Just a quick sketch of an interesting RP I had today. I'll post the RP below for anyone curious.
(12:26:10) Evirea sits down on the bench, folding her hands in her lap.
(12:26:10) Fuusan says: So, is this elf you are hunting highly classified?
(12:26:22) Evirea smirks faintly. "I'm not hunting an elf."
(12:26:44) Fuusan says: Oh?
(12:26:47) Evirea says: No.
(12:26:53) Evirea says: I'm hunting a rather unruly klyros.
(12:26:55) Evirea says: I believe him dead.
(12:27:00) Evirea says: But his friends deserve closure.
(12:27:11) Fuusan says: So why the research on dermorians?
(12:27:22) Evirea says: Tis the means by which I believe he died.
(12:27:40) Evirea frowns faintly, looking down at her hands.
(12:27:52) Fuusan says: An elf?
(12:27:57) Evirea says: No...
(12:28:03) Evirea says: I'm studying old ways of the accult.
(12:28:08) Evirea seems to be intentionally vague.
(12:28:18) Fuusan says: Fascinating.
(12:29:04) Evirea clears her throat. "Isn't it, though?" She runs her fingers over the pale white scarring on her skin.
(12:29:43) Fuusan says: A friend of yours, was he?
(12:30:02) Evirea says: Not exactly.
(12:30:10) Evirea says: I don't really make friends. It's my...winning personality.
(12:30:53) Fuusan says: Everyone has friends; even, if I may, complete asshats.
(12:31:08) Evirea throws back her head and laughs boistrously.
(12:31:18) Evirea says: That bad, am I?
(12:31:28) Fuusan shrugs.
(12:31:44) Fuusan says: I was merely presenting one extreme to show that your winsome charm is not an excuse.
(12:33:32) Evirea frowns faintly. "I see," she says. She rubs the back of her head awkwardly and looks off towards the fountain. "Well, to each their own," she repeats, for lack of nothing else to say.
(12:34:38) Fuusan says: In any case, I was under the impression that I was your friend. Or at the very least that I was starting to make an impression.
(12:36:18) Evirea grimaces again, the faintest of flinches. She begins moving her tremulous hands over one another as a sort of nervous tic, out of her element. "Well, yes, of course," she answers.
(12:36:39) Fuusan smirks.
(12:36:47) Fuusan says: Which is it?
(12:37:50) Evirea gives Fuusan a look that says she'd like to slap that smirk off his face. She holds her hands firmly together and looks down again, gritting her teeth.
(12:38:22) Fuusan stops smirking and turns to face Evirea, his face completely serious.
(12:38:45) Fuusan says: There is nothing wrong with calling someone "friend"
(12:39:06) Evirea speaks bitterly, "Friendship is trust, and trust is stupidity."
(12:41:20) Fuusan says: Two can play that game. Solitude is isolation, and isolation means that there's no one to pull you out of the holes you dig yourself into.
(12:42:10) Evirea looks up with a glint in her eye, leaning forward and hissing out with a vehemence, "At least you'll have dug those holes yourself and have no one else to blame for it."
(12:42:33) Fuusan smiles sadly.
(12:42:39) Fuusan says: So strong, but so scared.
(12:43:30) Evirea clenches her fists tighter, the tendons in her wrists looking ready to snap. "I don't fear you," she grates out.
(12:44:17) Fuusan says: Certainly not. I would hate for that to be the case. Imagine how non-conducive that would be to our... dynamic.
(12:45:13) Evirea's jaw works slightly, the muscles grinding over themselves, but she manages to say with some small indication of snark, "That would be depressingly non-conducive indeed."
(12:46:20) Fuusan says: I fail to see why I must dance around the word "friendship" to pander to your phobia, though.
(12:46:31) Fuusan says this in an offhand manner, just to piss her off even more.
(12:47:24) Evirea's left eye twitches, and it would seem like she's ready to full out punch him in the face. She resist, but just barely. The chords in her arm bunch as though fighting desperately against the impulse, and she doesn't speak.
(12:47:46) Fuusan smirks.
(12:47:51) Fuusan says: Should I leave you alone?
(12:48:29) Evirea is fairly undone by that arrogant smirk. This time she lets the fist fly, right towards his mouth.
(12:49:39) Fuusan gets knocked clean off the bench, gliding through the air upside down until he lands a goodly distance away from her, on his back. Despite the blood in his mouth he is giggling hysterically.
(12:50:34) Evirea stands up abruptly, winging her way over towards the klyros to try and straddle him, her fist raised slightly as if to deliver another blow as the other hand tries to latch itself onto his collar.
(12:51:00) Fuusan spreads his arms to his sides.
(12:51:16) Fuusan says: Feel free, but refrain from causing lasting damage, eh?
(12:51:35) Fuusan says: Chum?
(12:52:21) Fuusan says: Pal? Chap?
(12:52:32) Fuusan grins widely.
(12:52:36) Fuusan says: Friend?
(12:52:50) Evirea sits there, her fingers curled in tightly enough that blood dribbles out from between them. She breathes harshly and glares down at Fuusan's face, barely containing building outrage. "Stop it," she hisses. "Stop. It."
(12:53:35) Fuusan says: Of course. Anything for a friend.
(12:53:46) Fuusan falls silent, lying there with a stupid grin on his face.
(12:55:39) Evirea reaches out and tries to grab Fuusan's collar with both hands, as though to shake him. She tries to do just this, though he's probably a good deal heavier than he is, screaming obscenities at him. But she doesn't hit him again.
(12:57:15) Fuusan sits quietly, taking the abuse with a smile. He even moves a little, trying to mirror Evirea's shaking.
(12:58:13) Evirea stops after a moment, as though the fight just melts out of her. She sags, her fists still loosely curled in his robe, her expression rather dead.
(12:58:26) Fuusan says: Are you quite done, then?
(12:59:04) Evirea cannot quite manage to mold her face to anger even at that. She just says flatly, "Yes."
(12:59:35) Fuusan says: ... will you let me up, then?
(13:00:19) Evirea doesn't answer for a time. She just continues staring at her own hands, blank-faced. Slowly, she gets up, her lets quivering slightly, and backs away.
(13:01:04) Fuusan wipes the blood from his mouth with a sleeve.
(13:01:45) Evirea seems to be looking Fuusan in the face, but she doesn't quite meet her eyes, and continues to be fairly devoid of expression.
(13:01:45) Fuusan says: You lied.
(13:01:57) Evirea croaks, "About what."
(13:02:08) Fuusan says: You told me that you weren't hurt.
(13:02:34) Evirea's lips form a tight line. "I'm not," she says hoarsely.
(13:03:24) Fuusan says: Of course not. I'm still here to heal your wounds, nevertheless.
(13:03:47) Fuusan says: Wherever they may be.
(13:04:11) Evirea looks up suddenly, at Fuusan's bleeding mouth. "There are some wounds that cannot be healed," she answers dully, with the cadece of defeat. She turns around, and makes to walk away.
(13:04:30) Fuusan lets her go.
