A new Face (Sol,Kanix)

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"You act as if that's a bad thing," Kanix Laspor interrupted Sol's musing from where she sat at one of the stone tables. "Would you rather have members that are loyal to the guild or ones that are merely for the use of being killed in war?" Lives were not expendable things, they were meant to be treated with care, so they could be sent to the afterlife sweetly. Yes, lives were short, inconvenient, and a variety of other things that made them somewhat unimportant, but that was beside the point. "Lives are things not to be mingled with; you get placed in Underworld if you wasted your life away, or the Upperworld if you prove to be godly. Godly in the sense that you are good and behave well, and treat all things as beings of the world you live in. So, I guess in a sense, we're all going to Hell." The blind shaman smiled, her hands cupped around a glass and her sightless gaze staring at it. "A merciless warrior you must be. The master must be proud."

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"I can feel your eyes on me; I don't need my own to see that," she stated, lifting her blind gaze to stare at Sol. Men and their staring, it disgusted her, but at the same time, she didn't mind being stared at as long as it had nothing to do with her blindness. "But you are also correct in your own words. . . a guild should only have the strongest within it if it expects to be strong, itself. I suppose that isn't all that bad, but people are still people, let's try not to treat them like cannon fodder just yet. After all, you had to have been weak, yourself, when you first joined Basilisk Fang or am I completely incorrect?"

Kanix reached forward to place the tips of her fingers on Sol's hand, grinning mildly at the man who had just placed his cup back down. "I already knew that about you," she responded to his saying he was a demon; the presence of his mage told her that. The fourth wall liked to tell her some things as well, but it wasn't like she really needed to know that kind of stuff. It just happened from time to time because of her lineage; her curse to be able to know things most didn't know. Then she would sigh and pat his hand before pulling her own away and placing it back around her stone cup. It came as a surprise to her that he wanted to "paint the walls red with blood", but at the same time, she expected that from him. "Hm. . . I suppose if it makes Her Majesty all the more prouder, it shouldn't be too bad. . . can't say for myself though."

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A soft chuckle escaped her throat at his statement; that wasn't the first time she had heard some man she barely knew call her beautiful. She supposed that must have been a curse, to always hear those words despite not finding her own self pretty. "Don't be getting ideas in your head now," she teased him, a smile appearing on her face for a second time that day. Kanix was flattered by the compliment, she always would be when someone mentioned even a snippet of her appearance. It wasn't like she tried to look pretty, so she guessed it was a good thing to just look naturally beautiful to some.

Her lips pursed into a thin line when Sol stated that he had worked and trained to get where he was now. Did he not think that the new members, the "canon fodder" in his terms, were not working hard as well?

She kept her mouth shut though and focused on what he was saying next, her facial expression relaxing again. "Savage Skull. . . but we're put on the map, too, you know; doesn't matter if we're silent or not, the legal guilds know we exist. I bet you, the next guild master meeting they hold, they'll discuss us and every other dark guild that poses a threat to them. We're the most dangerous because the legal guilds don't exactly knowing what we're doing, just that we're killing." Kanix cleared her throat after the little rant and let her gaze drop back down to the cup resting in her hands.

"How have you been. . ." she hesitated for a moment, her eyes shifting to look back at him and looking him over like she could see him, "Sol."

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To say the least, she had been all right; nothing really bothered her at the time other than her inability to see. That was a story for another time, a story that she likely would never get around to telling anyone now that she thought about it. Her eyes cast sideways from Sol, contemplating what exactly it was that she currently felt at the time. Perhaps she was merely okay, in the sense that nothing was wrong with her health-wise and completely content in nature. She shifted her glossy gaze back to her guild-mate, pursed her lips in thought some more, then parted her lips, breathing in air. Emotions were a difficult thing for her, as she didn't entirely understand their concept or what they truly felt like. For instance, she would never know what "love at first sight" felt like because of the very hindering existence of her sight.

"I suppose in humanistic terms, I'm all right; not hindered by illnesses or emotions I don't understand," the woman stated. She leaned back some, but without a back to the seat she was sitting on, she nearly fell to the floor, though caught herself. Embarrassingly, she cleared her throat and leaned forward instead, resting her head on her right hand, elbow on the table. "A castle? How much did that cost you? I'm guessing a few hundred thousand in jewels with the size being usable for a guild hall," Kanix inquired inquisitively. Knowing him, she expected him to be owning a castle; he was that strong guy that earned the necessary jewels for that kind of luxury. Whereas, she could only dream of having such a status at the rank she was currently at, and the powerlessness she felt. Maybe she felt a little jealousy toward it, but it was far too early for her to tell what exactly she was feeling.

"Heh, I can barely afford an apartment right now. Actually, I don't even have a house yet now that I think about it. I guess, that's my next goal, once I can find some good jobs to do that won't kill me with the magic that I have." She would have to do something about that later, now wasn't the time for her to be complaining about how hard some jobs were. At least, don't complain in front of Sol when he nearly looked at her being at the same level as he was if she had understood that correctly from the atmosphere.

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That's right, the Cursed Lands weren't friendly to anyone, not even mages; it was silly of her to think he had paid something for it. Then again, why was there a castle even out in Cursed Lands in the first place? Someone must have had gotten in somehow. Either way she looked at it, she felt dumb for even asking the amount, when clearly he was quite the traveler. Eventually, she would get to that level; eventually, she would be able to travel all over the place without worry. She placed her face in her hands, sucking in a deep breath. This was the very reason why she relied so heavily on her magic. Heaven forbid she would get any information right, without having to assume the stupidest of things first. Kanix lifted her face from her hands and ran them through her black hair, fixing up the mess that had spilled over her shoulders and chest.

"Right. I shouldn't have even assumed that you had paid something for it when it was out in the Cursed Lands," she chuckled at her own stupidity. "I have to say though, that's quite a unique castle you have there. Servants, minions. . . you don't have to worry about cleaning the place yourself!" Kanix grinned at him, making light of the situation as she pulled her fingers free of her hair and fixed her captain's jacket. With nothing underneath the jacket, she had to keep it so that nothing decided to make an unexpected appearance while she moved. Her fingers froze in place on the button as Sol mentioned allowing her to have a room of her own in his castle.

"I—Are you certain, Sol? Wouldn't it be out of place for me to be living there. . . I mean, I am a woman. People would assume things," she retorted. "I-If I just started living there, I mean!" She felt her face starting to turn red from embarrassment again.

"I would love to take you up on the offer. . . well, not love. . . I—er—yeah, I'd appreciate having a room there for the time being." Kanix heaved a flustered sigh and relaxed a little after going tense from trying to explain herself to Sol. At least, she wouldn't have to worry about sleeping out in the streets or being forced to ask Famine if she could sleep at the guild though. "I am so sorry about that. I don't know what came over me," she whispered, turning her face away and running a hand through her hair. "I promise to follow the condition; I will not touch anything that I shouldn't touch, I won't go where I'm not supposed to."

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Her face went beet red at the suggestion, and she hid her embarrassment in her arms momentarily, then looked back up at Sol. "That's not cool, Sol, don't do that!" she exclaimed, reaching forward to punch him, but her aim was completely off. Instead of hitting him in the arm, she merely toppled onto the table; she grunted at her mistake and lifted herself back up. She shook herself a bit, ran a hand through her hair again, and sat back down, flustered that she couldn't see where exactly he was. "I swear, the moment that I'm able to see you, I'm gonna kick your ass!" She huffed out hair, which caused a strand of hair to flutter upward for a moment before fluttering back down over her face. Not that she would be able to beat him down anyway; he was a lot stronger than she would ever get to be.
Plus, he had far more advantages than just strength, ones she was certain she wouldn't stand well up against.

A low growl emitted from her throat, though it just sounded like a struggle of sound, as if she were trying to speak. "I see," Kanix rumbled, thumping her fingers against the table as she thought over the issue he had presented her. "There is a slight issue with that, though I would be more than willing to follow that order as well. . . However, my guild mark. . . is on my boob." She shrugged, mostly to show she was unapologetic for the issue it caused. "Pity. I suppose I'll have to find something to wear under this then. I don't think it'd be all that appropriate to go topless around the castle all the time."

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"One day, I'm gonna get as strong—no, I'm gonna get stronger than you—so I can beat the crap out of you for all the embarrassing things you make me do," Kanix huffed. She moved a little bit, flicked her jacket back some, and crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from Sol. Not that she would ever get as strong as a slayer; she would just be the one everyone came to for outsider's knowledge. After all, her lineage was traced back to the most ancient of the shamans, the ones who could foresee the future. "No, I know I can't be as a demon slayer. I can dream, but I just can't be; however, I'll be just as vital to you all." Kanix winked at Sol before she stood to her feet, arms still crossed tightly over her chest, preventing the coat from moving. "So, before you know it, I'll be just as strong as you!" She grinned wildly and bent over the table.

"Wear what I want in the castle? Hm. . . I might just take you up on that offer, but you just want to see me naked. By the way, I can tell you're blushing," she whispered to him before straightening back up. "Beside the fact, I think maybe you should show me the castle now. Lingering around here is getting boring for me." Only, there was a slight dilemma in her being shown the way to the castle: she couldn't exactly see the pathway. "It'll be a good challenge for you to try and show a blind person how to get to a castle; what do you think of that?" Being a touchy-feeling person, Kanix would try to place her hand on his and pull him up to a standing position. "So, what do you say, big boy? Care to take a girl like me to your castle?"