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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 16, 2016 3:38:50 GMT
Afteristening to her complaints of misery about the woes of being the only magic user that was obviously the most sophisticated with her wisdom and temper, Levi grunted, "Tch, try keeping your mouth shut, I hear it works well." After another moment, the captain carried on down the hall, hearing more nagging from the astray caster, all the while thinking to himself that she was probably the biggest idiot and crybaby that ever set her dainty, itching foot into the Survey Corps base.
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Post by duchannes on Feb 16, 2016 4:04:35 GMT
"Buh—" She whined, about to speak, but he was already continuing to walk down the hall, and she was trying to keep up after him while mumbling about other things. "How can I physically do that?" Sarafine asked, half to Levi, half to herself. "I'm not casting a Silentium on myself!" Perhaps she was just whining, or actually took his quip literally, either way still muttering on about it. "Where are you going? Why? Why do you have to walk away? Why can't we talk?!" ( SARAFINE PLSSS )
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 16, 2016 22:40:40 GMT
Glancing over his shoulder, Levi paused in his tracks again. The blundering simpleton was rampaging down the hall, calling his name and demanding that they converse. My God, what the hell is her problem? PMS? Ugh, I hope she doesn't want to talk about that. "Stop spazzing out. What is it that you need to talk to me about?" the captain grumbled, wishing that she could stop showing her stupidity; it was quite obvious now that she had started to freak out.
(heehee)
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Post by duchannes on Feb 16, 2016 23:50:03 GMT
"Hey, I'm not spazzing out at all," She growled, stopping on her heel and crossing her arms. "I don't need to talk to you about anything. I just insist we should, because it's not healthy to be a," She coughed, "Shut out. Like some people here." Trying to indicate it was him, her gaze awkwardly turned around the hall for a brief moment, then back to him. "Now, that's my reason why we should talk."
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 0:01:03 GMT
"Tch, I'm not a shut out, I'm just trying to maintain my sanity," he said, gathering his left hand in a small fist out of annoyance. "And I asked for what you wanted to talk about, not the reason, brat." He saw her restlessness, and asked once more in an irritated tone, "What do you want to talk about?"
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Post by duchannes on Feb 17, 2016 0:28:08 GMT
"Uh.. I didn't think about that, but.." Sarafine shrugged. "..But now that you brought it up, yeah, sure let's just talk," And without letting him get a word in to complain, she opened her mouth to speak again. Sarafine could try to engage in a conversation with him without insulting him, it would take a whole lot of self control, but she could attempt it .. somehow. Sarafine grinned; mostly to herself at this point, though, and brought up the same topic as she earlier whined about. "Where were you going? I just want to know some mortal past-times."
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 0:58:30 GMT
"I'm going to my room," he answered gruffly, "to read, maybe something else." Knowing the woman would follow him to his quarters, Levi said nothing when she did just that. After (finally) reaching his room, he picked a particularly thick tome off of his shelf and leaned down in his red armchair and opened up to page one. It was a novel about an painter who lived in a town that lived next to a million acre forest that (told through legend) held an evil sorceress that demanded sacrifices of lost hikers or hunters out in the woods every thousand years, and the painter boy was the protagonist.
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Post by duchannes on Feb 17, 2016 1:07:05 GMT
"Sounds like great fun." Sarafine mumbled, after following after him without any of his input. Narrowing her eyes at his book choice, she leaned against the wall and watched him read, her golden eyes almost narrowing in just pure boredom. "Uh, hello? I'm right here, you know." The Cataclyst tapped a single boot on the floor lightly, impatiently waiting for him to look up or respond. Trying again, in a brash tone, "Hello, dunce, read outloud! I want to understand these weird books you all read too, you know." She huffed, and muttered something under her breath along the lines of 'reading these odd books are a waste of time, if you ask me.'
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 2:33:28 GMT
Levi glared at her from atop his book, and narrowed his eyes. What an idiot, she wants me to read to her like she's a kid or something, he thought, turning the pages back to the beginning from where he had left off (which was on page 3, by the way). And from the genesis of the novel he read, albeit in annoyance, though his voice calmed like it had never before to someone, because he had not been focusing on that one person, but instead upon the story told from a 3rd person point of view.
"With a flick of his wrist, Baldewin Hertz, a young apprentice-boy of nearly 17 who lived in south Germany in the Renaissance finished yet another painting inspired by the time of day. The magnificent colors in the sky were made every night as if painted by God himself. The brush strokes on the canvas were not nearly as perfect and brilliant as the sky itself, but for being made with oil paint, it made the landscape all the better. The masterpiece he had wrought from his own hands and feet was of when the sun was in the very middle, and it was just peeking over the tops of valleys and with the mountains in the background. In the foreground was the million-acre forest, where there were glimmering pine needles delicately brushed over on every treetop.
The boy leaned back with a heavy sigh in his chair and took his right carpus in hand and massaged it thoroughly, kneading his fingers through and twisting it left and right to get the knots out of his sore arm. Once all of the abrading was completed and his arm relieved, Baldewin stretched his back out and set his paintbrush down on the pallet to his left on the side table, where he then took a candlestick in hand and get up, dusting off his tunic with his free palm. He took the air and traveled to the room next door, where there was a rather large portrait of a lord and lady being made by Baldewin's master, Ebner Kunstler. The man had a fierce personality, but was the best artisan the town had ever known.
"Herr Kunstler, sir? I am finished. Would you like to see my work?" the boy asked with a quiver of his foot; his master was one to startle easily, so he had said this with every amount of gentleness he could muster. Unfortunate to Baldewin, Mister Kunstler jumped, nearly falling off his stepladder, for the man was quite short for his age (which was somewhere past fifty). "Oi! Watch it boy, or you'll have to pay for this," he grumbled, carefully stepping off of the step-stool and setting down his tools on the ground behind the large craft. The short man followed his apprentice into his minute studio (though the master's was just slightly larger, if not the same exact size).
With a sigh, Mister Kunstler entered the room, "Alright what d'we have here..." He examined Baldewin's piece, inspecting every detail of the bit of heaven.
"It is quite good, but you should add some more texture to the mountains all the way in the back, just a little," he said, making his point seen by scrunching his index and thumb together. He then waddled out of the room to resume his session with his own painting. Baldewin bid his master farewell for the night, as his bed was in the same vicinity as his supplies. He worked throughout the night on the rest of what his master suggested, and added in great detail some more texture to the high flying turrets of rock, but adding even more to the sun and trees, and even to the little stream below that parted the wood in two and led to a small village, which was his own..."
After reading on and on for almost an hour or two, Levi looked up from reading after passing a few chapters' marks. He sighed, placing in the bookmark in place and setting the volume on his side table, and he put his feet up there as well. He briefly thought about doing something else, but upon taking a swift glance at the clock on the wall, he saw that he had no time to do much else until after eating.
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Post by duchannes on Feb 17, 2016 2:45:23 GMT
Something passed through her eyes while he spoke. Recognition. Though, the emotion faded as she opened her mouth to speak. "Wow. Interesting, but really odd at the same time. May I ask why you are willing to read something so, well, pointless? What's the point if you didn't learn anything, it's just a random story." Sarafine said, willing her critiques all out at once, but she wasn't exactly done. "I have figured out this at least, what mortals do in there not so exciting free time. But thank's for sharing." Shrugging, Sarafine leaned against the wall more, as if about to say even more about the book. She had enjoyed it a bit; which was odd, like something sparked from before her Claiming, but besides that, had no information she would ever use again in her life from that book.
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 2:55:25 GMT
"Whatever," he muttered. "You can either starve or come with me. I'd rather you just stay." With that, Levi proceeded to exit his bedroom and not even hold the door for the sorceress. He walked down the hall, the heels of his boots hitting the wooden-clad flooring with a thud, thud. He made no move to glance behind him, either, but didn't walk too fast; it would have been amusing if she were to just stay in his room. One thing that Levi had realized about the witch was that she was very clingy; probably the product of being neglected as a child or having no one around for a while; she was lonely.
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Post by duchannes on Feb 17, 2016 3:13:20 GMT
"Huh. Fine." Sarafine said, opening the door, and slowly beginning to trail after him, but not approach him. It had been perhaps too long of a time since she'd been in the Tunnels - a feeling she did not like very much, because she knew the routes so well, and enjoyed her Study. She didn't say much the walk down, mostly just kept to herself in her thoughts and slowly began forgetting where she was even walking to, until the point whereas she finally snapped herself back into reality.
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 4:24:47 GMT
As soon as Levi arrived at the mess hall on the bottom floor, he transitioned to his squad's table, the gathering of which was joined by Hanji and Erwin. With a grumbling belly and the hangover long forgotten, he dug into some bread and a bowl of potato soup. He was eventually joined by the caster, who took a haughty seat to his left.
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Post by duchannes on Feb 17, 2016 21:11:37 GMT
Sarafine sat down, not even bothering to converse with anyone at all - and instead, keep to herself. Though Sarafine began thinking, more often than less now. And in the time that she did spend here, she'd kept mostly to herself anyways. One other person whose company she didn't mind, surprisingly, was Levi. She'd never thought she'd see herself on friendly terms with a Mortal...but then, Levi was a bit different than most Mortals. Titan killing abilities aside, he was far more...tolerant of the unusual than most humans seemed to be. And beyond that, even, Levi managed not to be nearly as judgmental as the Duchannes clan was. Despite the fact that he hadn't seen Sarafine at her Darkest, he seemed to at least faintly trust her now. All things considered, his company was far preferable to that of the other people who happened to reside here, such as Hanji, whom she wasn't on the best terms with at all, even more so with her ancient Dark Caster blade stolen.
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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 17, 2016 22:02:48 GMT
He quickly finished his small dinner, which seemed to be even smaller the ration the night before. As with every meal, he sipped a cup of black tea, holding it by the top of the cup and not the tiny handle attached to the side of the cup. He had started to do that when he was a young boy, still living in the slums of Stohess with his mother, who made money as a prostitute. She had bought him a tea set one December morning for his birthday, which was the 25th. Within only a day or two of owning the set of cups, young Levi had broken the handle off of one of the teacups while merely holding it. With the action growing into a habit, he had done it his whole life, for he enjoyed tea very much. The thought of opening a tea shop had not failed to cross his mind while in the Underground, but he decided not to because of the constant use of the three-dimensional maneuver gear. Though, he had a small collection of tea leaves that slowly grew, which he kept in a little tin box in his chest that he kept his clothing in.
Glancing towards Sarafine, who was unusually quiet, he thought of how she actually stayed silent during the reading of the book and at dinner. How courteous, she actually listened for once, he thought to himself. With the caffeine of the tea starting to take its effect on him, Levi leaned back in his chair and deposited the empty teacup on the wooden table. He was itching to do something, but didn't want to read or work in his office. There was always the option of cleaning, but there was nothing to clean, since the soldiers had cleaned the entire castle spotless, lest a few tiny spots that slackers had missed. Levi dismissed that idea, another much better one popping into his head. But that would cause someone to hear it and seek me out, he reasoned. Well... I haven't done it in a long time, I might as well brush up on it.
(tickled ivories *hint hint*)
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