Winter Lily in the Lonely Streets Kishi Ou no Hokori(Fate/Stay Night) The light click-clacking of heeled boots gently echoed throughout the empty streets, the blonde Chienthrope taking care not to tread on any of the loose rubble strewn about the older parts of Orario as he made his way towards the closest semblance to a home he had. He hopped and skipped over a couple of pot holes here and there, finding that the dress set Lady Freya had purchased for him had indeed made him feel much lighter than he was before. But he still felt a sense of protection from it as well. Though if he were to be honest with himself, he'd mainly wanted it because he was comfortable wearing this sort of clothing. He looked the part of a woman as he was, so why not just go with it? At any rate, he was making his way back with a bag of groceries in his arms, catching a few glances from others in passing. He paid them no mind, however, continuing to make his way within the slums. For himself, it was just another walk back home. In the eyes of others, he seemed to be gliding along like some sort of ethereal figure, elegant and graceful, and only highlighted by the attire of the H Ranked dress set Lady Freya had purchased for him. He was truly grateful that a goddess was willing to do such a kindness in purchasing him such an extravagant gift. Though, he was still somewhat disturbed by her last few choices of words before their departure. She was truly an odd deity, to say the least. He stopped his walk briefly for a moment, turning his head to look back behind himself. He found nothing there, at least, nothing that he could spot right away. Figuring that he was perhaps just a little paranoid, he continued onward until he reached a cathedral. It was practically in shambles just by looking at it, though it was still in one piece, all the same. The roof had caved in some ages ago, but the interior was more or less intact. Celsius walked inside, the door creaking softly as it opened, a soft voice spilling from his lips as he whispered to no one in particular. "I'm home.." A force of habit he had developed since living on his own. A hint of a small wish he had been holding onto for some time, yet had gone unspoken. It would more than likely remain that way as well. Ah, but there was no point in dwelling on such things. Right now he had to get his dinner ready. Perhaps he could put a sandwich together with what he had right now? A bit of bacon... some lettuce... two tomatoes. Yes, maybe he could make something that would last him the night and the following morning. Heck, it would probably feed two with how much of it he had been given. He would have bought more, but sadly, he didn't have quite enough Valis for such a luxury. For the time being, he'd simply make due with what little fortune he'd come across in his shopping and head down to the lower part of the cathedral. A small area for where the priests probably could spend their nights if they couldn't make it back home. A bed that could fit one, maybe two people. Sheets that were clearly old, yet practically seemed untouched by time. Possibly some strange magic enchantment upon them. Same with the various furniture laid out in the room. It even came with a small kitchen area for him to do his cooking. He let a soft sigh slip past his lips, walking over to the kitchenette area and placing his groceries upon the small counter-top. For now, he would take the time to prepare, unawares that he may have drawn in some unexpected attention. Tags: @Soren Kalamalos
Soren had decided that a walk would clear his mind of the nightmare he had recently. He'd been caught napping and was subsequently reprimanded for it. It was a miracle that the tavern owner hadn't fired him on the spot. He sighed and yawned as he stretched his arms, putting his hands on the back of his head as he stared at the sky. The nightmare had consisted of that moment in time he first became a fugitive, only this time the women had killed his father and he was taken away, bound, gagged, and crying. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his breathing. No, no good. Stop thinking about it already! he thought to himself. He tried to think of something else, like the sky or the person in the street with him. He heaved another sigh when he noticed a Chienthrope head into the abandoned cathedral to his right. He blinked in surprise. Is he out on a dare? ...No, he was carrying something. Why is he going in there? Curious, he made his way to the cathedral, opening the door and wincing as it creaked. To be honest, he hoped there were no ghosts haunting this area. It always gave him a chill down his spine. "Hello?" he called out, "Is anyone here?" A thought came to him at that moment. What if the Chienthrope was a ghost? He mentally slapped himself after thinking that. "There's no such things as ghost... No such things as ghosts..." he mumbled as he went through the door and looked around to see where the other male had went. @Celsius Snowfang
Winter Lily in the Lonely Streets Dog-like ears perked up at the sound of another voice. It was faint, but he definitely heard it. Had someone else entered the cathedral just now? The blonde set his items on the kitchenette counter, soon making his way up the stairs slowly, taking care not to make any sounds as he did. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he'd press his back against the wall, slowly peering out from the corner just enough to catch a glimpse of his uninvited guest. A young man, from the looks of it. And a Dark Elf, at that. What in the world was a Dark Elf doing here? Better yet, why specifically did he come to this cathedral? Well, whatever the case, he didn't exactly feel very keen on letting him just waltz around doing what he wanted. There was no telling if he was possibly here to raid his only place he could call "home". Swiftly but quietly, Celsius slipped from the doorway to the altar table nearby, ducking behind it and peering around the corner of it once more. If he had been seen, he probably looked like no more than a blur of ethereal white and gold. The Chienthrope slowly inched his rose-crested left hand out behind the table, brows knitting together in a slight frown as he whispered, "Shrouding Mist...", moisture gathering in his palm before billowing out from his hand and out into the open church area, a thick vapor enshrouding all it touched from view. As this was occurring, he stepped out from behind the table, walking into the thick veil and allowing it to hide his presence as he slowly stalked closer towards the male, his heeled boots echoing throughout the cathedral with every step he took. Click...clack...click...clack was the sound of his footsteps as he drew closer and closer to the Dark Elf, only to stop directly in front of him, blue eyes fixated upon the young man before him with a scowl, the vapor dissipating with a snap of his fingers in an instant. "Oy...what are you doing here...?" he asked coldly, hoping that maybe he could maybe intimidate the other male into leaving. Though chances were rather small on that, considering his effeminate appearance... Tags: @Soren Kalamalos
Soren glanced around the cathedral, taking in its crumbling design. He wondered who used it before. A priest, he was sure. And maybe others of a certain religion congregated here on certain days. He wondered, what was the priest's family like? Did he even have a family at all? Being here made him feel a sad and little nostalgic. He remembered how his village sometimes congregated when a wise man came to teach them something before leaving them. He wondered if that's what priests did in such a place. He shook his head. His imagination was getting the better of him, he really should find that Chienthrope. He glanced around when he noticed the mist coming out from somewhere. His blood immediately ran cold. Oh no...was this what he think it was? "Oy...what are you doing here...?" He jumped high into the air at the voice and immediately scrambled back. "G-G-Ghost!" he yelped, flailing his arms as he landed on his bum. He immediately shielded himself by throwing his arms out to cover his face, trembling badly. Great, he must have angered the spirit that resided here. He was going to die for sure. @Celsius Snowfang
Winter Lily in the Lonely Streets Celsius' features relaxed as he watched the Dark Elf practically leap into the air and scramble backward out of fear. And...wait...did he just call him a ghost? Really? The Chienthrope's expression went from a look of surprise to one of annoyance very quickly, finding himself pinching the bridge of his nose to clearly show it. And here he'd thought the man had come along to disrupt his peace by robbing him or something. This guy was clearly incapable of such a thing with how skittish he was. A sigh escaped his lips before he lowered his hand, the other coming to rest upon his hip as he looked down at the Dark Elf with narrowed eyes, stepping closer to get a better look at him. Yep. Deifnitely not thief material. "What the hell are you doing in my house, huh?" he'd inquire with an insistent annoyance. The fact that some random stranger had come into his home unannounced was one thing. The fact that said person was just some guy who had come in and made him think he was being raided was flat-out pissed him off. He was not a happy camper by any stretch of the imagination right now, as if the scowl on his face hadn't stated that enough. "Well? Out with it! Before I punch your lights out!" Tags: @Soren Kalamalos
"W-Wait, your...house?" he asked, still thinking the person before him was a ghost, He didn't lower his arms to see who was addressing him, nor did he open his eyes. They were kept tightly shut. "I-I, uh... S-S-Sorry to disturb y-your resting place." He let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to decide what to do from there. Escape, maybe? But would the ghost follow him, that was the question. He didn't know and didn't want to risk it. "I-I was..." He coughed before answering. "I was following this Chi-Chienthrope a-and...well, I, um, was wondering if he came here out on a dare or something. Though he-he didn't look like it... I-I don't think a-anyone would be able to live here, s-so..." He was a stuttering wreck, and he would've kicked himself for it if he wasn't scared to death of a ghost. God did he hate being so superstitious. @Celsius Snowfang
Winter Lily in the Lonely Streets Celsius was more or less at a loss for words at this point. If he'd pinched the bridge of his nose any harder, he was certain he might wind up tearing it off. This guy had followed him out of sheer curiosity... and now was thinking he was talking to some dead person. How ridiculous! There's no such thing as ghosts. And for this Dark Elf to waltz in here unannounced, then act skittish as can be and assume that the Chienthrope was dead?! There literally were no proper words he could use to express how much of a headache this was becoming. He was almost starting to feel sorry for the guy... mostly out of pity, more than anything. "I'm not dead, stupid." he said bluntly, reaching out to flick the top of the man's head once he drew close enough. "I'm very much alive, and right now, you are sitting here like a scared kid in my house! ...Hey! Are you even listening?! At least look at someone when they talk to you, dammit!" Celsius could feel his aggravation climbing the more time he spent around this guy. He had half a mind to take hold and shake him. Though honestly, what good would that really do here? "Oy!" Tags: @Soren Kalamalos
Soren let out a very unmanly squeak when his forehead got flicked. Wait, what? He dropped his arms and looked at the Chienthrope. "...Oh." He blinked before he began to blush a little bit. Stupid! He knew ghosts didn't exist, so why'd he had to go and be scared over nothing?! He was embarrassed just by being here now. "So...you're not a ghost," he mumbled, "...You live here? I didn't expect anyone to be living here. I'm guessing you can't pay for the rent if you lived somewhere else?" He mentally slapped himself for the stupid question. "Ignore my last question. You live alone?" For someone who had been scared out of his wits a moment before, he was oddly chatty. @Celsius Snowfang
Celsius could feel his eyes narrowing, his mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief at the Dark Elf before him. He continued to squeak and fret after being flicked in the forehead, only having finally taken a moment to actually look at the Chienthrope before realizing his mistake. Heavens above, he'd almost feel sorry for the guy if he wasn't so pathetic. A sigh escaped him as his eyes rolled a bit, giving his head a shake as the elf repeated his question to be doubly sure. "No, I'm not a ghost and yes, I do live here. If I had that kind of money, I'd be somewhere in the main part of the city. Not out here of all places..." Celsius groaned out a bit before turning on his heel to head back towards his room, not caring what the guy did after this. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He did prefer to have his own space but... the guy did a well enough job intimidating himself as it was. No need for the Chienthrope to throw any additional salt in the guys' own wounds.
@Celsius Snowfang Soren's face heated up in embarrassment and looked away. He freaked out in front of a total stranger, thinking he was a ghost. How low could he have sunken? Wait, wrong phrase, but same meaning all the same. He sort of wanted to hide at this point, maybe under the pews. What was he supposed to say to him now? After all that? He didn't know. "So, what kind of job do you have?" he asked, "Does it pay a lot? Maybe I can help you out if you go to the Dungeon, I'm a supporter after all. That is, if you go into the Dungeon at all." So what if he hadn't yet gone into the Dungeon? At least he was willing to play the part. He was still blushing as he looked back at the Chienthrope. "Er, what's your name?" he asked, realizing he hadn't asked that before.
Celsius stopped as the elf spoke up once more, the Chienthrope turning around on his heels with an eyebrow raised. Did he just ask him what he does for work? That's an odd way to start a normal conversation with a stranger. But he supposed it was still something as opposed to how things were originally going. He let out a sigh once again before brushing one of his bangs out of his eyes. "I'm an Adventurer... I've taken up weaving on the side... but I've yet to get myself properly established before I can make a business out of it..." he stated, not seeming too excited to talk about his means of making a living to a random stranger. Though it seemed like they wouldn't be strangers for long after the guy asked for his name. "...Celsius. Celsius Snowfang..."
@Celsius Snowfang Soren cocked his head to one side. "Celsius? As in...the temperature?" he asked, thoroughly confused. He wondered why his parents named him that. Snowfang he could understand if he was from a different area, but Celsius? ...Maybe where he came from the word celsius meant something else, he didn't know. "Huh,at's interesting," he commented, "The weaving, that is. I think others would be into it." He wasn't sure himself, but he didn't want to put the older male down in any sort of way. ...Actually, he looked pretty young. "How old are you? You look younger than me," he blurted out before his face heated up. Gods above he sounded stupid.
The Chienthrope sighed out as the obvious question came. "Yes... as in the temperature..."[/b] he said. He never questioned his parents why he'd been named Celsius. The name simply stuck with him upon receiving the name. Gods above, this was starting to become awkward. The elf then mentioned that he found it interesting that Celsius was into weaving. A lot of people do it, though so... how was it particularly interesting with him? And then came the question about his age. It was true that he probably looked much younger than he actually was, what with his girlish looks and all. A sigh escaped him as he spoke up again, arms crossing over his chest in a slight huff. "Seventeen...", he answered, looking to the elf and returning the question in kind. "You?" @Soren Kalamalos
@Celsius Snowfang Soren looked away in embarrassment. He didn't mean to be so rude to the Chienthrope- er, Celsius. Heck, he wasn't even sure why he continued to ask stupid things while the other just looked at him like he was an idiot. He certainly felt like an idiot, especially after freaking out and thinking he was a ghost. He immediately snapped out of his thoughts when he was addressed to. He took in a deep breath as his head turned back to Celsius. "I'm fifteen," he said, "So...yeah." There was a growling noise and his blush reddened even more. Great, now his stomach was acting up. This was not a good time for it to make a noise like that! He looked away again, feeling the shame.
