A Wayward Savior

[theholywarrior]

Who: Patroklos & Whomever finds him
When: Midday
Where: Plaza (Or rather wandering away from the main plaza)
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open


[ If it hadn't been for the unusual kindness of a local woman, Patroklos would have never stirred from consciousness. The blond had to have been out for a few minutes, fifteen at max. The one who solidly nailed him in the back of his head with that book was long forgotten by him. However, the dull headache he now sports won't allow him to forget that he was bested by a mere book. Wobbly rising to his feet as he clutched his head in dire distress, Patroklos eyes widened once caught glimpse of the blue-silver blade. Laying right before his feet was none other than the coveted Soul Calibur gleaming in all its brilliance. Staring at the sword with mild wonder, Patroklos hesitated to reach for it. ]

That sword...

[ His voice was laced with agony. ]

It's more than what it seems to be.

[ Unsure what to do now, Patroklos gingerly picked up the spirit sword by its hilt and sheathed it once more. ]

...nhhm...

[ Now holding his head with both hands once the headache intensified, Patroklos slowly began to walk down the avenue aimlessly. ]

Comments

[lightning_tied]

[Sometimes, Fox half-felt like he lived at the plaza. Even after giving up on watching the place for familiar arrivals. He guessed that he just found it comfortable, somehow. And if nothing else it was usually the most exciting place in the city. For all of the excitement he cared for, at least....]

[He made his way there now, walking without any particular hurry.]

[theholywarrior]

[ Wobbly marching down the street grasping his aching head in his hand, Patroklos accidentally bumped into someone. He of course gave the usual pleasantries by apologizing but once he got a good look at the man before him, the young Athenian's eyes grew as wide as saucers. ]

...My word!

[ He blinked his eyes a few times in sheer disbelief. ]

Y-You're a beast!

[lightning_tied]

[Oof.]

Oh, so--huh?

[Oh boy. It was one of those humans. He'd run into this a few times since getting here, but it had been a while. Just as awkward to go about handling as ever, though. Where to even start...]

And you're new, I'm guessing.

[theholywarrior]

You can speak?

[ Completely fascinated with the creature's fluffy ears, Patroklos leaned over to try to pet the fox man. ]

I never thought that creatures could master human tongue and with such ease at that!

[lightning_tied]

[No, of course not. Why would this go smoothly.]

Human ton--no, there's something that transl--wait wait, let's go over this slowly.

[Taking steps away to try and and avoid the...contact, Fox puts out his arms before taking a hand to his temple.]

Let me guess, you're from an Earth?

[lafreshia]

[Lili was transfixed outside a shop window. She was actually more infatuated with her own reflection than the wares behind the glass. In fact, she was too busy admiring herself that neither she nor the young man noticed each other that everything inevitably ended into them stumbling all over each other.

As soon as Lili recovered to compose herself, she immediately threw a fit.]

How dare you interrupt me in my meditative contemplation?

[theholywarrior]

[ A pained groan was Lili's only reply at first. Still gripping the side of his head in agony, Patroklos pinned a heated glare on the pompous beauty. While he was most certainly in the wrong for bumping into her, Patroklos couldn't help but be somewhat agitated by the woman's harsh tone. ]

Meditative contemplation?

[ He arched his brow as he glanced over towards the glass display. ]

Oh, spare me the theatrics. You was just ogling those tacky dresses!

[lafreshia]

My business here is none of your concern. However, you would accuse me the behavior of a peasant?! You surely don't think you can bully me just because you're armed.

[Lili, flustered from being disgraced in public, immediately rose into the defensive to save face. Clearly, she was just itching for a fight. Her stay so far in Vatheon had been far too peaceful and she was looking for any opportunity to trade blows with anyone. This came close enough.

She cut through the air with her hand in an elegant arc, followed by a graceful kick - each movement followed by a trail of glowing pink petals. As her foot landed to the ground, she entered her fighting stance and laughed gleefully obviously proud of herself]

I will prove my worth!

[theholywarrior]

[ The look on his face said it all as he watched her silly performance. His brows were knitted together in annoyance and his blue-green eyes looked at her with such disgust. It must've been rather clear that the Athenian wasn't very impressed with Lili's antics. ]

...Surely you jest.

[lafreshia]

[Lili expected at least some acknowledgement for her skills, but, no. Again, she had been mocked outright. This infuriated her to no end. This man will know the presence of her heel on his back and promised to continue teaching it to him until he remembers nothing else]

How dare you not take me seriously? You will rue the day you crossed me.

[And with that, she charged]

Have at you!!

[donotcomprehend]

[Gale is on his way to visit the coral in the plaza to touch the Lamufao. There are new arrivals at this time of month, of course, which is to be expected, but he isn't exactly expecting to see one looking injured. So it only takes a moment for him to step up to Patroklos.]

Do you need help?

[theholywarrior]

[ It took the Athenian a moment to realize that someone was talking to him but eventually he answers. ]

Y-Yes. I don't believe this headache is going to take it's leave anytime soon...

[donotcomprehend]

There is a clinic that can help you. One of my comrades works there, and the others I believe are reasonably competent as well.

[That must be a really impressive headache, if it's making this man react like that, Gale reasons. He's never seen someone acting so incapacitated because of something like that.]

[theholywarrior]

[ Okay, you go get bashed in the back of the head by a gigantic bible of a book and you tell me how it feels. Zexion really did a number on this brat here, then again Patroklos deserved it for earlier.

So in truth, this headache is more likened to a serious migraine or worse a mind concussion. ]

Beggars cannot be choosers, right? I'll go.

[donotcomprehend]

[How is it possible to be injured so quickly? It must be a charming personality trait. Even Gale didn't manage that, and he's a relatively suspicious guy from a world where the smartest thing you can do is to shoot strangers when you see them.]

Especially when limited to Vatheon, though I believe there are several here with healing abilities.

[closedcircuit]

[Ky had watched the battle in the street, tempted to step in but he hadn't been sure how to do so without causing things to escalate further. He approaches the man, his hand hovering near his own sword in case he proves to be hostile.]

Generally it's frowned on to fight as you have here. Are you both alright?

[theholywarrior]

[ Somewhat regretting that little stint earlier, Patroklos paused suddenly once he spotted the armed knight. Was this man one of the city guards? If so, he must have caught sight of that awful altercation. ]

...Ah, of course. I didn't mean for that to get so...out of hand. However, I trust that we're both fine or least I am.

[closedcircuit]

[ Ky nodded politely. ]

I hope so, and that your disagreement won't be a continual problem. It's better to have semblance of law and order, even here, I think.

[theholywarrior]

I, Patroklos Alexander, would never do anything to disrupt the peace of this realm. It would be against my code of ethics.

[ Being that he wields the fabled spirit sword, Patroklos certainly views himself as the upholder of peace. ]

However, if threatened, surely a knight such as yourself shan't judge me too harshly for taking action.

[closedcircuit]

I'm Ky Kiske. Welcome to Vatheon, if you are indeed new. I'm a member of the Defense Force, and this city's protection. 

[ Ky can't completely tell, but he's sure that he hasn't ever seen this man before. ]

And I hope that your behavior in the future will support your words. 

[ Ky is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now. ]

[trust_the_fuckhead]

Oh look, sleeping beauty's woken up.

[Spider came back to him, now wearing pants and a jacket, but no shirt. He's managed to get some cigarettes, and is smoking one now. He also got something else. He takes a sip from a flask and hands it to Patroklos, a gesture of goodwill. Quite a different attitude than their first meeting, but then again it's spider initiating this time. ]

Here. It'll help with the head.

[theholywarrior]

[ To say the least, the reporter looked a damn sight better with clothing on rather than off. Patroklos almost didn't recognize him if hadn't been for those iconic red and green glasses. ]

It's you!

[ A frown settled on the Athenian's face as he glowered at that uncouth reporter with scorn. However, once the man offered his flask to him, Patroklos' heated glare simmered down. ]

...I certainly hope it will.

[ He grumbled as he begrudgingly snatched the flask out of Spider's hand. ]

What is it?

[trust_the_fuckhead]

If I had to hazard a guess I'd say some form of rodent piss, but from the way it burns it's probably sanitary.

[Good ole' rotgut. Spider just got something strong and poorly made, he's not literally giving him rat urine. Any other character and I doubt I'd even have to explain that. Jerusalem waits for the man to have a drink before speaking again, a single unexplained word.]

Sixteen.

[theholywarrior]

[ A slight hiss came from the blond once he took a sip of the "rat's bane". The burning aftertaste certainly did catch Patroklos by surprise, causing him to cough wildly for a moment. He then eyed the flask a tad bit more warily before attempting to drink its contents for a second time. ]

Ye gods! This is just disgusting...

[ Whining to himself now, Patroklos almost missed the word that Spider suddenly uttered. ]

Huh? Sixteen what?

[trust_the_fuckhead]

[Spider took another long drag on his cigarette.]

I've killed sixteen people. Fifteen of those in self defense.

[He didn't push any further. Better to wait and see if this warrior anachronism would open up without further proding. Also, he wasn't sure if that guy with the book is still around.]