Once again my reading skills are failing me...
Is anyone entering Ignori other than Lemons and I? With Mira saying that she wants to join Sabore but bringing up Ignori I'm not sure if it's a typo or her just doing what her character does.
Sorry, English isn't exactly my strongest skill...
Edit: Never mind ignore this I'm dumb.
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Lemons said
Gavin sighed. "Well, yes, but there wasn't much metal to work, and I actually made most of my money from being a street performer. It's amazing how much money somebody will pay to see a blob of cold liquid metal jump around like some sort of insane frog. It was pretty easy too, and—hang on, what's that? The pattern on your hand, what is it?"It appeared to be some sort of intricate spiral tattoo, done in red and orange ink. There was no discernible meaning to it. Perhaps a status symbol of some sort? His mind branched out to the many things that it could've meant, and as he waited for his answer, he wondered what the ink was made of. Most of the tattoo ink out there had some sort of ferrous component, which would be useful to know about if he needed some sort of distraction in a tight spot. His eyes followed the spirals up to her wrist, where it disappeared behind her sleeve, presumably continuing up her arm. He looked up at her curiously."
"This?" Sylvia said while removing an apparent splinter from
her hand.
She turned around and leaned on the edge of Gavin's seat, removing her jacket to show both a white T-shirt with the small words, 'Faith is the world's best joke, and it's sad because so many people fall for it,' and an intricate tribal tattoo that stretched from her right hand to her shoulder and across her upper chest.
The spiral on her hand was apparently the tail to some great bird, which looked as though it was falling out of the sky. There was an arrow lodged in its neck, with a bit of blood at the point of the wound. Enscribed in small calligraphy by the Phoenix's throat were the words, 'Nihil sit ut vivat in aeternum'
"I got this when I reached that point in my life when bad things started happening, and good people started getting hurt. Particularly, my brother. Unexpected, I know, I got upset when was killed." Here, Sylvia's playful, sarcastic tone was exchanged for one of exhaustion. "He always thought that he'd live forever, you see, he was at a point in his life where he thought that nothing bad could happen. Then he died. So, yeah, the situation is pretty self explanatory. The Phoenix, this mythical immortal bird, thinking it is invulnerable, is shot down by something as simple as an arrow for its ignorance to the harsh realities of the world. It had grown to believe that there would always be second chances. But you need to earn second chances, they don't just come naturally. The Phoenix grew lazy, always knowing that if trouble came to it no harm would be befallen. Therefor the Phoenix lost its privilege, having stopped earning its immortality. This is two things to me. It is my personal reminder to never get comfortable, and my message to the world to watch its back, because trust is a dangerous thing."
Sylvia sighed, flicking the splinter off somewhere onto the floor of the train.
Must've gotten it before I arrived here. Weird.
"The farther you think you are from death, the easier it is for it to sneak up right behind you."
Sylvia thought about Gavin for a moment, and looked up to him, saying, "You know, boy," she chuckled, no longer speaking with malevolence but teasing him, "You can call me Eve if you want."
This boy was beginning to irritate Sylvia even more. They had entirely different morals and mindsets regarding everything they'd talked about thus far. But right now, 'Evelyn' needed an ally in this place.
"Respects are meant to be paid to the living, the dead can't hear you." Sylvia sighed, disappointed with herself. "But it matters little." She returned to her casual position, leaning on the beam. "Why are we arguing, you of all people should understand the importance of having an ally during a crisis." Sylvia removed a glove, tending to an itch and revealing a wisp of red and orange ink that spun in spiral patterns on her hand up to her sleeve.
"Anyway, seeing as family is a touchy issue, let's talk about what you used to do. What were you, a metalworker?"
Sylvia's hand was really bothering her now, she scratched almost as intently as she listened.
"Respects are meant to be paid to the living, the dead can't hear you." Sylvia sighed, disappointed with herself. "But it matters little." She returned to her casual position, leaning on the beam. "Why are we arguing, you of all people should understand the importance of having an ally during a crisis." Sylvia removed a glove, tending to an itch and revealing a wisp of red and orange ink that spun in spiral patterns on her hand up to her sleeve.
"Anyway, seeing as family is a touchy issue, let's talk about what you used to do. What were you, a metalworker?"
Sylvia's hand was really bothering her now, she scratched almost as intently as she listened.
"Ever the charmer, aren't you?" Sylvia regained her stiff, distrustful stance and put her free hand in her jacket pocket.
"How I answer depends on what you want to hear. Inevitably, you're going to say you want to hear the truth, so I will answer by saying that I'd like to learn as much about you as I can so as to have information that I can apply to future situations. For example," Sylvia took on a sardonic, almost menacing tone. "I now know that you are emotionally weak, being all upset over not being able to go to your sister's funeral. And here I was beginning to like you. You know, there are harder things in the world than not being privileged enough to go to someone's funeral."
Sylvia began to redden, her volume increasing, her gesticulations becoming more violent, though she was still making sure to avoid attention from others.
" Some people have to watch as their sibling is stabbed for trying to protect them. Some people have the pleasure of being able to watch their only sibling's bloodied corpse thrown into a filthy lake, in an effort to, 'hide the evidence'. Some people end up being despised by their parents, because they end up being blamed for their sibling going missing. Some people's sibling never get a funeral!"
Sylvia was losing her sense of tact.
"How do you think that would make me-" Sylvia caught herself. "some people feel, knowing that people like you are mourning your sister who was at least honored after her death, and then you have the audacity to question someone when they just ask a simple question?"
Sensing her failure to maintain her often tranquil nature, Sylvia sighed in disappointment. She returned to her quiet, sarcastic tone of voice.
"Anything else you'd like to share, or am I too suspicious to be trusted with the valuable information about your family?"
"How I answer depends on what you want to hear. Inevitably, you're going to say you want to hear the truth, so I will answer by saying that I'd like to learn as much about you as I can so as to have information that I can apply to future situations. For example," Sylvia took on a sardonic, almost menacing tone. "I now know that you are emotionally weak, being all upset over not being able to go to your sister's funeral. And here I was beginning to like you. You know, there are harder things in the world than not being privileged enough to go to someone's funeral."
Sylvia began to redden, her volume increasing, her gesticulations becoming more violent, though she was still making sure to avoid attention from others.
" Some people have to watch as their sibling is stabbed for trying to protect them. Some people have the pleasure of being able to watch their only sibling's bloodied corpse thrown into a filthy lake, in an effort to, 'hide the evidence'. Some people end up being despised by their parents, because they end up being blamed for their sibling going missing. Some people's sibling never get a funeral!"
Sylvia was losing her sense of tact.
"How do you think that would make me-" Sylvia caught herself. "some people feel, knowing that people like you are mourning your sister who was at least honored after her death, and then you have the audacity to question someone when they just ask a simple question?"
Sensing her failure to maintain her often tranquil nature, Sylvia sighed in disappointment. She returned to her quiet, sarcastic tone of voice.
"Anything else you'd like to share, or am I too suspicious to be trusted with the valuable information about your family?"
Sylvia chuckled lightly.
Yeah, they'll vaporize us... You're interesting Gavin, I'll give you that. Some mix between a paranoid child and a tipsy adult. This relationship is going to be interesting all right. I guess it'd do me good to have someone keeping me on my toes for some impending alien incursion or whatever crazy theory you're bound to come up with.
Sylvia turned to Gavin as though to say something, then instead began to focus on his bracelet.
I wonder if that bracelet's worth anything... There's bound to be a pawn shop of some sort wherever we're going.
But it seems to being him joy.
Caught in a moral dilemna, Sylvia sighed and decided that it would be better not to try something stupid given the great risk involved for such little reward.
At least, for now.
"So, tell me about your family."
Yeah, they'll vaporize us... You're interesting Gavin, I'll give you that. Some mix between a paranoid child and a tipsy adult. This relationship is going to be interesting all right. I guess it'd do me good to have someone keeping me on my toes for some impending alien incursion or whatever crazy theory you're bound to come up with.
Sylvia turned to Gavin as though to say something, then instead began to focus on his bracelet.
I wonder if that bracelet's worth anything... There's bound to be a pawn shop of some sort wherever we're going.
But it seems to being him joy.
Caught in a moral dilemna, Sylvia sighed and decided that it would be better not to try something stupid given the great risk involved for such little reward.
At least, for now.
"So, tell me about your family."
Lemons said
Gavin stared into her eyes as he took her hand and shook it, and one fact instantly became clear in his mind. Outwardly, though, he made no movement to betray his conviction. "Nice to meet you as well, Evelyn, though I wish we could've done so on better circumstances. Really though, what's with these freaky aliens anyway? They're acting like we should just obey them without question." His eyes once again narrowed, something he tended to do quite often. "I don't know about them. There's something not quite right about all this, and I mean to find out what it is. Who knows, maybe I'll even run into that kid again." He shook his head to clear the thoughts."So, what are you here for? What's your little quirk?" He reached out and touched the steel pole she was grasping, twisting it into a spiral. "I think mine is pretty evident."
Sylvia flinched seeing this, and feeling threatened instinctively reached into her pocket only to pull out the coin. After a moment to collect herself, Sylvia blushed slightly and put the slice of silver away. She also reclaimed her glove, which had become snagged on the twisting pattern of the pole, concealing the end of a tattoo which appears to run up her arm.
Of all the days to not have a knife...
"Well, a few points to address. First and foremost I have to ask if you're xenophobic. An odd question I know, and poorly inserted into the conversation, but these 'aliens' aren't freaky." Sylvia could feel a tirade on the nature of racial judgement coming on. "They're no 'freakier' than you are, they're just different. How do you think you seem to them? I mean..." Sylvia stopped herself before making a scene.
"Anyway, I see no harm in obeying them. If we don't, bad things happen. If we do, bad things might happen. You can see where I'm going with this." Sylvia shifted to a more comfortable position, reaching out for and leaning on the metal beam. "Whatever, we can discuss the grand nature of our situation later, right now I'd just like to know what's so fascinating about my eyes, after all, you haven't even seen their trick yet"
Sylvia gestured towards her grey eyes. She then blinked once, then twice, restoring the vivid green to her irises.
"I see what you see. Also, I hear everything. Keep this in mind when you try to keep secrets from me, which you inevitably will. Any other questions or comments for the ride? We'll be here for a while presumably, and we're heading for the same district. May as well become acquainted."
Sylvia put on her listening face while she thought about how she would deal with this boy. He could be a valuable ally, but he could also be a threat to her. He did a poor job concealing his distrustful nature, but it mattered little.
It doesn't matter that he knows my lies as long as he doesn't know the truth
Irritated with the sudden change in control of the conversation, Sylvia though of how to respond. She took hold of one of the poles on the train to balance herself.
Does this "Gavin" merit my trust? No, no it's much too soon to trust anyone, much less this one. But I can't just ignore his questions...
Sylvia impulsively started twirling her coin in between her fingers.
He's clever. I need to deal with this in a way that only I get the information I need, it'd be too dangerous to trust this one right away. How am I going to do this?
Sylvia realized that her time was running short, she had to answer now. "Well then, boy, " she said with spite, "You'll have to earn the respect that comes with a name. I was just wondering why, oh I don't know, in the middle of whatever you want to call this, you're chasing someone who was trying to hide their face. Understandable, no? Oh and as for my name," Sylvia paused for a moment, and then with the slightest hint of a smirk said, "Evelyn. Nice to meet you."
Sylvia stopped twirling her coin and held it in a fist for a moment before putting it away and out stretching her newly freed hand to this "Gavin"
Does this "Gavin" merit my trust? No, no it's much too soon to trust anyone, much less this one. But I can't just ignore his questions...
Sylvia impulsively started twirling her coin in between her fingers.
He's clever. I need to deal with this in a way that only I get the information I need, it'd be too dangerous to trust this one right away. How am I going to do this?
Sylvia realized that her time was running short, she had to answer now. "Well then, boy, " she said with spite, "You'll have to earn the respect that comes with a name. I was just wondering why, oh I don't know, in the middle of whatever you want to call this, you're chasing someone who was trying to hide their face. Understandable, no? Oh and as for my name," Sylvia paused for a moment, and then with the slightest hint of a smirk said, "Evelyn. Nice to meet you."
Sylvia stopped twirling her coin and held it in a fist for a moment before putting it away and out stretching her newly freed hand to this "Gavin"
Lemons said
Gavin jerked his head up in surprise, staring at the belligerent young woman in front of him. His eyebrows funneled into an confused line. "It was an accident. I don't see why you have to make such a big deal of it. Did I break a bone or something?"His agitation reflected almost unconsciously on his wrist, the metal pooling into a single piece and slithering down into his hand, where it formed itself into an intricate knife. He held it loosely, letting it relax him somewhat as he looked up at her. "Although, if you really want to consider it a problem, I wanted to get a seat on the train. I don't particularly enjoy standing in crowds, so I got here as fast as I could. That's it." He frowned. "Hang on, I feel like I recognize you from somewhere. Have we met?" His thoughts instantly jumped back to what he was doing before and he sighed."See, I was chasing this boy. I wanted to see why he was running, y'know? But he got on the Sabore train, so I never did get to talk to him. What about you? You talk to a blonde kid with blue eyes and a bandana around his face?"
Sylvia heard the sharp, distinct sound of metal hitting metal among the noise of the train and began to look about.
"No, I never spoke to the blonde boy. I know nothing of him. I was hoping you would shed some light on the subject, seeing as you were the one chasing him. Tell me, boy, why exactly were you chasing him. Were you attacking him? What do you know?"
She traced the sound to the knife newly formed in Gavin's hand. Instinctively she reached into her pocket as if to take hold of a weapon of her own. Sylvia had learned over the course of her life that even if she didn't have a weapon, he couldn't know that and would be more cautious as a result.
"I don't particularly enjoy it when someone pulls a knife on me. I'm sure you feel the same way. Now I advise you to put the knife away and answer my question."
Sylvia was slightly put off by the boy who had bumped into her.
"What the hell..." She was about to reprimand him when she recognized his face.
Oh, it's you. How convenient.
Sylvia approached the boy with the bracelet tactfully and observed him. Based on the way he was sitting, he was obviously an introvert. He had been running, so his thoughts are likely a bit scattered at the moment. Sylvia decided the best tactic would be to make him feel uncomfortable - to not give him the time to think.
With hostility in her voice Sylvia said, "Hey, boy, you just ran into me. What's your problem?" while approaching him malevolently.
"What the hell..." She was about to reprimand him when she recognized his face.
Oh, it's you. How convenient.
Sylvia approached the boy with the bracelet tactfully and observed him. Based on the way he was sitting, he was obviously an introvert. He had been running, so his thoughts are likely a bit scattered at the moment. Sylvia decided the best tactic would be to make him feel uncomfortable - to not give him the time to think.
With hostility in her voice Sylvia said, "Hey, boy, you just ran into me. What's your problem?" while approaching him malevolently.
Sylvia blinked, her eyes returning to their natural green. She was faced with the minor dilemna of either following the boy with the bandana to Sabore or choosing her own district. Sylvia thought to herself.
Sabore, the persistent. Not for me. Ellexkir, the curious scholars. Maybe... And then there's Ignori, the "eccentric." Could be interesting.
Sylvia reached into her pocket for a silver disk, which she flipped in the air.
Tails. Ignori it is.
Looking at the boy with the bandana one last time, Sylvia headed for the Ignori Holotrain.
Sabore, the persistent. Not for me. Ellexkir, the curious scholars. Maybe... And then there's Ignori, the "eccentric." Could be interesting.
Sylvia reached into her pocket for a silver disk, which she flipped in the air.
Tails. Ignori it is.
Looking at the boy with the bandana one last time, Sylvia headed for the Ignori Holotrain.
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