The Two Sides to Every Story (Coren)

by **Sliver** on December 26th, 2012, 10:54 pm

On another day, perhaps any other day in fact, Sliver would have leapt to the defense of her organization in a heart beat, perhaps even have gotten angry at the mage for his words. Now, however, she couldn't argue or deny the truth in his words, and knew he didn't desire to pick a fight with her. The wolverine sighed and nodded.

"It is...like the cycle of nature, when one fears and misunderstands something, they do not wish to learn anything, and then when something goes wrong, when magic is to blame, they believe...that the hate was right and it just continues."

The words weren't eloquent, but Coren would surely see what the wolverine meant. By all accounts Sliver should probably have been one of those people. Magic was one of the most alarming things to her, she couldn't fathom its process, and nor did she wish to learn any more about than her time in Sahova had taught her. She had reasons, however, and even in that place there had been Khilo, and so she knew all mages weren't evil killers...and Coren certainly wasn't. A look of serious concern cross Sliver's face at Coren's final words, and she looked up at him.

"Even when you leave it will continue...do you think turning your back is the right course of action?"

It was not implying that he was turning his back now, and nor was it accusatory, just a question, wondering what he thought. She didn't need to mention the fact that if and when Coren left Avanthal, the wolverine would miss his company. She hadn't known him long, but already she had come to enjoy his stoic demeanor, and the way that nearly everything he said came out in a monotone, where nearly everything she said was chock filled with emotions, and it seemed wholly unnecessary to bring her own feelings on this matter up.

by **Coren** on December 27th, 2012, 8:20 pm

Slivers comment really hit the nail on the head. While it wasn't grasping the nuiances of the problems between mages and non-mages. The insanity thing also contributed a lot to the fact most of the populace was deathly afraid of a mage out of fear what he could do to a person,
The gears in coren's head began turning as something sparked in that head of his when Sliver told

“I know leaving this city isn't the right thing. Whats the guarantee anybody will be more tolerant to magic out there? And don't tell me about Sahova, from what I gleaned out of books in the library it really isn't a very nice place for anybody with a pulse.”

Corens mind continued thinking, But if the people knew at least what magic in general was. Barring the knowledge needed to practice it. One didn't want to leave that kind of knowledge in the hands of a massive amount of people, no way that was going to end well. That still had the trouble of actually teaching the people about magic when nobody wanted to even look at it straight

“But if I stay here I doubt I'll be able to change anything about their attitude either. I doubt anybody will agree with being forced to learn stuff about magic at all.” Coren deadpanned, absentmindedly entertaining the idea of tying a few of the more hardheaded vantha to chairs and lecturing them that way. “its one of those situations where it doesn't matter if you do or you don't. You are screwed whatever choice you make.”

by **Sliver** on December 27th, 2012, 10:15 pm

Sliver nodded at his words. It must be hard for him to not belong entirely anywhere. He was right of course about Sahova as well, of course he had a chance of proving himself to the Nuit, an ability she had not possessed at her young age, which gave him the distinct advantage of become a student instead of a lab experiment...Sliver shivered a bit in memory and thrust the thoughts away. She knew exactly what was going on in his mind, except for the ostracizing of course, but the lack of being able to find a home...that she could identify with. Well, she could have until she had found Avanthal. Her blood and demeanor seemed suited to the Icy city and its guardians as if she had been purposefully constructed for the watch, and it was the solace she had sought for so long. So now she had found her home in a place so far from her original birthplace, yet for Coren, it was his home and he couldn't call it that. Sliver curled up her nose.

"Well petch all of them to Dira's embrace then!"

Her voice turned into a loud shout, scaring a passing attendant in a way that made them flatten themselves against the wall for a moment before hurrying on. Her voice was a bit quieter when she continued.

"I mean isn't there enough shyke and problems in the world without throwing out your own family because they practice magic?"

She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. There was simply too much sorrow in the world for her mind, both so youthful, yet so old for its relative age, to fathom. Her head hung down for a moment in thought before snapping up, bright brown eyes meeting Coren's own.

"I don't drink ale or whatever, hate the stuff really, foul and messes with the mind, but I feel like they're for times like this...you know? Do you drink, mage?"

Sliver smirked a bit at the last word. It was funny because the term of Coren's profession, which would come out as an insult from anyone else, had become a term of endearment to the wolverine.

by **Coren** on December 29th, 2012, 8:36 pm

Coren was quite surprised by Slivers sudden outburst which scared one of the orderlies against the wall and made a quick escape from the seemingly quite angry kelvic. Still he wished he could say petch all and just ignore every single ignorant bigot for the rest of his entire life. But he simply couldn't, there where a lot of ignorant biggots out there and want it or not, he depended on a lot of those bigots to make his life comfortable and even possible.

“Well, it seem my family doesn't think that way.” Coren deadpanned at her string of comments. “Nor does the majority of avanthal it seems. They don't see a problem with evicting mages at all. Since in their eyes we either are the problem or part of it.” He shrugged. At her mention of alcohol he just shook his head. “I used to drink when I was younger. But I quit when I began learning magic. If there is one thing I am not afraid to admit that scares me it is a drunk mage without any control over himself.” coren shuddered at the thought of being completely wasted and overgiving or something similar. That would just be awefull.

by **Sliver** on December 30th, 2012, 2:25 am

Sliver folded her arms. In hindsight his answer made sense, but goodness this mage didn't seem to have any fun except the times where she forced it upon him in some fashion. The wolverine rose from her chair and grabbed his arm, bodily dragging him with her out of the healing center.

"Well come on then. We've both had enough of this place for one night. We're going out drinking, even if its only water, and if any one petching tries to ruin our fun I'll rip their throats out, Icewatch or no."

Her voice had that stubborn determination she got when her mind was set on something, and the last part of the sentence was nearly gleeful, as if she wanted someone to try to pick on her friend just to exact her rage upon them. The first contact had been purposeful, the comforting touch of the arm, this one was unconscious, grabbing without realizing. Despite the urgency of her mannerism it wasn't a rough or jarring gesture, just one that would pull the mage if he chose to walk with or not.

by **Coren** on December 30th, 2012, 10:37 pm

coren stumbled a bit as Sliver suddenly began dragging him allong, before he managed to find his balance again and managed to walk along with the kelvic instead of just being dragged in the direction she wanted.
“You sound a bit too eager about the ripping their throats out.” Coren deadpanned. “Do I have to warn the whitevine hold in advance to set themselves up for your victims? Or not and let them suffer their just punishment?” at a glance Coren didn't betray any more emotion then usual. But if one cared to look deeper one would see that his eyes where a dark green color.

“I would recommend the latter. The whitevines already have enough people to work on without adding a few morons to the list.” he quipped as he followed Sliver through the hallways of the hospital and eventually out of the door. Ignoring the weird looks he got.
“So, we going to the red diamond or do you have another idea?”

by **Sliver** on January 2nd, 2013, 4:01 pm

Sliver could almost hear the humor in his tone when he spoke, despite his normal apathetic speech leaking through lips hidden behind the face mask. Though she didn't look back to see, she hoped for the green color underneath and snorted a little to herself.

"I'll try not to give Whitevine too much to worry about..." once Coren had caught up to her and was clearly following her she dropped her hand, walking at a brisk pace through the streets, steam from her breath circling back across her skin. By this time she almost relished the feel of the cold upon her skin, it was just as comforting as a warm blanket to escape its embrace and assured her that she was still home.

The wolverine led the pair down towards the docks, smirking at Coren's question. "Actually I was thinking of someplace a little more off the map." When she halted it was in front of the tavern the Rancid Reindeer. Unlike many shops it seemed pretty dull design and color wise and looked as if it needed a good coat of...something to make it stand out a bit more, but perhaps that was what the owner was going for. This was not a place for the faint of heart or those a bit nervous or timid, luckily Sliver was neither of those, and she knew that Coren wasn't either, despite his quiet and thoughtful demeanor, she had seen him in action after all. She entered through the creaky front door to a rather quiet atmosphere. Pipe and cigar smoke gave a hazy wave to enter through, and though a couple of musicians were playing the drum and the lute respectively, every sound from the clinking of glasses to the hushed whispers seemed seedy. Sliver's face was not exactly one you'd forget, and as she entered the muffled sounds grew dead quiet as drunken and tired eyes turned to see an Icewatch member grace their presence. Sliver raised her hand in a peaceful gesture and called out.

"Just came for a mug of ale and a glass of water for my friend, don't want no trouble." There was a pause that Sliver didn't wait for before she wandered over to a secluded booth in the back and sat down, glancing around warily. The talking and music began again and earnest, and she hoped that her own display had been enough to discourage any worry directed towards Coren....hopefully. She smirked when he sat down and lifted her hands in the air.

"Not bad, huh?" She could have been referring to almost anything, the shop, her entrance, but she seemed pleased with herself regardless, and her body seemed to have relaxed substantially from their time in the hospital. Funny how a sketchy bar could do that to the Kelvic.

by **Noblesse** on May 2nd, 2013, 5:12 pm

Sliver :

Coren :

True nobility lies in being superior to your former self

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out. Heehee.

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