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(Open) Deceur Catch-All

Who: Zero and You
When: Throughout Deceuer
Where: Out and about in the city
What: Dragon changes, sparring and Quests
Warnings: Implied sexual offer in the second prompt, will update if it becomes more than that.

Becoming the Dragon

[After keeping to herself for so long, even Zero needs to get out a little bit. She regrets it pretty much immediately though, considering the current season.]

Damn cold... It's not as bad as I expected though. Guess I really am some kind of monster now... it's not as bad as the dream yet, but I'm pretty sure that's where it's headed.

[She says that much more casually than anyone probably should. Even in the cold, she's still clad in the same white dress that doesn't leave much to the imagination. But now, it does the service of showing off the appearance of scales over her hips and upper thighs.

Not hidden at all is the draconic arm that's grown in to replace the arm she'd lost. It's only her left arm. It's black with a dark coppery glimmer in the light; twisted and cruel looking. Her claws haven't grown out very far yet-- they're more like pointed nails at this point, but they're stronger then before.]

It's nice to have my left arm back, even if it is this disgusting thing. [...] Mikhail would probably think this thing was "cool".

Letting Off Some Steam

Hi--yaaah!!

[There's a disquiet growing inside of Zero. Four was nowhere to be found. And after she'd been so excited to finally be able to stay with Zero... It was quiet without Four's stupid shit to put up with. So maybe a real small part of Zero missed the needy, clingy girl.

A large nasty looking spear pierces the air as she shoves the thought from her mind.]

I came out here to get rid of those thoughts. There's absolutely nothing to gain from thinking about this shit.

[There are several weapons at her disposal-- a sword, a gauntlet and a chakram. She'll change it up based on your preference. She doesn't care. She just wants to fight and forget everything else for a little while.]

Hey. You. Feel like letting off some steam with me? If you win, I'll let you do whatever you want to me.

[She wants a real fight. If she loses-- so be it. That's a form of distraction too.]

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[Here he was, a grandpa just minding his own business, when he sees some scantily glad girl shivering out in the cold. Dragon or not, the first thing he does is hurry over. Granted, he doesn't look much more sane-- he's wearing gladiator sandals beneath these robes-- but that isn't going to stop him from dispensing charity.]

Are you all right? [He found a half-clothed woman in the cold so obviously this is a Situation. Heedless of the danger, he offers his human hand for her to take while the crystal one stays wrapped about his staff.] 'Tis no weather to be about in a chemise. I live very close, and we have a fire going; mayhap I can find you a coat.

[Nicest looking grandpa she's had take notice of her before, weird fashion choices and freaky crystal hand aside. Not the first, just. The nicest looking one she's attracted yet. That aside, she certainly didn't expect that to be his angle. She looks at his hand for a long moment, eyebrows raised.]

First time a man's tried to dress me up.

[Putting them on her instead of taking them off is entirely backwards. So he has to want something. Until she figures that out, she'll just have to be wary of this one.]

If you just wanted me to follow you home, you didn't need to try so hard. I'll go with you. But I'm not going to hold your hand.

[.............off to a GREAT START.]

[He has a clueless smile on his face.]

Pardon?

[Did he hear that right? And then she says something about taking her home and he's just. So confused at how... aggressive she is, and also just a touch oblivious, so the fact she's basically talking about propositioning goes so far over his head that he might as well be a lalafell.]

Fair enough. [He smiles pleasantly and pulls his hand back, not offended by the prickliness at least. He gestures down the road with a flourish.] It is just a few houses down this way.

Have you been here long?

[He's better off not knowing probably. Fortunately she's okay with letting that much slide. For now.]

I guess it's been a while now. Two months maybe?

[Either this guy is really good at playing the game or he's a total idiot. Whichever it is, she's not afraid to figure it out. He listens well enough anyway and that's a decent enough start.]

Do you always go out picking up strangers?

[Since he's asking questions, her own should be fair game. They've never met-- or at least she's fairly sure of that. She can't imagine what else he'd think to get out of her at a glance. There has to be something.]

'Tis the same for me, though I cannot recall every single face who appeared in the mirror room beside me.

[He's a great listener, actually, unless that person is telling him what to do. Her question earns a pause as she's using vernacular that he doesn't... normally hear.]

Ah--

[And he takes another moment to deal with the embarrassment that comes with that.]

My-- my apologies. It certainly does seem that way, doesn't it? Pray forgive my indiscretion; I meant no impropriety, merely to help someone shivering practically on my doorstep. I live with others who are... beast-touched, and they are also not keen on the cold, so I thought... Ahem.

[Though his eyes are hidden, his crystal-scarred cheeks are rather pink and not just from the cold.]

If you are uncomfortable with the prospect-- in which case I cannot blame you-- then you need not come inside. I will deliver you the coat and you may be on your way. I should thank you for entertaining the company of this old man regardless.

[... says the man with a baby face and button nose.]

[Zero has met many different people-- but at their core, they were always the same. They were more interested in themselves than anyone else. And why shouldn't they? That's how the way worked. And she had no place in it.

But that was her world, and this one was... proving to be quite different.

A voice that she hasn't paid any mind to in a long time wonders if maybe, in this world, there is a place for her. But it's quickly pushed aside as the silly, pointless kind of thinking it is.]

...you're pretty weird, you know that?

[For all she stares at him and tries to read his actions, she cannot see what his angle is. What could he possibly think he was gaining? She can't help but feel like she's making a mistake-- underestimating him when she shouldn't-- however, the look on his face... she can't say that it's fake.]

It's fine. I never said I had a problem going with you.

[No matter what he intended, it wasn't like she ever cared about avoiding any particular types. Especially if those cute looks were what passed for that of an "old man" in his world. Not bad.]

I'm used to the cold. Don't like it, but-- you have to get used to some shit if you're gonna survive. There's only one person I've ever been able to rely on, and that's me. Everyone has their own problems and I've got mine. [...] Had them anyway. Not much for a dead girl to worry about.

[It's been a while since she talked this much. She doesn't know why she's even bothering. Maybe she did want someone to listen. Maybe she thought he would. It's not like it mattered much anyway-- they're just the words of a girl who's story ended a while ago.]

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[He smiles halfway and shrugs helplessly at that accusation.] It comes with the territory, I am afraid. One does not look as I do without being 'pretty weird.'

[At least he has a sense of humor about it.

He glances over her attire again with some concern.]

Though you might be used to the cold, cold does not discriminate... It will gladly nibble at your toes.

[As for the rest-- he isn't sure what to say, and he fidgets a little with his robes as he thinks. Emet-Selch showed up when he shouldn't have, so a girl saying she's dead... It's believable.

It's also tragic.]

Mayhap this is not my place, yet I must say something. If this is the only time you have, should you not be kinder to yourself?

[They're coming up on his street now. The house he looks toward is medium sized, very inviting with its pleasant brick Victorian facade and the myriad of colorful roses and flowers in the front. There's also the smell of a fire burning in the hearth, but that's not uncommon in the winter.]

Ah! We're here.

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[Randy was seeking out Zero for purely innocuous reasons, but once he sees her fighting, he changes his mind. He might be a debacherous cop with a strong love of gambling and booze, but even he possesses some form of emotional awareness. It’s clear Zero is upset about something, and she needs to let it out.]

[...Or maybe she’s just crazy. Could be both.]

Sure, why not? You’ve got better moves than I expected.

[He takes out his halberd. He might have access to magic here, but some things never change.]

You can use whatever you want. I’ll be using this baby.

That's a pretty nice weapon you've got there.

[It's got a wicked looking streak and a unique style. Can't deny she's interested in seeing what he's got to offer. She can tell by the way he holds that thing that he's no slouch. He's comfortable with it.

She can't play it easy with this one.

Perfect. That's just what she was hoping for. In that case, she'll stick with her sword. While she has a certain amount of confidence with them all, her skill is still greatest with this sword.]

If I win, how about you let me play with it for a little bit?

[For ONCE in her life, that's not a sexual euphemism.]

[ bad thing about deceuer: it’s cold. it’s cold as balls out here and no amount of enchantment or heat could fix it completely for a fire dragon— for eren, specifically. the air he breathed was still undoubtedly icy, despite his limbs, his torso, his entire frame, being fed heat through a crazy amount of wing tattoos, all a dim glow underneath a thick poncho.

his tail is curled close to him, the dragon (far down his transformation) looks blandly apathetic! or, rather, just some delayed reaction time, and when she offers, well, herself, a sleepy part of him gags a little. just a little. he has no weapon on him, all gear and guns were left in one of his spots. all he has are fists and breath, which doesn’t fall short of a good brawl. ]

Alright, [ he says with a pointed snort, that exhales a stream of smoke through his nostrils as he seems to be shuffling his arm wings underneath fabric. ] but I don’t want anything from you.

Suit yourself.

[She's not about to hand-feed someone a treat if they aren't smart enough to take it themselves.

But she is intrigued. If only because he seems to bear the same manner of physical changes she's beginning to see in herself. Shitty fashion aside, he's not bad looking physical specimen. Freaky but hey-- not much room for her to talk anymore.]

Guess that's all the more reason not to go easy on you.

[He may not have a weapon on him but she's not stupid. At her current level, she doesn't stand a chance against him without one.]

[ he likes hard to get, ma'am. she's fine, herself— the thought doesn't fully invade eren's, though. once his arms (wings) are out, the glow from his runes burn bright to keep him warm, tying the ends of the poncho together to maintain them from getting in his way too much. all that's left to do is step forward.

the chill bothers him, and had they been through the later days of december, eren would be sleeping rather than about. if she wanted combat, she was lucky to have run into him now. ]

What do you need to work on? [ his tail, thick and spiked, swishes lightly behind him, while his arms raise. ] Just, [ what did she say, ] steam?

[ they could actually train, or, you know. do the zero do'.]

[As strong as she is, no one would probably ever mistake her for someone that has skill or finesse. She doesn't mind that. It's not like she really wanted to be good at using these things. They're just tools. A means to an end.

Even now. But there are other ways. Ones that could be just as good if not better.]

Nothing special. I'm just feeling pretty frustrated and I want to get it out of my system now.

[She doesn't care how-- she just doesn't want to think about it anymore. And patience isn't something she's good with.]

[ venting your emotions through physical release sounds like something he’d do at fifteen. those were the days. well, without further ado: ]

You don’t have to keep waiting.

[ come at him, sis. ]

[Without any warning, she takes off at top speed; shifting her blade in her hand naturally. Zero hones in on his body and prepares her blade to strike.]

Thanks for the invi-tation!

[As the emphasis hits, so two does her blade. There's no hesitation, no holding back. She doesn't have any concern for if she hurts him. He offered fair and square. So she's going to let loose and do what she's gotta do.]

[ whoever said you can’t come unarmed to a knife fight is wrong. annie taught him better than anyone, reiner served as great test dummy he should be worried about, and coupled with eren’s natural aptitude for close quarters combat, there wasn’t a reason why he couldn’t take this on. it was just a larger knife, practically. longer and larger.

it was no laughing matter, especially when swung.

eren attempts to perry, and any skimming slices would reveal the hardness of his scales. cutting isn’t as easy as human flesh and blood, especially when she’s nowhere near his weak spot (where, if a blade were ever to lacerate, he’d die instantly; such was the nape of a living thing’s neck). if anything, eren aims to catch her off balance, and use his limbs for it: seeming to strike with a sucker punch, aimed into the curve of the cheekbone, while his tail whips at her legs. it’d force her to think, if she had some mind for it— stay close and risk a fall, or fall back.

of course, eren like to feel around for an opponent’s fighting style. was she smart, or trigger happy?

[Zero's style was simple-- she tests out what it is that she's up against with her full strength and nothing less. Just because she doesn't know this guy doesn't mean she's going to insult him by holding back. If he's weak, he dies. If he's strong, then she'll just have to fight even harder. That's just the way she is.

In the process, she's willing to sacrifice herself to push forward. It's reckless, but the way she fights through the pain shows that she's used to getting her ass kicked and still fighting with everything she's got.

She can sense his movement, and she's capable of dodging his tail; but she doesn't fully side-step his punch. Her skin is soft and weak and breaks open against even the slightest brush of those hard scales. Blood flows but she doesn't seem to react at all, finishing out her motion to try to see not only if a little added force could pierce the fully guarded area of his scales. She's not confident, so it's followed rather quickly by a kick to his midsection. She's not going down without trying something.]

[ she’s got more than determination through blows back and forth, he sees. anywhere the thick scales lay, her luck would fall short; it’s the softer spots, with less plates and far more skin manage to slice open. his forearm bleeds with a cut that isn’t too deep, especially where rough scale grows once more, but a misstep on his part has cost him a blow.

two blows, as his tail swings back to him, bracing and tightening his (already rock hard) abdomen to take the blow with a short grunt. the air from his lungs sweep out as impact takes him back, and from his mouth bursts flame. distractions, like how one would throw sand in his opponent’s eye— counting it was more an impromptu decision, felt from her kick and the blow it’d give, rather than thought of. he’d need a second more to get up from his back to his feet again. but just in case! he could manage if she’s on top of him, too. ]

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