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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:22 am
“I am sorry,” said Hazeline, properly chastised for being insensitive of the other’s feeling. “Partners…of course…,”
At the other’s mention of Xiu, Hazeline gave her raevan a glance. Xiu still seemed to be on edge and the guardian was aware that Xiu would like to keep this meeting as brief as possible. “Xiu is quite capable of getting himself out of his own messes; most of the time,” said Hazeline.
Diego’s slight smile was noted by Xiu and the raevan gave the man a polite nod in return. However, it was obvious that the raevan’s attention was focused on the other person. A change had come over him and he had lost that ‘terrified and confused deer caught in the headlights’ look. He had also fingered something…and that something was a…
“Gun,” said Xiu tersely; his wings now visibly flaring and despite Hazeline’s protest, the white raevan kept his guardian shielded well behind him. “You have a gun,” repeated Xiu again; this time all forms of civility gone. Blue eyes flashed in an almost predatory glare. There was a threat. The threat has to be removed. Hazeline must not get hurt. Those were the primary thoughts that were running through the raevan’s mind.
Another voice, a softer one though reasoned that the other had not intention of hurting anyone. Which was…technically true as Xiu could not detect any bad intention coming from the person called San. But this San was different. He had acted like a perfectly terrified individual not a moment ago but had changed the minute he had fingered his gun. Xiu was worried. Was this then, a flaw in his ability? If a person had not intention of causing harm but harm was caused, he wouldn’t be able to tell would he? Xiu decided not to take chances.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:21 am
TWO guns, in fact, twin pistols. Oh, there's a story behind them, sure, and they're not loaded at the moment, so that he wouldn't be able to cause any harm with them apart from by tossing them at someone's head. Not that he would.
The Frei's tense reaction to them wasn't lost on either of the duo. Hard to miss such an in-your-face 'accusation'.
San blinked, stared at him for a moment, then removed his hand from the weapon and stuck both hands in his coat's pockets.
"Yes I do." he stated, almost blankly, as if Xiu'd just told him his hair was red or something. Now he didn't really know what to say. Obviously the half-person disapproved of them, but things were no different. he didn't usually have them with him as it was.
"I have a license for them, and I am familiar enough with proper handling." he just stated, looking away a little. He didn't feel like defending himself, but he wouldn't let the other think he was some sort of... crazy... dangerous... thing, that enjoyed violence.
"They belong to me like your wings belong to you." It sounded almost a little sultry-apathetic the way he said it, trying not to make a big deal out of it. "And I do not abuse them."
That one he was definite on. Better not accuse him of treating them like toys.
Now, Diego too had become a little awkward.
"He's not lieing... never seen a better marksman..." hooboy. "But this is hardly the time and place to discuss this. He doesn't usually carry them, he only just got back from some safe practicing." eep, why are we defending ourselves like this now.
"... maybe we should go home Dee..." San suggested softly. He sounded so tired now. "I'm upsetting him, I don't want to..." he cast a sad look at Xiu, pained and weary and apologetic still.
"I really am sorry... if it's any consolation, I hate myself enough for you not to have to bother..." At that he managed a little smile.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:14 am
“I think it is best that you do,” said Xiu softly; never taking his eyes off the gun or the gunner. What did the raevan care for ‘license’ and ‘proper handling’? What was important was that the other had a weapon and failing to properly understand the individual wielding those weapons had placed (in Xiu’s opinion) him and Hazeline in a compromising position. Had San decided to find comfort in something a little less dangerous, like say, biting his nails, Xiu would have been perfectly happy to allow the conversation to continue between the strangers and Hazeline but not, never, when comfort was found from fingering weapons. That much the raevan was sure of. If one wanted to apologize, one did not finger weapons by one’s side regardless of how safe the weapon or the wielder claims to be.
“What’s gotten into you?” asked Hazeline as she watched San and Diego walk off. “That behaviour of yours was abominable Xiu!”
“Perhaps…,” said Xiu quietly. “Perhaps…,”
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