Eh? A monster? Been a long time since I've been called that.
[ or so crea says, his hoodie raised over his head as he approaches walt.
truth be told, he had only been going there to sit and think. even destroyed, he still wanted to see if there was something that could still be salvaged, if only the ambiance. but it's dark, there's not much to do, and she made a funny comment. he might as well take it and run with it. ]
Though you're brave enough to defend yourself, aren't you, Lady?
Hahaha...depending on who you ask, they'll tell you that it's the truth. I'd argue otherwise, though. Honestly, I don't like fighting.
[ he pulls back the hoodie, raising both arms in a display of nonaggression towards walt. if she wants to fight him, sure, but he'd rather not initiate it if possible.
a monster, huh... ]
But you're raring to go, huh? Have been? Or is it because of what happened to Wei Wuxian?
You don't? [That sounds so insanely incomprehensible to her that it seems she can't really even wrap her mind around it.]
I love a good bout. [A good slaughter, Rias might say.] I've been cooped up for far, far too long. [So, she's felt this way for a while.] This has only expedited things.
I don't. I've fought too long and to get nothing at the end of it. Really, things would be so much easier if we got along.
[ but that's the cruel life of being a hero. you fight and fight until the fight is suddenly over and... and then what? what happens after that, when the villain is vanquished?
well... ]
I dunno, I mean you could probably ask half these people to spar with ya. I've sparred with Xiao, he's pretty good, actually.
Hahaha, your kind nature is showing through, Crea. [Hopelessly optimistic despite having seen what is surely a cruel and unforgiving world.]
I saw it earlier, too. [And if the worst had happened with Wei Wuxian, what then? He would have seen that ugliness all over again.
Nonlethal combat may not be her style, but she's done her fair share of training where she wasn't allowed to go all out.] What I crave more than anything is the chance to go all-out. What you're recommending might do in desperate times - and believe me, I am becoming achingly unfulfilled... I'm not about to unleash any abnormally powered spells at the moment, either.
[ so many people have called him kind. so many people have praised his actions and demeanor as such— a kind and foolish optimist that wants to get along with others. a far cry from the population that would call him and sion monsters.
pushing his thoughts to the back burner, he tilts his head to the side, hands pocketed away neatly ]
Huh… you’re really raring to go for a life or death match. [ he really can’t understand the sentiment, but go off, queen. ] What’s keeping you from attacking someone and making them a sacrifice, then? [ a pause. ] Though don’t take it as me urging you to. Seriously.
Hmm... Maybe it's that I'm not sure I'm strong enough to best anyone here. [This is such an obvious lie that it should be amazing she's telling it with a straight face, as if she thinks that her turning around saying this has any chance at veracity.] Do you think I'm the type to ambush someone for a death match?
What about you? [The way he's reacted so far is very interesting.] Have you done something here that makes you feel like a bad person?
[ listen, he's definitely not the brightest of this group, but he's not that easily fooled. he does find it funny, however, that she would try to make that excuse, considering her personality. he genuinely finds it amusing, and it's difficult to keep the smirk from his lips. ]
I think you'd challenge them up front, and then go all out and kill 'em. In that sense, you'd be kinda like a coworker of mine.
[ he shrugs. ]
I haven't done anything bad here, aside from threatening to break every bone in Lobelia's body. But for what it's worth, the only thing I regret about tryin' to do that when that's exactly what he wanted.
[ the last thing that crea wanted to do was give that man what he wanted. ]
You're right. He would have been thrilled - though I imagine you'd have been a sight harder to put back together than Beel. [So Crea's regret may also end up being the thing that saved him, if only because he didn't go through with it.]
Would I challenge someone up front? I certainly think that would be much more engaging than scurrying about in the dark. According to Lobelia, his kill was the same.
Probably. I can’t go dying yet…not when I have stuff to return to.
[ his eyes grow dark at the thought of having to compare her to lobelia and teiba… truly, even if he feels little towards the latter, he is a far cry from whatever that freak was… ]
Teiba’s a decent guy, despite the fact that he’s, well, a seasoned criminal. Always wants to pick fights and always lookin’ for a stronger opponent to fight ‘n kill. Short temper, sometimes irrational.
[ he shrugs. ]
I mean, if that doesn’t sound like you, then you don’t have to take me seriously. I don’t know ya as well as ya know yourself.
Well, I certainly don't have a short temper... [She dwells on this a little, one of her cheeks puffing out slightly.] Short attention span, maybe. I can't help it when things become dreadfully boring.
Hehe... Let's call it "poor impulse control"? I'm a woman of instinct.
[But whether that answers the question of which she resembles more...that's anyone's guess.
Well. She will simply have to try not to let it bother her.]
Case in point... [She gestures at the waterfall.] I've returned here yet again, like a ball on a string. What brings you to this place?
[ he looks at the waterfall, destroyed as it is. his expression is thoughtful, as if he hadn’t expected the question. ]
I guess it was the same. I was drawn back to it like a ball on a string. [ he smiles wryly. ] The future has less nature, you know? There’s enormous cities made of steel, and hardly any forests. So in a way this feels a bit closer to home.
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[ or so crea says, his hoodie raised over his head as he approaches walt.
truth be told, he had only been going there to sit and think. even destroyed, he still wanted to see if there was something that could still be salvaged, if only the ambiance. but it's dark, there's not much to do, and she made a funny comment. he might as well take it and run with it. ]
Though you're brave enough to defend yourself, aren't you, Lady?
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[Waltaquin pulls herself out of the tragic mess that was the best feature of this island.]
I prefer a solid offense. I'm just about erupting from my skin as is...all I need is a reason, really. And preferably at least one shieldguard.
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[ he pulls back the hoodie, raising both arms in a display of nonaggression towards walt. if she wants to fight him, sure, but he'd rather not initiate it if possible.
a monster, huh... ]
But you're raring to go, huh? Have been? Or is it because of what happened to Wei Wuxian?
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I love a good bout. [A good slaughter, Rias might say.] I've been cooped up for far, far too long. [So, she's felt this way for a while.] This has only expedited things.
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[ but that's the cruel life of being a hero. you fight and fight until the fight is suddenly over and... and then what? what happens after that, when the villain is vanquished?
well... ]
I dunno, I mean you could probably ask half these people to spar with ya. I've sparred with Xiao, he's pretty good, actually.
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I saw it earlier, too. [And if the worst had happened with Wei Wuxian, what then? He would have seen that ugliness all over again.
Nonlethal combat may not be her style, but she's done her fair share of training where she wasn't allowed to go all out.] What I crave more than anything is the chance to go all-out. What you're recommending might do in desperate times - and believe me, I am becoming achingly unfulfilled... I'm not about to unleash any abnormally powered spells at the moment, either.
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[ so many people have called him kind. so many people have praised his actions and demeanor as such— a kind and foolish optimist that wants to get along with others. a far cry from the population that would call him and sion monsters.
pushing his thoughts to the back burner, he tilts his head to the side, hands pocketed away neatly ]
Huh… you’re really raring to go for a life or death match. [ he really can’t understand the sentiment, but go off, queen. ] What’s keeping you from attacking someone and making them a sacrifice, then? [ a pause. ] Though don’t take it as me urging you to. Seriously.
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What about you? [The way he's reacted so far is very interesting.] Have you done something here that makes you feel like a bad person?
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[ listen, he's definitely not the brightest of this group, but he's not that easily fooled. he does find it funny, however, that she would try to make that excuse, considering her personality. he genuinely finds it amusing, and it's difficult to keep the smirk from his lips. ]
I think you'd challenge them up front, and then go all out and kill 'em. In that sense, you'd be kinda like a coworker of mine.
[ he shrugs. ]
I haven't done anything bad here, aside from threatening to break every bone in Lobelia's body. But for what it's worth, the only thing I regret about tryin' to do that when that's exactly what he wanted.
[ the last thing that crea wanted to do was give that man what he wanted. ]
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Would I challenge someone up front? I certainly think that would be much more engaging than scurrying about in the dark. According to Lobelia, his kill was the same.
Am I more like him or your coworker?
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[ his eyes grow dark at the thought of having to compare her to lobelia and teiba… truly, even if he feels little towards the latter, he is a far cry from whatever that freak was… ]
Teiba’s a decent guy, despite the fact that he’s, well, a seasoned criminal. Always wants to pick fights and always lookin’ for a stronger opponent to fight ‘n kill. Short temper, sometimes irrational.
[ he shrugs. ]
I mean, if that doesn’t sound like you, then you don’t have to take me seriously. I don’t know ya as well as ya know yourself.
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Hehe... Let's call it "poor impulse control"? I'm a woman of instinct.
[But whether that answers the question of which she resembles more...that's anyone's guess.
Well. She will simply have to try not to let it bother her.]
Case in point... [She gestures at the waterfall.] I've returned here yet again, like a ball on a string. What brings you to this place?
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[ he looks at the waterfall, destroyed as it is. his expression is thoughtful, as if he hadn’t expected the question. ]
I guess it was the same. I was drawn back to it like a ball on a string. [ he smiles wryly. ] The future has less nature, you know? There’s enormous cities made of steel, and hardly any forests. So in a way this feels a bit closer to home.