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Out of the Element Introducing: Luther Tenebres Macarath Tavern, Early-Riser’s Drink Afternoon
There was comfort in the placid balm of the Nohrian city, for a typical member of this society anyway. To those who lived in the mountainous regions of the Ice Tribe, it was as if summer had arrived.
And for certain others, who had lived in a deeper region on the mountain... it was as if the sun had descended to melt the world with a wrathful, fervent heat.
Two Nohrian soldiers marched down the street, one wearing a full set of steel armor, while the other was without. The armor-less soldier held a cold, stony expression on a handsome, yet heavily perspired face, as if someone trickled water off the top of his head continuously. His comrade, a taller, well-decorated individual, glanced at the young elf and cleared his throat.
“... You ought to find some shade, Tenebres. You look like...”
The soldier, Tenebres, interrupted him, “This is fine. I had returned from a run.” “Er... but I was with you this whole morn—“ ”I returned from a run.”
The words were followed with a steely glare.
“Y-yes, right.” The knight scratched the back of his head and glanced away, yet his shoulders bounced as he pointed to a tavern nearby, “Oh! Look over there, Tenebres! How about we go in the bar for a moment and get you something to drink? That run must’ve got you parched.”
“No,” he responded almost bitterly, “I do not need it. We are on patrol.”
“Now, don’t be like that,” a large, strong arm wrapped around his skinny shoulders, “I won’t let my subordinate pass out while I’m on patrol. Come on.”
“No.”
In spite of his words, the lithe soldier was dragged away into the bar with no resistance. Once inside, the knight raised his hand toward the bartender and said, “Sir! My comrade could use a nice cold drink. Right?”
He was met with sullen glare, but no words passed his mouth.
The bartender glanced hesitantly between the two of them, shrugged, then proceeded to prepare a drink. The knight placed two gold coins on the counter, then sat the sweaty elf on a chair. “You’re gonna sit here and take a break, understand? That’s an order. Catch up when you’ve caught your breath.”
The eyes of Tenebres opened slightly, “But... I am not...” Yet without letting him finish his sentence, the knight proceeded out of the bar, leaving an exasperated elf by himself.
A cool breeze passed by Tenebres. Looking to his left, he would see a ragged-clad elf with platinum blond hair (yet suspiciously blue at the roots), fanning herself with her wide-brimmed hat. Noticing his presence, she looked up, glanced at his face, and gave him a sympathetic smile of shared misery as she attempted, in her own way, to survive to ruinous, oppressive heat.
Fila Filigree truly hated summer with a passion rivaling the heat that now laid her low. She was considering taking a long term job in one of Nohr's colder regions to wait the heat out, but most of them would involve pacifying Ice Tribe rebellions or frostbitten patrols over half-buried trade routes. Or both, given the state of the Nohrian army's supply lines. Neither appealed to her, but every day stuck sweating like a cooking pig chipped away at her resolve.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
The sensation of the cool air against his damp skin caused the elf to turn his head immediately and stare intently at the patron sitting near to him.
Another elf, only with steely blonde hair. It was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman given their worn-out apparel, but one thing was certain:
That breeze sure felt nice.
He was tempted to ask if he could use her hat, but that was such an impertinent request! No, far be it for him to stoop down to beg, let alone speak to someone of such unusual appearance. His pride would not have it.
Even so, his dull eyes followed the flapping hat with faint interest.
“Here you are, sir. A cold, refreshing tonic to take the edge off the heat.”
Tenebres blinked for the first time since he felt the breeze, glancing his head back to the full glass of transparent blue liquid now sitting on the counter.
What is this? What did he just give me?
His eyes became dark and piercing as an intense pressure emitted from his being, focused on the drink with the utmost scrutiny.Fila
Fila tries not to too obviously watch her tablemate. Answering an unspoken request, she continued fanning the hat in such a way that Tenebris benefited. He looked... new. Obviously a guardsman, so it was not out of the question that she might one day find herself assisting him. His reaction to the tonic was interesting as well... not one to frequent Marcarth taverns, it seemed. So, new to the city as well. Likely Ice tribe like herself, given his reaction to the heat.
Speaking of the heat, she had made up her mind. Tomorrow, perhaps even later today, it was off to the military liaison. There had to be a temporary posting somewhere out of the reach of the blasted heat.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
The appearance of the tonic lost the attention of the soldier as the breeze seemed to strengthen. A reluctant glance told him that the stranger had started fanning the hat a little stronger.
... Oh, no.
At this point, it was already too obvious to the world. He was indeed new, and a stranger to Macarath. His attempts in assimilating into the city weather had failed the moment he had begun sweating like a godforsaken pig in labor.
Failed. Upon thinking of the word, there was an even greater discomforting sensation upon his backside. Had he begun to feel... anxious?
“S... sir, are you alright?” the bartender inquired nervously, “Your... er... your hair looks like it’s...”
The young elf’s head rose slowly to meet his glare with the man, ”Melting?”
The dye upon his hair had begun to run down his face in streams granting him a rather horrific appearance. The roots of his hair shown an unusual lavender-no, pink salmon color.
Realizing this, he stood up in his seat and turned to the stranger beside him.
“... Forsooth,” he muttered, “... This place will be the death of me.” Fila
Fila might've laughed if she had not once been in his exact same situation. Might've laughed, had she not once pouted at a rather amused waitress as blonde dye ran down her face. Might've laughed had she not also suffered under the oppressive heat.
That being said, it was a little funny seeing it from the outside
Still, she was sympathetic to him. There was now no doubt in her mind he was of the frozen wastes, though obviously not her tribe. Murmuring for only the two of them to hear, she says "Karla down by the docks makes a better dye than the stuff you'll find on the main streets; its not for extended use, but for actors who can't get wigs." She slides the tonic towards him.
"Sit down, and drink. Trust me, it helps." At this moment, he might notice she was drinking a similar drink. It looked temptingly cool. "You're not the first person who didn't want to paint a target on their back when the got off the boat. Don't worry, everyone here will forget about this in a day or two, when the next great performance rolls through this district."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
Tenebres glanced her from head to toe and knit his brow together. “... I... see.”
There was a great deal of information she had shared to him, in more ways than one. He’ll most certainly have to remember the name of the dye seller if he wanted to prevent himself from melting pigments in the future.
He returned to his seat and gingerly wrapped his hand around the cool glass. There was no reason to trust the elf woman, yet some comfort was better than none.
Tenebres tilted his head back as he let a few drops into his mouth, allowing its tangy, mildly bitter alcohol taste to permeate. Given the amount he ingested, there was no change to his state of being.
“Er, lad, the tonic works only if you drink at least half the glass.”
Half?!
His left hand began to fidget. He’s only before tasted the watered down alcohol for the soldiers, yet he could already sense the difference in taste.
Is this... is this really okay?
The question he thought in his head had somehow directed itself into looking back at the other elf with an inquiring expression. Fila
Oh stars above, he was looking to her for good decision making. Fila wondered what terrible damage she had done to this poor guard. Well, she had well and truly stuck her foot in it now. No backing out. "You'll be fine. No worse than you would be sweating yourself to death. Drink." How green was he? She hadn't been much better when she arrived, but she had been younger than he. And hadn't joined the guard.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
Wrapping his hand tightly round the glass, the tonic was brought back up to his lips as he sipped the drink, inadvertently cleaning the glass completely.
However, the effect was immediate. A cooling effect rushed through his body as the drink filtered down his throat. His profuse sweating had seized for the time being, much to his unspoken delight.
Given that the glass was empty, he set it down with a dissatisfied frown.
“Please.”
The bartender’s gaze glinted between him and the glass, then gave a wide smile before retrieving it. “Right.”
His body turned toward the elf to his side as his eyes locked onto hers. He had no smile on his face, but his eyes held a certain gratitude.
“I had returned from a jog,” he said with a flat tone, “Nothing more.” Fila
"As have I. The summer of this city is not gentle on those of us who enjoy jogging, I'm afraid." She was not going to try to get him to admit he was passively dying in the summer heat, for she too had her pride. As the bartender grabs the glass, she slides her own over to him. "Me as well." The bartender gives her a nod. He was used to ice tribers laid low by the heat. She gave Luther a lazy smirk in response to his stare. "It gets better. The breeze will start blowing soon."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"A breeze..." The soldier did not speak, yet his mouth formed the words. There was an innocent glow in his dark green eyes, only for it to dissipate after realizing that he was awed by such a simple thing.
Composure. He sat back down in his chair with his face completely parallel to the counter. Within his innermost being, he knew that this person must've been around the town for a while to know things... yet he didn't want to come off as...
... green.
No. Even his comrade took the time to converse with the locals to hear of the going-abouts of things. He had to take advantage of the fact that this person was approachable for someone so... so... intimidating.
Thus, he slowly and ever so bashfully opened his mouth to speak. "I... don't like talking." His teeth clamped shut, yet his will bade them to open again, "... But... I'm... I'm... I'm..."
I'm? I'm what? Think of something, will you? What about your name? Give your name. Start with your name!
"... I'm... Luther. L-Luther Tenebres."
With his head still toward the counter, he stuck his hand out stiffly toward the stranger. Fila
Fila fought with everything she had to keep her composure. By the thinnest of margins, she succeeded. Her eyes betrayed nothing. The mask was secure. Her lips did not so much as twitch. But inside, she was giggling helplessly.
"Jack. A pleasure, Luther." She extends her hand to shake his, arm moving with the weight of someone clearly wearing armor. Obviously, it extended farther below her clothing than the pauldrons.
"Marcarth is a big city, isn't? You could live here for years and be completely unfamiliar with your surroundings after an hour's walk."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
The hands of the mercenary were... cold and weighty. He gripped slightly to impress the chilled sensation into his skin.
... A nostalgic day of romping around the mountain...
An ironically warm feeling grew in his chest as he withdrew his hand. “Jack...” he replied with a relaxed nod yet a tucked smile, “Marcarth is... it is big. I’ve... I have never seen anything like it. S... still, it’s... I mean, it is warmer than I thought it would be.”
Still correcting yourself, Luther? Pull yourself together. Fila
Fila glanced at is hand, withdrawing hers after the handshake lasted just long enough to look awkward. "Warmer indeed. Its truly massive, and it changes every day when the boats come through. For good or for ill."
Fila smiled, thinking to herself how adorable it was when he stuttered. Reminded her of her friend back home, Lu...ther... 'Wait. Really?' Looking at him properly, it was. The pink hair should have been a dead giveaway for her, in all honesty. Then again, it was Marcarth.
"Don't worry, you're doing pretty good." A pause. Her voice had slipped back into older times. When she was happier. Her face concealed her surprise, but it existed nonetheless. Hopefully he wouldn't notice. That would be an awkward reunion.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
The lad’s fingers curled in as he pulled his hand toward himself. There was a brief moment of blank-faced deliberation on his end, that which could not be necessarily delineated or parsed into meaning.
’You’re doing pretty good,’ huh...
“If... if you see me doing well, then... that’s... er, that is good,” said Luther with a bashful turn of his head, “... It all... it might all just work out... eventually.” The latter word came out with a hopeful tone.
Just then, the glasses of tonics were placed before them, thus Luther wrapped his hands around the cool glass once more and turned his body toward the mercenary to raise his glass toward her in toast, “... Thank you... Jack.”Fila
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