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Not as sad as Elliot.
By the time he had reached the eastern end of town Elliot was thoroughly chilled by the morning air. Checking the weather hadn't occured to him before he left, and the fact that it still might be a touch chilly right after February had slipped his mind as well. Still, by now he was committed to his journey, there would be no turning back for a coat. Or a scarf. Or a cup of coffee.
Thoughts of the latter filled him with regret, how could he have been so stupid as to skip his morning brew? Sure, he didn't even own a coffee maker at this point, but he'd make it on the damn stove if he had to. He was grumbling, and ignored the increasingly familiar environment around him as his irritation rose. Caffeine addiction was no joke.
The irritation didn't last long however, increasingly replaced with anxiety as he became more and more aware of where exactly his was. In his lamentation of the skipping of his morning brew he had bypassed most of the businesses in town during his walk. In fact, going forward, there was only one place left ahead of him.
The Queen's Orchid
Fuck.
He paused, panic beginning to seize him. He had entirely skipped plan 1 of the day! Apply for jobs around town, kill time, work up a good explanation for his absence and waltz in with confidence, joking about his missing leg like it was nothing and leave an extra large tip like a smooth motherfucka' even though he was broke. He spun in a circle until he was nearly dizzy, torn between just biting the bullet and coming back later. Finally, forcing himself to calm down and breathe, he summon the willpower to move forward. He could do this. He could totally do this. Just walk in, be confident-
The door nearly hit him in the face as Kylie stormed out of the diner in front of him.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuck, that's Kylie! Fuck she's grown up. Fuck she'll see me!
It was then that he realized how woefully unprepared he was to run into the Reeses again, and with what he thought was the smoothest motion he could possibly muster Elliot scrambled into the diner while she pulled out her phone. The place was nearly empty this time of day, there seemed to only be two customers and... Sophia.
There was, in all likelihood, never going to be a time where Elliot's brain was going to be more completely and utterly blank than in that moment. His heart seemed to have either given up on panic, or simply gone full circle until it was calm again. He didn't have time to ponder which it was, but instead limped over before she caught sight of him and leaned on the podium, thinking desperately for a good way to break the ice. Something perfect to greet an old friend after half a decade of absence. Something utterly cool and smooth and perfect. However, she finished taking their orders before he had time to come up with anything, and instead he panicked, tapping his cane on the top of the podium to get her attention. God forbid it seem like she noticed him first.
"Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you were hiring here."
Smooth motherfucka'.
Thoughts of the latter filled him with regret, how could he have been so stupid as to skip his morning brew? Sure, he didn't even own a coffee maker at this point, but he'd make it on the damn stove if he had to. He was grumbling, and ignored the increasingly familiar environment around him as his irritation rose. Caffeine addiction was no joke.
The irritation didn't last long however, increasingly replaced with anxiety as he became more and more aware of where exactly his was. In his lamentation of the skipping of his morning brew he had bypassed most of the businesses in town during his walk. In fact, going forward, there was only one place left ahead of him.
The Queen's Orchid
Fuck.
He paused, panic beginning to seize him. He had entirely skipped plan 1 of the day! Apply for jobs around town, kill time, work up a good explanation for his absence and waltz in with confidence, joking about his missing leg like it was nothing and leave an extra large tip like a smooth motherfucka' even though he was broke. He spun in a circle until he was nearly dizzy, torn between just biting the bullet and coming back later. Finally, forcing himself to calm down and breathe, he summon the willpower to move forward. He could do this. He could totally do this. Just walk in, be confident-
The door nearly hit him in the face as Kylie stormed out of the diner in front of him.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuck, that's Kylie! Fuck she's grown up. Fuck she'll see me!
It was then that he realized how woefully unprepared he was to run into the Reeses again, and with what he thought was the smoothest motion he could possibly muster Elliot scrambled into the diner while she pulled out her phone. The place was nearly empty this time of day, there seemed to only be two customers and... Sophia.
There was, in all likelihood, never going to be a time where Elliot's brain was going to be more completely and utterly blank than in that moment. His heart seemed to have either given up on panic, or simply gone full circle until it was calm again. He didn't have time to ponder which it was, but instead limped over before she caught sight of him and leaned on the podium, thinking desperately for a good way to break the ice. Something perfect to greet an old friend after half a decade of absence. Something utterly cool and smooth and perfect. However, she finished taking their orders before he had time to come up with anything, and instead he panicked, tapping his cane on the top of the podium to get her attention. God forbid it seem like she noticed him first.
"Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you were hiring here."
Smooth motherfucka'.
Gah, I stared at that notepad for days. Wanted to get a lot more than that out this post, but hopefully the next will be quicker, and more substantial.
The battle was certainly going lopsided in favor of squad Quinque, Heike observed from a distance. Was the element of surprise really so vital for their strategy? Could his squad have beaten them back this easily if they hadn't been caught off guard? The thought, frankly, pissed him off. Having freed his hands, and spotting no immediate rescue forthcoming, he prepared himself to make his way towards the squad when he caught movement out of the corner of his eyes.
He ducked under the grab of the bandit who snuck up behind him, and slammed his head upwards, smashing it into the brute's nose. Oh yes, he was pissed off.
"Son of- you BITCH I'll fucking cut your guts out for that!"
With blood pouring out of his nose, and tears in his eyes, the bandit gripped his axe and prepared to swing, but an enraged Heike lunged at his throat instead. The axe flew wide as the two lost balance and began tumbling down the slope, each trying to strangle the other, towards the raging battle below.
*****
Emboldened by their leader, the bandits charged forward in spite of their recent losses. They were out for blood now, and Tybalt's attempts at getting their attention had paid dividends. One bandit threw a hand axe at him right as the companion of the one he burned earlier, filled with rage, charged him from the side. Another of the axe users was trying to use his size to break through Diana's guard, willing to take a hit to take her out in one swing. For now, they ignored the Wyvern rider who had caused them so much trouble while she was preoccupied with her latest kill.
The flanking maneuver may have been a mistake after all, it effectively evened the playing field of the current battlefield, and allowed the bandits to retain their momentum in spite of the losses.
He ducked under the grab of the bandit who snuck up behind him, and slammed his head upwards, smashing it into the brute's nose. Oh yes, he was pissed off.
"Son of- you BITCH I'll fucking cut your guts out for that!"
With blood pouring out of his nose, and tears in his eyes, the bandit gripped his axe and prepared to swing, but an enraged Heike lunged at his throat instead. The axe flew wide as the two lost balance and began tumbling down the slope, each trying to strangle the other, towards the raging battle below.
*****
Emboldened by their leader, the bandits charged forward in spite of their recent losses. They were out for blood now, and Tybalt's attempts at getting their attention had paid dividends. One bandit threw a hand axe at him right as the companion of the one he burned earlier, filled with rage, charged him from the side. Another of the axe users was trying to use his size to break through Diana's guard, willing to take a hit to take her out in one swing. For now, they ignored the Wyvern rider who had caused them so much trouble while she was preoccupied with her latest kill.
The flanking maneuver may have been a mistake after all, it effectively evened the playing field of the current battlefield, and allowed the bandits to retain their momentum in spite of the losses.
I'll set up a popcorn stand.
@GrafRoy ZeppeliDo that and I will have to make sure the posts are extra finely crafted so that the plot can move at glacial speed.
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._. Want Heiki to get killed?
And hurry up with that post then.
Every post I craft is a masterpiece. I wouldn't dare tarnish it's beauty by rushing.
... Then again if Heike gets killed I have that much less work to do. Interesting proposal there.
@GrafRoy ZeppeliHaving been in a few RP's with you, I beg to differ!
EDIT: I swear I'm working on a post for FE.
EDIT: I swear I'm working on a post for FE.
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