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Mar 28, 2019 20:56:04 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 28, 2019 20:56:04 GMT
I WON'T PLAY YOUI WON'T FACE YOUR FATE AGAIN. He laughed at her, well that was to be expected. Her feelings were not hurt or anything by it but it did make it clear that he was in fact telling a joke. It was so hard to tell with certain people, even less when they would use sarcasm. She disliked sarcasm the most out of all forms of communication. Why could people not just say what was on their mind or at least make it clear what they were trying to say. She didn't care if it was a truth or a lie, just as long as it made sense and they were clear about it instead of doing riddles or jokes about it. They were in agreement about not having children just yet and if she was honest she didn't think Arnauld to type to even want kids. What would he get out of having children anyways?
She didn't say any of that, she felt like it would be rude. So instead she just gave a simple nod as she took another bite of her salad, practically done with it at this point. It was not a very big salad and perhaps her bites were big. It was not like she was using her most fine dinning eating skills, there was no need. Not that she was eating like a slob, but she was taking mouthfuls. Hearing that she was just a good little solider caused her to freeze for a moment and almost fall even more silent then she already was. She liked to think she was a good little solider, she tried to be, but it had not always been easy the moment she had started going to Bellefonte.
Just the words brought back pain with them, pain associated with memories of being punished when she had not been a good little solider. It was weird given she never had a flash of the past like that, well memories yes but not to the point that she felt like she was reliving that pain. Weird. "Yes...I'm a good solider." Roxana replied in a very monotone and almost robot voice, ready to receive orders. It seems the man she owed a debt to didn't really fancy being called what he was, perhaps he felt like he didn't just interact with everyone to use but Rox had no way of knowing. She could only go off of what she observed in that moment with him there and now. Yet she was tired of questions, tired of talking and wanted him to do a bit more talking and answer some questions, granted she didn't really have any in mind.
He answered his own question he asked her and it caused Rox to raise a brow at hearing that he didn't go to any mutant school. "Never? Was that by choice or..." Rox asked, figuring everyone had to have gone to at least one of the school. Save for the really young mutants but he was not that young, was her? He gave her permission to ask questions but that basically he might not answer them. What questions did she have? There was one that really came to mind. "That night...the night you helped me out...why? Did you somehow know that I could be useful to you?" Rox asked. That was what she really wanted to know, why would he help her.
What did he even remember of that night she was powerless and came across a group of people that even with her skill she had struggled with.
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Mar 30, 2019 15:23:52 GMT
Post by Arnaud Colbert on Mar 30, 2019 15:23:52 GMT
Arnaud was not the kind to use sarcasm, at least he didn't feel like he did. He enjoyed teasing but there was something with sarcasm that was annoying. It was in the tone. Arnaud always felt like people being sarcastic had something snobby in their tone. Or maybe it was irony. He wouldn't be able to explain the difference between the two anyway. He didn't think Roxana was the kind to use sarcasm either. She restrained her emotions too much for it to properly work, he thought. He was glad they moved on from children. There was a limite how much he could talk of this topic, knowing how little it interested him. He was not saying he didn't want kids, just that he couldn't care less about those for now. He was merely twenty, he had every reason to want to live and experiment first. Anyway, he would go crazy if he had to raise a kid by himself and he was not seeing himself in a steady relationship right now, so that closed the matter. Arnaud started at her. There was something in her tone, almost robotic. It was deprived of any emotion, empty. This truck him as odd and for a moment worried he went too far and that she would go away or clam up. He didn't know her enough to tell what emotion would bring her to talk more but he doubted that was it. He realised how close she was from finishing her meal. That was not good. She made no fuss at answering his questions that he let his guard down and now the meal would be done soon. He only ate about half of his meal, and there was still the dessert, but he forgot about drinks and the other parts of his plan. He should have been more careful instead of poking fun at her and asking stuff he didn't care too much about. Could she walk out of the restaurant despite him not being done? He hoped not and thought this was his other chance as she was now the one asking questions. He could take his time answering and this would make him eat less as he'd be busy talking instead. He shrugged as she sounded surprised he never went to Bellefonte or any other school. She must not have guessed his age right. "There was talk to do it but... Let's just say it no longer became possible." She would know what he meant by that. He knew his mother stalled things too but this proved to be a smart move, considering what would have happened otherwise. "Were you there when it fell? I'm sorry I said I would ask no more questions." He chuckled softly, clearly not apologetic at all. If the conversation led him to ask her something again, he would, plain and simple. He didn't know what question he expected from her. He didn't think she found him interesting enough to ask for personal stuff but he still didn't think she'd bring back their first encounter. More, that she demanded why he helped. Did he know she could be useful? "I didn't even know who you were," he pointed out. No, he had no idea he could use her in the future. He didn't think about that when it happened. "It's true that I'm not a fighter, and I guess I can turn a blind eye towards violence, but I walked right in on you all. You saw me, there was no telling whether I'd get caught in it because of this and you looked like the one the most in trouble so they were the threat. Like I said, I'm no fighter, but I have other ways to stop people." There had been nothing special to Roxana that made him want to save her, whether it was because she caught his eye or he wanted to use her. He was not in league with the ones who attacked her and thought a lot of himself in the process. Saving her was just a bonus. MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Roxana Strix on Apr 2, 2019 17:42:22 GMT
I WON'T PLAY YOUI WON'T FACE YOUR FATE AGAIN. He was younger then her, that had to be the only reason he didn't go to any of the mutant schools and possibly whoever was looking after him at the time hid him. It was possibly. Normally the mutant kids would be found no matter what but then the school was attacked and well, not many people were worried about trying to find mutant kids when they were busy trying to keep the school from falling or the students and staff being taken to the camps. "Unfortunate that you never got to go to a place to help you better control your abilities but you might be dead or at the camps if you had gone." Roxana replied, nodding slightly at the thought. He was luck in a way.
Yet, it still was a shame that he never got to experience it, it was helpful and even if you had mutants for parents they could still only teach you so much versus going to a school where there were so many powers to see, go up against, and learn from in order to improve what you were capable of. That how her parents explained it back to her eldest sister when she first came into her powers. It made her think for a moment about the ones that were still free, who was teaching them and the young ones that they found before people like her found them first? Her thoughts were cut off at Arnaulds question, blues eyes actually glaring at him for asking that question.
He had a right to ask that question, many would be curious but it was not something she wanted to talk about. It was weird that she actually felt angry at him for even asking. Not much that others said made her angry unless it was a question of her abilities or an insult to her family. This was just a question and yet she had not been able to keep herself from shooting him a glare. She didn't answer, she would not answer, and the glare was going to have to be sufficient enough of an answer. Instead she went back to eating what remained of her salad and her water before asking her own question. It was a relief in some way to hear that he didn't really know who she was when he had decided to help her back then. His answer didn't really satisfy her.
"So...you mostly just got involved because I saw you and you would have possibly felt guilty about it later?" Rox asked, very confused. Had she been in his shoes she would have helped him, but that was in her nature and she would not want anything back in return. Yet he did, so why help if he didn't think he could get anything out of her. AS for him helping her, she honestly was happy that he did. It was less that she could not handle herself and more so she didn't want to kill any of them. It would have resulted in getting in trouble plus again he saw her as she saw him and it woudl not have looked good if he saw her kill someone with her bare hands.
"Anything else you remember about that night?" Rox asked, looking for something specific. She had a hood on at the type, but he could have still saw that her hair was black then and not practically white like it was now. She needed to know if he had noticed that at all.
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Post by Arnaud Colbert on Apr 3, 2019 14:13:08 GMT
How old was she anyway? He couldn’t say for sure. It was not something that was all that interested to know about people. If he took an interest in a person, for one reason or another, he didn't bother to think what people would think of this when they are together. It was more interesting to hear about the school, really. She said it was unfortunate he didn't get the chance to train there. Perhaps. Would they have been as hard asses as his mother? There might have been a lot more to learn there than simply control his power but that was still something important for him to tell whether or not it had been unfortunate, because if he had to deal with someone as difficult and pushy, he was not sure he would have gotten better there. Then there was the fact that he might have been killed had he attended. “Doesn’t sound like such an unfortunate event in the long run,” he pointed out. He would have been there mere days anyway, it wasn’t like he would have had a chance to learn much. He took average training but alive to a little chance of expanding his universe just to die a few days later. Or be stuck in a place where they could kill him at any moment. Then again, he supposed it could still happen here but at least was he free here, well a little more. Arnaud knew he said he’d let her ask questions a bit for now but still asked his anyway. If he expected to see an emotion on her face, it would have been something akin to pain or regret, something that would make sense if she saw bad things or had lost someone during that time. He didn’t expect her to glare at him. He startled, surprise to see anger in her eyes. What could get her so mad about this question? Was she furious that someone like him would ask about what might have been the worst moment of her life? He wouldn’t ask further though to understand, her glare was enough to warn him not to. He dared not apologize but he looked down at his plate for a moment, focusing on his food instead, slowing down only as he remembered that he wanted to keep the meal going. “Guilt? No, I don’t think I would have felt guilty...” he admitted. He could have just walked away without thinking much of it, even if there was to be an news article later about this. This sounded incredibly cold-hearted however, so he felt the need to justify himself. “It’s not like I knew what was going on between you. I just thought that if they beat you down or worse, I could be next for just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. You were alone, they weren’t, figured you were the one more in trouble, so I stopped them instead of you.” Had she been the one with the upper hand and about to kill them, he would have calmed her with his power instead in the hope that she wouldn’t try to do the same to him for witnessing it all. From all he saw, he couldn’t say who was winning in that brawl, but if he had to choose the biggest threat, he would assume it was the side with the more people on. She asked if he remembered anything else from that night. “Well... I didn't pay too much attention to their face but I suppose I could always make an effort and recognize them if that’s what you’re talking about,” he said with some hesitation. He actually doubted that he could properly recognize them and maybe it was better that way. He had no idea what they all did to end up fighting her but he preferred not to be associated with it. “You did have darker hair then too,” he dropped as though it meant nothing. He honestly just assumed she dyed them or perhaps it was a wig or something. People just loved changing hair style and color nowadays, he was not going to judge her because she went from black to white. No matter how slowly he chose to eat, he was pretty much done now. “Dessert?” he asked her, hoping she wouldn’t just end the conversation here. MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Roxana Strix on Apr 8, 2019 19:29:13 GMT
I WON'T PLAY YOUI WON'T FACE YOUR FATE AGAIN. "Fair enough." Roxana replied back simply. He dodged a bullet;possibly literally, by not going to one of the mutant schools across the world. She still saw that they had their benefit, which was why when they started taking them over well it did catch her by surprise. Rox could understand wanting to have control over the schools but not outright destroying them. It seemed like a waste when you could re-purpose the school to make super soldiers in a way. It was still not too late for things to turn around and go in that direction, she honestly didn't know what the plan was. It was not her place to ask; she had, and that was the reply she was given so she remained a good solider and just did whatever was told. A small part of her felt bad at glaring at him like that, to see his reaction as a result made her feel like she should have apologize.
She would not, at least not now. She was still angry but now the anger was morphing into anger towards herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. That rarely happened, especially just pure anger like that. That kind of anger only really came out once in a blue moon and normally someone would die or get hurt as a result. Thankfully this was just a glare and Arnaud understood and went no further on the subject. Perhaps another time she woudl talk about it, perhaps not. Time would tell. His response to not having felt guilt was indeed cold-hearted but a part of Roxana could relate. She listened to his reasoning why he helped her and it made since, go against the larger group because it would appear that they had the advantage. They did in a way, but Rox still didn't feel fully satisfied for the answer.
Was it just one good deed or to save his own skin someway. No one did something for nothing, but she would not keep asking too many questions on the matter. He had saved her, she owed him, and she would pay him back. She still asked if he remembered something else, anything of importance. She would almost breath a sigh of relief, if only on the inside at hearing him talk about not remembering too many details. She didn't care about finding the people so there was no need to have Arnaud remember what they looked like. Rox was satisfied now, at least she was until he mentioned that she had darker hair. The made tense up once more but on the outside she remained neutral for a moment. The way he said it made it seem like he didn't think that it was a big deal.
Did she even have to say anything about it. If he didn't think it was a big deal then she was safe from him putting it together on why someone like her would need his help. He didn't even know her power so she supposed she was worried about him having a higher level of leverage over her for nothing. Dessert? "I could get something to go." Rox replied, picking up the little menu of the desserts that was already on the table. She had nothing else to ask and she didn't know if Arnaud did but she assumed he was ready to go.
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Apr 13, 2019 15:04:39 GMT
Post by Arnaud Colbert on Apr 13, 2019 15:04:39 GMT
How useful were the schools for mutants? Arnaud would never know. The only clear advantage he could have seen in those was to be out of his mother's control for a change, but he was also used to it by now and would even sometimes look for someone to replace her in that regard. She had not been the best of teachers, she lacked the patience for that sort of thing but he still learned how to control his power. Sort of. Besides, he didn't want to cry over something he never had to begin with. There were far too many things to do for him to dwell on that. Arnaud knew he could sound conceited and cold-hearted. He didn't save her because he saw her in trouble. He believed most people would simply have walked away, ignoring what happened in fear of being caught in this themselves. People may have a desire to help but not at the expense of their own safety. He could have called the cops, but chances were they would have arrived to a crime scene instead. Plus eye contact got him involved into this. If he could have seen them, they saw him too, and he wanted no trouble. He wondered if she found them back after that night. He had not been found by them, so maybe they either ignored him or she got to them first. With her job, he could guess where they landed. It was his guess at least. He really didn't care about the fact her hair was different back then. She didn't tell him much about her job but even if it was not for it, people could dye their hair so easily that he had no reason to believe it was anything else than that. He saw people sporting weirder color than the near-white she now had. He was more disappointed in hearing she wanted to go already. He did consider using his power, see if he could not convince her to stay a while longer, but he wanted to make an ally of her and understood that this move could hurt him later. He needed to establish trust and that meant not going too far, even if that frustrated him. So, after hesitating for a moment, he abdicated. "Fine. I heard their tiramisu was the best," he said as she was looking at the dessert menu. Apparently, she asked all she wated to know about and didn't care if he wanted to learn more. He'll have to find another reason to get her out of the camps and talk to him. And make sure she wouldn't save his ass in the meantime to keep the debt going. Too bad he canot collect interest in that kind of debt too... MADE BY ★MEULK
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