Was he probably painting a target on his back for the future? Sure. Taking friendships off the table by annoying? Probably. Did he care?
Maybe a little bit, but he was just having a little fun. They would understand, right?
“Yeah, right,” he chuckled, eyeing a familiar Saturn Squire through the sight of his crossbow. “Especially not this one.” He watched and waited for him to get a little bit closer before taking his first shot, his smirk breaking out into a wide grin. There was no chance at a friendly conversation with this one anyway, so why bother?
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Aaru just barely dodged the arrow that was shot at him, head rolling back to look in the direction the shot came from. “Are you ******** serious?” He ran his hand down his face, turning to look fully in the direction he was staring in. “Do you honestly have nothing else to do?” He cocked his hand back and threw his skull in the direction he thought the stupid agent was in, watching as the skull was coming in at a lightning fast speed. “Hurry up and teleport so I can move on you little s**t.”
He really was on his way home, so getting spotted by this little menace was something he could have lived without on his bucket list of s**t to do. He was too old to be stooping down to this punk’s level, but secretly he was kinda having a bit of fun. He figured this agent wasn't AS bad as the others but that didn't mean he would let him know that.
“Why don't you teleport down here and try to take a swing at me instead? I promise I'll even just sit here so you can have an easier time, kid.”
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He laughed rather heartily at that. Maybe it was amusing because the other was so annoyed by him. “Not anymore,” he said, peeking out from where he was hiding and spotting the skull just in time to teleport to what he hoped would be a safe distance away. It was hard to tell with knight magic. Some were harmless enough and he didn’t mind trying to tank it (though he wasn’t built for tanking of any kind, but he had learned to take a good hit over the years) or it was hell on earth to experience.
Somehow he had a feeling Saturn magic was going to be more of the latter.
“Met my quota for the evening and I was just trying to keep to my dedicated ‘work’ hours. Y’know, like a good agent.” He’d been counting the time since he shot his bolt off, hoping he could get at least one more shot before calling it a night.
“Ever thought about loosening up a little? Having a friendly conversation?”
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Aaru called back his skull, figuring he would teleport away, sighing. “If you hadn't shot at me then maybe.” He tossed the skull up and down, relaxing his stance. Sure, if he wanted to have a conversation then he could ball. He would rather than fight anyway since he just couldn't be bothered at the moment. “Ahhhh…Going for employee of the month or some s**t?” He didn't know how the negaverse worked and frankly didn't care all that much to learn. But he could see them doing some stupid s**t like employee of the month or the employee that's drained the most civilians ... .Or the youma of the month that ate the most starseeds.
Yeah he could definitely see that.
“I'm plenty “loose” thank you, I was just heading home when you shot at me.” He wanted to point that out but moved to sit down on the nearby bench, crossing one leg over the other while he rested his arms on the back of said bench. If he was going to shoot him then so be it. Maybe he would teleport away and he could go home after.
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Staurolite considered moving closer, and then recalled their first fight where he very quickly picked up that he was a trained fighter and thought better of it. Friendly or not, they weren’t friends. Civil acquaintances, at least for the moment, but not friends. So he kept his distance, and instead leaned on the trunk of a nearby tree and relaxed as well.
“I dunno, seemed like you had a stick up your a** the first time we met,” he said, smirking. Curious if it’d get a rise out of him or not. “But definitely no stick tonight, so I’ll give you that. And no, it’s not a play to try and get the higher-ups to notice me. I just feel like our work’s important enough to warrant the dedicated time. It’s always productive, I just finished early.”
He pulled his watch from subspace to check the time, then quickly dismissed it. “Almost done. Anyway, I was just having a little fun. Besides, I didn’t actually hit you. Feels like I gotta work a little harder with my aim at moving targets.”
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That one got Aaru to chuckle.
“You caught me in a fighting mood. I have those sometimes.” Which was true. Just like his older brother apparently who had a worse violence streak than he did. He could still feel the chaos signature nearby but could understand the caution. He could definitely beat the s**t out of the guy if he chose to so that was smart. He did raise a brow at his answer to the employee of the month retort he made earlier. Just what do they tell these guys to get that kind of dedication? Honestly he couldn't see any way to spin draining innocent civilians of their energy and occasionally killing them, but what would he know?
As long as it wasn't anyone he cared about he had to admit that he didn't really care all that much. The compulsion to save people was basically trained into him when he first powered up thanks to Maia. “Just what do they tell you to get that kind of dedication? I'm honestly curious.” He sat up and dust himself off. If he lingered any longer he was sure Ryan would be sending him a text or two. “I guess I'll leave you to it then…Try to at least leave your victims alive yeah?”
Another chuckle and he shook his head, “Nah, I'm just that ******** good. Should probably practice on someone less seasoned.” He waved his hand. “I'll see you around maybe…”
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“Fighting mood, huh?” he mused thoughtfully as he raised his crossbow arm in a random direction. “Bad luck on my part, I guess.” But then again, maybe not. If not for that meeting, maybe they wouldn’t be having this conversation now.
Or maybe they still would, but it would have started in a more pleasant way than failed target practice on his part.
“You can always join us and find out,” came his reply, and he was grinning in the Squire’s direction now. “I can promise it’ll be worth your while, but I never press too hard. Just saying, it’s an option.” That, and also he didn’t want the guy to throw the skull at him again out of annoyance if he did press too hard. He usually didn’t, though. Everyone has the right to choose, after all.
“For the record, I’ve never killed anybody, and don’t personally find it conscionable, not to mention I don’t think it’s needed for me to get my work done, so.” The Captain shrugged at that. While not needed for him, he knew some things necessitated it. He left that to those who were more willing, though, and didn’t feel the need to get his hands dirty.
“But yeah, now’s probably a good time to call it. Have a good night, then,” he said, smiling and waving in turn. He still had some time on the clock, but if he teleported close enough, he could always kill time there and then walk the rest of the way home.
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