Kings Of A Different Kind (Private w/Frenchie.)

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When the yelling started both Ignatius and Corliss shared a look. They were on their feet and hurrying down the halls after the others in an instant, Ignatius apparently unarmed- though it wouldn't be surprising if there were a few blades hidden in that heavy jacket of his- while Corliss took his rapier and cutlass. On arriving, it was to see Finnr stalking away while Nantale walked after him, shouting at his back.

At Nantale's first few sentences, Finnr was unresponsive to the pain in the other's voice; his steady walking did not slow, nor did his expression falter or soften. He knew well what it was like to be alone, to scare people away just by being yourself. His only true friend was Corliss, but at one time even he had kept away from him like he carried the plague. Yes, it bothered him a bit. Yes - although he might not like to admit it to himself- he was lonely. But he didn't whine about it and shout and complain. He still had his back turned to the other, so he couldn't see the tears threatening to spill from Nantale's eyes, but even if he had, at this point he probably still would have spat in his face.

As Nantale went on Finnr scoffed lightly, yet when he began to speak of friendship there was a flicker of something, a shadow of some softer emotion flitting over his face, but it went unseen with his back turned as it was; and then his expression had hardened again. By the time Dar'eme had begun to speak, Finnr had slowed almost to a stop. He was still facing away from Nantale, but he could hear the latter stepping closer to him as he continued to rant and bellow.

Then Nantale had finished, and everything was silent. By then, Finnr's expression was completely blank, unreadable. Finally, he turned to face the smaller thief, but as he did so a flash of silver left his hand in a lightening strike. He had been aiming straight for Nantale's head, but something had made his hand twitch at the last moment; the dagger whistled harmlessly past Nantale's ear and careened off the stone wall behind him with a clatter. His eyes could have been flints of murky ice.

"You seem to have me mistaken for another man, Nantale," He said slowly, speaking the words in a tone so bitterly cold it was a wonder his tongue did not freeze to the roof of his mouth and his lips seal together in a breath of frost, "You paint me as someone you thought as some good, intelligent, saintly man who is helpful and who actually has the qualities in him to make a friend to anybody. You overestimate me. I'm not. I'm a selfish, greedy, hurtful b*stard, and everything I ever did here was not for you but for me! I don't give a d*mn about you other than for your ability to provide what I need, and you're an idiot for ever believing that you could make a friend from somebody like me because I don't have it in me to care about anyone. That is the truth. 'Hurts, doesn't it'?" He sneered the last part, utterly unsympathetic to Nantale's hurt and reinforcing his previous statements.

He took a step towards Nantale now.
"If you had told me from the start, I would still have come with you. I would not have turned you down, or run away scared. But now, how am I to believe that you are still not keeping things from me? Other things, more dangerous? I am not a coward, Nantale, but I am not stupid, and I would rather die on my own terms than fall into another trap, oblivious," He had come to stand face to face with the other, craning down so that they were on eye-level, but now he straightened up and moved to turn away; as he continued this last part, his tone was deathly cold, "And don't you dare threaten me like that. You have no f*cking idea." And then he had disappeared down the corridor.

Corliss had been stood in silence, but after a look from Ignatius he stepped hesitantly forward.
"I'll go find him and try to change his mind, shall I?" He murmured, and then he took off down the hallway after the taller of the two.

Finnr was already half way to the docks when Corliss caught up. The latter did not stop him, but merely walked by his side. Neither said anything for a while. Corliss was the first to break the silence.
"You know, he was speaking the truth," He mumbled, watching the gulls wheel overhead, "About her- his father giving up on him. He's not looking anymore. The search is over." There was another lapse of silence, and then Finnr spoke. His voice was quiet, but still bitter.

"I know," He muttered, "I know he wasn't lying... but he could have told the truth in the first place."

"You haven't," Corliss pointed out, "From what I can tell, you haven't told them even half of what you could."

"That's different. None of that is important, none of it could get anyone killed. They have no right to know." Finnr replied, though when they had finally reached the docks he simply stood there, shoulders slumped. Most of the fight seemed to have gone from him, and now he just looked tired, like all he needed was a good long sleep. Corliss stepped up beside him.

"...Where do you even plan on going? You don't even have a boat, you twat- what are you going to do, swim?" Corliss mocked lightly, a soft smile on his lips as he nudged Finnr teasingly, "I think we both know that that's as likely to happen as a ship sailing through the sky."

"Shut up, Corrie," Finnr muttered, though he snickered quietly and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Then the smile vanished completely, and he looked so completely despondent and sad. His brows furrowed together, and he frowned, eyes dropping to the wooden boards at their feet under which the sea hissed and moaned, "Sh*te..." He mumbled, so quietly his words were almost taken by the waves, giggling lifelessly, "I've gone and f*cked up again, haven't I?" The two stood for a moment, and then Corliss stepped closer and gave him a reassuring hug. Finnr hesitated a few seconds, then returned the gesture.

"You're right- you're a world class f*ck up," Corliss replied, "But all my friends are, and you know what? When it comes down to it, those kinds are always the best." Finnr detached himself from Corliss a moment later, his usual smirk returned to his face, and he tittered.

"Whenever I begin to think you're a right bloody b*stard, you go and turn all soppy. You're too soft and sympathetic, you twat, you make it too hard to hate your guts." Finnr complained, then gave Corliss a hard shove so that the shorter almost toppled off the platform and into the ocean.

"D*mn you," Corliss cursed, steadying himself, then straightened up and brushed himself off, "...So, what now, then? Are we leaving? If so, then I vote that we leave Ignatius- that grumpy git has been nothing but depressing, and it was pure torture stuck in a cave with him for two days." He was joking, of course, and there was something in his tone which said, 'I really think you should stay'. Finnr had noticed that, and turned to look at Corliss for a while. Then he sighed.

"Sh*te, you're right... but what am I supposed to say? He isn't going to take me back now."

Corliss smiled reassuringly, a confident look upon his face.
"Don't worry," He assured him, "I think you still have a chance. I'm sure you'll pull something out of the bag."

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Having left Corliss to himself, Finnr was making his way back up the winding steps, gazing desolately at the rugged rock as he did so, and had figured he was going to have to search through the entire cave for the man he was looking for until, just before disappearing through the entrance, he caught sight of a familiar form far below, way down beneath the turtle's head and wading into the sea. He paused, peered closer, and realised he wasn't going to have to go on such a search after all.

The walk back down was more difficult, the steps which lead to the small beach being much more precarious and overgrown, but he was as agile as a mountain goat on the rocks and managed to pick his way down the rocky cliffs with relative ease. Once his feet reached the rough sand, he stalked unevenly towards the water's edge. He was quiet, not a single word leaving his lips nor even a giggle, as he stopped where the surging water reached it's furthest point up the shore and sat, crossing his long legs and watching the tide's fingers stretch for his boots which were just out of reach. He watched Nantale for a time, who was waist deep in water, though he wasn't really looking at him at all. He was looking somewhere else, into his own mind, into the past.

"My father was a fisherman," He said out of the blue, eyes seeing but unseeing, voice a little hoarse as the words caught in his throat, reluctant to be spoken, but he continued all the same, "My mother was a good woman. I had a sister, and we would help my mother make nets and my father gut the fish. I think I will always remember the smell, because I would go to sleep every night stinking of raw meat and fish guts- not that I minded much. I have so many memories attached to the smell of blood and raw fish.

"My father liked to craft ships, and was often hired for his work. He taught me when he could. I would teach myself when he couldn't. At night, my mother would tell my sister and I stories. About the Gods, about the sea... I don't think I can remember her voice.

"Apparently, I almost died when I was born. I almost died, again, when I was two years old, then again when I was four, and again when I was five. Sh*te, I almost died a lot, I was always a snotty little weakling that caught every illness going. I've almost died a lot since then, but the one I remember the most was when I was nine." His voice began to drain of what little warmth had been in it, a darker, edgier tone creeping into it, one which only came from nightmarish memory.

"I was out fishing with my father. A storm was coming in. I was bringing the nets in... I... got caught i-in the netting. There was something heavy in them, a stone or... something... and it... it pulled me down. I-into the water. I, ah... I c-couldn't..." His jaw clenched, and he drew a slender hand over his face, as though to wipe the images which haunted him from his sight, "...The waves were becoming too strong. They would have- have thrown the boat onto the rocks had he stayed... My father left me... I think I died...

"I remember drowning. I remember the f-feeling of burning water pouring into m-my lungs... I remember how dark it was, and cold, and I remember the currents throwing me against... against the rocks... I-I remember... f*ck," He drew a parched tongue over his dry lips which trembled just a little, and he pinched his eyes tight shut for a moment, sucked in a shaking breath, cursed in a harsh whisper under his breath, "Ah, I r-remember... my ribs cracking, every time I-I hit the rocks.

"And I remember," He narrowed his eyes, as though peering at some obscure image as he tried to discern what it showed, "faces. And hands. Cold, cold, cold hands, over my skin, over my face, my eyes, my mouth.

"The pirate's apparently found me floating in the water a few days later. Thought I was a corpse, like I had every right to be," He straightened up, blinked a few times, cleared his throat, "I cannot tell you how I survived, or much of what happened in those days in between. I-It's all... jumbled... messed up..." He raised a hand to the side of his head, giggling lightly, trailing his fingers over the cropped hair and down towards his ear, his jaw, before it fell limply into his lap once more.

ooc: *Corliss is hiding further up in the rocks, watching*

*eyes tearing up because he's so proud of his bro*

Corliss: I ship it. I dooooo.

DUDE. DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

DON'T YOU DARE.

TAKE THAT MASTERPIECE FROM MY SIGHT, I CAN'T HANDLE IT.

I want to frame that beautiful thing.

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Yeah, that sounds logical- I'd be up for that.

And maybe we can make it more successful this time around XD

ooc: Guilt trip achieved.

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Finnr was still a little lost in his own thoughts, barely registering as Nantale came closer until he was stood by his side, though the other's words brought him back to the present. He shifted uncomfortably, eyes looking anywhere but at the boy by his side. He felt no relief at getting it off his chest, only a lingering sense of dread and foreboding. His insides knotted, and he felt the need to retch, anxiousness clinging to his chest and wrapping around his ribs like a parasite. He realised that he was apprehensive of how Nantale was going to react, and what- if anything- he would say. He also found that he didn't want to know. He squirmed a little, looking like he meant to get up and leave, but Nantale had already begun to speak.

Still, he did not look at Nantale, appearing completely uncomfortable, though a look of mild surprise passed over his face as the other began to apologise. He was even more surprised when he then proceeded to embrace him in his second hug of the day, which was an event in itself. He sat there awkwardly, taken by surprise and unsure how to react. His hands hovered by his sides, half way to returning the gesture, but in the end simply dropping back to his sides again as he waited it out.

"Everyone's so bloody soft today, it's unnatural," Finnr snickered finally, then paused before disentangling himself and getting to his feet, "...But I don't need your pity. I only told you so that we know we can both be straight with one another, and to show that I... respect you. I have respect for you, and I'm trusting you with this so that you will trust me in return... And I'm sorry for being an *rse, I suppose."

ooc: This reply sucks, I need sleep.

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Finnr found himself smiling, and not his usual teasing smirk, but a genuine warm smile. It wasn't there for long, and it was only small, but it was more than could be seen from him for most of the time. As he had at the start- was it really only, what, two days ago?- he found himself thinking on how much he knew he would come to like the man, and how much he did already. It was so rare that he ever thought of someone as a friend so soon, or even the possibility of becoming one, but there was something about Nantale that made him want to earn his trust, and keep it.

He made no more comments, but began to walk back up towards the mouth of the cave, long legs propelling him upwards in large, easy strides. However, he slowed his pace just a little to make sure that Nantale would not be left too far behind, and slowed further when he finally spoke.

"...Out of curiosity, have you ever actually seen that hairy caveman hunting?" He questioned, partly to change the subject and lighten the sombre mood but also out of curiosity, referring- obviously- to Myv. As they walked, he found himself thinking to how fast the day had gone, but also how long; all the events seemed to have gone by in a blur, yet it seemed like years since that fight in the bar with Cullen had taken place. He also realised that he was extraordinarily tired, more so mentally than physically, yet oddly enough he wasn't actually that hungry, considering the fact that he hadn't eaten the whole day other than a small drop in as the sun came up- and, despite the fact that he was so tired, he knew he would never fall asleep. At least, not without several drinks first.

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"I like him," Finnr tittered, arms swinging idly by his sides with a lack for anything useful to do with them, "But he could do with a bloody haircut, and that's not advice I give lightly, heehee!" He raised a lanky hand to ruffle his own dirty hair, walking up the last several steps in three large bounds and two small hops as he turned in a spin on his toes, now on the level area outside the entrance, and sauntered backwards the last few steps as he watched Nantale, cocking his head to the side in a jerking motion; his aura and character had inverted in an instant from it's previous glum and anxious introversion to the present atmosphere of careless fun, like a switch had been flipped, "You know, I don't think you ever told me how it was exactly that you met him. Or the others, for that matter."

He straightened his head, rolled it on his neck as though trying to remove a crick from it, then backed up against the cool rock surface at the entrance and propped the upper portion of his back against it, kicking his legs forward and crossing his arms over his chest as he waited lazily for Nantale to catch up the last couple of steps. The dimming light was making it difficult to discern any small features of the landscape other than obvious objects and outlines, but it was still possible to make out the shapes of the two men outside the cave. Finnr waited until Nantale was there, then waited further for him to enter the cave first- he made a teasing 'after you' gesture with his arm, giggles echoing about the entrance way- before following him in.

Surprisingly, it was now lighter inside than it was without; the fires and wall sconces lit up the space well, though not all were lit and it could have been so much brighter and more vibrant. Again, he was struck with how quiet it was compared to what he was used to and, although it was pleasant in a way, it would take a lot of getting used to. He liked a little loud and crazy once in a while, though he supposed he could always go to the mainland for that.

ooc: Sorry this is so late and short and probably mostly gibberish, I was working all day and then stuff happened and I stared at my bedroom wall for an hour but now I'm here and tired so here's a crappy reply to keep it going 'till tomorrow.
nnn I made so many errors typing this thing up. I read back over it and it was like 'letting Corlidd lift an hand andgently push the knife asage'. How the hell did I get 'asage' from 'aside'?? It's like that time I was trying to type 'what' and wrote 'narwhal'. This was all done on my laptop, with no auto-correct. True story. Sometimes my brain just gives out on me.

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Finnr snickered as Nantale described their first meeting with Myv- though some of the humour was reserved for Nantale's evident irritation at Finnr's long strides- yet as they proceeded inside he stifled the quiet laughter and cast a querying look at the other.

"...Do you ever wonder whether he's telling the truth?" He questioned rather unexpectedly, then added in clarification, "About him being a demi-god?" His eyes remained on Nantale for a time, trying to read his answering expression- until, that was, he almost walked into Corliss, who had stepped out of the shadows from where he had been sat hidden by the entrance of the cave.

Finnr had a dagger pressed to his throat in an instant, but even after realising who it was, the blade still remained there. He scowled, letting Corliss lift a hand and gently push the knife aside.
"I know you're pleased to see me, Finn, but some people might find it offensive if you brandish your dagger at them every time you see them," Corliss mocked, to which Finnr punched him unreservedly in the stomach before proceeding to lurch past; Corliss sputtered a little, trying to maintain his composure while also trying to regain his breath from being winded, before continuing, "I see you two made up?"

ooc: I was thinking that maybe Finnr's heist plan could involve Mornum in some way (as well as some other places) so that it would get the attention of Tale's dad, Finnr's intention being to basically give Tale a chance to metaphorically flip off his dad by stealing from him n'stuff? Obviously the plan is aimed to get a lot of attention, and Nantale would probably wonder why he wants to risk it when Finn was so against his father knowing before, but Finnr's thing is basically- he doesn't like walking into his own grave without knowing he's doing it. As long as he is fully aware of what could happen, and consents to that, he'll gladly go in gunsaxes blazing even if he knows it could get him killed.

Anyway, I was just trying to think of how the heist could go, and have some personal hurdles in the way that could make it more angsty exciting.

Also, this might sound weird, but what kind of animal do you imagine Tale as? (I woke up with the urge to draw them as animals, although it will probably never happen).

Plus, the reason I'm thinking about them so much rn is because I had a dream with them in it. At one point they were going down a hill on a huge sled thing with a bunch of other people, but when they stopped at the bottom by hitting against something Finnr threw some tomatoes at the back of Tale's head (who was sitting in front of him) and started laughing his head off (I think Tale got him back later in some way, but I can't remember how). At the same time, though, someone (I think it was Elizabeth who was sitting behind him?) was jolted into the back of him by the sudden stop, and kicked him in the ass. He spent the rest of the day complaining to everyone about it, until Nantale was going to shut him up by finally giving him a kiss, but someone interrupted them (idk who) so it never happened. It then skipped to another epic scene where they get threatened by people in a truck filled with guns, so Finn and Tale made a plan to topple a truck behind the first into a ditch, then use it as a ramp for a third truck which was behind to drive up and crash into the trailer of the first and destroying everything in it. Then they literally dust of their hands like 'all in a day's work' and walk out of there like badasses.

Just thought I'd share that, 'cause yeah XD

ooc: Dude, yes! I could imagine them in so many different settings...

Pff I just imagined them just now as gangsters in a kinda noir setting and Nantale's a mob boss, and they're wearing fedoras and smoking cigars XD

Also, your new avatar (as well as a scene from a tv show episode I just watched today with a puppy hiding from a vampire in a sock drawer) just made my day.

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"Well then," Corliss smiled broadly, stretching out an arm to catch Finnr as he stalked past and spin him back around to pat him on the back- an action which Finnr returned by swiftly knocking the other's legs out from under him, though Corliss managed to catch himself before he could fall and continued with a chuckle, "if you can forgive this crazy b*stard, then you truly are a person I can live to serve." And then he bowed his head in respect, though there was definitely still some mockery there, and released Finnr.

"You need to get a life, Corrie- all you've ever done is 'serve' by sucking up to people and kissing their *rses." Finnr replied, snickering- when they reached the fire where most of the others sat, however, he did not sit down.

"No no, that's my father you're thinking of. I serve myself and I've never touched a nobleman's *rse except my own," Corliss grinned, taking a seat by Ignatius- who looked to have fallen asleep, though must only have been resting his eyes as they immediately opened to glare at Corliss as he sat down- and offering Finnr and Nantale a seat by his side, but Finnr refused.

"No, I think I'll drink myself unconscious in private, tonight. I don't want you dressing me up while I'm passed out again,like last time, and I'm sure you don't want to loose another of your dazzling teeth. Hahee!" And then he bid them all a half-hearted goodnight, and trailed off to sleep.

ooc: I'm not so great on American history, but out of the things I know of, that's definitely one of my favourites!

Dude, I'm literally about to go to sleep and you're still in school- that just messes with my head XD

I'll reply as soon as I get the chance, but it won't be for pretty much another 24hrs 'cause university's starting up again tomorrow and I'm in all day, plus I need to get up super early for the train. But yeah, hang in there, I'll get a reply in soon-ish ^^