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“I mean, y’ain’t physically blockin’ my way. An’ you ain’t tryin’ t’ get me t’ buy something, so y’can’t be that bad.” he was really, truly sick of the Bilgewater peddlers trying to get him to buy the next ‘miracle age-reducing serum’ or ‘wrinkle removing cream’. Pissed him off, and he had come quite close to blowing their market apart. And yet, he hadn’t.
This was a welcome change, someone who just wanted to talk.
“So, if y’ ain’t here t’ kill me ‘er accost me, I got nothin’ better t’ do today. All I remember about ya’ is that y’ want… gold, right? Some creepy sea-god. I don’ believe a word of it, but I’ll humor yer’ ramblin’s. What’s a sea creature doin’ on a Bilgewater pier?”
There were times when Lorelai didn’t quite understand the things that people in the area said and this was... admittedly one of those times. None of the people selling things ever approached her to make that attempt, so the source of that irritant was one she was unfamiliar with. Instead of saying so, the siren merely nodded her head because she at least understood that he’d said she was not bothering him very much. Even if he’d compared it to something she did not fully understand.
Fingers drumming against one of her bare arms, the woman chuckled a little as he brought up not wanting to kill or pick a fight with him. “I do not look to start fights with people without reason. That much, you can be assured of. As for the gold, this only comes into play if you aim to cross the sea like so many others.”
At his final question, her head tilted for a moment before she tilted her head down as if to observe the pier she sat on. “This section is over the water, which is within reason for a creature of the sea, is it not? Surely, you have noticed that I can broach the air now and then by this point in time. Beyond this, I enjoy observing the things I usually cannot.” As she spoke that last part, she gestured around to indicate the happenings on the actual land. “It interests me.”
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A sweaty brow dripped painful beads into Malcolm's eyes, blurring his vision. "You're gonna tell me... right NOW, where th' FUCK I am!" He snapped, left hand adjusting on Destiny's choke, keeping it aimed at the stranger's chest.
“...Ok, sir. Its not polite when pointing weapons at people and demanding things. And I’d be happy to help you out if you need it.” Naruto replied, gently pushing the large barrels from being aimed to his chest. Why the hell was everyone so damn twitchy all the time?
"Uh... Y' dropped something." Malcolm indicated the empty holster, and a slight 'Plop!' Sound of a metallic object hitting the water. //Crossover? Crossover.
Ocelot was dead silent, spurs not even jingling as the wind blew through them.
The color drained from his face.
It wasn’t so much that it was his gun, no- he could get all the revolvers he wanted with the money he had- it was that he felt
so
damn
stupid
for letting something so crucial happen.
What if that man had been an enemy? What if he was? Was he just supposed to leap up and CQC him to the ground?
“Noted.”
He rested his head on the safety bar keeping him out of the sea below.
“Yeah, well, let’s jus’ say we ain’t on th’ best of terms at th’ moment. Besides, I needed t’ ask someone who moves around, who can get in there an’ go without a commitment somewhere else.”
“It’s real important to me. I’m askin’ nicely, Ex… Riven.”
“You’re asking me to go and care for a grave of a person I, realistically, don’t know, and have spoken to perhaps twice. I haven’t even been back to Ionia to honor the fallen comrades I lost in Coeur, and they were in every way more of a family to me, and closer to me than you are.”
Not to mention that I have my own life and goals I need to worry about. My commitment is to them, and to Noxus. I understand your position, but I’m not the person you should ask to carry out this task, Graves.”
“If I were in your place, I would suggest you make amends enough with the forecaster, or even Fate. Asking a stranger to take care of you isn’t how you should end your life. Be the bigger person and seek forgiveness. Don’t run from it even in death.”
“Besides, what have you got to lose?”
"What th' hell're these people on about? Jizzin' ghosts? If you did that you could make a hell of a lot of money sellin' your body t' science... or to Kalista."
“Not you too.”
"Exile. I have a small favor t' ask."
“A favor for you? Why don’t you ask Fate? I heard you and he are apparently friends again. What would an outlaw like you need with me?”
Soul
“Loud...like a gun shot beside your ear and yet at the same time it feels like the bullet fired will never hit. Tired sounds, it’s like you’ve been carrying a weight for far too long.”
