Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[Neshimo]

"Hmm, oh...this." He places his hand on the healed wound giving a sigh. "There were more than just those who chased you down, they got me as well, two of them chasing me down, & well, you said it yourself. If their trained by him, their trained to be the best." A soft smile, as he tries to get the whole memory correct. "They'd shot me before I ran off, & without any way to contact you, I'd just assumed you'd be alright, then ran off back too the firefight here."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A nod, that made sense. He'd acted on his best guesses, and had stayed mostly calm. To be honest she was impressed.... for an ex-civilian he was oddly calm in a crisis. Yet another thing she admired about him. He also somehow managed to hold onto himself, and that was... a miracle at the least. "I'm sorry I wasn't that good." He'd thought she was better than she turned out to be. It was flattering, but... still she didn't feel good about failing his expectations.

 

[Neshimo]

"As long as you lived, you were good. You did live, so you are good." Rubbing the scar, his darkened skin, her words make him feel at the very least humbled that his opinion matter too her that much. It's been a while since it'd even mattered at all, & now whole kindheartedly, she'd placed so much emotion on his shoulders. He was happy, truly gleeful that she was there with him. "You've met so many expectations of mine Saphire, I'm starting to wonder if you may be an angel."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

An angel? That was... something like a servant of the gods. Ok, so he thought she was... something wonderful? Sent to him for one reason or another? That was... everything from her cheeks to her ears turned red. "I... I wouldn't think that. I'm more like a domesticated demon, I think." Because at some point she did think that talking to him was merely a means to an end, and no Angel would think like that.

 

[Neshimo]

"Domesticated demon? How so, if I've learned correctly, or at least heard, indifference would be opposite to love. Which means, if you were a demon, would this mean you love for me is fake? Just another way you mind needs to process in order to stay alive?" A question with no real answer, as even if asked to himself, he couldn't give a finite amount of answers to it.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A frown, that's right... demons here were different from ones in her homeland. "No..it's... umm, demon in our language is closer to spirit? Monster? Something similar to that. They're not human, but they can feel love as well as us." The words didn't process right. Was this the trouble of people who translated? Anyway... "M-my point is... I'm not innocent enough to be an Angel."

 

[Neshimo]

"Well, if you don't mind me saying, the term demon, monster, doesn't fit you very well right now either." A sigh, she's questioning herself obviously, he can see that, but so often makes him a bit irritated. Though he deals with it the best way he knows how, a subject change. "How are we going to kill him. Do you plan on just doing it...or might you have anything to ask before we do?"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(It's a complex! YAY!)


"I'm just going to do it. Anything he has to say will just be either a lie or an excuse." Her voice had frozen, sounding utterly like a knife. She'd placed her hands on the table, and he could probably see them tighten until her knuckles were white. "If you've questions to ask say so now, and I'll give you the time you need. But for me... the sooner he's dead the better for everyone. Men like that don't deserve to live."

 

[Neshimo]

"I'd just like too know where Marie's body is." Even if he had moved on, that doesn't change the fact that she deserves a proper burial. Excluding that he may not know where she is, of course she can kill him but...reluctantly, his taste for revenge has become a slightly more sour taste as he ask, "You don't beleive he should stand trial for what he's done first before just killing him? Before you turn on me, hear me out, as even if we kill him, right there, with no pain what so ever, will that really atone for all the suffering he's put others, suffering that he's put you & your siblings through?"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A bitter laugh. "No. No it wouldn't. But I know something you don't... he's got spies even in the legal system of the parts of this country that remain. No trial will ever give him an end he deserves. I'd rather he die now, and pay for doing it later, than risk him escaping with his life later, or being set free on some technicality. Nothing will ever set what he's done to rights. I can only try to lessen the damage. I can just stop him."

 

[Neshimo]

"Ah, killing it is then." That enough was able to get him on track again, if he'd have any chance of escaping, it was best too kill him, yet he'd still felt wrong for being able too just let him die immediately. So, not wishing to discuss torture ideas with this happy atmosphere either, he's decided to stay quiet for the rest of this, closing his eyes, & just letting his body do what it wishes too at this point.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire leant into the couch, and accidentally Jamil, and listened to the end of the song. She'd killed the mood somehow, and it wasn't a good feeling. Could she fix it? No, she didn't know how. Should she just hum a calming song to the music? No, that'd ruin the ambience... her eyes closed in an attempt to stave off a headache.

 

[Neshimo]

"Don't worry." A smile as he'd already now gone into a rest, no even wishing too, but the atmosphere being to surreal to ignore. His mind is in a better place than before, as he learns too just let things go, more than a few actually. Probably with his ears open, but heart at ease, he's releasing everything that may trouble him, or as much as he can at least.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She let herself almost meditate, eyes closed and head against him. Calm, for a while, and slowly drifting off... but she didn't want to fall asleep. So she shook her head, but no. Still falling further... a better choice would have been to exercise. She forced herself to stand up, a little bit wobbly and off-balance.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm guessing you wish too stretch, we could practice some archery together, since I didn't get the chance too yet." That's the whole reason this started, he'd forgotten that his bow had been lost down there as well. He'd have to go back get it, without her of course. "I'll meet you in the courtyard, you set them up while I go get the targets?" A question more, as she may not wish too be with him every waking moment, but still asking is better for everyone.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A nod. "Sure. I'll be there, ready to practice." She'd have to see about scrounging up a regular bow. Using her lasor one would only ruin the target, after all, and that wasn't a good thing. "It shouldn't take long on my part." Up, out of the room, a small smile to him a hint of her feeling sorry for leaving him. Now, where would she find the offending equipment.... a somewhat smart idea.

 

[Neshimo]

"Great." Hopefully not being able too sense the pain of that room again, he'd quickly walk down, grab his bow, then walk out, & away. At least, that's what was supposed to happen, yet the smell gets too him again, yet thinking of the future, he takes a good long while to think about his next action, spending a good 10 minutes before reemerging too the courtyard.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(You're online early.)


Saphire, finally having found herself a practice bow, set up the target, and practiced stringing and unstringing it while she waited for Jamil. It was a calm area, for some reason everyone had avoided the two of them, her hair tied back in a red bow she'd somehow found while searching for the bow itself. She softly started humming as she waited, the clear sky and smell of grass a good balm for her patience. She needed to regain that, actually... and resolved to practice sitting in silence at the nearest opportunity. Oftentimes calm movements were the ticket to a successful assassination.

 

[Neshimo]

(Still in school, decided to do a quick post =q=)


He'd taken the spot by her side, standing while her hobby keeps her occupied. Her humming had become something both of them did frequently, & with a small nudge of his hand, a smile. "Ready?" He places the quivers & arrowheads next too a nearby stump, waiting for the response, as his hand go too giving a tighter stringer for his bow.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(Ah, I see. Don't get in trouble, y'hear?)


A blink as she finished stringing her bow the final time. Up to her feet, a nod, "Yes. I am always ready, or close to it." An almost cocky smirk, her pulling the string to ensure she'd done it correctly. She didn't want to have the string break or something, not when she was practicing next to someone. That would be bad.

 

[Neshimo]

"Alright, miss confident." A laugh as he steps back, giving a hand out towards the targets set up. "Please, show me how it's done." He could hit it, even with wind direction, from probably further away. That much he knows about himself, though for more than just the simple reason of love, he wishes to see her skill in archery, seeing as he'd only seen her up close."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, turning to the target. A puff of wind, slight swaying of her hair... up went the bow, she drew, in a breath, and release. THe arrow shot across, hitting dead center, going through the target. Her breath was released, and she lowered the bow, grabbing the next arrow right away. By this point she'd forgotten that Jamil was even there, focusing solely on the target, and on her bow, and on the air.

 

[Neshimo]

A whistle after the shot, he'd start backing away, wanting to press his limits. Short range was simple for him, & with his remedied wound, he would have to learn what his draw back is without stretching his skin, so, at the far end of the courtyard, he feels the wind pressure around him as he waits for her training session to be over with.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She continued, clustering around the one target, turning slightly and continuing through each target, shooting quickly but going through the entire process with each, until the quiver was empty. After she reached for an arrow only to find none, however, she blinked and realized that in two minutes she'd shot the entire large amount of arrows. A sigh, and she moved to gather them all, each shot having gone through the targets.

 

[Neshimo]

He'd wait until she's done with his single arrow, shooting from quite a ways away, as the arrow lands, yet a bit off the side, where the persons heart would be. He'd always been trained too shoot not for any other place, as a body can still live without parts of the mind, but the humans life cannot exist with a heart. He'd wait for her to gather her arrows afterwards, then go on too just watch her in general longer.