Post by Alex King on Oct 28, 2014 17:00:19 GMT -5
Her soul withdrew at his approach. He wouldn’t exactly describe it as shying away, it seemed more like she was making room for him; there was no resistance, but no retreat either, simply a shifting that left his outreaching soul partially surrounded by hers.
That hadn’t been what he had expected and he wasn’t sure it was what he wanted, but he considered himself rebuffed and withdrew the seeking touch of his soul and returned to the shore as it were.
“Home.”
The breath he had kept held during this experiment was released in a drawn out sigh when he heard the single word. She may not say much but she made her intentions and desires quite well heard; it seemed she was not as interested in continuing this as he was and was simply looking for him to take her home.
“Yeah, yeah. You know for someone so slow you sure are impatient.”
He expected no reply and so didn’t wait for one. Instead he began walking, turning in the direction of the pools exit and heading in that direction. Once on the street he took a moment to orient himself, comparing the address fresh in his mind with the map of the city in his memory. It was a little more out of his way than he had realised, but like he had thought it was still in the same direction he would be travelling anyway to get home.
Once on the right path he allowed his mind to wander to the Weapon on his hand, he still felt her soul and still could hear no response from it, but now he was focused specifically on her form and less on her substance. The leather wrapped around his hand and forearm was not a weapon, it was not even armour being as soft as it was. It was almost like padding and he would have assumed it was a sort of training gear were it not for the stones embedded on the back of his hand; those at least could cause some damage.
Having something wrapped around his hand was a foreign sensation and as he walked he couldn’t help but clench and unclench his fist, trying to get used to the feeling. It made him feel stiff and also a little numb; when he pressed his fingers to his palm the feeling was dulled by the material between and when he bent his wrist the leather resisted and tried to keep his arm straight. It would take some getting used to but it wasn’t a bad feeling; it made him feel stronger actually, there would be less chance of a sprained wrist or skinned knuckles if he wore this during a fight.
Alex hadn’t given much thought to what weapon he would wield he became a Meister. He didn’t want to limit his options by training in a certain weapon, like a sword or a spear, only to find that all Weapons of that type were already partnered. He would either have to wait until the right person came along, or partner with the wrong person and be at a disadvantage.
Instead he decided to not train in any particular form of armed combat, instead focusing on general fighting skills and bare handed fighting with the intention of moulding himself to fighting with whatever kind of weapon his partner ended up being.
That had been the plan at least, but Alex had somewhat fallen for his style of fighting. He was built to be a brawler, raised to be a fighter, and the idea of wielding a sword, spear, hammer or even some form of gun or bow just seemed alien to him now.
This glove… it fit him.
It might not offer much in the form of offense or protection. He could imagine it being difficult fighting a Kishin Egg or even a Witch with just this much. But it suited him, suited his way of fighting and from what he had experienced so far linking with this girl at least in her Weapon form would not be difficult.
He looked up, coming out of the haze of his thoughts to find himself almost at his destination. He wondered how much time he had passed in thought and what he had missed along the way, but whatever it was it was inconsequential. As he approached the front door of the large house he stopped, decision made.
He clenched his hand tight again, holding it closed and turning his attention again to the strange sensation of souls in close alignment. Again he prodded at the other existence with his own, more forceful and insistent this time; he wanted to make sure he had her attention.
“Hey… be my partner.”
That hadn’t been what he had expected and he wasn’t sure it was what he wanted, but he considered himself rebuffed and withdrew the seeking touch of his soul and returned to the shore as it were.
“Home.”
The breath he had kept held during this experiment was released in a drawn out sigh when he heard the single word. She may not say much but she made her intentions and desires quite well heard; it seemed she was not as interested in continuing this as he was and was simply looking for him to take her home.
“Yeah, yeah. You know for someone so slow you sure are impatient.”
He expected no reply and so didn’t wait for one. Instead he began walking, turning in the direction of the pools exit and heading in that direction. Once on the street he took a moment to orient himself, comparing the address fresh in his mind with the map of the city in his memory. It was a little more out of his way than he had realised, but like he had thought it was still in the same direction he would be travelling anyway to get home.
Once on the right path he allowed his mind to wander to the Weapon on his hand, he still felt her soul and still could hear no response from it, but now he was focused specifically on her form and less on her substance. The leather wrapped around his hand and forearm was not a weapon, it was not even armour being as soft as it was. It was almost like padding and he would have assumed it was a sort of training gear were it not for the stones embedded on the back of his hand; those at least could cause some damage.
Having something wrapped around his hand was a foreign sensation and as he walked he couldn’t help but clench and unclench his fist, trying to get used to the feeling. It made him feel stiff and also a little numb; when he pressed his fingers to his palm the feeling was dulled by the material between and when he bent his wrist the leather resisted and tried to keep his arm straight. It would take some getting used to but it wasn’t a bad feeling; it made him feel stronger actually, there would be less chance of a sprained wrist or skinned knuckles if he wore this during a fight.
Alex hadn’t given much thought to what weapon he would wield he became a Meister. He didn’t want to limit his options by training in a certain weapon, like a sword or a spear, only to find that all Weapons of that type were already partnered. He would either have to wait until the right person came along, or partner with the wrong person and be at a disadvantage.
Instead he decided to not train in any particular form of armed combat, instead focusing on general fighting skills and bare handed fighting with the intention of moulding himself to fighting with whatever kind of weapon his partner ended up being.
That had been the plan at least, but Alex had somewhat fallen for his style of fighting. He was built to be a brawler, raised to be a fighter, and the idea of wielding a sword, spear, hammer or even some form of gun or bow just seemed alien to him now.
This glove… it fit him.
It might not offer much in the form of offense or protection. He could imagine it being difficult fighting a Kishin Egg or even a Witch with just this much. But it suited him, suited his way of fighting and from what he had experienced so far linking with this girl at least in her Weapon form would not be difficult.
He looked up, coming out of the haze of his thoughts to find himself almost at his destination. He wondered how much time he had passed in thought and what he had missed along the way, but whatever it was it was inconsequential. As he approached the front door of the large house he stopped, decision made.
He clenched his hand tight again, holding it closed and turning his attention again to the strange sensation of souls in close alignment. Again he prodded at the other existence with his own, more forceful and insistent this time; he wanted to make sure he had her attention.
“Hey… be my partner.”