Chel was bored. She was inside a building that didn't seem to be in use any more, but was plenty warm - which was why she was in there. She was sitting on a bench in a room that was nearly empty aside from various forms of seeting and two empty bookcases thrown in the room at seemingly random places. Yeah, it was kind of ugly-looking, but that wasn
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The door leading into the building flew open rather abruptly as a young man zipped inside, slamming it shut behind him as voices could be heard approaching outside. He quickly pressed his back against the door, listening intently as the sounds drew near.
"Where'd that bastard go?" "That damn thief, he's gotta be here somewhere!" "He must be hiding around here...!"
The young swordsman, Guy, grimaced slightly at those words. He hadn't stolen a thing; all he'd done was accept some food from a stranger who noticed he was hungry. He didn't know it was stolen until he was halfway through eating it! But they would hear none of that, and, well, here he was ( ... )
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She reached back and pulled a large portion of her hair over her shoulder, then began to run her fingers through it. Her eyes closed just as her mouth opened. "So... What did you take?"
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"N-nothing!" he insisted, pushing himself off the door with an annoyed sigh. "Someone gave me some food, but it turns out they stole it. I just got caught eating it." He frowned slightly - was that a pout? - as he muttered "That's just my luck, really."
Snapping out of his annoyed mindset, he quickly bowed to the relaxing woman before him. "Oh, but in any case, thank you for not turning me in! I definitely owe you one!"
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Still, she didn't speak until he said he owed her, and then she was beaming. "Owe me one, huh? And what exactly do you have to offer?"
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"Uh... well." He didn't have much to offer, as far as items went - a few swords and a vulnerary, but she didn't look like the kind who saw enough combat to need weapons or healing items. So... services, then? "I guess I can owe you a favor? I'm a swordsman, but if you need help with anything else I can probably manage it." He pursed his lips as he tried to think of anything more specific than that. "I... guess it might help if I knew if there was something you wanted, first."
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Chel looked thoughtful for a second, although she already knew what she was going to say. The way he seemed at a loss for words, seemed a bit uncomfortable, was kind of amusing.
"A favor, huh? Well... There's not really anything I need right now..."
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"Oh. Well... I guess you can just ask for it whenever you think of something, then." he offered, knowing even as he said it just how pathetic that sounded as a form of repayment. Mind you, talking to girls was never his strongest point in the first place, but he still felt he should try to think of something.
"Um." He folded his arms over his chest, staring at the floor in thought for a moment. Being a swordsman was his main drive in life; what else did he have to offer? "I could... follow you? And help you if the need comes up?"
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"So... You're okay with following me around like a puppy, honey?"
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"Well... I don't know about a puppy, but..."
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Eh, no reason to think about them now.
"I'm Chel!" she revealed, stepping back.
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"W... well met, Chel." he stammered, silently relieved as she stepped back. He was much better at admiring from afar; things got complicated when actual interaction was in order. "I-I'm Guy. Guy of Sacae. It's... um, it's good to meet you."
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"Sacae, huh? What's that like?"
She always loved learning about different places, seeing everything as a potential place to go.
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A quiet sigh; it was nothing like this place. This city of metal and concrete didn't sit well with him at all.
"It's... not easy to describe, without seeing it yourself."
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"I guess most places are like that, really." She wanted to see it, like she wanted to see so many places. She wasn't sure, though, if she was just moving from one adventure to the next or looking for a home.
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He shook his head quickly, adding, "Still, it's worth seeing, I think." It was his turn to tilt his head a bit, studying her for a moment. Her complexion, mannerisms, physique... though distinctly attractive, they were also entirely unlike anything he'd seen. He certainly couldn't discern her heritage from them. "What about you? I mean, where are you from?"
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Instead, she rolled her eyes at the question of where she lived. "El Dorado. You know, the City of Gold? It's a nice place to visit, or some I'm told... But you wouldn't want to live there."
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