Syaoran was simply taking a walk through the village today. He heard someone's voice just then, and a few swinging sounds.
It made him curious, so he quietly walked down the path until he stood by the farm area, turning his head slowly to where the source of the sounds came from.
And there an unfamiliar boy stood. He didn't want to stare since it would be rude, so he quietly perked up and decided to greet him, "... Good morning."
Syaoran shook his head once to that, "Ah, no, it's not."
And he observed Tyr a bit more. He seems young, and something about him had a strong aura... yet, he also could feel something off. But he can't tell what it was. Maybe he's thinking on this too hard.
So he smiles a little, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. My name is Syaoran."
At least that meant he didn't have to explain himself and the field, then. Though noticing Syaoran looking him over, he decided to brush himself off a little. Acting like that was the only thing off about him was probably best.
"I'm Tyr McDohl," he responded simply, then took his turn to look the other over, but as far as he could remember, he had never seen him before. Closing some of the distance between them, he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Syaoran."
Luc had decided to wander in the village, when he noticed someone he never expected to see again. Of course, he hadn't expected to see him during the war in Dunan, either.
Tyr stared at him for a few moments. Of all the people he knew, he wouldn't have expected to run into Luc in a random village.
There was no point in standing at such a distance, though. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he came closer. He couldn't help but keep looking at his face... Something seemed different.
It was probably because it was Luc that Tyr was entirely unfazed.
But what sort of answer was that supposed to be? Unfortunately for all involved, waking up by being hit by a rake didn't put Tyr in the best of moods either. "Come on," he pressed him, annoyance entering his voice. "You didn't just get lost walking from Magician's Tower."
[It just so happens that Tyr isn't the only one in the field this fine day. As he pushes the scarecrow back into the field violently, there is a shout, followed by a good deal of rustling plant material. And then the sound of something falling over.
A scarecrow arm flies. There is a brief scuffle, then silence. Well, something like silence, anyway, because there's suddenly the sound of a machine whirling, and a short girl in bright clothing and goggles askew on her face stumbles out of the field, coughing up wheat grains.
She's holding the arm of a scarecrow. And glaring. It doesn't take her long to realize Tyr's presence and put two and two together. A baleful glare, and she throws the scarecrow arm at him.]
Why don't you watch where you shove things, moron.
[ If he hadn't noticed the girl when he was stabbing at the scarecrow before, he definitely didn't when she took care of it after he left the field. Really, she didn't have his attention at all until the scarecrow arm hit him in the shoulder.
He sort of felt bad for her, looking as bad or worse than he did, but he really wasn't in the mood to be apologetic. ]
I was hitting that thing long enough; you should have gotten out of the way before.
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It made him curious, so he quietly walked down the path until he stood by the farm area, turning his head slowly to where the source of the sounds came from.
And there an unfamiliar boy stood. He didn't want to stare since it would be rude, so he quietly perked up and decided to greet him, "... Good morning."
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Having not seen where the boy had come from, he gestured to the field and ventured to ask, "Is this your farm?"
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And he observed Tyr a bit more. He seems young, and something about him had a strong aura... yet, he also could feel something off. But he can't tell what it was. Maybe he's thinking on this too hard.
So he smiles a little, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. My name is Syaoran."
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"I'm Tyr McDohl," he responded simply, then took his turn to look the other over, but as far as he could remember, he had never seen him before. Closing some of the distance between them, he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Syaoran."
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"Tyr?"
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Tyr stared at him for a few moments. Of all the people he knew, he wouldn't have expected to run into Luc in a random village.
There was no point in standing at such a distance, though. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he came closer. He couldn't help but keep looking at his face... Something seemed different.
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But what sort of answer was that supposed to be? Unfortunately for all involved, waking up by being hit by a rake didn't put Tyr in the best of moods either. "Come on," he pressed him, annoyance entering his voice. "You didn't just get lost walking from Magician's Tower."
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A scarecrow arm flies. There is a brief scuffle, then silence. Well, something like silence, anyway, because there's suddenly the sound of a machine whirling, and a short girl in bright clothing and goggles askew on her face stumbles out of the field, coughing up wheat grains.
She's holding the arm of a scarecrow. And glaring. It doesn't take her long to realize Tyr's presence and put two and two together. A baleful glare, and she throws the scarecrow arm at him.]
Why don't you watch where you shove things, moron.
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He sort of felt bad for her, looking as bad or worse than he did, but he really wasn't in the mood to be apologetic. ]
I was hitting that thing long enough; you should have gotten out of the way before.
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