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Going? She was getting out of sight.
The problem with being marked is that there was this awful risk of being found by things you didn't want. Sinthia doubted much would happen here, but-- well, that was for another time, and for now, she needed some stress relief. What better way to do that than to find good hunting grounds? She was getting away from the cloying scent of electricity and people and places... Traverse was actually far larger than people gave credit. A world made up of fragments from other worlds that conglomerated in one spot. If she was correct, there was an old, unkempt field of sorts past Second that could be easily accessed from over the buildings and town walls.
Perfect hunting was always to be had there.
Guy in a black coat... For now, the werewolf ignored the implications.
"I hitch-hiked, as many would put it," Sinthia answered after a moment, rough voice quiet, shoving her way into Second District. People generally got out of her way-- tall and willowy as she was, she was still a force to be consider.
Setrio followed behind quickly, keeping his nonchalant attitude toward everything. His eyes roamed her in question Who is she? What is she? Why are these memories coming to a boil while I'm here? Before he could form another thought, another memory boiled to the surface, this one more vivid.
Scion walked down the colored and lively corridor and kept a nonchalant attitude toward the man leading him, a Judge. Scion knew from the armor and voice that the man he was following was Judge Ghis. The Judge Magister looked back and scoffed at Scion's attitude slightly "Must you walk and act like a rogue with no manners?" Scion chuckled at the man and replied simply "How can I deny what I truly am in my heart?" As they neared the grand doors to the throne room, Ghis cleared his throat and knocked. "General Scion of the Red Hand is here to see you!". A deep voice replied "We shall see him now." Scion entered just as Ghis was opening the door, leaving the old Judge with a gapping jaw in his helmet at his arrogance. the Emperor sat behind the desk and smiled at Scion, Waving his arms out to encompass the others judges standing around the table "Welcome Scion. If my guess is not mistaken then you have come rather late....trouble on the field?". Scion bowed to the Emperor and greeted him with another of his phrases, this one meaning 'You honor me', "Tsingu ma choba Emperor. I ask for your forgiveness on my tardiness, there were a few thieves i had to deal with that saw me as easy prey." The Emperor bade him to sit in the middle and began his lecture "Well now that all are attended for, let us begin this meeting. Firstly Rozaria is gathering a force to the south. Our spy's have told us they wish to ally with Rabinaster. they have already sent a small warning brigade at us. Scion....I want you to stop this brigade where it stands." Scion nodded and smiled "As it is said, so it shall be." The meeting progressed smoothly after that, all the Judges getting their own orders. Scion soon exited the room once the meeting was over and saw a familiar face, Birgette his best female soldier. She frowned at him and turned "I suppose we have new orders?" Scion walked up to her and set his hand on her shoulder as they began to walk back down the corridor "Afraid so....Looks like were going to be taking on a Rozarian detachment. Sounds fun doesn't it."
As the memory faded, Setrio realized he had his hand on Sinthia's shoulder as they walked. Shock and slight embarrassment hit him as he took his hand away and said a faint apology.
The hand earlier had stopped her, and she'd been standing for a few moments, look at the Nobody, frowning back. He's reached out and had looked rather puzzled. Or, well, as puzzled as one of his kind could get...
His expression, the way his brows had moved the slightest.
Frankly, Sinthia didn't often think of the past. There was always the here, the now.
But every now and then it caught up to her.
She shrugged it off as she paused, letting the doors to the district slide back shut and her eyes roamed that face for a split second, not entirely sure what the apology was for. His kind couldn't feel sorry.
Curious... that's what she was. Curious about the nature of Nobodies and how they worked. But who was she to push things? Knowing too much got you in trouble, and she was in enough of it already. And who ever said all of them were bad anyways?
Sinthia folded her thin arms, tilting her head to get hair out of her face, and quirked her normal brow in faint question.
Setrio just smiled like a boy who had tried to hide the fact he scared the chickens "Sorry...got caught up in a memory....dont ya just hate it when a dead man's memories cloud your mind?" he shrugged lightly and walked ahead of her, inspecting the area and feeling as if he was being watched by someone. he looked around to try and find the culprit then shook his head and looked to the sky somewhat sadly "Sucks to have everything borrowed...." He stated laughing honestly and kicked a can by his feet "Heck....every bloody thing I am is just borrowed....my face, my hair, the way I act and talk...Every bloody thing is just a remnant of who I was"
Setrio stopped and slumped visibly to the ground, another memory seizing his mind.
"Scion! We need you at the flank!" Scion rode over To Birgette and hacked one of the soldiers pinning her. "Need any help?" Birgette gave him a grin as they began picking away at the remaining survivors of the Rozarian brigade. It was noon and the sun was beating down on their back, sweat gliding down faces and off of weapons. The battle ended in a unanimous victory. Scion jumped off of his brown gelding and looked over the bodies "Well...we've accomplished the mission....shall we head back to Archadia and celebrate with drinks on me?" Krelzan roared his agreement with the plan as Gabriel shook his head at the stout muscled man's roar "sounds like a good way to celebrate but what about Birgette? Didn't you promise to take her to Bujherba for a night on the town?" Birgette stood next to Scion, her arms crossed and her brows furrowed in mild anger "Thats how I recall it...." Scion backed away from her slowly, his hands in front of himself to block of any punch she may throw at him "We will, we will! I tend not to forget a promise I make to a lady." Scion continued backing up, unaware of the body on the ground turning into a heartless. Gabriel had his blade out and held a hand out to Scion "Look ou-". Before the sentence could be finished, the Heartless's hand went through Scion. Scion stared down his chest at glowing heart that was held in the creatures hand. With his last breath he took out his belt knife and stabbed into the wrist of the hand. The heartless took his hand back and died swiftly at the end of Gabriel's blade. Scion's vision blurred and everything was dark and growing darker, The last thing he heard was Birgette's saddened wail.
Setrio was now laying on the ground shivering, his breath coming in shaky rasps.
Sinthia crouched down, inspecting-- scent, and a taste to it, almost. She could nearly taste the pain, and it flared up in her mind, almost, as it registered, as she looked around.
"Is he going to be alright?" someone from the crowd that had started to gather murmured.
Hm. This was growing complicated.
Rolling Setrio up to a sitting position, Sinthia pulled him so that an arm was over her slim shoulders and ducked into Second, making a slight dash for an alleyway to avoid contact with any heartless. That done, it was easy to drop the man against the nearest wall.
Everything borrowed? Hn. So it would seem...
"Wake up, General," she snapped, folding her arms again, unamused.
Setrio waved his hands and moved away quickly, still somewhat blind from the memory. As sight came back to him slowly he blinked hurriedly and looked around, wondering why he was in an alley with the woman. suddenly he almost forgot about the memory and smirked at what this might seem like. "You were planing to take me while I was in that state weren't you?" He chuckled and began walked closer to her shaking his head "And here I thought women didnt do that sort of thing." His right hand was slightly on his naginata hilt while his left was in his dice pouch. He smiled at her yet still seemed to be able to seem aloof and noncaring.
"Hmph. Don't flatter yourself," Sinthia muttered, thought not at all interested in the recent turn of events. It happened. Things happen. Worlds work like that.
Hos thoughts and feelings were of no concern to her. But, at the same time, there was a sense of obligation to... protect. But did that only apply to living things? It shouldn't... Setrio wasn't quite her height, no one really was, especially when she pulled herself to tall, and she looked at it from her one eye, not backing down. Alpha's never backed down. Ever. It was important that they never do.
They could have been nose to nose.
Slowly, Sinthia turned a phrase in her head, and decided to play ignorant for now.
"You humans are all alike. I've more honor than that, General."
Setrio moved back slightly taken aback by her words. His voice however did not stay its normal calm attitude. "Honor is all in the eyes of the beholder woman. If I had the Hand with me now I would show you what true honor meant!" Setrio put a hand over his mouth and furrowed his brows slightly, taking the hand away and pointing at Sinthia "Stop doing that!"
His mind was begining to become more in synch with Scion, however much he hated to admitt it. Little by little he was embracing what Scion once was and becoming more like him. He shook his head to dispell them and muttered "Sa souvraya niende misain ye." 'I am lost in my own mind.'
"Stop?" Sinthia suddenly drawled, voice sultry and soft. "Stop what?"
Adrenaline has its own scent, just like everything else. It's own taste, really. It has more of a taste than a scent, and that alone was more palpable on Setrio than anything, but his words... his words sparked something.
Her smile curled up on her pretty and tanned face, with that one side still slightly slack, still an almost sneer as she tilted her head in defiance, but not to pick a fight.
Honor.
Heh.
They apparently had different views of honor.
"Yet, I am the only one showing you respect," she said sweetly. "Tell me, dear. Do the memories of a dead man haunt you far more than the cries of battle? Do they shake you awake with nightmares?"
It was Sinthia's turn to take a step, keeping the distance close. "Do you still see cities before you crumble like they are nothing?"
Setrio tried to keep his distance as he backed away, eventually coming out into the open. memories flared one after another, left and right non stop. realised he had hit the end of the alley and stood there against the wall with no where to back away to. "I Honor you by not trying to woo you like the rest. What are you trying to accoplish by this?!"
Setrio's head buzzed like a swarm of bee's, his own memories and the memories of Scion begining to mix and become one. Setrio starting to lose himself to the memory of who he once was.
"No man can woo me. My fated mate was lost months ago. I am trying to find answers," Sinthia stated. Her relentless motions ceased as she came to a halt. "You see-- we have something in common."
Very in common, it seemed, sans the memory attacks.
"You are not human, and neither am I. But answers are never as simple as that, are they?"
Setrio got off of the wall and dusted himself off, the memories finally dieing down and letting himself think for once. He looked her over and nodded slowly "No...it never is simple no matter how much anyone can wish it to be. It will never be simple. Well I'm beat....care to head back. If you want I could pay for your room....I have enough." That was an understatement. Because of Setrio's extreme luck, he had almost cleaned most of the bars, besides the one he had taken shelter in, dry of all their munny. some of the barflies were even calling him Gambler and spreading rumors.
Setrio couldn't help himself. Habits tend to die hard...and in his case they didn't die at all. He still felt the pull of a game of cards or dice and still loved testing his luck on anything and everything. Yet most of the time they never started rolling when he was with a woman. today's earlier attack had been a bad omen on that good bit of luck. Setrio just hoped it wouldn't be the same thing with Sinthia. If those blasted dice even start to roll then I'm getting as far away from her as I can.
People... no... No one, save one soul, seemed to understand what it was like to be an animal. To be the thing that people see in movies, fear crawling out from under their bed, the greater evil... A long time ago, Sinthia remembered watching a movie about werewolves, was always fascinated at what people saw, even in her times, sneaking in to see it even when she wasn't supposed to leave New Jerusalem... She remembered looking at the projection, wondering what people envisioned...
It was about a group of mere teenagers, off to defeat the evil werewolf after it at some poor soul's little sister. It had been furry and hairy and, sure, it was true that many of her kind were, but evil? Since when was nature evil?
It'd been then that Sinthia supposed she'd lost hope, before she found God. Or, rather, before God found her.
Setrio's words were the farthest from Sinthia's mind for a long moment as she mulled things over.
Luck, he thought he had luck on his side? No, the Lady was an ever fickle woman...
"I don't dishonor myself by sleeping near humans, much less Nobodies."
It was taking a risk. But Sinthia was done beating around the bush, as the saying went.
Setrio shook his head and shrugged looking at her with what could be assumed was a hurt and confused glance. "Well whatever....sleep where you want...i was just trying to be friendly..." He pointedly ignored the Nobody comment and turned his back to her. he stood there for a moment and was silent, trying to organize his thoughts. The woman had allowed most of everything he had asked or done without trying to kill him. Its a start.... In his own mind he was not a Nobody as the others said, he was simply a shell of a man who once lived. An empty husk seeking a life to live.
Setrio's naginata rested on his shoulder as he turned back to Sinthia, his eyes shinning a sort of understanding. "What can a shell do to live? To have meaning or a reason to exist? No....I am no Nobody....I am just a shell looking for my purpose." He was silent once more, his eye taking her in again. yet something caught his sight, his eyes slowly went to her left and stoped. "Tell me...why do you exist?" he said before throwing his naginata at a Dusk who had been preparing to strike her. The thing disolved as he walked over to his weapon, his eyes falling off of her. He pulled the weapon free and began to walk back, stoping to give her another glance. "I supose there is no place for a wandering Wayfarer seeking a purpose such as myself...."
The Dusk had been of little concern. Granted, Sinthia had not sensed it at first; however, Nobodies were distinctive. There was nothing there to sense, and that made it easier to find them. But she hadn't been looking. It wasn't in her nature, as a werewolf, as a fighter who plowed through-- 'berserk charge' was a good couple of words she'd heard as being described the tactic before. But...
"Exist..." she found herself repeating.
That was something that had never been considered before. Existence was not something one questioned. It was set in stone, clear cut, there. And a determined scowl came to Sinthia's features. What was she doing around here?
"...I do not know... I suppose there's..." She paused, shrugged slightly, tilting her head so that it was angled to one side, dark bangs falling into her thin face. "Perhaps I have been unkind."
Was striving to return to God's kingdom not enough? Didn't everyone already have a place there, even those who drown in violence. Knowledge was one thing, and power was another, and she wanted neither. Perhaps... it was loneliness. So far, no one had answered all her calls... And Sinthia's eyes traveled up to meet Setrio's gaze, honestly confused.