[Kabrin Road] Me, Of Little Faith [Kendall]

[Victor Lark]

“But I never gave you reason to think I would hurt you,” he retorted, mumbling through a half-smile like a dizzy drunkard. “Many men have daggers; you cannot avoid each one for fear that they will put theirs in you.” A single finger gave a deft jab to Kendall’s gut, just beside the navel. With it, he stepped closer. Victor always had trouble seeing, but in those moments he was too weary to see even the most obvious of signs. It unnerved him and confused him. All he had were words: shallow, defensive words, full of the hostility which Victor brewed himself—and nothing more.

“You will not make any friends with that attitude,” he concluded, trying to push a smile into his tone where his lips could not manage it. “Though perhaps you are right: you may impress a god, and you may get a pretty mark in exchange for living like a suspicious coward.”

His unsteady feet moved him back then, carefully offering that bit of solace in an idle game with the other man’s sense of comfort. His eyebrows rose with mock submission while his hands folded behind his back, having felt his fingertips tingle with a presumably ephemeral numbness. He had not taken his plain grey eyes from the bright colors opposite him, where he searched those endless pools for their hidden treasure. Utterly fooled by the hasty lies, he finally looked down when he answered through a stiff jaw, “I do not have the answers. That is why I ask questions, you idiot.”

And then the inevitable happened: Victor’s eyes rolled upward and he staggered. His hands lost their grasp on each other, flung outward in a futile attempt to catch his balance. But the blackness overtook him long enough to send him crumpling to the hard dirt below. When his vision and faltering consciousness returned to him, there was a pain in his tailbone and shoulder. A shallow scrape dotted his dirty brow with blood. It stung when he touched it, rolling to his back and moaning pathetically. His head felt hot and sick, so he dropped his arm over his eyes. There he remained, on the ground, unseeing, and apparently having forgotten his company.

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Congratulations! You Get Glorious Experience! Victor Skills Rhetoric- 5 XP Intimidation- 5 XP Philosophy- 3 XP Seduction- 2 XP Meditation- 2 XP Lores Asking Questions Kendall Saarinen- Partial Caiyha- Partial Gods and Marks Kendall Skills Rhetoric- 5 XP Philosophy- 5 XP Persuasion- 4 XP Intimidation- 3 XP Lores Gods and Marks Caiyha- Partial Victor Lark- Partial Heckling From A Stranger Comments : Good work you two! Hopefully everything makes sense to you, and if not, shoot me a PM!