Completed [The Great Bazaar] Confrontation {Kisetukai}

[Hadyn Skellig]

Well this was quite the surprise. In fact, it stopped the woman in her tracks as the squire back tracked, standing quite close to explain his plan. Hadyn turned to face him, brown eyes evaluating his expression. His own youth was evident in the excitement he displayed. She cracked a loose smile, though her expression indicated she wasn't entirely sold on the idea. "As a formal commission, yes. I could make your scythe." She studied him for a moment before continuing, her voice softer now that they were in closer proximity. "It'd be somewhere 'round eighteen gold. Pricey I'm afraid. T'would be easy to adorn it with embellishments, should y'wish." She paused, tilting her head to consider the order, biting her lower lip. Under any normal circumstance she might sketch the desired piece for her customer in the comfort of the smithy. But here she was on the streets dreaming this weapon into life. She couldn't help but remain skeptical of Kisetukai's ability to pay. Most squires could barely afford the shyke appurtenances they wobbled through the streets with. Orion's training sword was nothing short of pathetic for the Knight he was supposedly training to become. Didn't seem any of the squires were financially stable, but Hadyn flashed the boy an encouraging grin. "S'ppose y'didn't expect this when y'intervened with that petcher back there," she quipped offhandedly. Previous ire at his behavior simmered under the surface, ready to rear its ugly head if he took a misstep. But if she could make a coin of the squire she'd be pleasant as pie. As it stood, the blacksmith made no attempt to appear overly flirtatious, her expression polite and posture amiable but guarded.

[Kisetukai]

 "As a formal commission, yes. I could make your scythe." She studied him for a moment before continuing, her voice softer now that they were in closer proximity. "It'd be somewhere 'round eighteen gold. Pricey I'm afraid. T'would be easy to adorn it with embellishments, should y'wish."

Price was not a concern for him, even if it was over priced, the thought of a deadly pretty new scythe was well worth it. As he listened to her talk, he was still amazed by her commoner slang, listening to her conjoined words spew out naturally. He listened as she talked, feeling that this had became less of an idea and more of a planning of the future to come. "Yes.. Your right." He said as he smiled at her, barely noticing his muscles naturally keeping that smile on his face. 

 "S'ppose y'didn't expect this when y'intervened with that petcher back there."  

He began to think about what she had said, perhaps he was a bit cruel at first, but he was just being formal. After all this was business and not pleasure. He began to think about all he had been through recently, holding a woman against a wall, dumped at the docks, fighting with magical people, meeting a kelvic, having a conversation with a ghost, beginning a squire was a highlight that had been pushed back in his mind. Thinking about it all, it was a blur... To much had been happening. His mom was no longer in his life, his smoking got out of hand, his language was crude, his sexual desires had always been wild but now they were free. He was literally a messed up teenager, scarred.. And everyday that scar was cut more deeper and reopened, yet he really didn't mind the pain anymore. If anything.. He welcomed it. A metaphorical form of pain for a physical masochist... Perfect. 

He soon snapped out of his self thought as he looked to see her bright face, filled with a warm soft smile, he couldn't help but smile back. For now that he was close he couldn't help but notice her beauty, she was a lady after all, and at first it was business but.. No. It still was business. It had to still be business, as much as he would love to use the advice of his idol Orion to try and find and push this girls buttons... He decided to get on with business, as he looked away, looking straight forward and giving her some room. Soon he ended up falling back behind her at first, trying to exit her personal space quietly, he asked a few more question. 

[b] "So will you take me to your little shop? I'm ready to get started." He looked forward blankly, keeping the face of a mature knight, not wanting to get to close to her personally. "I have big expectations, and I want it a certain way... " He followed her, hoping she wouldn't mind his attitude change, but he had to do it. "Do I make myself clear miss Hadyn? I promise you, you will be pleased if I am pleased."

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn wasn't entirely sure what to make of this Kisetukai. One moment he's puffing his chest out like a squireling bird of prey, next he's cautiously flirting and here he was all business. It was a mess. The blacksmith didn't bother to hide her bemusement as he quitted her space. She started walking but made a few uncertain glances his way. "If you'd like," she replied as they continued. "But I do not work today. You'll be puttin' a commission in with one o' the other smiths. Which is no problem. They're all excellent at t'craft." Another dubious look to the squire as they walked. He seemed a little off. But what did she know? Ten chimes prior she was ready to take that damn scythe and whack him with it. But he now adopted a more somber if not sullen demeanor. Catching his last comment, she frowned. His tone bothered her greatly and she strongly disliked the suggestion that he might be displeased with her work without having seen any examples. Brushing a dark strand of hair behind her ear, the woman stopped and waited for him to catch up, expression darkened. "Look here, squire, if I make t'weapon, you'll be pleased, cha? Nothin' else t'say. Spent most of my life in this business an' I have more than enough customers to prove my worth." Hadyn was steadfast in her conviction and unabashed in the feisty response. She couldn't for the life of her figure the boy out but she wouldn't tolerate his final statement. He would either be pleased with her capabilities or he'd take his business elsewhere. The end result was only Miza as far as Hadyn was concerned. Brown eyes caught his gaze as she waited for a response. She didn't imagine he'd take her answer kindly but she couldn't be bothered. The squire obviously thought her beneath him, considering the earlier commoner comment but when it came to her livelihood the woman was neither meek nor humble. If he wanted a quiet submissive girl to make his damn scythe he could petch off to Zeltiva.

[Kisetukai]

 "If you'd like," she replied as they continued. "But I do not work today. You'll be puttin' a commission in with one o' the other smiths. Which is no problem. They're all excellent at t'craft."  

K gave her a skeptical look, after all in his point of view all of the smiths here sucked. He might as well get one that's easy on the eyes, for it was only fair. But then she stopped, her motion just stopped completely, she just... Stopped. Completely catching K off guard, he completely jumped in his armor a bit, seeing her face. It was scary... So scary it reminded him of his mother. It always had seemed that every woman can get this scary if you hit a couple sensitive points mid conversation, and after experiencing the wrath of his mother for about 16 years, he was sure not to experience it again. Until she went off on him.

 "Look here, squire, if I make t'weapon, you'll be pleased, cha? Nothin' else t'say. Spent most of my life in this business an' I have more than enough customers to prove my worth."  

Again... That thick slang butchering the language, but nonetheless it was cute, which caused him to sigh. Seeing her face change from pretty, to annoyed, to... this. It was too much for one man. He looked at her passion emanating from her face, giving her time to finish so she wouldn't think that he was cutting her off. This whole situation... Seemed to be a case of elegance and ... Common clashing. 

"Hey..." He said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I see your passionate about this smithing thing." He continued to walk after giving her a look. "It's just that... I've heard stories of great weapons, and I really want one, something crazy. Ya know?" He found her slang to start rubbing off on him, it wasn't too bad, actually kinda funny. "I want a weapon that's able to match me, and my passion for fighting.. And in order to obtain such a weapon I need a smith who will forge it with passion and not just see it as another tool of death and destruction." He turned and gave her an annoyed glare. "Or a couple easy mizas." 

As a kid, or somehow who was deemed as a kid, his young traits began to spill out. "You know... We have been walking forever." He said softly, the bass in his maturing voice beginning to crisp. "You haven't bought a thing... Don't you wanna go buy something? Some clothes? Underwear perhaps?" He let out a small chuckle at the joke, also being a bit serious with it. "As a knight, I'm used to riding atop a horse, not strolling through a gathering to window shop... If your not going to buy a single item... How bout we go to a park? Somewhere quiet perhaps?" K began to think about it all, the quietness of a park, one hopefully without kids. The sound of silence, being alone, and just overall... Bliss. He was a loud person who enjoyed silence... Go figure.

[Hadyn Skellig]

She gave him the respect of listening to his drawn out response. His reaction was expected and he explained himself enough that her expression cooled. He was still young and in many ways inexperienced. His youth displayed itself several times in their interaction and Hadyn decided it really wasn't her place to get irate with him for it. Running a hand through the loose strands of hair, the woman looked away before returning her gaze to the squire's face. "If y'want me to make the weapon, I will." And that was all she would say on the subject, her tone implying finality. Perhaps her earlier response was a bit rash, but it was absurd for him to ask her to smith the scythe then insinuate she would not otherwise hold herself to a high standard, thereby requiring him to state his expectation. With a frown, the blacksmith considered his next comment. An eyebrow rose over one dark eye at his quip about undergarments. Brazen, wasn't he? But she let it go. "A park, hm? If that's where y'think I won't make any trouble," she replied amicably with a one shoulder shrug. It felt more like she was babysitting him. But she'd quickly tired of the Bazaar, especially now that she had him tagging along. Hadyn eyed him carefully before turning away, walking slowly so he might fall instep. Not exactly the way she planned to spend her day off, but it certainly could've been worse. Besides, it didn't look like the squire was going anywhere soon.

[Kisetukai]

 "If y'want me to make the weapon, I will." And that was all she would say on the subject, her tone implying finality. 


"Well..." K said a bit with a smile, mocking a bit of sarcasm. "I understand." He followed her as she made her statement. Apparently this woman was actually good at changing personalities on a whim, showing her anger, possibly saying he should of watched his mouth. "Yeah... That's cool." He said softly, feeling a bit put in place. She reminded him of his dad, especially when he used to annoy him till he got what he wanted, even though it seemed it never stopped working. He was getting his scythe, made by a woman of... He glanced down at her waist and back up. Proportions. Hadyn was older yes, ten years, but you know that saying they say... About berries and what not, was all that could go through his mind. "Hadyn..." He said softly as he watched her walk. His body having so many different personas, hormones were twisted and in some places were more active. He couldn't decide if he wanted to try and attempt at getting Hadyn... Or if he would conduct himself in an elegant business like way. Well today she wouldn't make it, so perhaps maybe he wouldn't be so lusty. Perhaps he could just be... Normal. Which wasn't easy for him, he never knew when he would lose control of the body, he would even worry about this during sex. One day he was in mid stroke, and Kise ended up in his body, it was a total disaster... The thoughts of this caused him to sigh, thinking about Hadyn this way was wrong, although he couldn't help it. She was a woman. She was female. At first he had to be with her, but as of lately he wanted to be around her, just a bit.

"A park, hm? If that's where y'think I won't make any trouble."

He smiled at her reply, happy that she didn't think it too person, she actually thought it wasn't so bad perhaps. He kinda got carried away by the heat of the moment, and decided that he didn't want to really waste time, as he sped up and found himself next to her on her right side. Grabbing her right hand softly but firmly, his glove was the only thing protecting her from his sweaty warm hand, for he was nervous... Was it perhaps a crush? Whatever it was... It was odd. But felt nice, like a crave that came out of nowhere, and being next to her was his fix.  It felt good, it felt right, it felt... Awkward. He quickly began to speed walk, his armor clanking heavily, he wasn't sure if she was following or if he was just dragging her. As he weave through back alleys and turns, he knew the whole town, for he had lived here his whole live. She on the other hand, with that thick accent c was possibly not always a resident of the land. Finally... Making it to a peaceful park. Well it wasn't really a park, more like a resting spot for old folks. Seeing that there were two benches facing each other, it was a nice spot to sit. The benches were about five feet apart, soft white benches, made out of wood. Under a nearby area of trees, it was a break from the sun. K had found himself letting go her hand and quickly plopping down on one of the benches. Placing his scythe on his lap, finally getting the rest he deserved he slid of his top upper armor. Dropping it besides him with a heavy metal sound, giving his chest some air. He wore a simple white tee shirt, very bright as it had been shielded from dirt, and was proud of it. As he looked at Hadyn, who was probably flustered, he gave her a soft smile. "I used to come here with a friend a while back, ya know?" Hopefully she wasn't to mad with what he had done, for he had always had a sporadic soul at heart.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn was not overly fond of being dragged about, her feet pushing against the ground to keep in pace with the squire. She also didn't like the way he grabbed her hand. But the woman followed without protest, her unfettered hand pulling the satchel closer to her body as they rushed through the crowd. When they finally made it to their destination - a space with benches for a moment of respite - the blacksmith stood near the bench opposite him. He began undressing and she immediately frowned but he left it at the armor. Glancing around, she removed the long strap of the bag, resting it upon the bench as he spoke. Hadyn nodded with understanding, one hand smoothing the strands of hair so easily undone in the attempt to arrive here with haste. Finally steeling herself against the awkwardness of the situation the woman sat down, smoothing the wrinkles in the beige dress and leveling her gaze with him. "Passed it a few times m'self," she replied stiffly, pushing the thick braid over her shoulder and setting one hand on the satchel beside her. Hadyn cast a critical eye to Kisetukai, assessing his words and behavior as they sat there, staring at each other. She wasn't as taken with the boy as he seemed to be with her. Her interests in men were strictly carnal. She didn't take a fancy to them or waste her time getting to know them outside of what was necessary. The woman was well aware that she was sexually alluring if only because she frequently sought fleeting relationships. She could play seductress and employ all the gods-given gifts of the flesh and mind to entice a man, but she equally comfortable forgoing a coupling as they were ephemeral moments to her. Most men liked, in fact favored such a set up. But there was the occasional one who thought he could make an honest woman of her and for that reason it was her preference to keep men at an arm's length.

[Kisetukai]

 "Passed it a few times m'self," she replied stiff. 

K looked at her with her sharp gaze, was all women like this, he did not know. He was young, sometimes older than he acted, but nonetheless young. He couldn't keep looking at her, it seemed like she was looking Ito his soul, getting all of the information about him she needed. So he decided to go with it, if she was a stranger, they might never meet again, besides his weapon. And that's if he decided to keep going with it. He turned his body, placing his armor on the floor, and laid on the bench. "Hadyn... I'm going to be serious with you for a bit. So don't take it too harsh." He said with a sigh as he looked in the sky. "I want you to just listen for now. Shut up and just listen, then you can tell me what ya think once I'm done." He placed his scythe in his hands, the crescent blade resting on his chest. "Ok here's what I want to ask." 

"If a man, hypothetically any man, has... Let's just say this man had a bunch of personalities, and one was evil and did what he wanted. So for instance, one day this man goes to a local bar. He decides to talk to this cute waitress barkeep girl, and they hit it off. Although they were interested in each other, it was different ways. She didn't like him, or at least not the same like. He took it the wrong way and snapped. This personality, that I told you about... It came out of no where and just over rides the body..." He let out a deep sigh, looking at every cloud in the sky at once, his eyes darting crazily. "Now because of this personality, this twisted one, he found himself yelling at the girl. Things escalated, some threats, they found themselves outside in the cold air. He had a blade pressed to her body, threatening to kill her just to see her expression... And once he saw her will, he laughed, for it made him happy..." K didn't want her to judge him so he decided to play the safe route. Not giving out specific details. "This guy was then tossed into the over the docks, with a chain around his neck. Forced to fight for his life, which he did and went home." He looked over at her softly. "Now... My question for you is borderline philosophical. Should the man be blamed because of what he does in this... State. Or is he excused? Do you think that he's crazy? Deranged? What are your opinions?" He wanted to be sure she wouldn't so he added one more thing. "Oh yeah... This story was about a man from Ravok.. I was just wondering."

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn leaned against the back of the bench, draping one arm over the long edge, the other arm resting with a hand on the bag. It was a bearing of repose, one leg crossed over the other, the rough-worn boots peeking from beneath the dress' hem. Her expression remained placid, evaluating his words silently, gaze assessing. She offered the slightest of nods when he expressed a desire to be serious. His story was strange if not bothersome. She resisted any inclination to react, waiting until he'd finished to respond. It was odd indeed that he would inject a disclaimer at the end. She had her suspicions but decided against remarking upon them. When he fell silent Hadyn did not immediately answer, instead sitting quietly and staring at him with a evaluating eyes. After a chime, she flicked her gaze away, looking over his shoulder with a sigh. She shifted slowly, the toe of the boot on the ground sending lazy dust spirals into the air as she settled. "All humans struggle with a good and cruel nature," she replied at length, her tone somewhat critical but soft. Her gaze was stern, unsympathetic as she choose her words carefully. "Whatever this man's predilection for wickedness he's still accountable for his actions. He threatened t'girl an' there's no way 'round it. Can't have him runnin' around hurtin' and threatenin' folk then blamin' it on a corrupt nature. Whate'er his actions they're his. So no. He is not excused." Hadyn paused, allowing her words to settle in. There was no honey-coating her response, especially after he asked for her opinion. She was blunt in all things - particularly when her insight is desired. After a moment of flat silence, the woman spoke again. "Can this man control his wrathful side? I cannay answer that. But he is responsible for any harm comin' to others by his hand. Why shouldn't he be?"

[Kisetukai]

K was a bit devastated by her answer, he couldn't lie, there was no softness or hope in her voice. Gods... She showed no mercy. He began to think to himself, possibly was he not doing the right thing? Was it wrong for him not to seek help in trying to expel this personality, the wicked side, known as Shin? But if Shin was a mere persona, what was he? Shin had proven many times that he has the most power, so if he has the most power, then what would that make K? Was he not worth it? He began to get the feeling again that his life was useless, he had no reason for existing except being a side persona for Kise. It was stupid of him to try and take over the body... He would never be real because he never existed. To him now... His life was useless. 

Letting out a deep sigh when he heard a voice that he didn't want to hear. "So... Do you want to get rid of me?" Shin said softly and sarcastically, acting as if he was worried. "Shin... Your corrupted. I thought was me... But your the one who has been holding us down. We would have never done that to that woman but you! Your just-" His thoughts were interrupted as K flew to the subconscious zone, losing control of the body, switching places with Shin. Shin stretched a bit, and then stood up. Sliding on his heavy armor, he gave Hadyn a small smile, finding it funny she didn't see the irony... The thick irony that was in the air. "You'll just have to meet him... One day." He said with a huge smile showing no eye or teeth, he then grabbed his scythe and placed it in his weapon harness. "Until next time Hadyn... Next time we meet though may be different. Hopefully you have a weapon capable of slaying an army crafted for me..." Shin then began to walk off, his armor clanking slowly. For he was on his way to the dorm, he had to go persuade his brothers that he was doing everything for the best. He might even have to make an example... Soon.