Post by Vocado on May 3, 2019 16:03:17 GMT -6
”Fair enough. Strength alone won’t keep you alive forever, though.” Vocado gestured to his missing arm again. ”I consider myself quite skillful. Kayen’s magical ruby and massive sword said otherwise.”
Sensoa’s other concerns were of no issue to Vocado. He had people he didnt want to fight either, or at the very least he’d refrain from killing. Nodding in response, the once-king smiled toward his potential ally. ”I intended to journey alone anyways. What right would I have to own the Seed of Might if I did not collect it with my own two—“ He caught himself mid-sentence, and sighed heavily. ”— my own hand. Singular.”
Turning away from Sensoa, he almost left without word, until he stepped on something decidedly not-rubble. Looking down, he found a slightly burnt piece of paper beneath his boot, still rolled up neatly like a document ought to be. Grasping it tightly, he unrolled it to reveal his prize: The deed to some old bar on Shikk.
This was what his father wanted? Some land on a vacation planet? Shrugging, he stuffed it into his breastplate, and turned back to Sensoa.
”I’d feel wrong holding you to any sort of bargain without reason. If fighting so many warriors from all walks of life interests you then as it does now, then we’ll become partners. If not? Well, I hold no grudges when it comes to allegiances. Kayen won her fight fairly, after all; my want to kill her has nothing to do with those who kneel to her crown.”
He hopped up to one of the higher rungs of the dilapidated building, crouching down as if he were a perched beast waiting to pounce.
”Is there anyone you’d prefer I not kill in my quest? I’ll refrain from anyone as long as they don’t wear the Fleet’s colors.”
Sensoa’s other concerns were of no issue to Vocado. He had people he didnt want to fight either, or at the very least he’d refrain from killing. Nodding in response, the once-king smiled toward his potential ally. ”I intended to journey alone anyways. What right would I have to own the Seed of Might if I did not collect it with my own two—“ He caught himself mid-sentence, and sighed heavily. ”— my own hand. Singular.”
Turning away from Sensoa, he almost left without word, until he stepped on something decidedly not-rubble. Looking down, he found a slightly burnt piece of paper beneath his boot, still rolled up neatly like a document ought to be. Grasping it tightly, he unrolled it to reveal his prize: The deed to some old bar on Shikk.
This was what his father wanted? Some land on a vacation planet? Shrugging, he stuffed it into his breastplate, and turned back to Sensoa.
”I’d feel wrong holding you to any sort of bargain without reason. If fighting so many warriors from all walks of life interests you then as it does now, then we’ll become partners. If not? Well, I hold no grudges when it comes to allegiances. Kayen won her fight fairly, after all; my want to kill her has nothing to do with those who kneel to her crown.”
He hopped up to one of the higher rungs of the dilapidated building, crouching down as if he were a perched beast waiting to pounce.
”Is there anyone you’d prefer I not kill in my quest? I’ll refrain from anyone as long as they don’t wear the Fleet’s colors.”
