Ke'bhee still had rooms at his disposal in Tuliyollal and now that he's fully attuned with the Aetheryte it's not exactly difficult to go back for a rest when he wants to be alone, it's just...
Well, this place seems to need a lot of his attention at the moment, and while it might be quick to go back and forth it's still not particularly convenient - for him or for anybody who might need to call on him for anything - so he's taken to spending more of his time at the bar in Solution Nine. When he isn't being called away for anything else, that is.
People seem to know to find him there, and while part of him longs - as ever - for a break, he's also glad that he can make it easy for them, that seeking him out needn't be a trial. He's still sitting down, so it's like resting, right?
Things are quiet this afternoon, and he's retreated from his usual spot at the bar to a corner booth so he can have a little time to himself - though the bartender knows to send people his way if they come looking for him, which is why he's not surprised when he sees a familiar head of green hair approaching.
He replays that moment in his head often, the look on the upstart's face as he shared in confidence that which he had promised not to tell anyone: that the pressure of maintaining his persona is too much. He's taken his passion and made it his job, and in the process, lost his love for it, finding only perpetual exhaustion in its place. Something in his tale resonated, he could see that immediately.
Things being what they were around the city, he wasn't sure if he'd run across Ke'bhee again. There was always some new chaos to be had, and the new champion always seemed to be in the thick of it. He knew already the man was far from ordinary. People like that are hard to pin down.
Thankfully, even if his partying days are over, he still has a lot of contacts in Solution 9's clubs and bars, and one such person was kind enough to reach out to him to let him know where Ke'bhee has been spending his time. It's easy enough to make his way there one afternoon, when the crowds are thinner and neither of them are in danger of being accosted by fans. He's dressed down for the occasion in a simple hoodie, still purple of course, hands shoved into the pockets as he approaches. He offers the other man a small smile, angling his head at the spot next to him.
There's the tiniest moment when Ke'bhee first looks up that there's a look of tiredness in his eyes, though when he does see who it is he smiles warmly and his tone is genuine when he motions to the seat.
"No, please make yourself comfortable."
He has to admit - to himself if not out loud, never out loud - that it was a little awkward to see the other man again, as much as it had been good to meet him and help him, there was something about his story that had stung particularly harshly, had resonated with Ke'bhee's own history in a way that made him vaguely uncomfortable. It was the same feeling he had with Wuk Lamat sometimes.
And once again he gave advice that he would never take himself.
"Did you need something?" He asks automatically, his first assumption when anybody approached.
No worries! I have company myself so I will also not be around.
“Just to chat,” comes the reply, his tone easy and friendly as he slips into the seat next to the Arcadion’s latest champion. It is true that he wants to talk, though his reasons for doing so go beyond simply being friendly. There is a desire to help, if he can. A nagging feeling that maybe he can return the kindness he was shown to him, if Ke’bhee will let him.
The tip of one slender finger alights on the tabletop, tracing an invisible pattern over the surface. Golden eyes, no longer hiding behind ever-present sunglasses, flick over to the miqo’te.
“How have you been?”
That seems like a good enough place to start.
Re: No worries! I have company myself so I will also not be around.
Ke'bhee looks a little surprised, since it's not something he often hears - even from some of the scions, and he does count them as his closest friends. He can't help but wonder if it's a pretense for something else, and then immediately feels guilty for thinking that. perhaps he really does just want to talk.
"Well enough," he answers with a smile "nobody's tried to end the world in the last few days, at least."
Maybe he shouldn't joke about that, but only because knowing his luck they probably will now.
If it is a pretense for something else, it's only so that he can delve a little deeper and ask the questions he really wants to ask. He does have Ke'bhee's wellbeing in mind either way, so it's not as if his intentions are sinister or self-serving. He just wants to help this man who has helped him so much.
"Don't put that out into the universe," comes the reply, carried on a light chuckle. "You're gonna tempt fate."
Poor Alexandria has been put through the ringer lately, and that's not even counting whatever might be happening in the world outside the dome. Sometimes it truly does feel like it's only a matter of time before disaster strikes again.
There's another pause, the former Arcadion fighter's gaze drifting down to stare at nothing in particular on top of the table. It's funny how he can perform in front of an arena full of people, but this conversation has him nearly losing his nerve. "I... actually wanted to ask you something, if that's okay. About when we talked in the green room before, when you and Black Cat told us about psychonekrosis."
Ke'bhee can't help but laugh slightly when the other man's words echo his thoughts - maybe he is tempting fate, but at this point what's the difference? It's going to happen sooner or later anyway, he's found it easier just to expect it, then every day without chaos striking is a pleasant surprise.
When the pause comes, Ke'bhee recognises the weight to the silence, so he stays patiently quiet and allows his companion the time to work up to what he obviously wants to say.
The words make him nod, encouraging.
"Yes?" he prompts "I'm happy to answer anything, though if it's something technical we might have to turn to one of the others for an answer, I'm afraid I'm not as knowledgable as some of my colleagues."
"Oh no, nothing quite like that," he says with a wave of his hands, brushing the thought away. With that out of the way... how does he approach this? For what feels like the millionth time in this entire exchange, he falls quiet in such a stark contrast to his usual persona, all bright smiles and thoughtless words.
At long, long last, he ventures, "When I told you how much I struggled to play the part of Dancing Green, why did you look at me like that?"
His mouth says one thing, but the way his gaze ticks up to land on the man in front of him says something utterly different. You understand, don't you?
The quiet is a little strange given everything that Ke'bhee's come to know about the other man, but as before he just waits patiently for the words to come.
When they do, he's suddenly not so sure he should have been quite so accomodating about this conversation. His awkwardness suddenly feels palpable, as though the very question has caused a giant arrow to appear above him declaring to the entirety of Solution Nine and beyond that he's just an imposter, playing a part.
He knows that's ridiculous, but he just can't help the way he tenses, and he can see the real question in the viera's eyes, a question that scares him, makes him feel raw and exposed and makes him want to run away. Except... he knows why the question is being asked. He knows what the answer needs to be. He may not feel like a hero, like the real warrior of light, but that urge to help people any way he can... that part is practically instinct, and he can't deny the reassurance, the solidarity his answer will bring, even as it terrifies him to give it.
"I... knew how you felt." he says quietly "The weight of expectation, of not wanting to let people down, of wanting to be what they need you to be... I understand that."
[ There's no time like the present to start on your next big adventure!
That's certainly the way of life that Himeka has adopted. Mayhaps its in part to make up for all the years she existed in the same proverbial (and often literal) bubble, but she also just likes to keep busy. And when there's a want for purpose...exploring is the best way to fill that hole. You never know what you might discover about the world and yourself.
There's little preparation that she needs to do even to act as a guide. Her pack is always filled with tools and snacks and several things she really ought to sell but is holding onto just in case. Dancing Green might learn from her ways or (wisely) find his own rhythm.
So she waits at the entrance to Solution 9, scrolling on her tomestone for a few minutes mostly to check the weather. The dome is easy to tell, but outside is a whole new world. One that hopefully he will enjoy.
Once she spots a familiar pair of long green ears, she waves. ]
[ He waves back. She'll find him dressed a bit more modestly compared to his usual, in simple traveling clothes — though he couldn't quite help the bright purple jacket he has slung over his otherwise mundane wardrobe. His ever-present shades are pushed up onto his head, and most notable of all, his regulator is missing.
He couldn't quite bring himself to leave it behind, this thing he's worn all his life, but knowing what having it did to him, to others like the Brute Bomber, he thought that perhaps it was time to stop wearing it.
And, no matter what comes of this trek to the outside world, he wants to remember it. And be remembered in turn. ]
[ She's glad he's kept the jacket--while "Dancing Green" may have been a persona to please and entertain the masses, there's still pieces of him that helped build that up. It's iconic, for sure, but he also seemed to just like it. He said purple was his color, after all.
The lack of regular is something Himeka definitely notes, but doesn't comment on it. Not yet. Such things stick out in Alexandria.
She shakes her head, waving off any concerns of time. ]
Not at all. I was just checking the weather. [ A beat. ] The non-thundering weather. The one outside.
[ Himeka slips her tomestone into her top. Where one should keep any important devices. ]
How are you feeling?
[ She's always eager to get going but, well, this is a big step for him, isn't it? ]
[ That’s a part of his reason for this journey, to be honest. To figure out where “Dancing Green” stops and he starts, who he is and what he wants to be now that he’s left the Arcadion behind. All things considered, he has his whole life ahead of him – more than most others, considering the way his people age. Might as well get out there and figure out what to live for. ]
Nervous, if I’m honest.
[ He flashes her a look that seems just that – excited, yes, but a little scared, too. All he’s known his whole life is the dome, the people in it. Knowing there’s a whole world out there beggars belief. ]
So… maybe we should get going before I lose my nerve.
[ Once he’s out of here, he feels, there will be no going back. That’ll help him keep moving forward. ]
[ Nervous? Nervous is good. Nervous means he's been thinking about the possibilities and the changes. There's no judgment in her gaze, only a widening of her soft smile as she nods. ]
It's a bit like going up into the ring for the first time, right?
[ She motions for him to follow as she starts walking towards the gateway, his first few steps into the wider world. TRULY. ]
[ It helps that Himeka doesn't make him feel judged, only encouraged. Her presence is a comfort, more than he thought it would be. She's the reason he's here in the first place, after all. Free from the Arcadion, from the threat of having his soul slowly torn apart, free from his identity as—
Oh. ]
Oh. No, probably not. I'm leaving that behind in the city.
[ Dancing Green doesn't offer a new name. Interesting. Does he prefer not to use his given one? That's fine, if that's the case. Everyone should be allowed to be called whatever they prefer. ]
So then you need a new alias.
[ Of course, this means she's going to help regardless if it's requested or not. Himeka nods, bringing a hand to her chin as she thinks. Then is hit by a spark of inspiration. Her tail pops up behind her as she exclaims, pointing up in the air. ]
[ An... alias? He's heard a thing or two about the viera, the people who live across the globe, and how they choose a "city name" whenever they leave their home. Something to mark the start of a new life.
Maybe that's something he can do for himself, too. Really leave this life of his behind to search for something new.
Himeka's sudden enthusiasm draws a laugh out of him. ]
"Matcha"? Well, I guess it'll do... for now.
[ (He thinks it's cute, but something tells him he shouldn't encourage her too much.) ]
[ It makes perfect sense to her all of a sudden. Matcha is green and it can give you energy. And it also goes well in mochi which, apparently, some believe have to do with rabbits on the moon pounding it. And he is--
Well. She shouldn't call viera rabbits but she can see the resemblances. (The irony therein regarding Au Ra and dragons or reptiles does not compute here. Entirely different issue.) ]
Matcha it is, then!
[ She pumps her fists, glad that he seems to like it. ]
I'll have to prepare some for you when we take our first rest, then, so you can taste it for yourself.
[ Yes, she did just name him after food without any initial explanation.
With that seemingly settled, Himeka eagerly leads him outside into the wilds of the dome. This still feels like a foreign landscape to her. The aether feels different, tickling her skin and scales. ]
[ It is his Starbucks Mosaic drink of choice! With lavender, naturally, because purple and green is an ongoing theme with him.
As they go, he sticks close to her, glancing around like he's afraid some beast is going to pop out and try to chomp on them both. With the Unenhanced Warrior by his side, he knows he has little cause for concern, but it should go without saying that without his feral soul, he's not much for fighting. ]
[ This is actually of great interest to her. The types of food available in Solution 9 have been interesting, some delicious while others...questionable. Himeka definitely has #Thoughts on them all. But Matcha being something that may have been developed on the Ninth? Now that is neat! ]
Then I'd like to see how they make it. The Last Stand in Sharlayan started serving some sort of matcha drink, but it was really just green with a lot of sugar.
[ Himeka is rather casual about the whole venturing out into the world with level 90+ dangerous beasts about. But the admission that he's never left is enough to bring her pause. So she stops, blinking as she looks at him. ]
Oh, why didn't you say so!
[ Give her a moment as she kneels down on the ground--yes, still in the middle of everything--and starts going through her satchel. It can hold a ridiculous amount of items thanks to the magic of hammerspace, and it doesn't take long for random items to come out: helmets, some shoes, rocks of various colors and sizes, a scroll, an impossibly large fish from space, and-- ]
Ah!
[ She pulls out a pair of chakrams and holds them out to "Matcha", expectantly. ]
Here, I think these should suit you if trouble comes up.
Are you sure this is… [ okay? is what he’s going to ask, regarding them just pulling to a stop in the middle of the wilderness, with lightning flashing and the silhouettes of wild beasts on the horizon.
Then she just sort of keeps pulling stuff out of her bag, and he trails off, watching in fascination. What on earth?
A scant moment later he finds… well, he can only assume they’re weapons, offered to him. He takes them with no small amount of awkwardness, like he clearly doesn’t know how to even hold them. ]
[ She knew that she held onto those for a reason! And not just to turn in back in Limsa Lominsa. Himeka seems pretty proud of herself as she starts shoving things back into her bag as unceremoniously as she unloaded them. ]
[ To be perfectly honest, he’s still not sure what “trying out” these particular weapons entails, but… well, she’s just trying to help, so he won’t fault her for that. ]
… Alright.
[ He fumbles with them a moment, but does get them hooked to his belt in a way he’s certain they won’t fall off eventually. ]
I don’t mind the walk. It’s my understanding we’re taking a train out of the dome, right?
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One million years later...
Well, this place seems to need a lot of his attention at the moment, and while it might be quick to go back and forth it's still not particularly convenient - for him or for anybody who might need to call on him for anything - so he's taken to spending more of his time at the bar in Solution Nine. When he isn't being called away for anything else, that is.
People seem to know to find him there, and while part of him longs - as ever - for a break, he's also glad that he can make it easy for them, that seeking him out needn't be a trial. He's still sitting down, so it's like resting, right?
Things are quiet this afternoon, and he's retreated from his usual spot at the bar to a corner booth so he can have a little time to himself - though the bartender knows to send people his way if they come looking for him, which is why he's not surprised when he sees a familiar head of green hair approaching.
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Things being what they were around the city, he wasn't sure if he'd run across Ke'bhee again. There was always some new chaos to be had, and the new champion always seemed to be in the thick of it. He knew already the man was far from ordinary. People like that are hard to pin down.
Thankfully, even if his partying days are over, he still has a lot of contacts in Solution 9's clubs and bars, and one such person was kind enough to reach out to him to let him know where Ke'bhee has been spending his time. It's easy enough to make his way there one afternoon, when the crowds are thinner and neither of them are in danger of being accosted by fans. He's dressed down for the occasion in a simple hoodie, still purple of course, hands shoved into the pockets as he approaches. He offers the other man a small smile, angling his head at the spot next to him.
"Is this seat taken?"
FYI I will be away at a larp this weekend
There's the tiniest moment when Ke'bhee first looks up that there's a look of tiredness in his eyes, though when he does see who it is he smiles warmly and his tone is genuine when he motions to the seat.
"No, please make yourself comfortable."
He has to admit - to himself if not out loud, never out loud - that it was a little awkward to see the other man again, as much as it had been good to meet him and help him, there was something about his story that had stung particularly harshly, had resonated with Ke'bhee's own history in a way that made him vaguely uncomfortable. It was the same feeling he had with Wuk Lamat sometimes.
And once again he gave advice that he would never take himself.
"Did you need something?" He asks automatically, his first assumption when anybody approached.
No worries! I have company myself so I will also not be around.
The tip of one slender finger alights on the tabletop, tracing an invisible pattern over the surface. Golden eyes, no longer hiding behind ever-present sunglasses, flick over to the miqo’te.
“How have you been?”
That seems like a good enough place to start.
Re: No worries! I have company myself so I will also not be around.
Ke'bhee looks a little surprised, since it's not something he often hears - even from some of the scions, and he does count them as his closest friends. He can't help but wonder if it's a pretense for something else, and then immediately feels guilty for thinking that. perhaps he really does just want to talk.
"Well enough," he answers with a smile "nobody's tried to end the world in the last few days, at least."
Maybe he shouldn't joke about that, but only because knowing his luck they probably will now.
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"Don't put that out into the universe," comes the reply, carried on a light chuckle. "You're gonna tempt fate."
Poor Alexandria has been put through the ringer lately, and that's not even counting whatever might be happening in the world outside the dome. Sometimes it truly does feel like it's only a matter of time before disaster strikes again.
There's another pause, the former Arcadion fighter's gaze drifting down to stare at nothing in particular on top of the table. It's funny how he can perform in front of an arena full of people, but this conversation has him nearly losing his nerve. "I... actually wanted to ask you something, if that's okay. About when we talked in the green room before, when you and Black Cat told us about psychonekrosis."
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Ke'bhee can't help but laugh slightly when the other man's words echo his thoughts - maybe he is tempting fate, but at this point what's the difference? It's going to happen sooner or later anyway, he's found it easier just to expect it, then every day without chaos striking is a pleasant surprise.
When the pause comes, Ke'bhee recognises the weight to the silence, so he stays patiently quiet and allows his companion the time to work up to what he obviously wants to say.
The words make him nod, encouraging.
"Yes?" he prompts "I'm happy to answer anything, though if it's something technical we might have to turn to one of the others for an answer, I'm afraid I'm not as knowledgable as some of my colleagues."
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At long, long last, he ventures, "When I told you how much I struggled to play the part of Dancing Green, why did you look at me like that?"
His mouth says one thing, but the way his gaze ticks up to land on the man in front of him says something utterly different. You understand, don't you?
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The quiet is a little strange given everything that Ke'bhee's come to know about the other man, but as before he just waits patiently for the words to come.
When they do, he's suddenly not so sure he should have been quite so accomodating about this conversation. His awkwardness suddenly feels palpable, as though the very question has caused a giant arrow to appear above him declaring to the entirety of Solution Nine and beyond that he's just an imposter, playing a part.
He knows that's ridiculous, but he just can't help the way he tenses, and he can see the real question in the viera's eyes, a question that scares him, makes him feel raw and exposed and makes him want to run away. Except... he knows why the question is being asked. He knows what the answer needs to be. He may not feel like a hero, like the real warrior of light, but that urge to help people any way he can... that part is practically instinct, and he can't deny the reassurance, the solidarity his answer will bring, even as it terrifies him to give it.
"I... knew how you felt." he says quietly "The weight of expectation, of not wanting to let people down, of wanting to be what they need you to be... I understand that."
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That's certainly the way of life that Himeka has adopted. Mayhaps its in part to make up for all the years she existed in the same proverbial (and often literal) bubble, but she also just likes to keep busy. And when there's a want for purpose...exploring is the best way to fill that hole. You never know what you might discover about the world and yourself.
There's little preparation that she needs to do even to act as a guide. Her pack is always filled with tools and snacks and several things she really ought to sell but is holding onto just in case. Dancing Green might learn from her ways or (wisely) find his own rhythm.
So she waits at the entrance to Solution 9, scrolling on her tomestone for a few minutes mostly to check the weather. The dome is easy to tell, but outside is a whole new world. One that hopefully he will enjoy.
Once she spots a familiar pair of long green ears, she waves. ]
Good morning!
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[ He waves back. She'll find him dressed a bit more modestly compared to his usual, in simple traveling clothes — though he couldn't quite help the bright purple jacket he has slung over his otherwise mundane wardrobe. His ever-present shades are pushed up onto his head, and most notable of all, his regulator is missing.
He couldn't quite bring himself to leave it behind, this thing he's worn all his life, but knowing what having it did to him, to others like the Brute Bomber, he thought that perhaps it was time to stop wearing it.
And, no matter what comes of this trek to the outside world, he wants to remember it. And be remembered in turn. ]
I didn't keep you waiting, did I?
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The lack of regular is something Himeka definitely notes, but doesn't comment on it. Not yet. Such things stick out in Alexandria.
She shakes her head, waving off any concerns of time. ]
Not at all. I was just checking the weather. [ A beat. ] The non-thundering weather. The one outside.
[ Himeka slips her tomestone into her top. Where one should keep any important devices. ]
How are you feeling?
[ She's always eager to get going but, well, this is a big step for him, isn't it? ]
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Nervous, if I’m honest.
[ He flashes her a look that seems just that – excited, yes, but a little scared, too. All he’s known his whole life is the dome, the people in it. Knowing there’s a whole world out there beggars belief. ]
So… maybe we should get going before I lose my nerve.
[ Once he’s out of here, he feels, there will be no going back. That’ll help him keep moving forward. ]
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It's a bit like going up into the ring for the first time, right?
[ She motions for him to follow as she starts walking towards the gateway, his first few steps into the wider world. TRULY. ]
"Dancing Green embarks on his--"
[ Wait. She pauses. ]
--should I still call you "Dancing Green"?
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Oh. ]
Oh. No, probably not. I'm leaving that behind in the city.
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So then you need a new alias.
[ Of course, this means she's going to help regardless if it's requested or not. Himeka nods, bringing a hand to her chin as she thinks. Then is hit by a spark of inspiration. Her tail pops up behind her as she exclaims, pointing up in the air. ]
How about..."Matcha"!
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Maybe that's something he can do for himself, too. Really leave this life of his behind to search for something new.
Himeka's sudden enthusiasm draws a laugh out of him. ]
"Matcha"? Well, I guess it'll do... for now.
[ (He thinks it's cute, but something tells him he shouldn't encourage her too much.) ]
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Well. She shouldn't call viera rabbits but she can see the resemblances. (The irony therein regarding Au Ra and dragons or reptiles does not compute here. Entirely different issue.) ]
Matcha it is, then!
[ She pumps her fists, glad that he seems to like it. ]
I'll have to prepare some for you when we take our first rest, then, so you can taste it for yourself.
[ Yes, she did just name him after food without any initial explanation.
With that seemingly settled, Himeka eagerly leads him outside into the wilds of the dome. This still feels like a foreign landscape to her. The aether feels different, tickling her skin and scales. ]
How often do you leave Solution 9?
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[ It is his
StarbucksMosaic drink of choice! With lavender, naturally, because purple and green is an ongoing theme with him.As they go, he sticks close to her, glancing around like he's afraid some beast is going to pop out and try to chomp on them both. With the Unenhanced Warrior by his side, he knows he has little cause for concern, but it should go without saying that without his feral soul, he's not much for fighting. ]
...I've uh. Never been out here before.
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[ This is actually of great interest to her. The types of food available in Solution 9 have been interesting, some delicious while others...questionable. Himeka definitely has #Thoughts on them all. But Matcha being something that may have been developed on the Ninth? Now that is neat! ]
Then I'd like to see how they make it. The Last Stand in Sharlayan started serving some sort of matcha drink, but it was really just green with a lot of sugar.
[ Himeka is rather casual about the whole venturing out into the world with
level 90+dangerous beasts about. But the admission that he's never left is enough to bring her pause. So she stops, blinking as she looks at him. ]Oh, why didn't you say so!
[ Give her a moment as she kneels down on the ground--yes, still in the middle of everything--and starts going through her satchel. It can hold a ridiculous amount of items thanks to the magic of hammerspace, and it doesn't take long for random items to come out: helmets, some shoes, rocks of various colors and sizes, a scroll, an impossibly large fish from space, and-- ]
Ah!
[ She pulls out a pair of chakrams and holds them out to "Matcha", expectantly. ]
Here, I think these should suit you if trouble comes up.
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Are you sure this is… [ okay? is what he’s going to ask, regarding them just pulling to a stop in the middle of the wilderness, with lightning flashing and the silhouettes of wild beasts on the horizon.
Then she just sort of keeps pulling stuff out of her bag, and he trails off, watching in fascination. What on earth?
A scant moment later he finds… well, he can only assume they’re weapons, offered to him. He takes them with no small amount of awkwardness, like he clearly doesn’t know how to even hold them. ]
What am I meant to do with these?
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They're for you to fight with.
[ Obviously? She looks up, then realizes-- ]
--Oh! They're for dancers.
[ There. Crystal clear. ]
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Am I fighting or dancing?
[ Safe to assume that dancer-the-combat-class is not much of a thing in his circles. ]
Sorry, it's just... the only way I know how to fight is with the help of my feral soul. And you know how that'll pan out.
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...Both?
[ At least she gives him an apologetic smile as she shoves that last item into pack. Then, slinging it back over her shoulder, Himeka stands. ]
No, I'm sorry. I hadn't thought much about what a different fighting style would be, and I'm no dancer.
[ She brings a hand to her chin as she thinks. ]
How about...hold onto those for now? And when we get to an area that's a bit safer, we can try them out.
[ She smiles, bringing her hand back to the strap of her bag. ]
I promise I won't let anything get too close. Though if you would like, we could ride rather than walk?
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… Alright.
[ He fumbles with them a moment, but does get them hooked to his belt in a way he’s certain they won’t fall off eventually. ]
I don’t mind the walk. It’s my understanding we’re taking a train out of the dome, right?
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