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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Dec 3, 2009 18:17:33 GMT -5
It is well said... The normally apathetic Noctis was beginning to like the company of this man though the scenario they were in wasn't particularly great a memory to have. Blood, insects, the heat and humidity... still were a fair price to pay to gain a private time to investigate deeper understanding. He wasn't one to compliment and did not; the only such compliments came as statements of his own discoveries about that other person such as if he had said they were different- it meant they were unique to his encounters.
"Right...those who have a stronger conscience than their sub conscience will never overcome blame then. I suppose it is about how much justice is valued on a personal 'relativity' with the situation or servitude." It was true Sykes had posed more questions for him but he didn't know where to begin and decided for once not to ask something else about feelings. As they neared a small, clear and fresh stream that ran through this jungle, Noctis squinted into the sunlight that shone through the canopy of trees; they were getting closer to an edge...an edge of what? He thought it may be the beginning of the stream that had flowed so great a distance that it narrowed to what it was now.
"You've been shaped by experience...and you are quick to see-through the simplest answers I could have sought from you...about you." His sight flickered like a camera taking snapshots of the scenery, and he pricked his ears for the slightest movement, as there were normally life-forms...humans or animals alike near water sources.
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Post by sykes on Dec 17, 2009 2:33:37 GMT -5
(OOC: I must appologize for my inacctivity ((((( ) "You've been shaped by experience...and you are quick to see-through the simplest answers I could have sought from you...about you."Sykes was rather pleased at the fact he had impressed this man. He didn't know why it pleased him, but none the less it did. Slowly Sykes made his way to wards the water, as he stepped to the edge his eye caught a glimpse of a fish swimming in the stream. It reminded him of a simpler time far back in his youth when he would pluck fish from a small stream. In the pure nostalgia of the moment Sykes hand moved at an incredible rate. Its speed was comparable to a bullet, as he gracefully plucked the fish from the running water. Sykes smiled as he stood up, holding the squirming fish. Then in the most nonchalant way, he tossed it back into the stream, and turned back to the jungle as yet another rustling sounded in the bushes, but this time it was accompanied by the sound of voices and heavy breathing. Someone was fleeing from something, but Sykes had no knowledge of who, what, or even where. Just a general direction.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Dec 19, 2009 2:39:46 GMT -5
Noctis blinked under his sculpted fringe as Sykes worked his magic with fishing. It was steady, speedy and with stealth. A wriggling fish, scales reflecting the light pouring from between branches and leaves was visible in his grasp. Then, he threw it back to where it belonged... Just what was that display about? He expected one to keep the catch but Sykes had done something extraordinary by returning it to it's habitat. Then again, they had no use for a slapping fish and it seemed to be a display of his survival skills that Noctis was witnessing.
"Do you.." A scent of burning, firearms...caught the wind. No, it was primitive...concoctions, possibly medical...war abused weapons and the stains of grime that were the stench of remains...Could it be an exotic hunt? He couldn't come to a conclusion. Beings were nearby that was all he knew. Perhaps it was a mixture of grass, sweat and and rotting plants that became natural fertiliser...that came to his nose, nothing so dark as he imagined should be in a place like this. A sweet smell would have surprised him and he almost searched for it where he was; something more aromatic could be more pleasant. Cut off, his eyes narrowed. There was slight tension in the air and the tips of his hair bristled with the slight breeze that emphasised something stirring on the other side. Somewhere, something was happening...
Glancing sideways back and forth until he decided exactly where the sounds were coming from; he stared onwards in that direction. The pause had given him enough time to change what he had been about to say and Noctis held his breath. "Hear that?" The short breathlessness gave him gentle silence in his ears as he listened.
Taking a deep breath now, inaudibly, oxygen bounced in his lungs; filling it like a balloon with helium. Eyes flashing a crimson, he was so easily reset to fight, in this heat and humid climate. The temperature seemed to influence his rationale and Noctis changed his course. Leaving Sykes behind, he had begun to walk towards the origin of the sounds...voices... currently genderless as he ignored the speaker, but focused on the content of what was being said. The heavy breathing indicated weakness...and he was eased, with assurance of the upper hand like he would prefer, had this terrain been what he was familiar with; that precaution would be nowhere in his mind.
( ooc: It's fine with me, like I said. Hahah I'm thinking someone should join this thread, it'd be a good time! )
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