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Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Magic was, in a word, confusing. Caius said that he knew what it was, but he’d never seen a curative spell before. He seemed to have at least a passing familiarity with it, but he wondered if she could teach him. The thought almost made her laugh. Why were all of these world so different from her own?
”That depends. Do you have any magicite?” she said and then paused, shaking her head. ”Sorry. I guess my tongue’s a little sharp when I’m light-headed. No, I can’t teach you. Magic was infused into my blood when I was a girl. Like I said before, it’s not exactly a common power back where I’m from.” No, there was only Terra, herself, and Kefka. The three most active agents in ruining the world.
It’s not something for us to have, Celes thought for nowhere near the first time. Power only led to war and destruction. No one had the right to meddle with it.
Caius told her the story she’d asked for without much hesitation. In fact, he was quite good at stories if she was feeling honest. There was a certain edge to his voice that caught her attention as though she herself were in his shoes -- negotiating prices, escorting men through the forest, slaying monsters. It was all a very familiar story for her, at least until the twist.
Caius had inadvertently helped a group of bandits to their target. At first, Celes felt her blood rise -- Why hadn’t he turned against them? Why had he merely gone on his way? Didn’t he care? -- before he revealed that he’d told the town guard as soon as he was able. The bandits had been ambushed, their numbers decimated. Celes bit her tongue considering his words.
No, he’d been right. It was obvious that Caius knew his way around a sword, but almost no one could stand up to an army and live. If he’d attacked straight-on, he would have been quickly overwhelmed. Celes knew that all too well. Standing alone between violent madmen and their atrocities only got you a solitary cell and a morning execution. Caius had been right in the end, and Celes herself would have just died.
”Oh,” was all she could say for a moment. She still didn’t know what to make of the story or of Caius himself, so she nudged their conversation in a different direction. ”I do the same kind of work myself. Not the part where you helped bandits, obviously, but monster slaying. Escort missions. That sort of thing.”
Celes shifted her weight and paused as her vision darkened, buzzed, and then returned. How much blood had she lost? ”I found a friend in the city. He’s…eccentric but he’s had me staying with him for weeks now. To be honest, I rather miss camping on the sides of mountains, fighting wolves and what not, but I’d be longing for a familiar face in days if I left again. That’s how it always was before.”
Celes paused, stopping herself. She felt her cheeks warm as she looked down to eye the dried grass beneath her fingers. Why was she telling him so much?
”I mean. I understand where you’re coming from. That’s what I meant.” She bit her tongue. ”If I’d've been in your shoes, I probably would have come off worse than you did.”
Post by Caius Dragelion on Sept 19, 2018 10:13:22 GMT -6
Celes started talking about something called magicite when he asked about teaching him some of her spells. He blinked a few times. "Magicite? Never heard of it" The blonde would answer. "Is that some kind of food?"
The latter half was some attempt at humour, though Caius was still very dry when it came to humour. Still working on it. "It's not common in my world, either" He explained quickly in regards to magic. "Because I'm a member of the Kingsglaive, I can access magic, but the magic is still something that I need to learn myself. I don't draw my magic from any particular artifact. The Power Of Kings was shared with me, and using it, I draw on my own reserves to cast magic" He would add as he would hold up a hand and allow for a tiny pillar of fire to erupt from his finger. "I have access to a few spells, and I am familiar with curative spells... I just never had the time to really be able to put into learning it before I was sent here. And as much as I hate to say it, I have no clue how I would learn it without some sort of tutor."
His pride hurt when he said that. Not being able to do something like that on his own? Progress being impeded because he had to rely on someone else just to increase his capabilities? He hated it. He also realized he'd dropped the "Glaive" name... Something he'd only done when he met someone from his own world. His trust in the girl was a little concerning.
After Caius told the story - and odds are he'd tell it again elsewhere with additions when he realized that he enjoyed doing so - Celes would explain she was a mercenary as well, though was more of an escort mission kind of girl. "To be fair, the bandits were just run of the mill clients... Until it turned out they were bandits."
He noted her swaying a bit, and Caius moved just an inch or so closer, subtlely. It was instinct, like realizing a comrade was about to go down. She would bring up her friend she'd been staying with and said it was difficult to stay away due to loneliness. "Could always ask me to take a job with you if you need a familiar face" Caius would offer with a shrug. Why was he offering that? Caius didn't do groups, usually... This was an odd thing for him to offer but it just seemed right.
He shrugged when she would note being worse off than he was if their fates in this situation had been reversed. He definitely would not have survived rushing the bandits. And this was between the law and the bandits, not him. They had made it personal though, with this attack. Caius would not regard them so warmly next he saw of them.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes laughed a little at his proposition. Maybe it was the abruptness of it all or maybe it was from the blood loss, but she just couldn’t help it. ”With me?” she repeated before considering it again. ”Maybe…” Honestly, that wouldn’t be such a terrible idea. Wasn’t she always complaining about the dull jobs Setzer had put her on? And wasn’t she always longing to return to the ways of the sword like she’d done before?
”Maybe. As long as I come back here every once in a while.” She glanced at him almost cautiously. Was she really doing this again? ”I mean. I’m far more useful with a sword than I am with money. The friend I’m staying with. His grand idea is to fix up an airship using all the profits from this casino he set up.” She rolled her eyes. ”It’s absurd, but it’s very like him. It’s just not very like me.”
Celes took a long breath before gritting her teeth and forcing herself to her feet. She swayed a little in the heels of her boots, stumbling once as her vision went black again before everything stopped spinning and she regained her balance. ”I should have used a stronger spell,” she hissed before shaking her head and turning to look at him. ”Well. Thanks for the help. Even if you were the one in trouble in the first place. I should have kept my guard up, but you know. Magic. It has a way of leaving you more vulnerable than you’d like.”
She paused before brushing some loose hair behind her ear. ”And if you’re serious about working together sometime…” She felt heat rise to her cheeks. ”Well. I wouldn’t mind. Maybe I could show you some spells. I don’t know if you could use them with that ‘king magic’ of yours, but it’s worth a try.” Why was her heart pounding so fast? Stupid. She hated talking like this, and asking to work together? What kind of impression would that give?
”If you want, I mean.” Her fingers twisted together as she looked away to eye a nearby bed of flowers. ”It seems you can handle yourself.”
"You sound so taken aback, it's not like I'm offering to take you on a very long date" Caius joked, with a hearty laugh, and a cheeky grin. Even if he only had a vague idea of what a date was. He'd caught it from movies playing in the background while he was a glaive back in his own world. And then another glaive gave him a little more context when a joke on their end fell on deaf ears and Caius didn't understand the meaning of the statement. So it was when you took someone you cared for deeply on some kind of excursion specifically meant to hang out together, right? He didn't know why it was joked toward him in the matter that it might be a bad thing. He was joking about the idea of taking someone for an excursion that was meant to be very personal in nature, seeing as her response was as if she had mistaken it for that instead of a business idea meant to better her odds of survival. Oh and the company would be nice too, he supposed. He was a loner but it did get... Well... Lonely, he supposed.
Imagine that, someone constantly alone being lonely. What a strange concept!
"I'm sure we can come back here, here and there, certainly" Caius would respond. "I come back here more often than most places anyway. Guess it's my unofficial home of sorts."
On the topic of homes, Celes would explain that her current friend/captor was trying to build an airship. The lightbulb seemed to come on in that moment.
"An airship, huh..." Caius mused aloud, but decided to put those thoughts to bed until later. It was something he'd consider at another point in time.
It sounded like Celes needed an excuse to get away, and it seemed he had provided that excuse. Fine with him, he supposed. "Aye, I'm fine to work together at some point in the future. I'm sure I'll find you again eventually and you can decide then" Caius would respond. As for her offer to try and tutor him in magic? He would smile and nod his head. "I'd like that" Caius spoke. Her blushing and other motions escaped his grasp of meaning, so he didn't respond to them. Though one thing did catch his attention and it was her swaying and other motions that showed she was clearly still in a bit of trouble. Clearly whatever she'd done with her magic wasn't enough.
"Here" He spoke, pulling out a potion from his pouch and handing it to her. "If you do not have the energy right now to cast another spell to fix that properly, then hurry up and take it. I'm not leaving you like this."
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
"You sound so taken aback,” Caius said, a hint of laughter tinging his voice. “It's not like I'm offering to take you on a very long date.”
”What?” Celes felt heat rise to her cheeks as she stood, frozen, mouth agape. Had she heard that right?”A...date?” The words came out as barely a squeak and she coughed to clear her throat. It didn’t work.
”O-oh…” She tried again before she swallowed and her tongue caught up to her again. ”Well of course not!” She turned to face him, cheeks still blazing with the same fire that was in her eyes. ”And I didn’t mean-! Well of course I didn’t-! I’m here to fight! Not to-!” She abruptly clenched her mouth shut before she could embarrass herself anymore and crossed her arms tightly, cheeks still burning with heat.
Why had he said that? Did he think…?
”Aye, I'm fine to work together at some point in the future. I'm sure I'll find you again eventually and you can decide then.”
”Fine!” She didn’t quite look at him nor did she uncross her arms. ”I’ll fight with you! Just come by the airship! I’d love to help!” Her voice came out half an octave higher than she’d meant it to. Tense and sharp and aggressive. She couldn’t help it.
Why had he joked about something like…?
”Here.” He pulled something from his bag and offered it to her. A glass vial glinted in the sunlight. A potion. ”If you do not have the energy right now to cast another spell to fix that properly, then hurry up and take it. I'm not leaving you like this."
Celes closed her mouth and then closed it. She shouldn’t be mad. It was a kind gesture and surely didn’t mean any harm, but paired with that comment from earlier…
”I’m not just some silly girl with a sword, you know!” She spoke abruptly and with an edge as sharp as her tongue. ”I used to be a soldier. A general, actually! And despite what was popular belief, I’m more than capable of handling myself!” She felt her lips purse as she twisted her hands together again. ”And I’m not interested in dates.” The word felt almost dirty. Tainted, somehow. ”For your information.”
The wind brushed across the damp blood stains in her jacket, and she shivered. What was she doing? Yelling at a man in the middle of the street for offering her a potion? Her throat closed as she tried to swallow, but she couldn’t do anything for her own violent blushing. How many times had she been dismissed for her gender alone? How many times had she suffered the jokes and quips of young soldiers telling her exactly where they’d like to take her or that she should “calm her pretty face?”
’It’s not like I’m offering to take you on a date.’ It wasn’t an offensive jest, but the punchline was the same. She doubted he would have ever suggested such a thing to a man.
”Well. Thank you. At any rate.” She took the potion without looking at him, unfastening the top with one thumb, and then downing it with barely a grimace. It burned like whiskey going down and warmed her considerably. It wouldn’t do much, she knew, but it would help keep her steady until she could get home and finish the job with her magic. ”I owe you, I suppose.” She still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. ”If you ever need help.”
Caius chuckled lightly when she seemed suddenly flustered by the joke. It wasn't the reaction he was expecting but it was... A reaction, he supposed? But then her reactions and respinses continued to be swayed by it. And then she actually began to get aggressive. Aggressive? Where in the world did this come from? Caius was very much confused at this point... But the biggest thing came when she responded to his offering her a potion with absolute hostility as she hissed at him over it and told him off, as though he were treating her like an object. Thing is, while Caius was a patient man, this woman was bitching and being stingy when clearly she was hurting. His features scrunched a bit as he stared dead into her eyes.
"I don't know where you got this idea that I'm treating you like an object, but I do not let a comrade sit there with wounds if I literally have a potion on me to stop them from bleeding out. You just fought with me, you are a comrade right now. Take the damn potion" Caius spoke with a low, serious tone. He wasn't asking her to take it. He was telling her to.
The glaive took a deep breath when she finally agreed and took the potion. "Thank you" He spoke then, his tone a bit exasperated. "Honestly, I don't understand why people think a date is such a big deal" Caius added, with a shrug. "A date is just time taken out to go on an extended excursion with someone that you trust and are partial to, no? It sounds like it's just a team building exercise. I don't understand why people think it's such a big deal." Caius would add, in an admittance to his ignorance on the subject. "Though I've never had someone treat it like the person bringing it up, joke or not, is the fucking devil."
Caius stopped a moment, blinked a few times, then stared at her. "... Is there a date devil and I just don't know about it?"
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
It was then that Caius did something completely unexpected. He yelled back at her.
He told her that he didn’t get why she thought he was treating her differently. He told her that he wouldn’t exactly stand back and let someone suffer when he had a potion on hand, and he demanded she take it immediately. It was all so hostile that Celes could only blink back at him, anger overtaken by the shock of his own hostility.
"Honestly, I don't understand why people think a date is such a big deal,” he continued. ”A date is just time taken out to go on an extended excursion with someone that you trust and are partial to, no? It sounds like it's just a team building exercise. I don't understand why people think it's such a big deal.”
”Wait. You don’t know...?” Celes gaped at him, eyebrows raised in shock. She’d never heard of anyone so sheltered as to not know what a date was, but she didn’t have any other explanation for it.
”Though I've never had someone treat it like the person bringing it up, joke or not, is the fucking devil,” he spat out before pausing. ”... Is there a date devil and I just don't know about it?"
Celes stared at him. She stared and she wondered and then, after moment of thought, she touched her forehead and burst out laughing. This was all so absurd!
”You’re…” she started and then shook her head. ”You’re serious?” She tilted her head and gave him an odd look. ”You really don’t know what a date is?” Then she laughed again, touching at the bridge of her nose. It felt like pressurized air escaping pipes fit to burst. Her shoulders were already less tense than before.
”I didn’t know,” she said, ”I thought…” But how could she explain herself if he didn’t even know what she was talking about? She froze at the thought. If he hadn’t even known what he saying, then she must have looked like…
...Like the most volatile, unreasonable woman in the world. Her cheeks burned again.
”I didn’t mean...It was just what you said.” Celes pushed her loose hair behind her ear. ”Most men would be flirting if they said something like that. Or trying to make fun of me.” She bit her tongue. Why was she telling him this?
Because she’d just attacked him. This discomfort was her punishment for that.
”In the army, there wasn’t much room for a woman, let alone a young one in a position of power. The soldiers would always try to...Oh, I don’t know. Imply I should stay in my place as something to ogle. And it wasn’t much better when I joined the rebels. The men there were always trying to protect me and keep me from sleeping on floors like everyone else and the flirting!” Celes let out a short breath before glancing at him and smiling sheepishly.
”I suppose I’m not used to dealing with honorable men,” she said with a weak laugh. ”Not in the field of battle anyway.” She shook her head and straightened again. ”And for your information, a date isn’t a 'team-building exercise.' It’s...something romantic. Between two people with...physical intentions generally.” Her cheeks warmed again. ”Just so you know.”
"Don't know what?" Caius asked, blinking a few times. Had he said something uninformed? He found himself staring at her, waiting for an answer as he couldn't figure out just what she meant. She seemed so shocked, so taken aback by his answers. What had he said? She would say that he didn't know what a date was. He knew what a date was, didn't he? A team building exercise between two battling partners who were partial to each other? That was what it was, wasn't it? He didn't know what one did exactly in a date but he assumed it involved finding an activity for a long period of time. But apparently that wasn't the case.
"That's not what a date is?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly in response. That was what he had interpreted anyway. She had started laughing. Flat out burst out laughing. Was it really so funny that he apparently didn't know her definition of a date? Like she was laughing hard. Not the nicest person, was she? People usually laughed at jokes, he didn't think this was a joke. Either way, he just let her go on, and just let it go.
"Flirting" He repeated at her remarks. "I know the word, I somewhat know the context, but I don't know a whole lot about it" Caius would admit, but otherwise let her continue. Apparently this was something people used to make fun of her? She talked about how men in her army would treat her like an object, something to be coddled, something to protect. That at least, he understood. He understood soldier lingo far more easily. He saw women be protected more in the Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive as well... Though no woman he had ever met in the Kingsglaive ever let them have that mindset for very long. They didn't have to bitch about it. They just kicked every arse in the building when it came time to do their job.
Finally, Celes would explain that dates were meant for romance. And physical intentions. He at least knew what that was. Sort of. He had been given "the talk" at least. Basic stuff given when kids were young. "I don't know much about romance aside from being a very close bond. But good to know that dates and romance go hand in hand I guess" Caius would admit with a shrug. "I... Apologize, I guess? If I treated you too familiarly too soon?"
He was definitely not getting it fully, but he had it... Somewhat.
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”Flirting," the man said slowly. "I know the word, I somewhat know the context, but I don't know a whole lot about it.”
Celes took a short breath. Was he making fun of her? She couldn’t know for sure, but she didn’t think so. Where had he even come from and how old was he? How could he even be real?
"I... Apologize, I guess? If I treated you too familiarly too soon?" It was like a man grasping at straws to find anything to pull himself back on track. Celes gave him a forced and nervous smile.
”Can we forget this ever happened? Please?” She looked away, biting her tongue. ”I’d certainly like to forget it.”
Between her magic and the potion, she felt better. Much better, but the residual pain and blood loss still made her dizzy in a subtle way that barely touched at her consciousness. Why hadn’t she used a curaga? Because she hadn’t thought she’d needed it, she supposed, and she didn’t. Not really when she didn’t expect anything else from the day but to slink home, rest, and pretend she hadn’t just embarrassed herself. Still, it would have been worth the extra effort not to seem to weak in front of a stranger.
”Well. Good luck, I guess. This world it’s...Well, it’s easy to get lost in. I know that better than anyone.” She pushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear. It was even easier to lose those you cared about. ”Maybe I’ll see you again.”
Deep down, she hoped not. Not after that shameful display, and he seemed like just the right amount of hard-headed and oblivious that didn’t mesh quite well with her. Still, a familiar face was better than an unfamiliar one, and she doubted she’d lose anything from another meeting.
Still, she couldn’t help a sense of revulsion at her own impulsive actions. Had she been completely out of line or had his unbelievable ignorance been the cause of it all? She didn’t know and that was the worst part of all.
”Goodbye then. I can get back by myself.” She glanced at him one final time before sighing and crossing her arms. ”And...thanks, I guess. For the potion.” She left then with a feeling both of anxiety and shame. There was something about Caius that she couldn’t quite pin down -- something brash and casual and completely impossible for her to understand. It sets her nerves on edge, wondering what he was thinking. Maybe they were just from too different of environments. Maybe her own experiences had done something to her that she couldn’t take back.
As she turned the street corner, her stomach twisted with revulsion -- though for who she couldn’t say.
