Post by Achille on Aug 12, 2013 22:46:04 GMT -6
Achille glances over, blinking in surprise at the grin. Huh, so the kid had some confidence, after all. He'd have to test it.
He enjoyed getting under people's skin.
It was what he did best, usually without even trying.
Oh, but then the Blacksmith opened his mouth again, and unknowingly re-ignited the protective dragon inside Achille.
"The Fifth Lotus is a respectable operation. It's good that she takes pride in that. She's kinda cute.... Maybe I'll catch her in the library sometime. I go there sometimes to research latest Forging techniques they don't bother teaching us in class. Gotta do stuff to stay above the rest, y'know?"
Achille looked like he had just eaten something sour. His lips pursed in displeasure, and he started to open his mouth to tell Aidan just what he could do to stay above the rest. It was definitely not studying.
But then the kid just kept digging himself deeper.
"But you can expect that sword within a week. I work pretty fast and spend a lot of hours on my work. Heaviest broadswords are upper five pounders, so I'll make sure to get as close to that as I can. And hey, maybe as a sort of payment, you could put in a good w-word for me with Z-Z-Z-Zinnia... Heh..."
Now, not only had he eaten something sour, it looked as though he'd smelled something dead.
And gotten punched in the jaw.
All at once.
Something punched him in the jaw, he killed it, it rotted instantaneously, and then he ate it.
Or at least, that was his approximate expression, temper flaring bright in his eyes. He felt his hands ball into fists of their own accord, his chest inflating as he inhaled deeply.
Don't hit him. Getting in a fight on the first day you're here, before classes even start, would not be good, He told himself reasonably, though it did little to cool his red-hot protective tendency.
So, instead, the male turned his head, mentally ripping the Blacksmith in half, his glare communicating his thoughts rather effectively.
"The Fifth Lotus IS a respectable operation. And she is respectable herself. However..." He rolled onto his side, pointing at the other male, enunciating each syllable pointedly, to make sure he got his point across. "I won't be putting in a, good word, as you put it. Stay away from Zinny, unless it's to help her. She's got enough on her plate with her studies and her illne-"
Shit.
He bit his tongue, his eyes narrowing even further as he growled. Zinnia hated it when people treated her as a cripple.
Damn it!
"Just keep your hands to yourself, Blacksmith. Or else."
And with that, the male rolled back over so that his back faced the Blacksmith, grumbling profanities and death threats.
He enjoyed getting under people's skin.
It was what he did best, usually without even trying.
Oh, but then the Blacksmith opened his mouth again, and unknowingly re-ignited the protective dragon inside Achille.
Achille looked like he had just eaten something sour. His lips pursed in displeasure, and he started to open his mouth to tell Aidan just what he could do to stay above the rest. It was definitely not studying.
But then the kid just kept digging himself deeper.
Now, not only had he eaten something sour, it looked as though he'd smelled something dead.
And gotten punched in the jaw.
All at once.
Something punched him in the jaw, he killed it, it rotted instantaneously, and then he ate it.
Or at least, that was his approximate expression, temper flaring bright in his eyes. He felt his hands ball into fists of their own accord, his chest inflating as he inhaled deeply.
Don't hit him. Getting in a fight on the first day you're here, before classes even start, would not be good, He told himself reasonably, though it did little to cool his red-hot protective tendency.
So, instead, the male turned his head, mentally ripping the Blacksmith in half, his glare communicating his thoughts rather effectively.
"The Fifth Lotus IS a respectable operation. And she is respectable herself. However..." He rolled onto his side, pointing at the other male, enunciating each syllable pointedly, to make sure he got his point across. "I won't be putting in a, good word, as you put it. Stay away from Zinny, unless it's to help her. She's got enough on her plate with her studies and her illne-"
Shit.
He bit his tongue, his eyes narrowing even further as he growled. Zinnia hated it when people treated her as a cripple.
Damn it!
"Just keep your hands to yourself, Blacksmith. Or else."
And with that, the male rolled back over so that his back faced the Blacksmith, grumbling profanities and death threats.