"Miss you pick a strange time of night to be going out"
Cole walked back from the party his uniform on one arm held aginst his chest hair falling forward now in to his eyes as he strode up next to her the glow from his chest warming her face for a moment.
"I would hazard to say.. its perhaps... not so safe"
Angel hopped backwards as nimble as a frog, turning only slightly, a subtle change in the way she held the cane. Parallel to her waist, her right arm crooked and ready to dart over her nearly flat chest - it was a stance that was plain to anyone who'd studied sword play that she was waiting for someone to get close enough to strike at, a move where the speed was increased by drawing from the sheathe.
"I am only going for a walk. I have no money," she said, which was true. She had Jack's pearl in her mouth, but it was not currency. It was special. She was not going to give it to anyone. Her voice was detached, calm and soft, almost dead. "I will scream. I can scream very loud."
cole could see in the light of his chest that she was nearly blind not that it made her any less deadly he had seen her before one of the bathhouse girls.
"quiet miss.. I have no intrest in your money... only your saftey. Its Cole Blaque. I'm black smith down at the market on my way back from the palace"
He let his arm fire up a bit so she might be able to make out atleast his sillouette.
"An.. if you'll let me.. I'll walk a spell with you"
He moved to her side after she put the stick down and smiled down at her. she was very pretty and young. Children they all seemed to him now his eyes worn as he looked at her.
"now thats some get up ye have on miss... si there someplace your headed?"
She slid her glasses up onto the top of her head, and turned her blank face more towards him, letting her cane slide back down against the ground with a soft clack. She didn't know Cole personally, only by reputation. He was apparently a gruff man but honest and solid.
"A walk would be adequate," she told him with a nod. "Thank you for showing a bit more of you."
I would have been aiming too low. Your voice does not resonate through your chest.
She slid her hand into the waistband of her kimono, and handed him Jack's business card. "I wish to go here."
She didn't explain why, because he did not ask. "Do you know the way?"
"Hard to say miss Jacks an odd one. Altho as i said... i'm sure he will be disapointed that you did not knock on his door. Man's lacking good friends.. least the kind that arn't after the deed to his mine. courted alot of high and mighties.. but... round here... won't due for a mole to be marrin' up."
He watched her and smiled gently taking another drink of his coffee.
"I would imagine its hard work.. working the muscles must be good for the training"
being cross breed, the idea of a mole marrying upwards wasn't all together that strange to her, but she could see how it might be to society at large. "I am not his friend, Mister Blaque. I have only known him a spare set of hours. You must know that he would find my presence odd."
She nodded at his comment over her work, eating another bite. Her stomach was feeling much better. "In some ways it is much like training, with constant repetition of motion. Massage helps, more than anything. I am losing my callouses, though."
She held up her hands at him, staring past them at his face, expression blank and neutral. "Still, the steam is good for the lungs. I think that I will never gain an ounce sitting in the heat, either."
She tilted her head at him, her expression of being pleased, then looked back down to her sandwich. If there was anyone out on the street, she wouldn't know it before Cold did. His eyes were far sharper, and her ears were dampened by the glass.
She turned her head, her face covered from Cole for a moment, looking at the baker, who was staring at them openly. The man quickly found something else to do, hunching his shoulders as if he were spooked. When she looked back to Cole, though, her expression was again carefully blank.
"I find that hard to believe, Mister Blaque. He seemed to do fine speaking with me. But I am young. Perhaps this is why?"
The more she thought about it, the more she wished she'd handed the bags to him herself. There was no telling what his brothers would make of them, and truth be told she would like to see his face when he realized what they were for. The idea of being his friend though, that was still very alien to her. She did not not have friends.
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Cole walked back from the party his uniform on one arm held aginst his chest hair falling forward now in to his eyes as he strode up next to her the glow from his chest warming her face for a moment.
"I would hazard to say.. its perhaps... not so safe"
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"I am only going for a walk. I have no money," she said, which was true. She had Jack's pearl in her mouth, but it was not currency. It was special. She was not going to give it to anyone. Her voice was detached, calm and soft, almost dead. "I will scream. I can scream very loud."
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"quiet miss.. I have no intrest in your money... only your saftey. Its Cole Blaque. I'm black smith down at the market on my way back from the palace"
He let his arm fire up a bit so she might be able to make out atleast his sillouette.
"An.. if you'll let me.. I'll walk a spell with you"
He moved to her side after she put the stick down and smiled down at her. she was very pretty and young. Children they all seemed to him now his eyes worn as he looked at her.
"now thats some get up ye have on miss... si there someplace your headed?"
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"A walk would be adequate," she told him with a nod. "Thank you for showing a bit more of you."
I would have been aiming too low. Your voice does not resonate through your chest.
She slid her hand into the waistband of her kimono, and handed him Jack's business card. "I wish to go here."
She didn't explain why, because he did not ask. "Do you know the way?"
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He watched her and smiled gently taking another drink of his coffee.
"I would imagine its hard work.. working the muscles must be good for the training"
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She nodded at his comment over her work, eating another bite. Her stomach was feeling much better. "In some ways it is much like training, with constant repetition of motion. Massage helps, more than anything. I am losing my callouses, though."
She held up her hands at him, staring past them at his face, expression blank and neutral. "Still, the steam is good for the lungs. I think that I will never gain an ounce sitting in the heat, either."
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"hes odd miss.. the fathomless they make fast decisons of people and stick by them"
he sighed for a moment and then looked at the baker who was evesdropping and the just laughed.
"Hes not so old miss... but a bit shy when it comes to women"
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She turned her head, her face covered from Cole for a moment, looking at the baker, who was staring at them openly. The man quickly found something else to do, hunching his shoulders as if he were spooked. When she looked back to Cole, though, her expression was again carefully blank.
"I find that hard to believe, Mister Blaque. He seemed to do fine speaking with me. But I am young. Perhaps this is why?"
The more she thought about it, the more she wished she'd handed the bags to him herself. There was no telling what his brothers would make of them, and truth be told she would like to see his face when he realized what they were for. The idea of being his friend though, that was still very alien to her. She did not not have friends.
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