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also,
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Depending how deeply detailed this is, I'm down for it.
There is a huge thing about going into things to make sure it doesn't get messed up.
also,
There is a huge thing about going into things to make sure it doesn't get messed up.
also,
I'm still here.
"Disagreement?" Excel surveyed the woman one more time and recalled the appearance of Darrian. He was a fairly attractive man, at least in Excel's opinion. Perhaps they had some sort of falling out or were in a previous relationship. Yeah, that had to be it, she did seem like she could be royalty. Or at least, married into royalty. Perhaps.
At that moment, she had moved a little closer to him. Although he wasn't the type to look into body language too much, this, he did notice. "Shepherds?" he thought of a couple of people he'd seen while traveling who herded sheep. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to kill people like that. Excel shook his head, his image of Darrian slowly corroding away. "I won't lie, I'm a mercenary," Excel tapped his armor, gesturing towards it. "But, there's no way I'd work for a sick dude like that. Anyone who attacks farmers is no one I'd want to be allied with," Excel exclaimed, plopping down into the sand. Fatigue was making itself known to him and his knees had just given way. Sweat was beading down his forehead now. It'd been awhile since he'd had a conversation, and even small things like this were beginning to put a toll on his body. Most of it was mental, however; as soon as the last drop of water had disappeared, the side effects of being in the desert this long had increased exponentially.
Excel looked up at the woman now, wiping some sweat off of his forehead and clearing his long strands of hair out of his face. "I hope this Darrian guy isn't an ex boyfriend of yours or something. If he was, then, I bet he was an awful date. Anyways, we've got to hurry up and get out of this place, I just drank and I'm already thirsty!"
At that moment, she had moved a little closer to him. Although he wasn't the type to look into body language too much, this, he did notice. "Shepherds?" he thought of a couple of people he'd seen while traveling who herded sheep. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to kill people like that. Excel shook his head, his image of Darrian slowly corroding away. "I won't lie, I'm a mercenary," Excel tapped his armor, gesturing towards it. "But, there's no way I'd work for a sick dude like that. Anyone who attacks farmers is no one I'd want to be allied with," Excel exclaimed, plopping down into the sand. Fatigue was making itself known to him and his knees had just given way. Sweat was beading down his forehead now. It'd been awhile since he'd had a conversation, and even small things like this were beginning to put a toll on his body. Most of it was mental, however; as soon as the last drop of water had disappeared, the side effects of being in the desert this long had increased exponentially.
Excel looked up at the woman now, wiping some sweat off of his forehead and clearing his long strands of hair out of his face. "I hope this Darrian guy isn't an ex boyfriend of yours or something. If he was, then, I bet he was an awful date. Anyways, we've got to hurry up and get out of this place, I just drank and I'm already thirsty!"
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Excel had noted that she seemed to be retracting away from him. He thought about his appearance. Was he looking ill or something? Or had he done something to encourage animosity? His sword arm dropped to his side and he raised his eyebrows at the mention of Darrian. It certainly was a name familiar to him. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. ”Yeah, I know him!” A small smile formed on his face. ”During my time in Ylisse, I heard of him a couple of times, he’s the exalt or something,” Excel felt a bit of a strain on his arm already from holding this blade of his. Not too long after saying, he sheathed his sword back onto his waist.
Excel did wonder why she wanted to know though. ”Are you a friend of his or something?” He looked back in the direction that she came from, before turning his back to her. He examined the landscape, thinking about where Plegia would be.
Excel did wonder why she wanted to know though. ”Are you a friend of his or something?” He looked back in the direction that she came from, before turning his back to her. He examined the landscape, thinking about where Plegia would be.
Excel let out a deep sigh. The woman had nothing for him. As he prepared to head in the opposite direction, she called to his attention, this time having a question for him. He closed his eyes, "To be honest, I'm not too familiar with this place myself. But, I'm on my way to Plegia. Provided I don't have awful direction insight, it shouldnt be too far from where we stand." Excel nodded, flashing a quick smile towards the woman. His eyes scanned over her. She didn't have too much armor, but she seemed like a fighter. Maybe she was a swords woman of some sort.
Excel pressed on. "I'm surprised a woman like you had been able to endure the heat. Or perhaps it's just greater to me due to me coming from Ferox. Anyway, you shouldn't just go around alone." Excel drew his sword, hoping to show off a bit. He wasn't the type to do so, but he had to admit he was getting bored. He also wanted to see if his hypothesis was correct and she was some sort of sword fighter."I've got some food and don't mind sharing the rest of it. And we can go and hunt for water, no problem at all!" He pointed is sword towards where she'd come from, suggesting they check over there.
Excel pressed on. "I'm surprised a woman like you had been able to endure the heat. Or perhaps it's just greater to me due to me coming from Ferox. Anyway, you shouldn't just go around alone." Excel drew his sword, hoping to show off a bit. He wasn't the type to do so, but he had to admit he was getting bored. He also wanted to see if his hypothesis was correct and she was some sort of sword fighter."I've got some food and don't mind sharing the rest of it. And we can go and hunt for water, no problem at all!" He pointed is sword towards where she'd come from, suggesting they check over there.
He is.
"Gods, the heat,"
A seemingly exhausted Excel trudged through the harsh desert. He was better off than most; Being well endowed before he’d left, he’d been on his small journey for a few weeks and had prepared an abundant amount of food items and water, which of course didn’t last forever. As time went by, his food disappeared he only had one more meal left and a drink to last him through the rest of that day. Just thinking about the fact that he had water with him made him want to consume it.
“I think it’s been long enough,” Excel sighed, plopping down into the sand. Through the duration of this journey, he’d gotten tired of carrying things and had nearly ditched all of his bags, save for the one he kept his money in. He retrieved his waterskin, squeezing every ounce of water with a firm squeeze to it. He got back onto his feet as he secured the waterskin back into his money pouch, although it was a bit of a tight fit. Excel was out of water now, and he needed to arrive at Plegia quickly. He’d no idea where his former master had gone, but, he did recall the Myrmidon having origins at the desertous area.
Something caught his eye. He quickly shifted his gaze, spotting a dark haired woman who was running towards nothing that he could see. Where’s she going? Maybe I can buy food off of her, Excel was rarely ever in the mood to run, but, if this woman had something to drink, he needed it. Excel took off after the woman, his bronze sword smacking against his leg as he headed towards her. At the angle that he’d come at her, he’d show up from her side.
”Hey, lady!” Excel shouted, speeding up so that he could catch up. He straightened his scarf once he’d arrived at her, provided that she had noticed him. ”I was wondering if you had anything to drink?”
A seemingly exhausted Excel trudged through the harsh desert. He was better off than most; Being well endowed before he’d left, he’d been on his small journey for a few weeks and had prepared an abundant amount of food items and water, which of course didn’t last forever. As time went by, his food disappeared he only had one more meal left and a drink to last him through the rest of that day. Just thinking about the fact that he had water with him made him want to consume it.
“I think it’s been long enough,” Excel sighed, plopping down into the sand. Through the duration of this journey, he’d gotten tired of carrying things and had nearly ditched all of his bags, save for the one he kept his money in. He retrieved his waterskin, squeezing every ounce of water with a firm squeeze to it. He got back onto his feet as he secured the waterskin back into his money pouch, although it was a bit of a tight fit. Excel was out of water now, and he needed to arrive at Plegia quickly. He’d no idea where his former master had gone, but, he did recall the Myrmidon having origins at the desertous area.
Something caught his eye. He quickly shifted his gaze, spotting a dark haired woman who was running towards nothing that he could see. Where’s she going? Maybe I can buy food off of her, Excel was rarely ever in the mood to run, but, if this woman had something to drink, he needed it. Excel took off after the woman, his bronze sword smacking against his leg as he headed towards her. At the angle that he’d come at her, he’d show up from her side.
”Hey, lady!” Excel shouted, speeding up so that he could catch up. He straightened his scarf once he’d arrived at her, provided that she had noticed him. ”I was wondering if you had anything to drink?”
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