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「 STORM-TOSSED. joining ✧・゚」
« on: October 08, 2018, 05:54:45 PM »
Soaked. She was absolutely soaked. Drenched—to the bone. Her clothes sagged with the weight of what seemed like an entire monsoon, and clung to her figure tightly, her skin slippery and glistening. She knew she was never good at predicting or avoiding storms, mental and physical.

The water from her hair dripped into her eyes, clouding her sight of the badlands. A breath of hot air blew out her nose, the air turning to steam at the presence of the cold night. She pushed her hair out of her face and into a (rather messy) ponytail, in hopes of maintaining a somewhat put-together appearance despite the disheveled-ness of her physical state. Although, this seemed to be worse, for the wetness of her hair could be felt against her neck, dripping down her back, making her shiver. The cold rain near-sizzled as it hit her too-hot skin with the force of hail; the rain almost hurt.

Focus she reminded herself. What was she doing here? Or, rather, why was she here? That was the question that always seemed to be asked. Why was she here? Should she say? Should she say why she had chosen to abandon her past—more like try to forget her past—as an attempt at an excuse? No, that seemed too...obvious, too overused. Everyone was doing that nowadays—abandoning their past, wanting to forget, choosing to forget. So what made her story so special? She didn't particularly care, she would say, but it actually hurt too much to talk about it. A painful memory, that hurt harder than the hail.

Storm-tossed, was what she would call this picture. Storm-tossed, a painting of a broken warrior with nowhere else to go but hope to be reunited with soldiers similar to her own self as the storm waged on. Storm-tossed, a mental state with no hopes of a sunny day in sight.

She stumbled, tripping over a tree root, as she made her way towards the border of the badlands. As rough and wild the storm had come on, it had quickly left, leaving her gasping in its wake. The sky had yet to clear, and the hazy mist reminiscent of the thundershower clung to the high grass like thin skin. What a way to present herself: drunk, and unkempt.

If she were sober, she could probably do this. But, being sober meant memories—both good and bad—would simmer to the surface of her bitter mind. Memories that she would remember wistfully; one of her as princess of the valkyries, the elite force of unconquerable heroes, what a time that had been. However, not everyone, she reminded herself, called the valkyries "heroes", instead, by the 'uglier' term of "assassins" or "executioners of the King." She couldn't remember that blasted king's name no matter how hard she tried, as drunk as she was.

Beer. Her sole desire at the moment. She wanted to get drunk, to have fun, to forget. Anything to take her mind off those distracting thoughts. She pulled the bottle from the inside of her coat and tossed back the contents of it into her mouth. Nothing but rain water. With a tsk of annoyance, she threw the bottle over her shoulder where it landed with a heavy thunk in the wetlands behind her. She already knew her flask was empty, a silver little thing with the words "raise hell, babe" hand-etched into the side by her former lover. Maybe she could find some more at the badlands, and if worse came to worse, she could just raid the liquor store a few miles back.

She stood, now at the edge of the badlands, jade eyes dazzling, silver hair messily tied up, ready to present herself.
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« Reply #1 on: October 08, 2018, 09:03:01 PM »
cw: mentions of drug addiction

Throughout the entire storm, Tydeus had not allowed himself to go inside. He'd sat silently at the front of one of the buildings as the rain soaked through his clothes, left his hair plastered to his head, and — yeah he's aware of what all that sounds like. It sounds like him being a little too emotional and unprepared for the world, and also quite a bit like a semi-depressed teenager in some dramatic film. (He remembers almost nothing of television, but there are a few ancient memories of sitting at a shelter that still had power, black and white movies pitching across the screen with occasional slow stutters. It was a DVD. His friends said that nobody had those anymore, but Tydeus finds himself grateful for that one moment in time, all those years ago, where he remembers someone crying in the rain.) But he's not crying, and to be honest he's not all that emotional at all. The young man had simply been thinking and making sense of this place. He doesn't belong here the way that others would. Bones, or anyone else in his crew. Those were the sorts of people that would succeed here.

Would Valkyrie manage as well? Perhaps. He's not certain how well a drunk would manage, but he's an addict in his own right. His skin crawls after a few hours and he shakes after a few days — no matter how he says it, he knows that he has an issue. Like her, Tydeus had relied on something that could take the edge off of the pain. The aching in his muscles but more importantly, something deeper. It bit into his chest and held on. With something else stinging his throat and his mouth and the sensitive skin of his inner arms, the memories and all of that pain could go away. It's not a habit that he's willing to shake.

That's not the reason that he's out here, wandering the edges of a territory he loathes. Simply put, Tyd knows that he has to push his own boundaries. Even if he prefers the more crowded nature of their main camp, the outside areas are... pretty, he supposes. They remind him of gentler years and an apple orchard, nothing that could ever be anything except bittersweet. It feels both the way that home would and the way hell would. Soaked to the bone, clothes sticking to his skin, memories plaguing him, Tyd doesn't want to be a part of anything, speak to anyone, do anything except curl up into the rather terribly large bed he had claimed as his own and stare at the ceiling. Not the best way to run a gang, if that's what he could call this ragtag group of mini-monsters. In that regard, maybe Valkyrie would fit right in. The young man whistles sharply once he's a decent distance away from her, stopping there instead of drawing closer. Just in case. "What are you doing here?"
ALL THE BAD LUCK IN THIS TOWN HAS FOUND ME
TYDEUS.  FORMER SLAVE.  SHARP, A LITTLE BIT BITTER. 」

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« Reply #2 on: October 10, 2018, 03:38:27 PM »
What are you doing here, that dreaded question. If you really thought about it, it wasn't the best question to ask in the first place. If she was a spy, she would, of course, lie. If she were a joiner, it could've been quite obvious, what with her pack slung across her shoulders and everything. But, it was commonplace to ask such a question, and probably courteous as well. She wouldn't overassess the meaning of such a simple saying. It was most likely courteous, from whom it was coming from.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she mumbled something incoherently, along the lines of "why am I here", and "I probably shouldn't have done this". It was no matter what she said, it was probably too soft for even sensitive ears to pick up. She looked up at him, Tydeus. It looked as if he'd been through some shit, had seen some shit, something she could relate to.

"Here to join." It was more of a slur than anything. She cursed her current drunken state for her inability to remain upright and unwavering, and for her garbled speech.

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« Reply #3 on: October 10, 2018, 07:24:04 PM »
The question was never meant to get a real answer. If anything, Tydeus used it as a test — were they honest, would they stumble? The truth was that while he was alive, joining this place would ever be so simply as answering a question. And he would never play nice with a stranger, however courteous his words may be. Soft brown eyes sharpen on her features and he takes a few careful, measured strides closer, close enough to hear the vaguest notions of speech. She's right, though: the words themselves escape him. That on its own was somewhat unpleasant, but his expression remains the same. Just in case she took it personally. Which — yeah, that's a skill he learned through walking through the fire. She's right to assume that he's been through a lot. Even from a distance, some of the thicker scars on his body are obvious. The worst, however, are the ones that nobody could see. How he carries the weight of spiked leather on his throat and emptiness in his stomach.

Valkyrie, on the other hand... he can't be certain. She's taller than he is by a few inches, pretty in a way that's not quite the way he is. He used to look like sunshine, with wide grins and freckles like stars on his face. The freckles were still there, but these days there's something more calculated to his expression. Valkyrie just looks drunk. Still, he smiles. It's cold and dry, not worthy of his old nicknames. "It's not that easy," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight. "What can you do? 'Sides pass out drunk in some corner."
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« Reply #4 on: October 14, 2018, 12:56:48 AM »
Tydeus was a sight to behold. Despite being a few inches shorter, he had a power to him no one else could replicate, a leadership-type quality that couldn't be stolen. Clear green eyes studied Tydeus's freckle-filled face as he walked towards her, those measured steps crunching against the dirt ever so slightly. Annoyance flickered across her face for a moment, at the weighted question 'What can you do'. What could she do? She didn't spend the past few years being beaten down by trainers and banding together with her warrior sisters to be asked what she could do. It didn't matter what she did, it mattered why she was here. But it wasn't time to remind herself of that.

A slight frown twisted her otherwise pretty features. The cold smile, calculating and dry on Tydeus's face was rather suitable for him, she supposed. Then again, who was she to judge. If anything, he was judging her. "I can certainly do more than pass out drunk in a corner," she declared triumphantly, as if passing out drunk in a corner was in addition to one of her many specialties. Then again, wasn't it? "I can also fight, I'll have you know. Like to think I'm halfway decent too." Halfway decent was an understatement, she could be considered rather killer. Now, it was her turn to ask a question, or so she deemed. "What can yew do?" She drawled out the 'you' so much it sounded like the tree, yew, or perhaps a twisted scottish accent.
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« Reply #5 on: October 14, 2018, 08:13:57 PM »
A leadership-type quality, now that's not something he's heard before. He had never pictured himself as a leader until he did this, and the reason that he did this is hardly something that a leader would think to do. In all, his entire life compressed to this one issue, this one understanding — he's not sure that he's earned what she says. There's no guilt in accepting it anyway, the smallest of smiles offered at the way her eyes track his face. She's annoyed. It doesn't bother him, really. Whatever she may think, this town is his. The people here might as well be too, and if she wants to stay here, much less mean anything, there would come a time that she would have to accept that. If she didn't want to, her problem. She'd be the one to deal with the consequences. Maybe she's right, maybe the expression suits him. But once upon a time, so did the sweetest smile someone could imagine. Once upon a time.

"Halfway decent won't keep you alive here," he says with that same cold smile, though he's sure that she's understating anyway. People like her don't come here with "halfway decent". They come here with bravado or confidence, it's always one or the other. "And I don't need to impress you. Name's Tydeus, I'm the boss. You prove that keeping you's worth it, you stay. You don't, I'll tell the dogs to have some fun." He bounces his weight up to his toes, the gesture contrasting too sharply with his words, right alongside the new mischief that creeps into his grin.

"That good enough for you?"
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« Reply #6 on: October 16, 2018, 04:20:18 PM »
Valkyrie's interest piqued at the word "prove". She's proven a lot in her life: her loyalty, her dedication to the warrior lifestyle, dedication to her warrior sisters. While she has proven herself before, it was rather unprecedented that she prove herself to keep. She wasn't opposed to a challenge, her eyes sparked with interest and a certain fire that hadn't been lit in a while.

She suppose he really didn't need to tell her anything about himself, this was about her joining after all. She took in the mischief dancing in his eyes, and raised an eyebrow while asking, "What kind of proof?" It was needless to say she was anxious for this challenge to start, she hadn't come across a trial in quite some time and wouldn't mind undertaking such a task, no matter how arduous.
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« Reply #7 on: October 18, 2018, 02:05:04 PM »
The way her expression lights up when he says prove has his own expression brightening in turn. His expression turns devilish, too-bright; a lot less cold than it had been a moment before. He likes when people have a drive for this sort of thing, that urge to be the top dog. It's a useful thing, most of the time. Dangerous in large amounts, but there's enough ambition in The Badlands to drive him crazy, should he ever choose to worry about it. Paranoia is already a part of who he is. Tydeus watches everyone walk past with his eyes flickering between them, always waiting for something. But it doesn't get to his head, at least not quite yet.

In truth, perhaps what she wanted wouldn't be what she got. At times, his challenges were less about strength and skill and more about mindless loyalty. Would they obey a command, put their life at risk because he told them to? As she stands there, staring at him, he has a lot of questions on her mind. Would her attitude get in the way, her addiction, her history? The bouncing slows down slightly and his expression turns serious, light brown eyes wide and watchful, back to sharp. His mouth no longer lifts to a grin. "I've heard of someone in this territory plotting something... destructive. They're typically on the main street. Short black hair, a tattoo on their neck. Kill them, and you can stay."
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« Reply #8 on: October 29, 2018, 12:13:47 AM »
Her mouth twitched, the word kill. While she had been an Executioner for a bit under her former leader to "not only execute others but our vision, which may include the deaths of a few", she hadn't experienced killing for sport in a while. Needless to say, she was excited. She was beginning to sober up, a job was given to her and she had to execute it perfectly.

It had been relatively easy to track down the victim who fit the description. It actually wasn't hard at all. They were walking down the main street, just like Tydeus had said, occasionally stopping to peer into a few stores. Short black hair, check. Tattoo on neck, check. She ran through the mental list as so to not confuse the victim with an innocent. She decided their death would be painless, a quick cut to the jugular with one of her hunting knives. She slipped the black knife from its sheath, its blade seeming to absorb any light, within. Perfect.

She lingered near the edge of their target's vision, never allowing her prey to suspect anything. Her death was quick, a little struggle, but nothing Valkyrie couldn't handle. She returned to Tydeus with a darkened burlap sack, the blood dripping from the bottom easily gave away what it might be, but she said nothing. She offered the sack to Tydeus, her eyes seeming to ask is this enough.
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YOU CAN'T DECLINE, CAVIAR AND CIGARETTES, WELL-VERSED IN ETIQUETTE, EXTRAORDINARILY NICE, SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN.﷽﷽