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Post by Zenos Galvus on Mar 25, 2024 12:03:17 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | 26 | 226x130 | M
This is the beast...
Provo was getting colder - but it still was quite a pleasant and mild climate when compared to the freezing temperatures of Garlemald. In this somehow sunny day, Zenos was roaming without a precise destination in mind, trying to escape the usual boredom. He had not received word about any jobs he could take as a mercenary, nor had he heard about monsters to slay at all. He would have even accepted to escort a merchant to the next city, to be fair, as he only wanted to do something. Anything at all. Had he been religious, he would have prayed for something to happen.
Some people were arguing, not far from him. He could hear their shouts, but could not bring himself to care. He looked in their direction for no reason in particular and went back to looking in front of him as soon as he saw the two men be separated from other people. He did not know, nor did he care, about the reason behind their argument, so he pressed on, resuming his silent stroll. He walked right past an inn and stopped. He had not bathed yesterday, had he? No, he had not. So he traced back his steps and entered the building, ignoring the few concerned looks sent in his direction. He took a room, bathed, and then rested for a little while, taking his time to polish and sharpen his scythe, before eating a warm meal and then heading out once again.
He started walking in a random direction once again, waiting for something to happen. But everything was so terribly dull and grey. Boring, boring, boring. Why did it all, always have to be so boring?
Provo, the busy streets, the crisp morning air, a deep breath inhaled, the clinking of chainmail as Yugiri began her own path through the streets, by some miracle she had found a way to communicate with the locals though some looked at her with trepidation, her to most monstrous appearence with her horns, scales and tail. Gil exchanged hands, luckily for the Shinobi the coins did not appear TOO different compared to the coins used in this town, meat filled buns in the young woman's hands. "Thank you, may the Kami smile upon you." Yugiri would bow her head to the merchant who only looked at her in confusion at the Shinobi's blessing, he did not have too long to question her, he blinked and she was gone in the crowd. A light breakfast as she passed through the streets, the sounds of the city were strange yet somehow relaxing to the young woman, a heated argument between two men nearby.
Slowly she came to realize that the conversations around her had died down, the two men dragged off to dispell the argument and deal with the unpleasentness perpetuated upon the public, however Yugiri's eyes locked onto one person....a ghost....a familiar specter. "B-by the Kami there's no way...." Yugiri would mutter to herself seeing a flash of familiar blond hair, a truly BORED expression, armor and Scythe. The young woman's jaw clenched, fists tightening, she began following at a distance, The more she watched his gait, watched his absolute disregard for everything around him, the more convinced she became. 'That explains everything, he's up to his tricks again.' Yugiri thought to herself, reaching down, behind her back, a clawed finger hoking into the loop of a Kunai. "ZENOS YAE GALVUS!" Yugiri would shout, her thick Hingan Accent may job a memory or two loose form the bored man, a hiss as steel flew through the air, a single Kunai to test the man's defense, if it truly was who she feared, he would have no issue fending off the lone knife!
As quickly as her voice belted out the name, Yugiri stepped aside, a phantom in the crowd, using the bystanders to mask her movements, her approach, So many memories, feelings bubbled to the surface, the shame first and foremost of her failed attempt to assassinate him in Yanxia, while she may not need to kill him here....she certainly had a score to settle at the very least, determine what his intentions were walking to brazenly, OPENLY through the streets! "Either this is the afterlife, or you yet somehow live, we have business, a score to settle tyrant!" Yugiri's voice would ring out from amongst the crowd, to a lesser opponent her tactic would create paranoia, a sense of her being everywhere yet nowhere at once....but the Shinobi were predictable to such a seasoned fighter he would know this trick well, if he cared to look past his boredom!
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 11, 2024 12:14:29 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | 26 | 226x130 | M
This is the beast...
He could feel something.
It was that kind of feeling, right behind the neck, that would make anyone think someone is looking their way. That irrational feeling of being observed. Point was, for Zenos it was never irrational - or better, never wrong. His instinct had always been that of a wild beast - always sharp, always ready to point his attention towards whatever interesting event, person or creature surrounded him. He pushed the feeling to a corner of his mind. What did he care about being followed? He knew full well he could handle anything, from a pickpocket to an assassin, with one swing or two from his blade.
A voice - a familiar voice - attracted his attention. The woman had called him by his full name, former title included. A Garlean perhaps? No, her accent was not garlean. Doman, more likely. But where had he heard her before? He did not have the time to think about it, as he instinctively detatched the scythe from his back to hit whatever object was flying towards him, making the item plant itself onto the ground. One glance was enough to identify it: it was a kunai. Doma it was, then.
He looked upon the crowd for a moment, then attached his scythe to his back once again. "If it is a fight you want, come hither. I have no business with cowards who hide among the crowd - not even the desire for my blade to cut through their flesh... And I hold no interest in the promise of a meaningless massacre. I have come to realize I find them..." he paused for a moment, looking for the right words, before settling on: "... Boring." As soon as he finished his sentence, he turned his back to the crowd. He could have simply cut the whole crowd in half with a few slashes, but where would the amusement be? He had learned to be more patient than that.
The Kunai had embedded harmlessly into the ground, the blade gleamed in the sunlight, the bite of the cold morning air beginning to give way to the sun as the morning proceeded on at a snails pace, the crown had slowed sensing hostilty, danger. Some began clearing out expecting trouble, others...truly had nothing better to do than stand by and watch. "You wish me to come out of the Shadows TYRANT? You may well wish you had chosen your words more carefully. I will NOT be embarassed by you AGAIN!" Yugiri's voice would continue to ring out from seemingly everywhere and no where though the seasoned fighter's eyes may have picked up the visage of the pale woman as she circled in his peripherals, the crowd she used as cover to move thinning out.
Yugiri clenched her teeth seeing Zeno's put away his weapon, he still viewed her as beneath him! Yugiri's anger began boiling, beneath the exterior calm she TRIED to present, leaking the venom into her voice. "NOW you tire of needless slaughter and massacres? Why did you not grow bored of it when you set eyes upon mine homeland? Mine people? No...I do not believe you capable of feeling apathy towards something you so reveled in once before." Yugiri spat, her Hingan accent unmistakable...Doman indeed!
The chill in the air only intensified...the Shinobi using her uncanny speed, attempting to dash in behind Zeno's back, a Kunai to be held at his throat, Scythe taken and tossed aside so he could not pose AS much of a threat. "I have not stopped training...since the day you embarassed me.....only twice have I known shame and both times it was YOUR family responsible for it! Today...I reclaim my honor!" Yugiri would hiss, she was in the open now...whether she had suceeded in her attempt to sneak attack or not, she was exposed...vulnerable and oh so enraged, easy to manipulate....if he so chose to attempt to do so.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 22, 2024 9:42:07 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
The woman would not leave him be. He swiftly picked up her trail with his gaze and pondered about her face. She was familiar, but where had he seen her? She called him a tyrant and told him he had embarrassed her before. And then things finally clicked into place - that futile attempt to assassinate him. He remembered the shinobi trying to catch him by surprise to take his life, together with his friend, after what had happened at Rhalgr’s Reach. He would have killed her, had others not intervened.
Lost in thought without listening to another of her words, he allowed the auri woman to detach and throw away his scythe before reacting in a flash: he did not counter her attack but simply took a firm grip on the woman’s kunai-wielding wrist, holding it tight enough to be sure it would hurt, possibly enough for her to be forced to drop her weapon, but not enough to snap her wristbones. Then he raised the hand that was holding her until he lifted her off the ground and brought her face to his height. He had not noticed nor cared, but most of the civilians around them had swiftly walked -or ran- away by then.
“I remember you, Doman.” he declared “You tried to take my life, twice, failing miserably in your weakness. If not for the intervention of that samurai and your other friends, you would have died by my hand.” He was talking about the attack, and about the help she received after failing her first attempt and trying a second, with the Warrior, Gosetsu, Alisaie and some villagers intervening to protect her. He did not remember their names, nor half of their faces, but he did remember the event itself. “And now you repeat the same mistake.”
He let her go, basically throwing her away to his side. “Tell me. Where is the honour in an attack from behind? Where is the honour in running into a fight without a plan, or the means to achieve your goal?” he asked. He did not even attempt to take his scythe back: instead, he crouched to take the woman’s kunai, be it the one she had just dropped if he had managed to force her to, or the one he had deflected and planted into the ground before.
“I am not interested in a fight against you. If you wish to try and kill me once again, it will yield the same reward it has before. But if you value your life, you will sheathe your weapons. We may talk, if you so wish. Or you can go, and I shall not follow you. Else, I can -and will- paint the streets red with your blood.” He did not flinch or change his expression in any way while saying these words. He only looked into her eyes, piercing into her soul with his icy gaze.
