow again, he stared at his savior with uncannily-vivid, unflinching red eyes.

"...Why did you do that."

It wasn't like he feared death; the girl who saved him was being cared for by a friend of an army he'd assisted. His death would not matter in the long run.

[stayyourblade]

Stumbling upon someone in trouble was an all too frequent occurrence when you lived on the fringes of the wilderness, when animals roamed freely and soldiers passed through with little regard to anyone else. Interfering often only served to slow his travels down, weather he was coming or going, journeying towards the homestead or away from it. But simply leaving it be wasn't something he could easily so.

Sounds of a scuffle had reached his ears almost as soon as he had entered the thick forest, and at first he had thought perhaps it was a set of bears or elf fighting. But the shouts had soon found him, metal clanking upon metal, and without hesitation he had taken to the trees, leaping from branch to branch until he had located the source of the disturbance.

Jumping from his perch and plunging his blade into the neck of the assailant had been second nature, as had turning and thrusting his tomahawk into the person who rose up to take his place. It was only once the last had fallen that he'd glanced around, noting the only only person left alive among the piles of dead. Glancing over his shoulder under the thick fall of his hood, he lifted the weapon to examine it before placing it back in his belt.

"It appeared you needed help." Simple as that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37bNQ2yfMrg voice :3

[learningtohuman]

Silently regarding the hooded stranger, Jaffar's body remained somewhat -- not tense, but not relaxed, either. As if he was ready to spring forward or flee. Perhaps not unlike the keen wariness of an elk. He remained as still as one as well.

"...An odd answer," he finally replied, though it sounded almost like a drawl in itself, as if the way he spoke was meant for a whisper, forced beyond its comfort.

"Why spare me, and not end me with them? For all you know, this was some convenient in-fighting to take advantage of."

Still... among the scuffle, he hadn't been able to predict this. He usually could hear even slight sounds of life. To have been taken by surprise like this...

"...What do you want. Everything... comes at a price. What is yours?"

[stayyourblade]

"Would you rather I have stood back and watched?" Wrist flick in a quick, practiced sort of motion, sending the blades normally hidden within the bracers back into place. This particular fight was over, and there was no longer any need for them.

Lowering his weight onto the balls of his feet, gloved fingers reached out towards the nearest fallen, gripping the edge of the cloak he wore and shifting it.

"I have not seen enemies such as this before." Which in and of it's self was off. Normally they would be wearing the traditional red coats of the British. "There is no price. Unless there is something that you can tell me about these people."

[learningtohuman]

"I do not have a preference as to what you do or do not do."

In other words, there was no "rather".

Glancing toward one of the fallen, he singled one out and pulled out a book filled with odd writing, and tucked it under his arm. He knew that Canas had a stash of magical weapons, but this felt like a good fit for Nino. An Arcthunder. In the process of looking, he caught a familiar scent: one of a certain kind of poison, and took a solid step back before he could control his reaction. Glancing over, he recognized that one of the blades aiming for him had been dipped in a potent poison. He really escaped death there.

"...These are... members of the assassin group "Black Fang". They were established about thirty years ago, as crusaders for the weak. Killing in defense of justice for those who could not get it themselves." Oh, this was a bit much. He cleared his throat.

"They've been corrupt as far as I can remember, since childhood. I thought I wiped out them all, leader included." His father, besides.

"...I remember killing their leader with my own two hands. But if they know to target me, then someone familiar is pulling strings."

His body stiffening, his eyes briefly widened in realization.

"...I need to go. Now. Nino...."

Without so much as a by-your-leave, Jaffar turned on his heel and sprinted off for a certain destination: Canas' abode.

» proteusmoon

[stayyourblade]

I just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs".

[proteusmoon]

[ Oh. ]

Well, I suppose you do have that effect sometimes.

That said... how long do you have to be there again?

[stayyourblade]

I have never noticed.

Four or five more drinks.

[Yeah, he's officially measuring time in drinks now.]

[proteusmoon]

It can be difficult to notice such things about oneself— which usually only increases the chances of having that effect on others.

[ But more importantly!!! ]

Er... is that not a bit... excessive? Would not two more suffice just as well? Or even only one more?

[stayyourblade]

So that is how others accomplish such things.

Perhaps if it was very large. And I drank it very slowly.

» exactlylikefather

[stayyourblade]

[Why he had actually agreed to attend this forsaken 'family' dinner was utterly beyond him. But his Aunt Jennifer had mentioned that he was welcome to bring someone along, if he so wished. And considering how this meal was likely to go, he was going to need the moral support, as well as someone who was capable of keeping him grounded.

Which was how he had settled upon inviting Miss Evie Frye, both for her calm and reasonable demeanor, and the fact that she literally didn't take anyone's shit, including her own brother's. She was, in a word, the perfect person to have come along.

Add to that the fact that his grandfather had seen it fit to invite Jacob to this monstrosity, and he was going to need someone sane by his side.]

Hello, Miss Frye. I was wondering if I might ask you for a favor?

» proteusmoon

[stayyourblade]

I love that you put so much thought and effort into your nudes.

[proteusmoon]

[ Psssssshh... She should have known sooner or later Connor would bluntly say something like this. She just wasn’t expecting it today, clearly. ]

Ahaha, well... anything less than my absolute best for you would be an insult.

[stayyourblade]

[Half of the fun is in surprising her.]

You are far better than I deserve. And I do not do nearly enough to repay you.

[proteusmoon]

[ And she does like being Connor surprising her, honestly. ]

I am entirely certain, my love, that it is I who is undeserving.

Did you want another thoughtful photo?

[fameorfolly]

[Connor will get a random text one morning with coordinates.] Meet me here in an hour.

[If Connor decides to listen to his grandfather it'll lead him to a nice spot deep in the woods not far from the homestead proper. It sits along the coast near where the Aquilla slides into her port, a spot Edward has found is perfect for fishing. He's got a thing called a cooler, filled with ice and some beer in bottles, something he has been told by many modern fisherman is a favorite thing to have with on these trips with their sons. There's some snacks, jerky, and a big container of "bar mix" that Edward is fond of. As well as bottles of water, cans of soda and of course the fixin's needed for fishing. He has a pair of rods and plenty of bait, he's kicked back on the sand with a line in and a beer. He'll wave to his Grandson.

It's fairly early in the morning, just as the sun is making it's rise and the colors of the sky are starting to fade into blue.]

[nothinglikefather]

DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO MY SISTER AGAIN YOU PERVERT

[stayyourblade]

Jacob.

It is four in the morning.

[nothinglikefather]

AND SHE JUST GOT BACK HERE!

God, she looks like an octopus crawled down her corset.

[stayyourblade]

And it appears that a wild cat has clawed their way across my back.