What is Jaffar's Left Thumb rule... This has been bothering me for sometime...
AlexStarsion
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"Because you aren't made of flesh?" Zander's ears perked up at that and lifted his gaze from the floor. So that was the the final nail in the coffin for that. The lightning charged fist, the refusing help where normal flesh would have been burnt from the Vazra beasts. His feeling of being expendable, or maybe it was a turn of phrase from Nymira. Zander looked at the Dimuran trying to gauge what she truly meant by those words. The gauntlets would make sense if he was a machine, but wasn't that such a far stretch, an abnormal leap to make from what he said earlier? Cecil, to Zander's eyes, acted very "people" like, for lacking of a better term. He showed emotions, showed them well like anyone else. Not like the Machina that he had seen in other towns, or even at other inns or shops. Automatons. Lifeless with just a touch of life to them.
He grinned at Ethan when Nymira cut him off from ordering more ale, and Zander actually felt cheated from a good show if their leader would just drink. His mind turned back to Cecil, his gaze locked on the younger, almost as if sensing it he could see Cecil fidget and decided to give the smaller a break and looked away his thoughts running wild. Opening his mouth to voice these words he stopped when Nymira used a small bit of her magic to warm the food, and couldn't help but laugh when Amune pushed herself away from the table at the act. He kept laughing when Cecil went to help her and watched his movements closely. Perhaps he had just misunderstood Nymira's words. The music and the chatter was possibly making him hear things. For now, he'd remember that phrasing in the back of his mind and keep closer tabs on Cecil and the others. His laughter turned to chuckles when others turned to look to see what the youngest of the group had shouted No about. He went to raise his voice when he heard Geoffrey's call out.
"Ethan," Geoffrey called pulling the flute from his lips. "Can' get 'er to eat 'er greens again? Mayhap the grand lady shou'd try, eh?" Zander looked at the flutist shocked, and Geoffrey sent Zander a wink. He had been paying attention to their group and doing what he did best, or at least tried to be his best. Draw attention away from what was really going on. Zander chuckled more at this and couldn't help but add to it.
"You should eat the food Amune," Zander grinned at the girl on the ground. Cecil backing away from being helpful made Zander chuckle more. That, was almost a Muran thing to do. Help but think better of it with that blasted beast by the Ydran's side. "Might helpo you grow stronger."
Zander's eyes followed Cecil out the door as he used the excuse of needing air. Calling out to him though, "Don't think of going to far, Cecil. I don't think Nymira would appreciate her companions trying to travel on their own." He'd leave that, at that and went back to staring at the ground. He had a lot to think about.
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After Geoffrey had called out to the group he grinned when everything was being handled and bowed to the minstrel and the lute player waiting for one of them to start the next song. He'd have to ask Zander what happened later, but grinned as his bed partner seemed to be laughing and letting down a few of those walls around his being. Before the next song, Geoffrey looked at the barkeep and motioned to their table. He was playing for free after all, might as well get a few extras out of the stingy man.
He grinned at Ethan when Nymira cut him off from ordering more ale, and Zander actually felt cheated from a good show if their leader would just drink. His mind turned back to Cecil, his gaze locked on the younger, almost as if sensing it he could see Cecil fidget and decided to give the smaller a break and looked away his thoughts running wild. Opening his mouth to voice these words he stopped when Nymira used a small bit of her magic to warm the food, and couldn't help but laugh when Amune pushed herself away from the table at the act. He kept laughing when Cecil went to help her and watched his movements closely. Perhaps he had just misunderstood Nymira's words. The music and the chatter was possibly making him hear things. For now, he'd remember that phrasing in the back of his mind and keep closer tabs on Cecil and the others. His laughter turned to chuckles when others turned to look to see what the youngest of the group had shouted No about. He went to raise his voice when he heard Geoffrey's call out.
"Ethan," Geoffrey called pulling the flute from his lips. "Can' get 'er to eat 'er greens again? Mayhap the grand lady shou'd try, eh?" Zander looked at the flutist shocked, and Geoffrey sent Zander a wink. He had been paying attention to their group and doing what he did best, or at least tried to be his best. Draw attention away from what was really going on. Zander chuckled more at this and couldn't help but add to it.
"You should eat the food Amune," Zander grinned at the girl on the ground. Cecil backing away from being helpful made Zander chuckle more. That, was almost a Muran thing to do. Help but think better of it with that blasted beast by the Ydran's side. "Might helpo you grow stronger."
Zander's eyes followed Cecil out the door as he used the excuse of needing air. Calling out to him though, "Don't think of going to far, Cecil. I don't think Nymira would appreciate her companions trying to travel on their own." He'd leave that, at that and went back to staring at the ground. He had a lot to think about.
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After Geoffrey had called out to the group he grinned when everything was being handled and bowed to the minstrel and the lute player waiting for one of them to start the next song. He'd have to ask Zander what happened later, but grinned as his bed partner seemed to be laughing and letting down a few of those walls around his being. Before the next song, Geoffrey looked at the barkeep and motioned to their table. He was playing for free after all, might as well get a few extras out of the stingy man.
@AlexStarsion That was very well written. Nice to see another side of Zander. <3
*blush* thanks... sorry it took so long, i wanted to get this right...
Geoffrey chuckled as Amune jumped over his prone form on the ground and ran to the door. He gave a small wave to Ethan and watched as they went down to the the group. It would seem that Cecil and Ethan had returned which was well enough, even if the leaving part still confused him. Stretching on the ground he looked to the moor cat and shrugged from his position. He felt like taking a nap here himself, but his stomach complained for more than the small bites of the dinner Nymira had gotten them. Red eyes stared up at the ceiling, and his slightly tanned hand ran through redder hair. He was content to lay here for now though, that was, until he thought the better of it. He didn't want to give the others a reason to wonder where HE had gotten off too.
Flipping himself up and rolling his head to crack his neck, he shuddered at the feeling of the vertebra popping back into place. Reaching down he gripped his flute, stuck it between his lips and slowly played a few notes as he headed down the stairs. Days of Gold polayed softly as he made his way downwards, his eyes intent on their table, slightly secluded from the rest, the soft roar went silent at the song he was playing. Giving a nod to Zander when he looked his way he figured he'd give them privacy for their talk. He continued to play, louder now and grinned around the wooden instrument as a few patrons let out a whistle to the music a few humming along to the beat.
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Zander chuckled as Nymira didn't fully help the situation and yet didn't back down from what she meant. She was right of course, they all hardly knew each other to call friends within the group of travellers. Each with a goal in mind if anything could be gathered from it. Nymira with her want to strengthen her clan, that was the only one he really knew. He traveled to somehow regain his family name from the tarnished remnants that his "life donors" had done to it. Perhaps he traveled for himself, but he didn't focus on that too much. Ethan's words pierced the haze in his mind.
"And Zander, you feel the same way too, don't you?" When Zander went to answer as honestly as he could, Ethan was off up the stairway to gather the guide and the brat. He picked up his empty wine glass, and swirled liquid that wasn't in there. His eyes piercing into Cecil. "Yes, I fully agree Nymira. However, it does bring some entertainment to watch the young one drink. Will you not sit Cecil?" When his question was ignored and Cecil spoke Zander didn't remove his eyes from the boy. He did look to Geoffrey as he played a song he hardly recognized and nodded with a small smile on his lips. Words passed between the two and Zander felt himself relax a little more. Should his words seem to make things worse, Geoffrey would keep the masses entertained.
Zander stood slowly and walked up to the smaller Machina that looked completely Muran and scowled down at the young boy, "If your life is so expendable boy," Zander's voice wasn't cold, nor was it comforting. "Explain something to me than. When the pirates and those Demicite Users were upon myself and Nymira, did you not protect us? Had you thought yourself expendable then? Perhaps when the Void Beast would have torn myself and Geoffrey to shreds, did you think yourself expendable then as well? Perhaps you think to sulk yourself into oblivion and ignore the world around you."
At this point he pointed directly at Amune, "The brat was most upset you went off on your own without so much as a word. Nymira, for all her attitude sees you as someone to journey with us. The Nine only know as to why you look to them for comfort in your moments of turmoil. The leader here," Zander's finger landed on Ethan. "Went out after you and brought you back. You say you fear you will kill us, I ask you why did you return if you did not think you could stop yourself? Are you that strong for one so young that your little hands could strike me down? The gauntlet may seem massive, and the little sparks you make may sting, but look me in the eyes little boy. Look me and Amune and Nymira and Ethan in the eyes and tell me for one moment, you would not stop yourself."
Zander's blue eyes were hard and firm, his voice filled with his own conviction in his words, "I think, you should continue on with us. Be that as it may, it is YOUR choice to make. A silly one, to run off and be slain, when you have a group here, who would willing protect you, and you would willing protect as well. Or perhaps," Zander tilted his head to the side and let out a sadistic smile. "you fear that you might actually enjoy their company after a time. That the memories you make at such a young age may help shape you into someone you could be proud of."
Zander's grin slide off his face, as water slides downstream. He said his piece turned to Nymira and bowed to the woman with gratitude in his voice as he spoke, "Thank you for the meal Nymira. Perhaps the others should sit and join us before it becomes cold as the breeze outside, no?"
With that, Zander with little grace plunked himself in his seat, and stared down at the hardwood floor. His words still ringing in his own ears, his throat dry from the emptiness he had sprouted out. Who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? A Magi who hated his own soul, and Zander could see that in Cecil. Could taste it in the air around him. The fear and worry and strife of fighting against who you truly are and what and how people expect you to react. He heard the music grow louder, as a barmaid brought out a harp to join in with the flute's noise. He blocked it out, and kept his ears open for the voices in the group he had joined.
Hopefully... The young boy sees reason...
Flipping himself up and rolling his head to crack his neck, he shuddered at the feeling of the vertebra popping back into place. Reaching down he gripped his flute, stuck it between his lips and slowly played a few notes as he headed down the stairs. Days of Gold polayed softly as he made his way downwards, his eyes intent on their table, slightly secluded from the rest, the soft roar went silent at the song he was playing. Giving a nod to Zander when he looked his way he figured he'd give them privacy for their talk. He continued to play, louder now and grinned around the wooden instrument as a few patrons let out a whistle to the music a few humming along to the beat.
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Zander chuckled as Nymira didn't fully help the situation and yet didn't back down from what she meant. She was right of course, they all hardly knew each other to call friends within the group of travellers. Each with a goal in mind if anything could be gathered from it. Nymira with her want to strengthen her clan, that was the only one he really knew. He traveled to somehow regain his family name from the tarnished remnants that his "life donors" had done to it. Perhaps he traveled for himself, but he didn't focus on that too much. Ethan's words pierced the haze in his mind.
"And Zander, you feel the same way too, don't you?" When Zander went to answer as honestly as he could, Ethan was off up the stairway to gather the guide and the brat. He picked up his empty wine glass, and swirled liquid that wasn't in there. His eyes piercing into Cecil. "Yes, I fully agree Nymira. However, it does bring some entertainment to watch the young one drink. Will you not sit Cecil?" When his question was ignored and Cecil spoke Zander didn't remove his eyes from the boy. He did look to Geoffrey as he played a song he hardly recognized and nodded with a small smile on his lips. Words passed between the two and Zander felt himself relax a little more. Should his words seem to make things worse, Geoffrey would keep the masses entertained.
Zander stood slowly and walked up to the smaller Machina that looked completely Muran and scowled down at the young boy, "If your life is so expendable boy," Zander's voice wasn't cold, nor was it comforting. "Explain something to me than. When the pirates and those Demicite Users were upon myself and Nymira, did you not protect us? Had you thought yourself expendable then? Perhaps when the Void Beast would have torn myself and Geoffrey to shreds, did you think yourself expendable then as well? Perhaps you think to sulk yourself into oblivion and ignore the world around you."
At this point he pointed directly at Amune, "The brat was most upset you went off on your own without so much as a word. Nymira, for all her attitude sees you as someone to journey with us. The Nine only know as to why you look to them for comfort in your moments of turmoil. The leader here," Zander's finger landed on Ethan. "Went out after you and brought you back. You say you fear you will kill us, I ask you why did you return if you did not think you could stop yourself? Are you that strong for one so young that your little hands could strike me down? The gauntlet may seem massive, and the little sparks you make may sting, but look me in the eyes little boy. Look me and Amune and Nymira and Ethan in the eyes and tell me for one moment, you would not stop yourself."
Zander's blue eyes were hard and firm, his voice filled with his own conviction in his words, "I think, you should continue on with us. Be that as it may, it is YOUR choice to make. A silly one, to run off and be slain, when you have a group here, who would willing protect you, and you would willing protect as well. Or perhaps," Zander tilted his head to the side and let out a sadistic smile. "you fear that you might actually enjoy their company after a time. That the memories you make at such a young age may help shape you into someone you could be proud of."
Zander's grin slide off his face, as water slides downstream. He said his piece turned to Nymira and bowed to the woman with gratitude in his voice as he spoke, "Thank you for the meal Nymira. Perhaps the others should sit and join us before it becomes cold as the breeze outside, no?"
With that, Zander with little grace plunked himself in his seat, and stared down at the hardwood floor. His words still ringing in his own ears, his throat dry from the emptiness he had sprouted out. Who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? A Magi who hated his own soul, and Zander could see that in Cecil. Could taste it in the air around him. The fear and worry and strife of fighting against who you truly are and what and how people expect you to react. He heard the music grow louder, as a barmaid brought out a harp to join in with the flute's noise. He blocked it out, and kept his ears open for the voices in the group he had joined.
Hopefully... The young boy sees reason...
No we should not. He's stubborn enough to kill himself trying to win.
I think it's bad you know me from a handful of posts and know this well!!! HAHAHAHA
NEVER!!! *holds breath*
I am SO SORRY for the delay. I got home from work yesterday and just passed out. I work tomorrw than off three days so this won't happen again for the rest of the week and from now on. I know I'm holding you guys up a bit with the posting in here, and if it goes over three days without a post, skip me and drag Zander and Geoffrey along is all I ask. Again really really sorry for the delay you guys.
As the silence between the two became comfortable and relaxing, Zander had to have his moment of paranoia and ruin it with his careless words. If anyone had heard him, it would be the Mayor's Office all over again. He had the right state of mind to give Nymira a sheepish look and actually apologized to the woman his face beat red. He felt.. He was shocked to realize, he felt bad for asking such a thing. For feeling like what little ground the two had gained he felt he had taken two steps back. It was his childhood all over again.
Leaning back and looking, REALLY looking at Nymira he tilted his head to the side. He spoke finally, "I promise to not ask such an asinine question of your being again. I forgot myself for a moment, I know all too well what it's like to have them turn on you for a simple thing as..." The full statement died on his lips as he turned his eyes to the stairwell. "Neither here nor there I suppose. When do you suspect the others to return. T'was going towards the night as we all arrived here. I would suspect they wouldn't want to be out too late."
When the silence reigned again he let out a sigh, drained his third glass and placed it off to the side. Three was his limit for the sickly sweet red. He knew if he drank more, he'd regret it in the morning and have a major headache. He leaned back into the wooden chair, placed one leg to cross the other and rested his hands on his lap. He stared off into space, taking in a few of the other patron's and their meals. It seemed, quiet in here for some odd reason. A smaller din, than what the Golden Coffer Inn always had, with Geoffrey playing music, the Barmaid's shouting out insults and flirtations, the bus boy running food to tables, grabbing ale and sneaking a few coins from pouches. No Olga to laugh at the bar, at some random story she knew was too good to be true.
Letting out a soft, yet content sigh he refocused his eyes on his food, "Geoffrey hardly ate... Amune seems to have decided to skip her meal. Knowing Geoffrey though, he'll bring her down with platitudes and a sweet smile." Zander chuckled at this and went back to people watching, keeping one ear on their shared table, to see if the Dimuran wanted to speak of anything else.
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When Geoffrey was posed that question he tilted his head to the side and thought on it for a moment. "I only know the pieces of what happened... Zander says he's got agument... aquamen..." Geoffrey chuckled as he kept mispronouncing the word. "Special bits to him. Summthin' 'bout 'im felt off, says the boy saved 'is an' da Lady's life. If I 'ad ta guess, 'd say 'e felt slight'd by 'er words. Maybe 'e need'd ta clear 'is 'ead? Ethan wen' 'fter 'im though so tha's summthin, right?"
He slurred a bit more with his words as he thought them out carefully, he also felt himself chuckle to the young girls next words, "Aye, she ain't got no need to be rude, but I think that's just 'ow she is. Rough and 'ard on those, she's use to 'er people. Them few Dimuran's we got at da Inn... Rough with the barmaids, but kind 'n their own way. If ya ain't goin' ta bed, howsabout we go get some food in your stomache." He looked at her seriously for a moment eyes tracing up her chest and pinning into her sides. The shirt she wore may hide some of the effects of some of the time, but the eyes and the arms gave some of it away to him. "Ya look like ya don' need to pass a meal, ya?"
Leaning back and looking, REALLY looking at Nymira he tilted his head to the side. He spoke finally, "I promise to not ask such an asinine question of your being again. I forgot myself for a moment, I know all too well what it's like to have them turn on you for a simple thing as..." The full statement died on his lips as he turned his eyes to the stairwell. "Neither here nor there I suppose. When do you suspect the others to return. T'was going towards the night as we all arrived here. I would suspect they wouldn't want to be out too late."
When the silence reigned again he let out a sigh, drained his third glass and placed it off to the side. Three was his limit for the sickly sweet red. He knew if he drank more, he'd regret it in the morning and have a major headache. He leaned back into the wooden chair, placed one leg to cross the other and rested his hands on his lap. He stared off into space, taking in a few of the other patron's and their meals. It seemed, quiet in here for some odd reason. A smaller din, than what the Golden Coffer Inn always had, with Geoffrey playing music, the Barmaid's shouting out insults and flirtations, the bus boy running food to tables, grabbing ale and sneaking a few coins from pouches. No Olga to laugh at the bar, at some random story she knew was too good to be true.
Letting out a soft, yet content sigh he refocused his eyes on his food, "Geoffrey hardly ate... Amune seems to have decided to skip her meal. Knowing Geoffrey though, he'll bring her down with platitudes and a sweet smile." Zander chuckled at this and went back to people watching, keeping one ear on their shared table, to see if the Dimuran wanted to speak of anything else.
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When Geoffrey was posed that question he tilted his head to the side and thought on it for a moment. "I only know the pieces of what happened... Zander says he's got agument... aquamen..." Geoffrey chuckled as he kept mispronouncing the word. "Special bits to him. Summthin' 'bout 'im felt off, says the boy saved 'is an' da Lady's life. If I 'ad ta guess, 'd say 'e felt slight'd by 'er words. Maybe 'e need'd ta clear 'is 'ead? Ethan wen' 'fter 'im though so tha's summthin, right?"
He slurred a bit more with his words as he thought them out carefully, he also felt himself chuckle to the young girls next words, "Aye, she ain't got no need to be rude, but I think that's just 'ow she is. Rough and 'ard on those, she's use to 'er people. Them few Dimuran's we got at da Inn... Rough with the barmaids, but kind 'n their own way. If ya ain't goin' ta bed, howsabout we go get some food in your stomache." He looked at her seriously for a moment eyes tracing up her chest and pinning into her sides. The shirt she wore may hide some of the effects of some of the time, but the eyes and the arms gave some of it away to him. "Ya look like ya don' need to pass a meal, ya?"
So I don't get throttled again, I have the start of a post going, and I'll have it up by tomorrow at some point so no need to freak out okay!? Sorry it's taking me so long to get posts in. I'm honestly trying to not drag this down, I swear!!!
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