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@Against This Wanna do a collab post? since Leon and Argent are going to be partners they should have some interaction before initiation


I can get behind that message. I may even be able yo use my laptop even!

When are you available?
I can still only use my phone for internet and it really doesn't play nice with TitanPad. I'll still try to get a post up for this round by tonight though.
Yeah, I apologize for the stupid late notice folks, but I've moved in with some friends of mine and don't have access to internet on my laptop yet. I promise my post times will be more reasonable within the week.
Oi! @KiltmanBagz and @Madninja324!

When will you folks be free for a collab today?
@Against This What do you say to a collab post for round three?


Sounds groovy. Do you want Argent to stumble in on Leon and Cinis?
Leon and Cinis


There were definitely words being spoken. Of that, Leon was certain. And they even seemed to be directed at him. "...And flying is still statistically the safest way to travel," he heard and took almost immediate offense to. How could you possibly be safe in a glorified death trap hurtling through the sky?

He didn't have time to express this thought of his, as there was a piece of candy being offered to him. "Errrr, thanks?" he said, with a confounded look on his face. Taking the piece of ginger candy, he looked at the black haired individual before him. "I'm Leon," he offered. "And I'm usually not this... How do you say?" he paused, reaching for the right word. "Oh yeah, Wimpy."

Cinis nodded approval as the young man took her offered piece of candy. She took out a piece herself and popped it into her mouth. While flying had never bothered her much on an emotional level, motion sickness was no respector of person. She had learned to deal with it, but always kept a bag of the stomach soothing snacks with her. A bumpy ride and a rather undignified travel experance were always in the cards.

"Cinis, and I'd rather hope not, or else I would begin to question the schools standards for admission." she responded simply, returning her focus mostly back to her blade. "Safe as it may be, flying is not for everyone. No shame in that."

A small grin crept into Leon's nauseous expression. No-nonsense people like Cinis would always have a soft spot in his heart, as it reminded him all too much of what his dad was like. And of course, that also meant that he was prone to irritate such people. Generally this was a natural consequence rather than a conscious choice.

Sucking on the candy was already proving to be a great help, but talking was helping his nerves even more. Thus there was little to keep him from sitting next to Cinis and saying, "So if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up on this rust bucket?'

Cinis had to resist the urdge to grimace as the lad took a seat next to her. She hadn't meant her kind offering to be an invitation to conversation. She had simply wanted to prevent him from getting them both covered in vomit. Why couldn't the interaction have ended with 'thanks' 'your welcome' and he could have gone off and left her to her sword and thoughts. She bit back that knee jerk response, she was somewhat interested in making better first impressions and she had been the one to start the conversation.

"Kind of a big question, all things considered." she responded carefully, starting to polish the blade after putting the wetstone away. If he was going to insist on speaking with her least she could do was put away the blade. "Simple answer would be that I went to Sanctum, graduated, then came here. Wasn't exactly intersted in staying at home." She gave him a slightly warning glance as she finished up polishing the gladius and added "The longer answer is off limits."

Leon noticed the deliberately vague word choice Cinis had used. Noticed the glare that practically screamed, "Tread carefully." And of course, he heard her saying that he would be getting no more out of her. The full blown smile on his face made it clear that he understood all of that, but would be having none of it if he had a say. The former sailor simply wasn't the type to let such an interesting development slip through his fingers.

"Now that sounds like an interesting story," he said, scratching his chin contemplatively. "Let me guess, you're on the run from the law and this your attempt at a new life. Or better yet, you're a princess who had to flee home because your evil uncle took over the kingdom. I've got a load of these, just tell me when I get it right."

Cinis took a deep breath and closed her eyes as Leon clearly didn't take her hint to lay off that topic. She promised herself that she wouldn't bloody her nice and clean sword so soon after finishing her maintance on it. Though as the word 'princess' and 'on the run' came up she flinched a little bit. The former word had been a somewhat common one used as a derogitory term by students at Sanctum who had the guts to try and start things with her given her old family and big money heritage. The latter had been what her father had called her going off to beacon. 'running away'.

The flinch caused her hand to slip as it was finishing up polishing the blade, her thumb caught the edge and she gasped a bit as she felt teh sting of the gladius biting into her flesh. She jerked her hand back shakeing it out and brifely putting the thumb in her mouth out of reflex and shot Leon a glare. When she pulled her thumb out the cut was already gone and when Cinis opened her mouth something rather like a small puff of smoke with bits of ash came out with her words. "I've never been to found of Guessing Games Leon. How about you tell me a little about yourself instead." her words were a little cliped and laced with a warning tone.

Head tilted, Leon knew better than to keep pushing his luck. Cinis might be able to recover from a thumb prick, but he sorely doubted his ability to come back from a sword to the kidneys. Besides, it was obvious that he had struck a nerve, but not an entertaining one that he cared to keep prodding. Being obnoxious was one thing, but it was quite another to bring up painful memories.

None of this thinking showed on his expression though, as he merely shrugged nonchalantly and complied. "That's a shame, I'm awfully good at it I hear. But we shall have it your way." There was a brief pause as he gathered his thoughts. "Whelp, I was born to a sailor, raised a sailor, dreamed of sailing, but am now on my way to be a hunter." If he was to be honest with himself, there was still a large part of him that missed the sea greatly, so it was unsurpring that a wistful tone slipped into his voice without permission.

"But believe me," he said, his voice normal and a smirk out in full force, "Even the full story is pretty boring."

Cinis cleaned off the little bit of blood from her blade before final putting it away in its oddly shaped sheath. The item more like a tool box in overall size and shape. She gave Leon a nod, not so much of thanks for dropping the subject as she was not exactly in a grateful mood after being made to cut her finger and think of unpleasant things, but one of application at least.

As he stated a story that rivaled her own in terms of no real details she couldn't help but quirk a brow and give him a somewhat skeptical look. She leaned back a little in her seat, crossed her legs and without a word gestured for him to continue.

There was still a nauseous tinge to his expression, but it couldn't keep Leon's smile at bay. "Pretty annoying when they leave all the fun bits out, huh?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows at her. "It really isn't an unusual story, and I know you're not interested in the boring details,", he gestured at her weapon to accentuate his point. "But have you ever had a moment where you realize that you could be doing so much more? Like you just got smacked upside the head by a sense of purpose?" Leon unconsciouly grabbed a hold of his scarf. It was the one constant reminder he had of his life on the seas.

Cinis couldn't help but roll her eyes as he called her out on keeping her story details to her self. But turn about was fair play, so they always said. "Point taken, but my story is still my own. Maybe you'll hear it anouther time but not on the first meeting."

As he went on, her expresion went a bit distant, a calm comprhension of his statment glinted in her eyes. Her hand settled on the hilt of her blade, fingers wraping around the gripping firmly; the cool feeling familare, comfertable, and reasuring to her. "Yeah...I think I know what your talking about."
I rather like the natural partnering system myself, but don't truly mind either way. And just a heads up, Bagz and I have a collab pretty much done, I was just a door knob and wasn't available today to finish it.
I actually just remembered that Phantom. Do you have some time on your hands @KiltmanBagz?
Meant to do more than just repost my intro from the first one, but events seemed to have conspired against me today. I promise the next one will be much more fleshed out.
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