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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2020 8:58 pm
Lupu nodded, giving a wry smile and reaching into his subspace pocket, pulling out a granola bar and holding it out to the male. “Here, you’re looking pale. A little sugar should help. It’s intense, isn’t it? Useful, I’ll tell you that one. It doesn’t...do more than restrain a person, but from what my friend told me, the images that it causes...they can be a mess. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
He sat down on the ground beside him, banishing his bow and looking worried. “...I’m glad that you’re impressed though! Little score for our side, yeah? What do your knives look like? Are they fancy? What kind of a weapon did you start out with?” His voice was excited, eager to learn more about the male.
“...I haven’t made a friend on the other side of things before. Not...I mean. Not really. There was one friend, he came to our side. I mean it, we have a house full of people who have purified and broken free of the chains of chaos. There will be room for you, should you ever wish to come. And...I can imagine. A face full of cinnamon sounds like torture. That’s what the assole did to you?”/size]
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2020 9:16 pm
“Oh…thanks.” he blinked and took the granola bar with some surprise. He hesitated to open it because of the other questions. “Uh…started out as like these little hooks. Knitting things, I think, I’ve seen them in like craft windows?” He said, bemused. “Um… Here, this is them now.” He summoned them and then held it out, resting it carefully across his palms with the granola bar resting on his lap. “Not to sound like… American Psycho, but I was pretty glad to get something I know how to use?” He offered, trying to explain. “And uh…yeah, face full of cinnamon, knocked me down… and the rest is uh…history. Thankfully not me?” He lowered the knife to his lap thoughtfully. “My boss isn’t bad, I mean, they…seem very…” He waved his hand, trying to explain. “I mean you seem, really cool and s**t, but it’s hard to reconcile too,” He rubbed the back of his neck. "W...what do you guys do if you learn someone is on OUR side?" He asked carefully. Like, I guess we convert or kill but... "
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 7:55 am
Lupu looked at the knife, nodding and seeming impressed. “If you’re quick with those, you’d be a force to be reckoned with, I bet. It’s a shame that most senshi at least...their magic is long ranged…” He seemed thoughtful and opened a second granola bar, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “...Though I don’t need to tell you that, obviously, what with your story of Mr. Cinnamon...just be careful, okay?”
He took another bite of his snack, mulling over the question. “We talk with them. I mean. We try to help them see that it’s...that there’s another path. Obviously we want to bring them home...but…”
Sighing, Lupu looked away. “Eventually, some magic decides for us. Makes us forget what we know. Makes both people unable to remember one another. So...you are lost either way.” He had been told this, but hadn’t actually had to deal with it. Still. It sounded so...so awful to him…
“It’s scary though. Because if we find out...in order to try to convince whoever it is...we leave ourselves open to corruption or death. We...have no way of bringing people to our side unless they want it...chaos can taint whoever it wants to…”
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 9:19 am
He shifted side to side again, uncomfortable from how he was sitting, or perhaps the information he was getting. “Yeah, I’ll try and be careful, I guess if you see someone with a notch in his top hat…” He tried to make a joke of it but even that fell flat. “If the magic makes people forget, why are we … I mean… ********.” He swore again, It was clear some of their sides could kill…WOULD kill. But, it didn’t seem like it was as hard or fast of a rule. He had so many questions like he hadn’t had enough about who the hell would chuck Priam, now he was questioning if he was even on the right side. At least he hadn't tried to kill those dorks in white. Even if they thought he was the biggest a*****e ever. God… he hadn’t seen them in a while. He hoped they weren’t dead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 11:44 am
“If I see someone like that, I’ll take him to task for being unnecessarily violent. I understand fighting when it’s provoked. I understand killing, even but...You seem really decent!” There was no point in hurting someone simply for the fact they were on the other side...hell, if people had done that to him...if Zac...ah.
Well. Things would have ended up very differently.
With him being dead, honestly.
“It’s a lot to take in, I know. Things...are forgotten no matter how it goes...and you’re unrecognizable to people when you switch...it really is a lot, and I really didn’t mean to unload all of this on you…” Lupu gave a little smile and patted the Captain’s knee. “But. Seriously. If you want an out. We can help you. I’ll keep an eye out for Mr. Spicy too. If I see him trying to hurt you, you but your boots I’ll step in.”
Lupu paused and hesitated. “...Unless you aren’t wearing boots, in which case, you bet your um. Shoes I’ll step in.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 11:56 am
“Naw…I am a piece of s**t.” He shrugged. “I guess I fake it better like this.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “And…Nah, thanks for telling me. It’s just been kinda a s**t… month?” He made a face realizing the thing was nearly over, but nothing felt solved or answered. “And I appreciate the backup, I’m basically not here for killing people n any front, and yeah it’s boots, boots, and the STUPIDEST pants.” He plucked at his pant leg, so excessively wide and they really did hide his feet. If he did anything like flipping kicks or fancy footwork they might have been more practical but he was absolutely a knife person. “I’ll uh… yeah… I’ll keep you in mind eh?” Just don’t um… don’t get attacked by Spicy b*****d, I have no idea if he won’t lump you in with the ‘sold your soul to the devil’ lot I apparently fall under. Frankly, I’d have asked for more.” He grinned. Though maybe he had… that would explain how he ended up with Sterling and Priam… s**t.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 1:04 pm
Lupu grinned and chuckled softly. “You don’t seem like a piece of s**t at all. And thank you. I’m glad that you’ll keep it in mind. I’ll tell my friends about you, so if any strangers come up and say that LUpu sent them...it was me, yeah?” He beamed.
“Keep on your path, Parisite. I hope that we can be on the same side of things one day. You and your fancy pants would would be good for the world, I bet.” He rose to his feet and gave a wave. “See you around and stay safe. I won’t let The Cinnamon get me so long as you promise to do the same.”
The squire gave a little nod of his head and stretched before walking back off into the night. Utterly content with his work. He was civil enough to help people too. Plus..
It kind of made him feel nice.
But now, now he just wanted to go home and tell Evan all about it.
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