- Job Details:
Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
Well, life had certainly gotten more interesting as of late. Mercury had quite a bit on her mind, and while a lot of it was pretty intimidating not all of it was as scary as it arguably should have been. She had been quite the busy bee between performing her duties as an ace and member of Silver Wolf, keeping up regular training hours five mornings a day with Vandrad -- as well as piano lessons, slipping into the surprising role of guide and mentor to the young Tsubasa, working out plans to help Vandrad both with connecting with his brother and dealing with the suspicious Patricia Reeves, as well as continuing the work for her own mission. Mercury had so much work to do that she was pretty heavily occupied throughout the day and into the night, passing out earlier than she normally did and waking up in the mornings to get back to the grind. But despite the workload, the lightning speed at which her brain typically operated meant that she was still more than capable of multitasking those things and thinking about the general state of her life so far. And during that time, she’d had to acknowledge one simple, but striking, truth: She really liked Vandrad. And not just in a platonic, “It’s nice to have a real friend” kind of way. Of course Vandrad was certainly her friend, there was no denying that. But ever since he had met up with her at Silver Wolf, Mercury had been having a lot of thoughts that were both exciting and daunting at the same time. He had rushed so quickly to meet her there due to the unwittingly worrisome way that she had worded her message, and eventually admitted that the reason he’d done so was because he’d thought she was going to tell him he’d gotten her pregnant. He hadn’t, of course, and that alone hadn’t really been much of an issue. She had reassured him and let him know it wasn’t a concern he needed to have. But then things had gone a step further, and he’d responded to her attempt to assuage his fears by telling her it really hadn’t been much of a fear at all. In fact, Vandrad had thrown her off entirely by telling her that not only was he not adverse to the idea that she might have been pregnant, but that he would be more than willing to fulfill any desire she had to have children of her own by helping her sire them. Mercury had made it clear to him, if gently, that she did not want children, if only because her lifestyle would not permit it. He had taken the vague explanation and not pressed the matter, and things had gone back to normal pretty quickly. Still, Mercury couldn’t get that conversation out of her head. She had decided a long time ago that she would never bear any child and bring them into the fucked up horror show that was her life. That just wouldn’t be fair to them, and all it would result in was one more life being used and abused, and her heart breaking when her kid would ultimately be taken from her. In the same vein, however, she’d never really thought about whether she actually wanted kids, even in a perfect world. Thinking about those things would just lead her to fantasize about things that would never happen. It was a waste of time. Yet here she was. If somehow, magically things got better… if the Nazru were eliminated and she was set free to live her own life however she wanted to… what would she want? Would it include things she never thought she’d be able to have, like a significant other and a family? Would it even be feasible? Genetically Mercury knew that she could bear children from a human partner -- Xocili were compatible with most humanoid species reproductively. But they were also much longer lived. On Average, humans lived less than one hundred years. That was merely a fraction of Mercury’s lifespan, assuming that something didn’t force her death sooner. Any human like Vandrad would pass away from old age long before she did. Even in a perfect world, would she want to risk attaching her heart to someone that would likely die long before she did? It didn’t matter. Mercury didn’t understand next to anything when it came to matters of the heart, but at this point she couldn’t deny that she was already much more attached to Vandrad than she had realized. More than she should be. As irritable and grouchy and disinterested as he could be at times, she really, truly liked him. These last few months with him had shown her that he was more than he appeared on the surface. He was sharply intelligent, impressively disciplined, and quite the force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. She’d never met anyone as unsettlingly attentive as he was, and despite his often coarse and blunt mannerisms he could be sweet or even downright charming when he wanted to be. After weeks of shoving the weird experiences from Bellum deep down into the recesses of her mind, the memories had come roaring back with a vengeance. The way he’d been so playful with her in Bellum, holding her hand, teaching her new skills, complimenting her with sweet words and even sweeter kisses in a way she’d never been given before… No, there was no denying anymore that she felt something for him. Mercury couldn’t tell him that of course, and maybe he’d figured it out already even before she did. Maybe he even returned the affections, which would explain… well, a lot. But she could never tell him, and he seemed to realize he couldn’t ask. He knew more than enough about her at this point to understand that there was something bigger going on for her that prevented her from having such niceties, even if she wanted them. She couldn’t do that to him, or to herself. If Mercury told him how much she liked him, she would have to explain that she couldn’t do anything about it, which would lead to more questions that she couldn’t answer… And any answers she gave, chances were he would hate her at that point. So Mercury had elected to suffer in silence, contenting herself to just have him as a part of her life and knowing he was there for her, occasionally allowing herself to daydream about what could be if things were different for her. It was bittersweet and probably not good for her, but given how much she’d been deprived of for her whole life she simply didn’t care. She deserved a little happiness right? Even if it was fleeting? Surely they would send someone after her eventually, but it wouldn’t be today. Instead, today she was to spend her time with a new recruit to Silver Wolf. He had recently been brought into the pack, and not a lot was known about him yet but so far the word of mouth from the others in the guild was that he seemed pretty bright and had been expressing an interest in the Scholar department. Since no one had yet gotten the chance to really see him work yet, Mercury figured it was a good time to bring him along on a job to see what he was made of -- and she had just the one in mind. Today, she was dressed down in a dark blue sleeveless shirt that tied up the front, leaving a bit of her belly exposed. A pair of fashionably ripped up and ratty looking denim jeans covered most of her legs, leaving large gaps of her thighs down to knees exposed, with a thick belt to secure the garment around her hips. Her feet were clad in knee high brown leather boots, and as always she was equipped with a number of leather pouches around her hips. Mercy was also safely holstered on her right side. She wore a simple silver necklace with a small pendant on it, and on the middle finger of her left hand was the emerald studded ring that Vandrad had given her, along with a few bangle bracelets on the wrist of that same hand. Making her way through to where she had been informed the new recruit was staying, Mercury found the room in question and knocked on the door, her sensors already confirming that he was in the room. She waited for only a second or two before he answered, opening the door with a curious look to see who was coming to call. “Khelben?” Mercury asked, wanting to make sure she had found the right person. His hazel eyes blinked in surprise as he took in her smirking form. Then, he opened the door a little more so he could lean comfortably on the frame, giving her a confident and charming smile. “For you? Definitely,” he told her. He was much taller than she was, standing at least six feet if not a little higher than that. Dark grey-blue hair adorned his head in short, shaggy locks and there was a well trimmed goatee of the same shade on his chin. Appearing to be in his late thirties or early forties, he had the look of maturity to his features but still seemed quite young. He certainly had quite the fashion sense. A long blue trench coat with darker blue stripes along the hems and white cuffs on the sleeves covered a dark purple striped shirt and a wine red vest with a pristine white lapel. Two leather belts in a light camel color rested crisscross over his hips, and a green scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck beneath the lapels of his vest. He bravely wore a set of white pants beneath the entire ensemble, as well as a matching pair of slick, dark blue dress shoes. All in all, the man was pretty damn good looking, and apparently he felt the same way about her and wasn’t keen on hiding it. Her smirk grew as she gave him another up and down look. “I guess it’s my lucky day,” Mercury said with more than a little flirtation in her tone. Offering him a hand to shake, she told him, “My name is Mercury Arseneault.” Khelben took the offered hand and shook it gently. Without letting the limb go, he casually turned the hand over in his own, holding it loosely so she could easily pull away if she wished but continued to hold it confidently, using the fingers of his freehand to trace it along the skin of her palm and wrist. “Ah yes, you’re the ace of the Scholar branch, right? I’ve heard quite a bit about you, though no one prepared me that you were as pretty as your name.” “Oh, well aren’t you charming?” she purred, more than content to let him continue to draw light little lines along her skin and talk complimentary words to her. “I can already tell you’re going to get me into even more trouble than I normally do.” “From where I’m standing, you don’t seem to mind the idea.” “Hence the trouble.” The two of them smirked at one another. Despite her recent revelation of how much she liked and was attracted to Vandrad, those feelings couldn’t change her base nature. Mercury was a flirt and could never turn a blind eye to a handsome face and charming tongue. However, she also wasn’t one to simply roll over and show her belly over a few pretty words, so after a few seconds she strategically removed her hand from his hold. “I’ve been hearing from the Pack that you’re interested in joining up with the Scholars.” Khelben nodded, slipping his hands inside his pockets even as he continued to lean against the door frame. “Yes, ma’am. I like to study things: where they come from, how they were made, what makes them tick and how they could be improved. I’m a bit of a tinkerer in my free time. Nothing worth talking about, just a few hobbies here and there. If I’m being honest, I tend to get distracted real easily by new things. Can’t make up my mind on what I want to learn.” He grinned at her a bit sheepishly, though not without losing any of the confidence he seemed to have in abundance. Mercury chuckled. “Sounds like you could use a few lessons in discipline,” she told him playfully. “I might have just what you’re looking for.” He raised a curious brow. “Well, don’t keep a man baited with suspense…” “I found a job at a place called Divide Island. There’s a bunch of scientists there digging into the landscape and doing research on the place. Sounds like they unearthed some nasty little critters that are ruining their work and making the area pretty dangerous. Given Silver Wolf’s interest in the world of science, they reached out to us for help with fighting the beasts back and helping them a bit with their research. Since you’re new to the guild and haven’t really gotten the chance to show your stuff yet, it sounded like the perfect excuse to bring you along and see what you’re made of. What do you think?” Khelben reached up a hand and gently stroked the hair on his chin. “A little bit of science and a little bit of swinging my sword, all while spending time in the company of a gorgeous woman such as yourself? Sounds like fun. Alright, count me in, Miss Arseneault. When do we leave?” “Soon as you’re ready to go,” she told him with a smirk. The older man grinned. “Alright, then. Let me just grab my weapon real fast.” He pushed the door open a little more and retreated back inside, leaving the space open for her to get a look at his room. It was pretty bare, with only a few essential things laying about here and there. He didn’t appear to own many belongings. The only thing of note was a giant broadsword that was about as long as he was tall, with intricate blue and gold designs along the pommel and guard, and up the center of the flat of the blade. Strapping it comfortably onto his back, Khelben joined her out in the hallway, locking the door to his room behind them. “After you, miss,” he told her with a charming smile, gesturing for her to take the lead. With a knowing smirk, she led him down the hall and out of the guild building to start the trek toward their destination. |
Serilda Sinclair
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