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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 21:31:08 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed for a moment, a brief flash of anger flitting across his face. "You think I'd juzzt let zzomeone die? I have to zzay you're zzeriouzzly underezztimating me. And for what it'zz worth to you, Arceme, anything trying to kill my team izz going to have to go through me firzzt."
Seemingly without care, Daclus leaned back. "People look at me and zzee a zzmiling face. And they think I'm an idiot. They tend to revizze that opinion quickly. I'm an olive-blooded troll. Zzome forget what that meanzz. I hope you haven't."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 23, 2012 22:24:33 GMT -5
"my first impression of you had me believing you do not see me favorably. Why would you look out for me if, from the start, I was seen by you as nothing more than a loathsome Noble?" Arcemè did not lean back with him and merely looked over her shoulder at him.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 22:36:06 GMT -5
"You're shocked that I am not the kind of guy who will let zzomeone burn juzzt becauzze I don't get along with them." Crossing his arms, Daclus picked up one of the previously-ignored glasses and took a casual sip.
"Zzo let'zz talk about that."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 23, 2012 22:48:47 GMT -5
That was when Arcemè took a sip from her own glass. "what is there to discuss? I am not completely wrong in my assumption. Many of our kind would do such a thing."
She smirked
"at least I have the decency to not assume you mentally deficient." Indigo eyes narrowed slightly in mild amusement. "I will never change."
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 22:58:18 GMT -5
"That'zz your so-called highblood culture. I don't throw trollzz to the woofbeazztzz and I don't know anyone who really would." He ran a finger along the rim of his glass. "Good, huh? I make it. We grow the fruit here. I harvezzt it, inzzpect it, and zzelect the ripezzt to be juiced. I do everything around here, really. All the treezz out there are my orchardzz. Every night I go out, and by the time dawn comezz I've got barrelzz full."
With a more meaningful glance, he added, "It'zz not for me. No troll could eat that much. Now the quezztion you should be azzking izz what it'zz all for."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 23, 2012 23:01:46 GMT -5
Arcemè rolled her eyes, wondering if this was meant to impress her. While the drink was delicious she wasn't completely surprised. Of course, she was curious.
"alright" she said, a tinge of boredom creeping into her tone. "what is it all for?"
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 23:09:01 GMT -5
"You ever wonder what happenzz to the trollzz who lozze their guardianzz, Arceme?" Not waiting for a response, he stood, glass in hand, and moved towards the nearest viewport. Peering out, he rested a hand on the frame.
"I happen."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 23, 2012 23:14:16 GMT -5
Was he serious. "and the drones sent to kill them?" now she was REALLY interested. What coul he possibly have to gain from raising orphan trolls? "hoping to fulfill some prophecy untold?"
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 23:20:00 GMT -5
"I feed the kidzz, read them zztoriezz. Give them a hand when they fall down, you know? Other than that they're mozztly on their own. I'm juzzt zzomeone to talk to. Until zzomeone getzz hurt."
Daclus' gaze moved back to Arceme, and now his eyes burned in the low light. "Dronezz aren't zzmart. And uzzually they don't even get zzent out to cull the orphanzz. Guezzz people think the planet will take care of that. Zzometimezz though. Zzometimezz the dronezz come."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 23, 2012 23:24:09 GMT -5
"how do you fight them off?" daclud had Arcemè's full attention now. Taking another swig of her drink she leaned forward with interest.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 23, 2012 23:29:34 GMT -5
"Mozzt often? I don't. I have a luzzuzz. They're too dumb to figure out I'm sheltering their targetzz. After all, what do I have to gain from it?" There was a gentle clink as Daclus set his glass down. Most often wasn't all the time, but he didn't feel like answering that one.
"I know how to be a leader, Arceme. I've been one zzince I was five, the firzzt night that... no. The point izz. I've been at thizz for a while and I've gotten pretty good at it."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 24, 2012 0:09:06 GMT -5
"Good." Was all she said before finishing her drink and finally relaxing a little.
A pregnant pause and she spoke again. "I would haunt you relentlessly if I were to die on your watch."
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 24, 2012 16:27:20 GMT -5
((DECIDED THE USE OF ZZs WAS JUST TOO FUCKING GRATING AND I DON'T NEED TO REMIND EVERYONE THAT HE HAS A BIT OF A SPEECH IMPEDIMENT EVERY OTHER WORD))
"You would make an awful ghost." Grinning again, he settled back to sit on the table. "So no more doubts? Great. Anything else tickling your thinkpan?"
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Aug 24, 2012 18:36:29 GMT -5
"yes. Why the horrid attitude?" she finished off her drink and watched him, eyes flickering between curiosity and contempt.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Aug 24, 2012 18:45:41 GMT -5
"So me saying it'd be terrible if you were a ghost is attitude? Gotta watch my mouth around you." Raising his eyebrows, he gave her a somewhat pointed look. "Look, if anybody on my team gets hurt, which is a hypothetical because I'm not going to just let that happen, I can guarantee I will put the smackdown on whoever is responsible."
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