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[SE] Classic Rock - Thalassa - 07-06-2024
Thal left the Obsidian Cathedral and immediately worked her way towards the crust of the climb, determined to begin her quest without delay. The cooled lava had hardened into black stone, glistening in the sunlight that was able to peek through the miasma of ashy smoke. Her soft black boots padded over the rock, avoiding the small magma patches that opened up on occasion.
When it felt like she'd walked far enough, a large patch of raised black stone protruded before her with the inviting sheen of perfection. It was exactly what she needed for her new daggers. Smiling with anticipation, she walked forward to run her hands over the smooth, glistening surface. Her excitement was only dampened by the realization that she didn't bring any tools to mine with. Sighing in frustration, she pulled out her dagger and began pounding the hilt into the igneous rock.
RE: [SE] Classic Rock - Michael - 07-07-2024
Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
As of late, Michael was treading more dangerous places than usual. Not for any other reason than he felt the need to. The Fangs, The Climb, Hak Etme, anywhere beyond civilization. Away from noise and the din of voices, a silent hope that by leaving the civilized behind that the voice in his head would fade. That such an invasion would be silenced if he ran far enough. If he ran fast enough. If he hid well enough.
He'd come here for another purpose, too, though:
Mining.
He didn't have much coin, didn't care to earn it. Would much rather take it or get it himself, didn't trust anyone else to give him what he wanted. For long nights in the cold, for boiling water, for crafting, for tools. The best axe head he'd ever had had been made from stone, though volcanic glass was delicate and brittle. Easily broken if pressed or crushed in the right way. It could be sharpened into weapons, though, spearheads and blades with edges that could cut straight through flesh and into bone.
He was here, though, for a piece of granite or basalt. Something heavy that would do fine in any weather, a solid slab, not too large he couldn't carry, that would be good as a cutting board. A staple for any nomad like himself who was always on the move but enjoyed making his own food when he felt alive enough to do it.
And it was while he was searching that he heard the
clink clinkCLUNKTHUD clink
of metal on stone. He paused and turned in a slow half circle before he saw her there: A woman he didn't know using the handle of her dagger to crash into a pillar of black rock. And the only thing that was happening was the sound of it blasting in his ears.
Better, if only JUST, than the voice that invaded his mind.
He stared at her for several moments. Wondering if she was going to stop. As the comedy carried on, he folded his arms across his chest, the straps of his backpack pulling taut against strong shoulders.
"You know… I heard a legend once that said that if you attack a big black rock with the handle of a dagger you'll be rewarded with fuck all. Nice job if that's what you're after, you're doing great." He unfolded his arms so he could offer her a thumb's up. Eyes squinting. Eyebrows raised toward his hairline.
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
RE: [SE] Classic Rock - Thalassa - 07-07-2024
Between the clashes of her dagger against the stone, Thal was acutely aware of the approach of a man behind her. Her immediate instinct was to attack, but she chose instead to pointedly ignore him. That usually pissed men off more than acknowledging their existence. If he wanted to stand around watching her attractive backside, she wasn't going to stop him. As long as he didn't-- talk.
Well. That lasted all of two minutes.
His words drifted to her over the flat landscape, mocking her attempts to break the igneous. Without missing a beat, she said, [say]"If I remember that legend correctly, the man who interrupted ended with the dagger in his chest."[/say] Thal's flat tone was aggressive and biting as her tailed flicked in the semblance of a vulgar gesture that told him exactly what she thought of his 'encouragement'. Although she hated to admit that he may be right as she noted the dagger hilt taking more damage than the rock. However, she wasn't about to let him know that, so she let the irritation sit plainly on her face as she turned to stare him down with blazing blue eyes. Her height and build disadvantage may have suggested that she could be easily quelled by the stranger, but the wild shift of her dark hair and expert grip on her dagger said otherwise.
RE: [SE] Classic Rock - Michael - 07-12-2024
Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
"A dagger in his chest, huh? Sounds kinky." A faded little smirk.
So, Michael.
Quick question:
What's it like to give zero fucks?
DANGEROUS.
But, that was the truth of it. Kill him here, kill him there. Torture him, tear off a limb, do whatever the god damn fuck you wanna do because Michael had been done ages ago. Just didn't have the courage to take himself out. Didn't think he actually deserved it at the end of the day after what he'd done. Peace? HAH!
Not for him.
Still, his survival instincts were a constant, little alarm bells and tingles in his head. He didn't miss the flick of her tail when he spoke to her, knew in his gut that it was probably best to simply leave. There were plenty of places to get the stone that he needed; didn't have to get it here.
Still… there was something very sad about watching her struggle, and that gentle heart of his ached gently with the belief he could help. Give her a hand in a world where the noose was slowly squeezing each and every one of them into a corral meant for slaughter. At least, that was how he saw it. How he had always seen it, even before the purple alien bullshit had landed here.
"You can glare at me all god damn day, won't change the fact you're destroying that dagger for no reason." He met her gaze. Not a challenge but an acknowledgement. Not much there in blue eyes in the way of challenge anyway, a haunted 'why even try?' glaze there instead.
Moving slow, he pulled the pack from his shoulders and crouched. Opened it and drew out a narrow pick he'd probably stolen from some blacksmith shop. He tossed it her way so it would land close enough that she could reach it but not so close to believe he was trying to murder her with it.
Hopefully.
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
RE: [SE] Classic Rock - Thalassa - 07-15-2024
He was more attractive than she'd been expecting, but like a pretty flower without a scent, something felt off. Despite the smirk that played on his lips, the flat, haunted look of his eyes told of a cold lack of caring. Thal found herself intrigued by his vacant emotions and she almost genuinely laughed aloud at his comment. With an empty chuckle of her own that bordered flirtatious, she said, [say]"If that's all it takes to turn you on, I would be way too much for you to handle."[/say] The blaze of her eyes hinted at the fire humming in her veins and the depths of her carnal desires. He may be empty, but she was overflowing.
She waved her hand dismissively and scoffed. [say]"The daggers are getting melted down anyways."[/say] Done with his 'advice' she was about to turn back to the task at hand, when he crouched to rummage through his bag. Suspicion had her keeping a tight grip on her dagger, even as he stood, the pick on the ground between them. Thal narrowed her eyes and sheathed the blade. With a flick of her foot, she flipped the tool into the air and intercepted it with easy grace. Turning it over, she examined the pick. It didn't look like anything special, but it should do the job.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she couldn't care less, she exposed her back again to pound the rock with the pick. It came away much easier, making quick work of the shining black stone. Between the slam of the metal, Thal asked, [say]"Assuming you're not an Ancient, what are you doing out here?"[/say] She didn't want to start small talk, but she couldn't deny that he'd made her job a lot easier and a small level of curiosity had her pushing past the comforting silence.