Lips curled slightly at the mention of teaching, it was an ironic one that made her both happy and sad. It was not that she had a problem with being taught but the notion that she was wrong and needed correcting. She let it slide past, there was no use in arguing - they both held strong ideals that she doubted would give in even if they shouted the air hoarsely from their lungs. Still, she had been asked for her input and listened to Fallon’s with slow blinking, lining up the points and considering them. Feeling them out before responding. She had been hired as an advisor and assistant firstly and gained more after a struggle. She couldn’t help but still cling to the idea that she was useful and knowledgeable enough to still advise at times.
“I don’t disagree with your observations Bitzer, I just think that some things are better left buried. I don’t know why they became disused but in a city of greed I will assume it was for a good reason - if forgotten,” she spoke slowly, cautiously, “uncovering the truth and…teaching…may end up being something to regret. The people don’t care about it, refuse to even go near it most days. I am not wise but even I know that tales have truth to them. We might not like what we find if we open them” she shrugged.
“But I think we should leave it for now. Something more practical and less conflicting to start with…river defenses. Yes. That is an idea everyone can get behind. I thank you for your offer of aid, I will call upon you perhaps when I am ready” she closed the discussion neatly, she didn’t want to digress into a heated exchange.
She smiled genuinely at the admission of ignorance, just before feigning a shocked open mouthed expression as if the world had just become unrecognizable. She was useful after all, even if it were in the realm of numbers. She knew little enough herself but to be able to teach the other she would learn quickly, attempt to devour the book and obtain another couple as soon as she could. She had many Bells of relaxation within which to do so after all. She locked her gaze to Fallon’s, expression still plastered upon her face as best she could as teasing mirth vied for the conquering.
“You…you know something less than me? Gods forbid! I- I’m…I couldn’t resist” she chuckled deeply, “of course I will. It’s what I’m here for, well one of the reasons. To help” she finished as she turned and finally made her way towards the door.
The exchange for the book copying she left to the other, she was a good negotiator even when under stress and she fancied that she would get a decent price. Remmy was a hard woman at times but she knew knowledge needed to be shared and so gave it away at discounted pricelist. Few enough came to her that every one that did she attempted to lure into her world. Zandelia doubted that much cajoling would be required, if any. It was a short time of waiting, spent in contemplation of the teasing words. She knew the importance of their tasks, the work. Yet distraction loomed all too avidly. There was not so much a balance at the moment as there was a pendulum. One day spent in work, the next in play.
Something to develop over time, perhaps… she told herself, wondering just how long it would take - she hoped quite some time indeed. Precious were the Bells spent in exploration and enjoyment of character.
“And lose the opportunity to see you bedazzle the docks?” she responded as she pushed the doors open with her foot and stepped forth into the half-blinding light of the afternoon, “but a ribbon would do so much to enchance th-” she didn’t finish, the swift shadow in her peripherals and she ducked as hands flashed to the tonfa upon her right hip.
“It’s a-” she tried to get the warning but other shapes were coalescing out of the fading flare of new light and words could wait.
Fingers curled around handles, gaze quickly shifting right before head tilted left to see she had potential enemies on both sides. The only advantage was that they had expected to take her with one strike and so had not been fully ready. There was a delay and distance on the left. Right arm snapped forwards to drive the butt into the right’s gut as the left swept out and across to flick outwards, arcing to strike what she thought was jawbone and rebounding slightly with the impact. She accepted the bounce, used it as the beginnings of momentum she stepped forwards and to left a pace.
Left came around and right swept in the other direction, feet shifting as she crouched still. Ankles crossed as tonfa became fully extended to create the circular scything of dulled weaponry. Speed, agility is what she possessed rather than brute strength. Left smacked into the back of a knee of the first and right slammed into kneecap of the second. Following through past the crunching of bone and the collapsing of tendons as footing of the enemy was lost and they crashed to the floor. She continued the spin so that she was facing away from the doors of the Library - Fallon was more than able of conducting herself with success she knew.
Another came in with a downwards crashing of a club, tonfa crossed to form the shape of a cross and blocked it halfway down the weapon. Leg flashed out to crash against the side of a knee and she shifted her arms to the right to push the weapon away. Foot found floor once more and she brought the upper tonfa, the left, back against itself to smack into a bulbous nose that caved and splattered as red shower as the enemy fell backwards.
She turned to her right and brought up her tonfa, lined against her forearm to accept the impact of another blunt instrument, she couldn’t tell what type at this speed. Arm numbed, and was pushed back into her chest painfully as her strength failed the block but slip it towards her elbow enough that it slammed into her hip instead of her head. Pain blossomed and she staggered sideways, a wild swing at the shadow that hit but didn’t incapacitate. Another shadow loomed behind her and the world flashed.
Pain didn’t exist anymore, unconsciousness slammed into her and she could fight no more. She had failed and left Fallon on her own. She had disabled three, injured a forth but it wasn’t enough.
She had failed. Again.
“I don’t disagree with your observations Bitzer, I just think that some things are better left buried. I don’t know why they became disused but in a city of greed I will assume it was for a good reason - if forgotten,” she spoke slowly, cautiously, “uncovering the truth and…teaching…may end up being something to regret. The people don’t care about it, refuse to even go near it most days. I am not wise but even I know that tales have truth to them. We might not like what we find if we open them” she shrugged.
“But I think we should leave it for now. Something more practical and less conflicting to start with…river defenses. Yes. That is an idea everyone can get behind. I thank you for your offer of aid, I will call upon you perhaps when I am ready” she closed the discussion neatly, she didn’t want to digress into a heated exchange.
She smiled genuinely at the admission of ignorance, just before feigning a shocked open mouthed expression as if the world had just become unrecognizable. She was useful after all, even if it were in the realm of numbers. She knew little enough herself but to be able to teach the other she would learn quickly, attempt to devour the book and obtain another couple as soon as she could. She had many Bells of relaxation within which to do so after all. She locked her gaze to Fallon’s, expression still plastered upon her face as best she could as teasing mirth vied for the conquering.
“You…you know something less than me? Gods forbid! I- I’m…I couldn’t resist” she chuckled deeply, “of course I will. It’s what I’m here for, well one of the reasons. To help” she finished as she turned and finally made her way towards the door.
The exchange for the book copying she left to the other, she was a good negotiator even when under stress and she fancied that she would get a decent price. Remmy was a hard woman at times but she knew knowledge needed to be shared and so gave it away at discounted pricelist. Few enough came to her that every one that did she attempted to lure into her world. Zandelia doubted that much cajoling would be required, if any. It was a short time of waiting, spent in contemplation of the teasing words. She knew the importance of their tasks, the work. Yet distraction loomed all too avidly. There was not so much a balance at the moment as there was a pendulum. One day spent in work, the next in play.
Something to develop over time, perhaps… she told herself, wondering just how long it would take - she hoped quite some time indeed. Precious were the Bells spent in exploration and enjoyment of character.
“And lose the opportunity to see you bedazzle the docks?” she responded as she pushed the doors open with her foot and stepped forth into the half-blinding light of the afternoon, “but a ribbon would do so much to enchance th-” she didn’t finish, the swift shadow in her peripherals and she ducked as hands flashed to the tonfa upon her right hip.
“It’s a-” she tried to get the warning but other shapes were coalescing out of the fading flare of new light and words could wait.
Fingers curled around handles, gaze quickly shifting right before head tilted left to see she had potential enemies on both sides. The only advantage was that they had expected to take her with one strike and so had not been fully ready. There was a delay and distance on the left. Right arm snapped forwards to drive the butt into the right’s gut as the left swept out and across to flick outwards, arcing to strike what she thought was jawbone and rebounding slightly with the impact. She accepted the bounce, used it as the beginnings of momentum she stepped forwards and to left a pace.
Left came around and right swept in the other direction, feet shifting as she crouched still. Ankles crossed as tonfa became fully extended to create the circular scything of dulled weaponry. Speed, agility is what she possessed rather than brute strength. Left smacked into the back of a knee of the first and right slammed into kneecap of the second. Following through past the crunching of bone and the collapsing of tendons as footing of the enemy was lost and they crashed to the floor. She continued the spin so that she was facing away from the doors of the Library - Fallon was more than able of conducting herself with success she knew.
Another came in with a downwards crashing of a club, tonfa crossed to form the shape of a cross and blocked it halfway down the weapon. Leg flashed out to crash against the side of a knee and she shifted her arms to the right to push the weapon away. Foot found floor once more and she brought the upper tonfa, the left, back against itself to smack into a bulbous nose that caved and splattered as red shower as the enemy fell backwards.
She turned to her right and brought up her tonfa, lined against her forearm to accept the impact of another blunt instrument, she couldn’t tell what type at this speed. Arm numbed, and was pushed back into her chest painfully as her strength failed the block but slip it towards her elbow enough that it slammed into her hip instead of her head. Pain blossomed and she staggered sideways, a wild swing at the shadow that hit but didn’t incapacitate. Another shadow loomed behind her and the world flashed.
Pain didn’t exist anymore, unconsciousness slammed into her and she could fight no more. She had failed and left Fallon on her own. She had disabled three, injured a forth but it wasn’t enough.
She had failed. Again.
