EnarrA goofy smile crossed Leon's face when Aeria mentioned that she owned a journal, her voice giving away how difficult it was for her to share that with him. Leon said nothing further as he helped her up to her feet, noticing she seemed a bit light headed as she closed her eyes. In the moment of distraction, a figure bumped into his shoulder and as he stumbled backward and dropped onto a seat next to him, he saw a flurry of red hair suddenly drop to the ground. In usual fashion, Leon cocked an eyebrow at the girl, using his ability to quickly figure out what her deal was. "That can't be overly useful," he muttered after realizing that she had a mutation that gave her thermal vision. Which was nice and all, but it took away her regular vision. Two steps forward, three steps back. His mental monologuing was cut short by the sight of something dropping from Aeria's pocket.
A small locket with a equally small picture. Leon leaned down and snatched the locket up, snapping the locket shut between his pointer and thumb. Spying on Aeria's personal life wasn't particularly high on his list, though he couldn't help but notice that the picture was of a boy with hair similar to Aeria's. A rather unusual hair colour clued him in that the boy was probably a sibling of hers, possibly a non-mutant who was left behind. Leon wouldn't press that button. If she wanted to talk about whoever was in the locket, eventually she would. At least, that's what Leon figured.
His thoughts were put aside as a fresh voice and an unfamiliar hand were directed at him. "Ah, cheers." he said softly, taking her hand and taking a stand once more. "Don't worry about it," Leon shrugged. He reached out with his right hand and gave Aeria a nudge in the wrist before putting his hand on hers for a moment, returning her locket. "You dropped that," he said before offering the other girl his hand, expecting to shake it. "Name's Leon, this is Aeria," Leon said to the new girl, giving a nod to Aeria when he said her name.
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"It's easy to still smile," Leon said, sitting up now, putting a hand on Aeria's shoulder as he did so. "You can learn a lot from staring into the abyss. It changed the way I look at most things. I still hide things, like my scars, and when I feel weak I usually avoid other people, but I try my best to enjoy life and the people around me." Leon shrugged, dropping his hand from her shoulder. His eyes left her as he looked around the car, noticing the ever dwindling number of people. "We should probably take off soon, I'm sure bug boy is eagerly waiting with Tollnak for us and we shouldn't keep 'em waiting too long, should we?" Leon started to stand up, giving a quick check over his clothing, making sure everything was in shape and his scars were all concealed once again.
"You know, it wouldn't be so bad to let people in sometimes. It'll make you a lot happier," Leon stepped out into the aisle of the train, remembering the journal he left in his seat. "If you think it'd help, I recommend you get one of these," Leon said softly as he reached across her and grabbed his journal, tucking it back between his arm. "Unless there's anything else you wanna chat about, let's jet." He said, offering her a hand to get up. In truth, he didn't want to leave just yet, but it would be rude to leave Tollnak alone much longer. There'd be plenty of time to chat in the future anyway, Leon figured. Though with a leader like Shigganeth, the future was an uncertain beast.
"You know, it wouldn't be so bad to let people in sometimes. It'll make you a lot happier," Leon stepped out into the aisle of the train, remembering the journal he left in his seat. "If you think it'd help, I recommend you get one of these," Leon said softly as he reached across her and grabbed his journal, tucking it back between his arm. "Unless there's anything else you wanna chat about, let's jet." He said, offering her a hand to get up. In truth, he didn't want to leave just yet, but it would be rude to leave Tollnak alone much longer. There'd be plenty of time to chat in the future anyway, Leon figured. Though with a leader like Shigganeth, the future was an uncertain beast.
A question Gyrin's more equipped to answer, but I'd say that they're at different train stations.
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I told ya, you're always welcome back!
PM me and we'll talk about getting you back into the game, ja?
I told ya, you're always welcome back!
PM me and we'll talk about getting you back into the game, ja?
Brasslazer said
Ya, Alan isn't going to have any friends, is he...
Well, he's certainly not the nicest mutant in town, which isn't doing much in his favor.
His smile never left as Aeria went about helping him put on his cuff-link. He watched her in silence as she fiddled with his wrist, the scent of vanilla greeting his senses once again. "I don't think I could get sick of that scent," he mumbled, sinking slightly into his seat as he allowed himself to relax some. He hadn't scared her off with his appearance, though he also had not shared much. Still, it had been nice to share something. When she asked him "What happened," he paused for a moment, putting the glove back onto his hand. A long sigh dragged out of his lips as he wrung his hands together. "It's not a real pretty story," Leon said, flashing her a dreary smile, "but you asked. No backing out now!"
"Around six years ago I started working in the food distribution center. I was part of the group that would butcher meat and send it off to be sold. There were a lot of us there, plenty of older guys, people who've been working with their hands their entire lives, people who're veterans with knives. We got along pretty well at first. I worked my ass off and they appreciated it. I wasn't paying attention one day and cut my hand open and didn't think twice about healing it. Word got out and spread like a wildfire. Apparently one of the worker's kids got killed by a guy with a mutation that let set people on fire or something. Guy wanted to take out his anger, I was there, and I wasn't able to fight back. A few guys held me down and..." Leon brought a finger up to his ear, then down to his collar, which he pulled slightly, flashing the beginning of a scar across his throat. "My arm was hacked off, my throat slit, and well... There's a reason I dress like this. That was back when I was unable to create shields, back when I could only heal myself. My mutation hadn't really developed yet, so I did an awful patchwork job putting myself together. I'm still working on fixing things, like the dead nerves in my arm. A couple of months ago, I was still a mute."
The yelling of bug boy could be heard across the entire train, him going off about smelling vanilla. Tollnak pulled the kid aside, not that it did much good. Bug boy was not the type to quiet down easily, not that this was much of a surprise to anyone on the train. "Ya'know, I've gotten pretty good at working with vocal cords," Leon rubbed his throat for a moment, an eyebrow raising as he looked toward the direction of the bug boy's yelling, "I can't imagine if it would be all that difficult to take away the gift of speech." A slight smirk crawled across his face and he put on Aeria's forearm, "Thanks for being listening, Aerira. I appreciate it, I really do. If you don't mind, could I ask you a question though?" Leon hesitated, fearful of putting her off, "Why do you try so hard to hide your emotions? You have a wonderful smile and it's not fair to keep it to yourself!"
"Around six years ago I started working in the food distribution center. I was part of the group that would butcher meat and send it off to be sold. There were a lot of us there, plenty of older guys, people who've been working with their hands their entire lives, people who're veterans with knives. We got along pretty well at first. I worked my ass off and they appreciated it. I wasn't paying attention one day and cut my hand open and didn't think twice about healing it. Word got out and spread like a wildfire. Apparently one of the worker's kids got killed by a guy with a mutation that let set people on fire or something. Guy wanted to take out his anger, I was there, and I wasn't able to fight back. A few guys held me down and..." Leon brought a finger up to his ear, then down to his collar, which he pulled slightly, flashing the beginning of a scar across his throat. "My arm was hacked off, my throat slit, and well... There's a reason I dress like this. That was back when I was unable to create shields, back when I could only heal myself. My mutation hadn't really developed yet, so I did an awful patchwork job putting myself together. I'm still working on fixing things, like the dead nerves in my arm. A couple of months ago, I was still a mute."
The yelling of bug boy could be heard across the entire train, him going off about smelling vanilla. Tollnak pulled the kid aside, not that it did much good. Bug boy was not the type to quiet down easily, not that this was much of a surprise to anyone on the train. "Ya'know, I've gotten pretty good at working with vocal cords," Leon rubbed his throat for a moment, an eyebrow raising as he looked toward the direction of the bug boy's yelling, "I can't imagine if it would be all that difficult to take away the gift of speech." A slight smirk crawled across his face and he put on Aeria's forearm, "Thanks for being listening, Aerira. I appreciate it, I really do. If you don't mind, could I ask you a question though?" Leon hesitated, fearful of putting her off, "Why do you try so hard to hide your emotions? You have a wonderful smile and it's not fair to keep it to yourself!"
If you want to get back into the rp, pm me with any questions you have and, if necessarily I'll give ya a tl;dr of what's gone down.
"Don't worry," Leon said plainly without avert his gaze from his journal. It was densely filled with scribblings which looked like a bizarre hybrid of Cyrillic and Norwegian. He signed the bottom of the page Leon Osiris Roth. When he looked up, he greeted Aeria with a warm smile. "I swear, I'm not going to attack you or anything. I just want to explain what you saw and ask your for a favor. Pinkie promise and all that."
Leon hopped off the table and took an empty seat, waving her over. It was less likely to draw attention if he were to explain things here. "So..." Leon started, taking off his gloves slowly. He took the time to undo his cuff-links and rolled back his sleeves slightly, all with his right hand, revealing a deep scar running from along the center of his left wrist, a circular scar going around his right forearm. "They don't stop there either, but it'd be rude to take off my shirt in front of a girl I hardly know. Though there is.." Leon brought a hand up to his long golden hair, pulling aside his hair enough to show his right ear. The top half of it missing completely. "Anyways... with you being the first person ever to see any of my scars, I just felt like I should say something. I just don't want it to get out that I'm covered in scars, or how I'm missing part of my one of my ears, or that my left arm is paralyzed. I mean, if I can't properly heal myself, how can anyone trust in me to heal them?" Leon adjusted himself in his seat and leaned forward slightly, his elbows pressing into his knees.
"Sorry to lay all this onto you, really." Leon said with a sigh, "And sorry to put you on your guard." Leon sat up slightly, beginning to unroll his sleeves. He slid the cuff-link that resembled a rod with a snake wrapped tightly around it into his left sleeve and pulled on his leather glove, concealing his hand once more. "If you have anything you want to say or any questions, please share. I won't be going anywhere for awhile," Leon quietly chuckled as he began the challenge of trying to get his cuff-link back into his right sleeve, not having a left hand to take care of the job.
Leon hopped off the table and took an empty seat, waving her over. It was less likely to draw attention if he were to explain things here. "So..." Leon started, taking off his gloves slowly. He took the time to undo his cuff-links and rolled back his sleeves slightly, all with his right hand, revealing a deep scar running from along the center of his left wrist, a circular scar going around his right forearm. "They don't stop there either, but it'd be rude to take off my shirt in front of a girl I hardly know. Though there is.." Leon brought a hand up to his long golden hair, pulling aside his hair enough to show his right ear. The top half of it missing completely. "Anyways... with you being the first person ever to see any of my scars, I just felt like I should say something. I just don't want it to get out that I'm covered in scars, or how I'm missing part of my one of my ears, or that my left arm is paralyzed. I mean, if I can't properly heal myself, how can anyone trust in me to heal them?" Leon adjusted himself in his seat and leaned forward slightly, his elbows pressing into his knees.
"Sorry to lay all this onto you, really." Leon said with a sigh, "And sorry to put you on your guard." Leon sat up slightly, beginning to unroll his sleeves. He slid the cuff-link that resembled a rod with a snake wrapped tightly around it into his left sleeve and pulled on his leather glove, concealing his hand once more. "If you have anything you want to say or any questions, please share. I won't be going anywhere for awhile," Leon quietly chuckled as he began the challenge of trying to get his cuff-link back into his right sleeve, not having a left hand to take care of the job.
Jax dug his heels into the horse's side, the beast breaking into a gallop. Jax wondered if he should speak to the woman, he had yet to even hear her name. Nor had he actually introduced himself beyond the honorific of being the second son to the king. Perhaps making one another at least remotely familiar would make this ride more bearable, probably not, but it was worth a shot wasn't it? The inn was beginning to meld into the horizon as they rode along, the sun just reaching its apex for the day, marking that there was still half a day worth of riding to be had. If Jax rushed and rode from dawn till dusk every day, they would reach castle Reinhardt in just shy of a week. Or so he guessed. It had been awhile since he took his leave and his path was not exactly linear.
"The name's Jax," he said after they had been riding for nearly half an hour, the silence finally beginning to get under his skin. "My apologies for being rather... brash earlier." He went on, giving a glance behind him to make sure the girl was still, in fact, riding right behind him, "I'm a soldier, not a diplomat. So those kind of situations aren't my forte." Jax wondered what the girl would say to him, if she would even respond to him. He couldn't blame her if she didn't. It was difficult enough to be picked up by a lackey of the king and be hauled off. The lackey trying to make small talk would only make things less uncomfortable, Jax thought with a thin grimace.
"The name's Jax," he said after they had been riding for nearly half an hour, the silence finally beginning to get under his skin. "My apologies for being rather... brash earlier." He went on, giving a glance behind him to make sure the girl was still, in fact, riding right behind him, "I'm a soldier, not a diplomat. So those kind of situations aren't my forte." Jax wondered what the girl would say to him, if she would even respond to him. He couldn't blame her if she didn't. It was difficult enough to be picked up by a lackey of the king and be hauled off. The lackey trying to make small talk would only make things less uncomfortable, Jax thought with a thin grimace.
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