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Did this kid always have to find just the right ways to piss Ja’far off? Was it like a hobby or something?
The male watches the Prince practically crawl blindly around the room for but a moment before he walks over and, “politely” stomps his foot down on the younger’s back.
“Ya know, maybe if you actually tried instead of crying that you want to go home every three seconds you’d improve some, Sharrkan.”
There was so many other things he could have told the boy, other things he could have done. But if he was not afraid to hit Sinbad for being stupid there was no way he was scared of hitting a brat like Sharrkan. “Why don’t you stop lying to us, huh?” he added.
“Its obvious you don’t really want to improve, or to be anything besides what you are. You can say you do, but if you did you wouldn’t be running off wanting to cry to King Armakan every three seconds. You were banished, get over it and learn to do things for yourself without crying every two seconds!”
No, it wasn’t a hobby—but it was close to being one, probably.
“B-But I do wanna go home! I d-don’t like it here, and I don’t like you!” He’d tried to wriggle rather aggressively away from the overbearing foot on his back, but to no avail—remaining a doormat for the elder boy, Sharrkan just laid there and cried even harder.
Because crying was easy. Improving, not so much. For this little boy, it seemed like the only thing worth doing, these days—as well as desperately clawing his way to an exit he still couldn’t see with his own two eyes.
“And I wasn’t b-banished, either! If I went b-back right n-now, I bet he’d t-take me in again, and we c-can go back to normal…"
You know, because it’s totally easy to forget over a decade’s worth of conspiracy, lies, and deceit, right? He wasn’t in danger of getting killed on the spot, or anything, so it was perfectly fine to go back!
Spoiler alert- it was annoying as fuck.
“I guess it’s a good thing that what you think of me doesn’t matter, right?” he replies, voice cold. He was probably a bit too harsh on the young Prince, but he did not care. He would have to learn sooner or later that the world would not play nice with him, and that life was not fair.
It would be better for someone like him to be the center of Sharrkan’s hate than instead to give the burden to Sin or someone else. He was more than used to being hated, and it did not affect him at all at this point.
“Ah yes, you can go back to normal for all of two seconds before you are either be jailed or executed as your mother was.”
That was a bit cruel, but someone had to say it. “If you are that determined to go home then prove it. Prove you can handle it.”
pcisonedsnake:
Holy fuck this kid was stupid
It actually takes a moment to process what he just saw. All the stupid comments of how he would make them all ‘sorry’ were dropped immediately from the elder’s mind as the Prince had a very harsh meeting with the floor. Maybe if Ja’far was someone else he would have laughed at that sight, but instead he just… he just stared.
Until he remembered that Sharrkan could seriously be hurt, that is. It took him less than a moment to be at the boy’s side, kneeling down and looking at him in concern.
“Are you okay? How bad is the injury?” he questioned, internally praying he wasn’t going to get some bratty comment about how Sharrkan can take care of himself. “Maybe we should stop…” and by that he meant they were going to.
“N-No…m'not o-okay…” Mumbling at this point, the little prince merely turned the other cheek, still sniffling and crying and being a baby, as usual. Probably wishing Ra could strike Ja'far down with his mighty sun powers, so he could escape back to Armakan and beg for forgiveness.
“H-How am I s'posed to beat people if I can’t ev'n last two s-seconds in a b-battle…? S-S'not f-fair…I wanna go home…”
Home, at this rate, was better than anything else. With a throbbing head, and kneecaps basically scrapped to death, Sharr had started to crawl along the ground to the nearest exit…wherever it was.
Did this kid always have to find just the right ways to piss Ja’far off? Was it like a hobby or something?
The male watches the Prince practically crawl blindly around the room for but a moment before he walks over and, “politely” stomps his foot down on the younger’s back.
“Ya know, maybe if you actually tried instead of crying that you want to go home every three seconds you’d improve some, Sharrkan.”
There was so many other things he could have told the boy, other things he could have done. But if he was not afraid to hit Sinbad for being stupid there was no way he was scared of hitting a brat like Sharrkan. “Why don’t you stop lying to us, huh?” he added.
“Its obvious you don’t really want to improve, or to be anything besides what you are. You can say you do, but if you did you wouldn’t be running off wanting to cry to King Armakan every three seconds. You were banished, get over it and learn to do things for yourself without crying every two seconds!”
pcisonedsnake:
This was the most unimpressive feat of fighting he had ever seen- and that was pretty hard to say considering who he followed.
He was just running around pretty much, not even looking and what the hell was that posture? Ja’far didn’t use swords, but he knew that was not how you handled one. That was, well, he was not even sure what to call that. Sure it was cute, but also dangerous.
“How am I gonna get it when you’re all the way down there?” he brings the darts back up and holds them, kinda just… sitting there and watching for a moment. How was this boy still alive?
He’s just gonna try and knock the sword out of Sharrkan’s hands with his darts- just, put that down before you hurt yourself kid.
“Don’t you dare make fun of me! I’ll win this battle, and you’ll be sorry! Sinbad will be sorry, Miss Serendine’ll be sorry, Masrur will definitely be sorry, and—”
He’d meant to say more. …He really, really did. Maybe in another life, in another time, in another place…he could’ve been able to finish whatever snobby declaration he had the audacity to say. The loose grip of his sandal had very well shut him up, as a mere trip up in his steps caused him to fall face first onto the ground—hard.
For now, Sharrkan was practically wailing like a siren, one hand shakily gripping onto his forehead, whilst the other wrapped around his knees. Poor kid. But, for the time being, he was completely, and utterly—
WASTED.
Holy fuck this kid was stupid
It actually takes a moment to process what he just saw. All the stupid comments of how he would make them all ‘sorry’ were dropped immediately from the elder’s mind as the Prince had a very harsh meeting with the floor. Maybe if Ja’far was someone else he would have laughed at that sight, but instead he just... he just stared.
Until he remembered that Sharrkan could seriously be hurt, that is. It took him less than a moment to be at the boy’s side, kneeling down and looking at him in concern.
“Are you okay? How bad is the injury?” he questioned, internally praying he wasn’t going to get some bratty comment about how Sharrkan can take care of himself. “Maybe we should stop...” and by that he meant they were going to.
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“Are you okay…?’
That was… interesting to watch. The male stared at the female with what was probably a mix between surprise and concern.
“Uh–yes?” For someone to have witnessed that bloody fight–well, she hadn’t exactly planned on that. Drenched in blood, the swordsman awkwardly shifted on her feet and coughed loudly.
Jeez, she probably seemed like some psycho now. She had tried her best to avoid any vital spots but–a fight twenty to one didn’t particularly leave her with the luxury. Damned thieves.
“Sorry you had to see that, I suppose?”
Now Ja’far had seen some pretty intense fights, but that was something entirely different. Saying it impressed him was an understatement actually and he had to stop and wonder where she had learned all of that.
“I can help you get the blood out of your clothes?” it wasn’t what he was going for, but it was what came out. Of course he knew by now how to do that, but he was not sure if she did, so it was good to offer the assistance?
“I-I’ve seen worse...”
pcisonedsnake:
Ja’far could see the surprise on Sharrkan’s face from here, and he smirked slightly at it. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into, did he? Well, it was too late to back out now.
It doesn’t take any effort to flick his darts down, sticking them into the ground- one right in front of the boy, and one right behind him. Red wires pull tight as he stands up fully once again. It wasn’t effective for fighting but it was for teaching a lesson.
“You really should watch when you swing that thing around instead of charging in like an idiot, Sharrkan.”
He’d been too caught up in thinking the other was dead to realize what really happened, visibly tearing up at watching him stand up again.
“J-Ja’far, that wasn’t fair at all! I thought you were gone forever!” How dare he trick him like this, after a moment in which he almost started caring about the guy? Sharr’s cheeks puff out as his sword readjusts in his hands, looking somewhat more threatening…in a cute way.
“Now you’re really gonna g-get it!” How thrilling it would be, when he’d start the same thing ( after avoiding those nasty darts ), but faster, raising his arms up in a awkward enough fashion.
This was the most unimpressive feat of fighting he had ever seen- and that was pretty hard to say considering who he followed.
He was just running around pretty much, not even looking and what the hell was that posture? Ja’far didn’t use swords, but he knew that was not how you handled one. That was, well, he was not even sure what to call that. Sure it was cute, but also dangerous.
“How am I gonna get it when you’re all the way down there?” he brings the darts back up and holds them, kinda just... sitting there and watching for a moment. How was this boy still alive?
He’s just gonna try and knock the sword out of Sharrkan’s hands with his darts- just, put that down before you hurt yourself kid.
pcisonedsnake:
Oh dear Rukh that was adorable.
Usually Sharrkan fell off of Ja’far’s ‘cute kids’ radar, mostly because of his attitude, but it was hard to deny that the way the younger for frustrated over his response was cute.
“Alright, alright, form your strategy, I’m waiting.” he replied, a dry laugh leaving him along with it.
Now, he was not really expecting Sharrkan to just charge at him, but it made his life easier. He easily moved out of the way, frowning. Were his eyes closed!? The former assassin shook his head before moving to hide himself from the male’s view instead of just attacking, going up into the rafters of the room and waiting.
This’d probably get the message through on watching your enemy.
He may not have seen it occur, but Sharrkan had a feeling that some movement had happened once he’d charged in—expecting a block, or a parry; or, a thrust; something that’d throw him battle, and really get this party started—
…But…there wasn’t a single thing left to hit against the air, except, well…more air. He’d brandished his blade a couple times, and…nothing happened. Snapping his eyes open, the little prince looked around with worry making his lips tremble.
Did he turn Ja’far into a ghost?
“W-Wait…where are you? You were h-here just a second ago…”
Ja’far could see the surprise on Sharrkan’s face from here, and he smirked slightly at it. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into, did he? Well, it was too late to back out now.
It doesn’t take any effort to flick his darts down, sticking them into the ground- one right in front of the boy, and one right behind him. Red wires pull tight as he stands up fully once again. It wasn’t effective for fighting but it was for teaching a lesson.
“You really should watch when you swing that thing around instead of charging in like an idiot, Sharrkan.”
Ya know why Ja’far needs Sinbad just as much as we all say Sinbad needs Ja’far???
So he stops fucking scaring all of Sinbad’s followers away like seriously.
pcisonedsnake:
“If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it. Come at me.” he replied, though the comment of ‘no holding back’ made him almost roll his eyes. That feeling only grew hearing the other’s ‘taunt’, if that’s what it could be called. It was actually an odd sort of cute, the fact that he was ‘a big kid’ and would not feel pain.
It doesn’t take a genius to see the fear from the younger, and when you’re scared you’re sloppy. Especially in a training scenario and not one where you’re risking your life.
Perfect, that would make this easier.
“Well? I’m waiting.” he could easily strike Sharrkan from here, but it was probably better to not. He didn’t know how quickly the boy would react to an actual hit, and he did not want to waste time if it was going to bite him in the ass.
There were subtle signs that the elder was ready for some sort of attack though, a slight tensing of muscles and a shift of his arms. Despite that he stood up straight and kept that smile on his face, almost casually.
“Wait a m-minute! I’m…thinking of a battle strategy…” Or something like that, to distract him of his fears…
So, let’s see…Ja'far was standing a pretty okay distance from him—and as he ( slowly, like molasses ) moved, this distance was only getting closer. He could close this gap by charging through, but what good would that have done? Wasn’t it a bad thing to charge at the start? Was it a bad thing to start off slow? Was it even good to attack at all?
For god’s sake, this was too HARD. Who in their right mind ever considered this to be simple? What a liar his instructor had been!
Throwing away any sort of common sense, Sharrkan instantly shut his eyes and blindly charged forward—screaming in a pitch that was the equivalent to a balloon losing air.
Oh dear Rukh that was adorable.
Usually Sharrkan fell off of Ja’far’s ‘cute kids’ radar, mostly because of his attitude, but it was hard to deny that the way the younger for frustrated over his response was cute.
“Alright, alright, form your strategy, I’m waiting.” he replied, a dry laugh leaving him along with it.
Now, he was not really expecting Sharrkan to just charge at him, but it made his life easier. He easily moved out of the way, frowning. Were his eyes closed!? The former assassin shook his head before moving to hide himself from the male’s view instead of just attacking, going up into the rafters of the room and waiting.
This’d probably get the message through on watching your enemy.
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The prince is surveyed with a cold expression– unimpressed green eyes scanning over the other, almost as if trying to find the weakness upon his body instead of from where it likely actually was.
He wanted to instill that feeling of doubt within him, though. He still yet did not see anything within the exiled child that wrought benefit to anyone besides Sharrkan himself. He was talented, of course he was, but it seemed all he wished to do was leave. Though, considering, Ja’far really wished the boy would just learn his lesson.
He does not even draw his own weapon, just looks between the other’s face and the sword, seemingly unimpressed. On the contrary, the determination brings a small smirk to his face, which he covers with a cant of his head, feigning surprise, almost mockingly so.
“If that’s seriously what you want. I suppose I have no choice.” he began, losing the harshness of his tone, even if just a little. He did not respect a lot about Sharrkan, but he could respect his drive. “Alright then– what are you waiting for?”
His lips quivered a second time, although it wasn’t quite out of fear. Sharrkan had been wary of Ja'far ever since they’d fought, but found himself increasingly agitated over how nothing had changed ever since he’d left his country.
If he could at least prove he was strong enough to beat a fighter as good as he was, maybe that’d give him leverage to be able to finally leave like he’d wanted to all this time. This would either be success, or a death wish.
“Y-You…mean it?” Truthfully, he hadn’t expected him to say yes at all.
“O-Okay, then… no holding back on me, Ja'far! I’m a b-big kid, s-so…pain doesn’t bother me at all!” Vaguely remembering what his instructor always told him to say at the beginning of a battle, Sharr at least knew a good enough offensive stance. Taking a couple steps forward, he began to move….
…Albeit…slowly. This kid was terrified.
"If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it. Come at me.” he replied, though the comment of ‘no holding back’ made him almost roll his eyes. That feeling only grew hearing the other’s ‘taunt’, if that’s what it could be called. It was actually an odd sort of cute, the fact that he was ‘a big kid’ and would not feel pain.
It doesn’t take a genius to see the fear from the younger, and when you’re scared you’re sloppy. Especially in a training scenario and not one where you’re risking your life.
Perfect, that would make this easier.
“Well? I’m waiting.” he could easily strike Sharrkan from here, but it was probably better to not. He didn’t know how quickly the boy would react to an actual hit, and he did not want to waste time if it was going to bite him in the ass.
There were subtle signs that the elder was ready for some sort of attack though, a slight tensing of muscles and a shift of his arms. Despite that he stood up straight and kept that smile on his face, almost casually.
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“Of course I did, what else was I supposed to do?” Ja’far didn’t understand why he thought that way, but he knew what he thought. He probably thought Ja’far was going to kill him, instead of doing what he did.
“…You really threw me around though, or, Zepar did, but…” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head, maybe slightly trying to change the subject. It only took a moment of that though before he was sighing and frowning again.
“Look, you’re a part of our family now, Masrur, for better or for worse. I wouldn’t let something happen to you.”
◤ Masrur stares at the other, finally raising his head. This guy was confusing. The first time he say him, he smelled the bloodlust on him as he was beating Sinbad. There was no doubt he was a killer, like himself.
Yet, he wanted to save him? Why? Masrur guessed he was valuable to the group beacuse of his strength, but his life wasn’t worth the other’s life. At the mention of family his face darkens. “My family…I don’t even know if they are alive…this group…I have no where else to go, no way of living by myself. I’m here because I have no other choice.” It was a fact. ◢
He was no Sinbad with words, hell, he was barely anything with words. Much better at pissing people off or saying the wrong thing than inspiring or comforting. Ja’far never had a reason for kindness before all of this, but--
“If you let it, until you find them, this group makes a very nice substitute family.” he muttered, sighing softly. “No one is keeping you here, after all, the moment you feel there is something better you are free to leave. But know until you do that we do care about you and your safety.” or, he did anyways, as odd as it was. Maybe it was the other’s age, as much as he would deny it, he always had a protective streak for children. “When you do have choices, I just hope you remember that.”
❝Is this what you wanted?❞
Nimble fingers tighten in uncertainty under the heaviness in his voice—weighing his morale with a gaze that never fell short of terrifying. With how long he had stayed here, despite all attempts to escape, run off, and never be seen again, the answer should’ve been clear as day for the prince to answer.
He never knew how to approach the question, or even acknowledge it when he’d been asked—the reaction to an answer he’d never think of being too scary to even imagine. What if he said the wrong thing?
Shifting his stance against trembling legs, Sharrkan kept his eyes floating toward the ground; sword clutched tight in hands that shook amongst all odds.
“I wanted to become strong…for my brother, and my country. T-This…is what I want, so…if it’s not too much trouble…I’d like to battle you.”
The prince is surveyed with a cold expression-- unimpressed green eyes scanning over the other, almost as if trying to find the weakness upon his body instead of from where it likely actually was.
He wanted to instill that feeling of doubt within him, though. He still yet did not see anything within the exiled child that wrought benefit to anyone besides Sharrkan himself. He was talented, of course he was, but it seemed all he wished to do was leave. Though, considering, Ja’far really wished the boy would just learn his lesson.
He does not even draw his own weapon, just looks between the other’s face and the sword, seemingly unimpressed. On the contrary, the determination brings a small smirk to his face, which he covers with a cant of his head, feigning surprise, almost mockingly so.
“If that’s seriously what you want. I suppose I have no choice.” he began, losing the harshness of his tone, even if just a little. He did not respect a lot about Sharrkan, but he could respect his drive. “Alright then-- what are you waiting for?”
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“Are you okay...?’
That was... interesting to watch. The male stared at the female with what was probably a mix between surprise and concern.