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Fearon had come to radaint garden some time ago, he loved this place. It was so... well radiant, with hope that is. It's citizens had gone through a lot and they still came back and continued to rebuild.
Walking along Fearon was suddenly hit with a wave of thirstiness, luckily he saw a tavern not to far away. He walked toward it. Walking inside, the place was pretty quaint, the wood smelled of pine...somehow. Tables here and there. Now...what'd they have to drink?
Following after the twig of a kid who entered the bar was a man filled with a thirst. A man not to be messed with. A bald man with a dark past who came in to drink his troubles away.
Of course, he wasn't one to drink, and he never would be. He couldn't have anything impairing his judgment. Though he needed a distraction. Someone to listen to. Someone who he could talk with and then never have to deal with ever again. Nothing too close, just a one-night chat.
He noticed the shrimp standing in front of him. He'll do.
Lifting up the kid and placing him in a seat at the front bar, he sat next to him.
Fearon suddenly felt himself be lifted up and sat on a stool at the bar.
Order something. He suddenly heard. Well, he was planning on eventually anyway.
"Umm, okay how 'bout, some nice cool soda? Doesn't matter what." Fearon said, he didn't drink, he couldn't have been a slave to liquor, plus he had to keep himself healthy, and that included not killing his kidneys.
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Last Edit: Apr 8, 2009 17:24:37 GMT -4 by fearonaris
Xing motioned to the bartender and ordered. "Two ginger ales, on him."
The two bubbly drinks came out, each one with a frilly little paper parasol. Xing picked his up and tossed it behind him. He took a sip, placed the drink down, and looked to his acquaintance.
Xing glared at the young man, took a sip again, then scathingly responded. He wasn't fond of this kid's chipper attitude. Could've sworn it was a taunt, but he didn't want to make a scene. Not here, at least.
"What're you smiling at, huh? Besides, I asked for you to talk, not me. Now talk. I don't care what it's about. Anything'll do."
Post by fearonaris on Apr 19, 2009 19:58:29 GMT -4
((So sorry for the lateness, I'm used to my system alerting me to updated threads)
Fearon raised an eyebrow. This guy wasn't exactly the most pleasent type, sure sometimes Fearon could be just like this guy, but he liked to surround himself with people that were at least pleasent. He sighed. "Well, I'm not much for talking to people who won't answer." He said turning to his drink and taking another sip. Two can play this game he thought.
Post by fearonaris on Apr 19, 2009 20:35:22 GMT -4
Fearon sighed, and decided, whatever. If this guy wants Fearon to talk, then Fearon would do just that, he'd talk.
"Okay, well, my story is one of grief, pain, and misery. I grew up living the normal life of a kid who didn't know of heartless, nobodies, or heartless, playing basketball, and all that normal kid crap. Then one day, heartless appeared on my world, I first noticed when I awoke in the middle of the night. I watched as one by one my freinds had their hearts ripped from their bodies and became one with the darkness, even my parents. Well, I myself got out safely, and landed in traverse town where I met an old man. He taught me the art of Kendo. I lived with him for four years, killing heartless and training together. Then one day he bit off a little more than he could chew. He was attacked by about one hundred pretty powerful heartless at once. Well, needless to say he lost his heart. In a foolish blind rage a attacked the group, and my... ability awoke. I obliterated them. And now, I kill them, trying to avenge my parents and friends in a particuarly foolish effort." Fearon smiled looking into his drink. "But it's certainly fun." He looked to the man. "That enough talk for ya'."
As the young man talked, Xing subtly responded to different parts of the story with different expressions.
"Okay, well, my story is one of grief, pain, and misery. I grew up living the normal life of a kid who didn't know of heartless, nobodies, or heartless, playing basketball, and all that normal kid crap."
"Urgh..." So he thought he knew grief? He thought he knew pain? Give me a break. This kid probably hasn't seen half the shit I've done...
"Then one day, heartless appeared on my world, I first noticed when I awoke in the middle of the night. I watched as one by one my freinds had their hearts ripped from their bodies and became one with the darkness, even my parents."
"Urrrrrgh..." Keep your cool, Xing. You're not here to fight. For ONCE, you are not going to fight...Aw man, listening to this and staying calm is just...ARGH!
"Well, I myself got out safely, and landed in traverse town where I met an old man. He taught me the art of Kendo. I lived with him for four years, killing heartless and training together."
"*sigh*" Well, here's a welcome part of the story; The kind old man. If there's anything I can deal with in the slightest, it's wise old guys...
"Then one day he bit off a little more than he could chew. He was attacked by about one hundred pretty powerful heartless at once. Well, needless to say he lost his heart. In a foolish blind rage a attacked the group, and my... ability awoke."
"...Urgh..." Well, that's because your master was stupid. Stupid stupid STUPID! Dumb f*ck should've run...Then again...Would I have run? Probably not...but I wouldn't just perish like this old guy...
"I obliterated them. And now, I kill them, trying to avenge my parents and friends in a particuarly foolish effort. But it's certainly fun."
"..." Wait...why does this ending sound vaguely familiar?...
"That enough talk for ya'."
With a slight grunt, Xing downed the rest of his ginger ale, then placed the glass back on the table, indicating to the bartender for a refill. He then glanced back over to the kid and asked, "So...what can you do?"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 22, 2009 17:21:35 GMT -4
Fearon sighed, and looked away, remembering all the times he'd killed in his transformation. He sighed. "Well, nothing spectacular, but certainly deadly." He said, he'd not only killed a couple of friends in that brief flight of juggernaught power, but also human's. Human's with hearts, minds. They weighed upon his consciounce, he would never forget them. He sighed again. "Every now and then I transform into a dark creature, looks kinda like a neoshadow. Just more humanoid. Anyway, It.... it's deadly." He said.
Xing's eyes widened at the phrase, "dark creature", though he kept himself calm. He wasn't a leader, he didn't want to be part of the darkness, and if he was going to do something, he wouldn't have said such out loud. Besides, this kid was starting to sound more and more like Xing with every sentence.
The only difference, Xing thought, is that I'm not a pansy who mopes about it...
With the bartender refilling his drink, Xing turned his head to the young man and said, "Aw man, just grow a pair and deal with it." Now looking to the bartender, he said, "Get Twiggy here something stronger to drink, on him."
Post by fearonaris on Apr 22, 2009 21:23:01 GMT -4
Fearon cocked a brow, and waved the drink off. "No, sorry I don't drink anything incredibly strong." he sighed, and looked to the man. "Grow a pair? What do you mean by that?"
Ugh. Did he have to spell everything out for this guy?
Turning his head back to Twiggy, he replied. "What I mean is that you gotta quit moping about yourself. It's just whine, whine, whine with you! I mean, sure, bad shit might've happened in the past, but you've got more things to worry about than what you've done! You gotta move forward with your goal. If you spent half the time you did feeling so sorry 'bout yourself planning your next move, then maybe you'd be getting somewhere!"
Xing shut his mouth, turned his head, and took his now-refilled ginger ale and began to drink.
Post by fearonaris on Apr 23, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -4
Fearon looked away. Yeah, the guy was right, but... Fearon wasn't moping! Who said he was moping, or whining? The guy said to talk, and Fearon talked! That was all there was too it. He sighed, and looked over to the man. "I don't plan. I don't have goals. And I'm always like this thank you! I just go where ever fate takes me, okay. I'm not moping, around the right people, I'm actually very fun." Now he looked to his empty glass. "Got any soda?" he asked, realizing just how heavy his limbs felt. He needed caffine.