We all look up at the same sun

Swentzle Byström · 12-12-2011, 08:43 PM

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Swentzle walked slowly down the path he'd found in the woods, headed toward the mountains. Thus far it had not taken him too near any packlands, for which he was glad; after his encounter with Wolfgang of Inferni, he'd been somewhat afraid for his own well-being while staying in the Dampwoods, a feeling which was only amplified with the injured Irinei now in his company. Irinei himself didn't seem to mind that he'd been forced into such an odd group; he remained mostly quiet, laying in the back of the wagon with his legs stretched out in front of him and his back propped up against a sack of chile. Swentzle had made sure he wasn't leaning against any delicate herbs that couldn't afford to be crushed; so long as he didn't rub any of the chile on his wounds, Irinei was fine where he was.

The blonde man, himself, was in a bit of a pickle. He didn't quite understand what had happened--the whole night was fuzzy, to him, and he'd been unconscious for days afterward--but he'd come to the understanding that he was indebted to the blind wolf-dog, as well as to another, who had yet to call in their favors. But Irinei was not one to remain indebted; he would heal, and accumulate what he owed, and then--well, then he would begin to pay it off. It was only right, after all, that he help out the less fortunate than he.

Though, when he thought about it, he and...Swentzle...were in the same boat.

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Leon Hughes · 12-12-2011, 09:29 PM

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It was only the next day when Leon set out to find Swentzle again, leaving Trigger to his own devices at their densite back in Ethereal Eclipse. He knew to keep out of sight, and he had plenty there now to keep him busy. He'd probably gnaw on some of the dried meat Swentz gave them the day before and sleep in the comfy wool blanket and moose fur. It didn't take long for the older male to catch up to the little traveling caravan; he spotted his religious friend walking alongside his freaky big bison, and in the back of the cart he spied Irinei, who appeared conscious and better than he had been the day before.

"Yo," he called friendlily as he came up behind Swentzle, trying not to scare his companion critters as well as him. "You headin' up to that pack?" he asked curiously, feeling a little awkward for stalking the poor guy. He wanted to go meet Irinei while he was awake, and the more sadistic part of him, for whatever reason, wanted to bug the poor guy. He was still determined to repay Swentz. Somehow. He'd figure out how to soon. "How's yer pet?" he asked this clearly loud enough for his "pet" to hear, as well. He tucked his chin into his scarf and stuffed his hands into his pockets, holding his arms tightly to his sides as he appeared cold, but casual.

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Swentzle Byström · 12-12-2011, 09:38 PM

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Swentzle had expected the journey to be a quiet one, so he was somewhat surprised when the young Leon came up beside him. Turning to look at him through half-glazed eyes, he smiled and gave a jovial nod of his head, more focused on guiding Hamza than anything else. "Yes, Ichika No Ho-En." He reminded the boy, and then had to turn his attention to Hamza as the bison bellowed and attempted to drop to the floor. A sharp knock to the head with his staff confused the poor beast enough to allow Swentzle to nudge him carefully along once more, and he was only half paying attention when Leon asked after his "pet."

"Which one would that be?" His voice was distracted, but Irinei heard and understood perfectly, growling low in his throat and shouting over the side of the cart, "Come say that to my face, pip-squeak!" Swentzle turned to look at him, half-hanging out of the cart, and frowned before reaching back and knocking him in the head, too, his voice stern. "I've not tended your injuries these past days only for you to open them the first chance you get. And mind your manners," He added as an after-thought, "The boy didn't mean you." Irinei slumped back into the wagon, rubbing the sore spot on his skull, and grumbled under his breath about the impertinence of youth.

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Leon Hughes · 12-12-2011, 09:57 PM

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Right, that pack. Leon noted the name in his mind again, but he knew he'd forget again. He watched with intrigue how Swentz convinced his bison to continue by using that staff of his, and then smirked a huge, cocky smirk back at Iri's response. His smirk only seemed to grow when the same staff was used to put him in his place. Leon didn't want to get smacked in the head himself, so he hung back and moved closer to the cart to peer at Iri, his expression still arrogant. "Got a bit of a temper, eh, Pet?" he asked in a taunting tone, taking up the challenge of getting further under the mutt's skin. He spoke just loud enough for Iri to hear, but he didn't risk saying it boldly loud in front of Swentz. His silver eyes watched carefully for any quick movements of the religious man, weary of getting put in his place, too, in case he was heard harassing the man's ward.

"He seems kinda willin' t'hurt himself again," the boy said thoughtfully, keeping his gaze on Iri for a moment before looking toward Swentzle. He kept an ear pointed in the mutt's direction, weary of getting smacked by him, too, but he could handle the maimed dog. Leon wished the older male wasn't there to hinder his game of poking a hot-headed guy, and he wasn't even sure why he wanted so badly to piss him off. Maybe it was the fact that he could do nothing to stop the harassment because he was hurt, but even if he wasn't, he still would. Even though Iri towered over him like the vast majority of people here... that didn't sway him from his game.

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Swentzle Byström · 12-12-2011, 10:08 PM

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Iri snarled as the little brat came up beside him and began pestering him again, and rolled over to peer over the wall of the wagon, his ears pressed back against his head as he glared with all his might at the younger male. He saw the way the gray boy watched Swentzle's back, though, and gave his own cocky smirk, sitting back against the sack and crossing his arms over his injured ribs. "Swentzle, I'm trying to rest!" He protested immediately after the boy spoke again, and hid a grin as Swentzle turned to look at Leon with a small frown.

"You shouldn't pester the injured, my friend. He needs to store his energy for healing." Swentzle scolded, and waved an arm to gesture the young man up away from the cart again. He didn't know what was going on; Leon hadn't struck him as particularly antagonistic the last time they'd met. But if it continued, he'd have to ask the man to leave, and as Irinei was not the best company, and he didn't particularly enjoy shouting over his shoulder in conversation, he rather hoped he wouldn't have to do that. Irinei, himself, began plotting revenge, and searched about the wagon for anything that might be safely chucked at the small boy's head. There was nothing in there that was his, though, and he didn't feel comfortable throwing things of Swentzle's, so he settled for crossing his arms and completely ignoring the gray-scale boy.

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Leon Hughes · 12-12-2011, 11:41 PM

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Oh, so Iri could be an immature brat too, huh? Leon scoffed, for a moment ignored Swentzle beckoning him to move forward. He daringly hopped up onto the side of the cart, reached in and smacked the back of Iri's head with his hand before he was off the cart and came up by Swentzle just as he'd gestured for him to do. "He didn't wanna rest a moment ago, y'know. Yer friend is a bit of a brat," he commented with a shrug of his shoulders, acting casually. "'Er maybe he's jealous, 'er somethin'." He turned to look back at the cart with an expressionless face, just waiting for him to say something stupid. He wanted Swentz to smack him with his staff again.

"I came by t'see if I could do anythin' for y'before y'joined up yer pack." He was trying hard to get the man to give him something he could to do be useful and helpful. He also wanted another reason to go over to the cart so maybe he could mess with Iri more, but he was pretty sure the damn mutt would be childish again. It wouldn't be fun getting on Swentz's bad side, since he was trying so hard to get on his good side and ease his conscience. Besides, Leon needed friends, not enemies. Aside from Irir. Iri was a stupid buttface.

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Swentzle Byström · 12-13-2011, 12:01 AM

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Irinei yelped slightly as he was hit, and then lunged over the side of the cart after Leon as he leapt away, leaning back quickly before Swentzle saw him "attempting to re-injure himself" but mumbling angry death-threats under his breath as he did. Luckily, Leon spoke at that moment, so Swentzle didn't hear a thing.

Swentzle's lips twitched slightly as Leon ratted Irinei out, shaking his head and trying not to get caught in the middle of it. He was not Leon's father, and he was not old enough to be Irinei's; but their childish ways seemed to enroll him in a more parental role than he'd ever expected. He could only feel remorse for the fact that raising Shevon had not taught him to expect this; but then, she'd been only of the age three months when he last saw her, and female, at that. He could hope this was a 'guy' thing--and that he would have only daughters for the rest of his life.

In answer to Leon's complaint, Swentzle adopted a dry tone and told him, "It comes with youth, I'm afraid. He'll grow out of it, I'm sure." And gave a look to the gray male that said clearly, "As I hope you will." Irinei, listening to their conversation and missing the look completely, huffed and crossed his arms, then winced as he elbowed himself in the ribs, attempting to relax again and stop causing himself pain. At Leon's "jealous" comment, Irinei gave a harsh laugh, muttering something along the lines of, "As if," under his breath, and turned his face away. Swentzle sighed, running his fingers over his eyes and murmuring condolences to himself about having to deal with two children who really should have been old enough to know better, before turning his attention back to Leon. "Ah, I cannot think of anything that I need at this moment." He said thoughtfully, but as this was the second--or was it third?--time Leon had come to him seeking to aide, he paused a moment to think about it. As he did so, the hand that had been guiding Hamza came up to rub at his throat, and after a moment he could think of nothing but the sorting he still needed done in the bags in the wagon. "I don't suppose you know the differences between herbs? Or perhaps that you are any good at grinding things into powder?" He needed more of his cinnamon-Chile incense slash spice, but seeing as the Chile was still in its whole form and the cinnamon in sticks, they'd need to be ground up first.

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Leon Hughes · 12-13-2011, 12:09 PM

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He was more than pleased with getting away unscathed from smacking that twerp, but he wasn't happy with Swentzle's reply. "I'm only immature t'fight fire with fire," he said more to Iri than giving Swentz an excuse as to why he was being childish too. That was also in his nature, but he couldn't wait to kick Iri's ass. He wasn't to do that more than anything right now... too bad he was crippled, and he had the poor older male looking after his stupid ass. The man then said he couldn't think of anything for him to do and Leon frowned, looking at the shorter man(thank god he was so short. He was tiny for a guy, Leon thought, amused), but after another contemplative moment, he managed to come up with something even though it was something Leon couldn't do. He never cooked or dealt with herbs; they always came into the household prepared in bottles, crushed or powdered for them. Mom knew much more about herbs.

"I don't know jack 'bout herbs, but I'm competent enough to crush 'n' shit." The reply came out with a sarcastic edge at Swentzle; did he look retarded? He had hands, he could do a simple task like that. He might act like a child sometimes, but he surely wasn't. If he had to crush some herbs, that meant he'd have to get into the back of the the cart with the big baby, too. He glanced back at the cart with a little plotting smirk, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be within hitting distance of the cripple. He could see it now: "Swentzle, Iri won't stop touching me!!!" or "Swentzle, Iri keeps hitting me!!!". He would so do that, too. He could play the immaturity game, too. Better than Iri.

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Swentzle Byström · 12-13-2011, 03:15 PM

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Irinei's ear swiveled toward the front of the cart as Leon spoke, and he made a high-pitched mimicking sound that sounded more like a series of whines than anything, screwing his face up in what he hoped was the dumbest expression in the world in order to best portray Leon. Then he collapsed back into his scowling and grumbling, thinking if only thoughts along the lines of getting out of the cart and kicking the impertinent brat's ass. He hadn't done anything to start this war, so if anything he was the one fighting fire with fire. Stupid kid, coming along and ruining a perfectly peaceful ride...

Swentzle barely contained a heavy sigh as the battle of immaturity continued, wishing Citlali or Fovea were around to provide him some actual company, but Citlali had disappeared the night before and Fovea was off hunting. Running a hand over his face to calm the well of helplessness that rose up inside him, he flicked an ear at Leon's response to his question and raised a sardonic brow at the sarcastic edge in the boy's voice. "Well, if it's too simple a task for you, I can of course do it myself." His voice was dry, and he kept an easy look on his face, giving away none of the thoughts he had on both of the younger males at that moment. Really, he was getting rather sick of back-talk; Irinei was supposed to be resting, and if their little war didn't end soon, Swentzle would make real use of Leon and send him out hunting with Fovea, and then knock Irinei out cold with as many numbing herbs as possible.

And maybe a few sharp knocks on the head. But he didn't want to get violent.

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Leon Hughes · 12-15-2011, 06:32 PM

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Leon frowned somewhat, letting out a little sigh at Swentzle. "I didn't say that, did I?" he asked turning his gaze back to the blind man. "You just implied I couldn't crush shit." He gave a little shrug at the subject, looking forward. His tone wasn't sarcastic or anything now either, since Swentz, for once, picked up the sarcasm in that, even though there'd been little in that compared to his taunts at Iri. "Which ones do I gotta help with?" Just a simple description of the ones he needed to crush, where to get the stuff to crush it in and with and he'd be good to go. Too bad he had to get in the cart with Swent's immature little pet. Irinei had a long reach since he was so much taller than Leon and could easily smack him if he had the mind to when both were in the cart.

And if he did that, Leon would get mad and then kick his ass and severely piss off Iri's master, which he didn't want to do. He wanted to be friends, not enemies. He couldn't make up for being a part of that raid if they were enemies and Swentz hated his guts. And he was a good ally to have; he knew herbs and how to heal, not to mention he was kind enough to give few strangers aid. To distract himself for a moment, Leon moved to Swentz's other side and gazed curiously at Hamza. He wanted to pet him, but he was skittish about it and jumped with the large beast snorted, bumping into Swentz when he did jump. Leon hoped he had an animal companion or few soon; he and Trig could use the help from them.

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Swentzle Byström · 12-16-2011, 02:00 PM

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Swentzle had done no such thing, but he let the younger male off easy, going over in his mind what there was that needed to be powdered. The cinnamon sticks, he knew, needed to be crushed several times over before they could be powdered; that seemed simple enough for Leon. There was also the dried Chile, but as Irinei was using those bags as a chair he didn't want to let the boy in there. Nodding quietly to himself, he pulled up a mental map of the inside of the cart and relayed his instructions.

There's cinnamon sticks in a long bag toward the back of the wagon. You'll need to break them into small pieces before you can powder them, and it'll require the mortar and pestle, which are in a small bag along with my Awk and a few personal belongings. He instructed, and then blinked as Leon ran into him from the side between himself and Hamza, having not expected the male to be there. He chuckled, however, and patted Hamza's shoulder. It's quite alright, Leon, Hamza isn't dangerous. He soothed, and moved a bit so that, if the boy wanted, he could pet the bison before he headed to the cart to do his assigned job.

"You will find that life's a climb that takes a steady grip,
and when you're fingers ache remember you were born for this".

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Leon Hughes · 12-26-2011, 01:21 AM

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Cinnamon-- Leon remembered that fondly. Halyn had taken to cooking in her spare time to keep her mind off her shitty life. It had been a common ingredient in some of the sweets she cooked. She cooked a lot, but Daire had always claimed all the good food she made, sweet or not. He usually got everything and didn't share with his own children. They normally got the scraps of unwanted food, and even had to hunt whatever they could catch to get a meal. Of course, they hunting meant Leon hunting whatever he could catch, since Trigger was a baby when they were at home.

Anyways, he found himself familiar with the aspect of dealing with cinnamon and simply nodded his head and gave an audible sound saying he agreed and could do that simple task for him. But that would be after he pet Hamza some; after he was encouraged by Swentzle, he tentatively reached over toward the beast's large hand and stroked his forehead and then cheek, becoming more comfortable with being close to the bison and touching it in a matter of seconds. Before he got to work crushing the ingredient for the older male, he stayed and simply pet the creature pulling the cart. He was there for a few minutes before he finally headed to the back and hopped in, much to Irinei's displeasure. Leon had a job to do, so he didn't mess with the mutt, wanting to do a good job crushing the cinnamon.

Travel was rather slow, so the young man had plenty of time to do his designated job before he felt the need to go ahead and head back to his den where Trigger was waiting for him. He said nothing else to Iri, but bid Swentzle a fond farewell before they parted ways once again, wishing him good luck in his home search and travel. He left his company in a much better mood, but knew he hadn't made up his bad deeds yet. He'd get to that soon enough, though.

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