The Artist and The Beast (Chapiko)

[Cade]

Timestamp: 38th of winter 511av

Cade the berthian barbarian woke early that morning, excited for what the day will bring. He had enrolled himself into a match at the bloodpits and a day with bloodletting was always a good day in the half blood myrian's books. Darcy, his educated slave, woke with him even after a night of showing her gratititude that it was he that saved her last summer from the ravaging she was taking from the Daggerhand goons. Thing is, she had not received much better treatment from Cade, but it seems she was content with tending to his needs, his every needs and this morning it was breakfast.

Darcy fetched them both a hot bowl of oatmeal and a cold glass of milk she had collected from Cade's mare the night before. Didn't take long for Cade to finish off his meal then went into his usual morning routine. He pounded out a three sets of his usual pyramid work out of push ups, dips and sit-ups. That was an awesome way to waken is muscles for the blood sport he was participating later this day.

Cade then found himself a open area with in the camp and practice his unarmed combat for a half bell of shadow sparing his infamous invisible foe. Then he spent another half bell working on the make shift punching bag made from a potato sack and grain. His body needed to be just as well maintain as his armour and weapons if he was to be efficient in his profession of death bringing.

Once his morning routine was completed with a side order of 'duel push ups' with darcy, He fled the camp on a morning run, the same route that he and antar use to take just before he left sunberth. The first part took him on a two mile jog about the outskirts then a quick circle around the slag heap for intensity of its heat and the blistering smoke that he was forced to choke through while running. But instead of running back to Camp he had decided to make a jog through the slave market and possibly hit the drunken fish for a quick social and brew.

Cade was covered in sweat, the cold winter wind coming off the ocean was chilling the barbarian's skin as he ran past the docks, with the tavern just in sight. His heart was racing and his muscles were aching for a break. but he was not going to stop tell he reached the door of the drinking whole if frequented.

[Chapiko]

All she wanted to do was walk out the door of a dangerous tavern without anything bad or stupid happening. She couldn't stand the place, it was always so loud. Aside from the fact that the Drunken Fish was the only place she knew of that she could get a room. She didn't want to purchase her own place for the sole reason that she couldn't really afford it. So there she was, attempting to walk out the door of the tavern. And there someone else was, attempting to go in. At the same time. Which wasn't necessarily a good idea, because it's a little difficult to go through a living being. Just a bit. Next thing she knew, she was sitting on the floor, having been knocked over uncomfortably by a random brute that decided to run through the door. It hurt too, being knocked over onto the hard floor. Who had to get a drink so badly they had to run through the door? This guy apparently. He was all sweaty and gross too, which made it worse. All she wanted to do was walk outside, but she had this annoying bloke in her way. And her arse hurt from falling over so roughly. This was stupid. Most people she knew could get through a door without any random mischief or mishap happening, but not Chapiko. No, there always had to be someone running in through the door when she wanted to get out. Which was stupid. "Oh for Eywaat's sake..." Mumbled in Tawna, the language that naturally came out when something unexpected happened. It was like people who swore when they got hurt or something frustrating happened. They didn't really mean to, it just happened. She stood up, dusted herself off from whatever was on the floor (she didn't want to know) and scratched her head. "Ehhh...sorry 'bout that." Her accent was apparent, almost clouding the words to the point you couldn't understand her. Almost. Even being in Sunberth for only a day, she knew to not trust most, or all, people. It was much different from Eyktol, where she knew she could trust almost anyone. It was sad really, with all the chaos and disorganization. And she should have been able to feel him coming! Curses for not paying attention. All's well. As long as he didn't get terribly offended because someone ran into him. That would not be good.

[Cade]

The barbarian was at first angered as he entered the bar and ran into by on of its patrons, or should say the other way around he ran over. His hand gripped for the pommel of his longsword but with quick observation he could see the victim of his carelessness was nothing more then a beautiful girl sprawled out onto the floor. 'thats one way to get a girl on her back', he bravely thought to himself. The barbarian relaxed his battle instincts, hand straying form handle of his sword as he stood their starring at the vantha girl, who was just as irritated with the incident as he was.

Her apology made up for what he believe to be a few curses in her language and possibly directed at him. Insults he would let slide as he lowered his arm down to help her up to her feet. It was the least he could do for her......or was it?

"You watch where your going love!" Cade warned in his deep toned myrian voice that was riddled with jest "Be a shame a beautiful girl like you to get harmed in such a fashion"

Realizing that sounded a bit creepy, Cade quickly changed the tone to more apologetic. " I am Cade, I will buy us a round of drinks to heel bruised egos and possible a bruised buttocks" He offered with a wolfish but sincere grin.

[Chapiko]

Oh Sunberth, city of surprises. Though this wasn't much of a surprise at all. Stupid thugs crawled around this place, drawn to any pretty sight like moths to a flame. The same went for her, sometimes...and in other cities, one look at her eyes would drive them away. No one could really get used to solid black eyes, anyways. But here, she'd heard of people killing eachother over getting looked at funny, not to mention the common hatred of magic and non-humans. So she knew better than to walk around and stare at people. Wouldn't want to get a knife in the back, now would we? "This is ridiculous..." Mumbled under a long, drawn out sigh. And it truly was. She had ignored his offered hand, because who knew where it had been. He was disgusting, barbaric and annoying, and she only got that from a few ticks of being in his presence. New record, it usually took at least a bit more to realize that she didn't want to be around someone for much longer. "I don't drink." She replied, not looking at his face. He seemed the kind to kill someone because they weren't human, and she didn't want to take any chances. So she just kept her head down, staring at her boots. Best case scenario was that he didn't bother anymore, second best was he didn't hate non-humans. Both seemed unlikely.

[Cade]

The barbarian was not going to waste his time any further with the girl. He was somewhat insulted for he had some what apologized and had offered to buy drinks to make up for his part in the accident. He looked past her to the bar that was calling his name with the honey wine craving for his lips. Cade then looked back at the girl before him, standing there with her eyes to the ground.

"So be it, have it your way. Just keep your head up and you might not be run over next time" He snarled, then walked past her to his set destination.

Cade had made it to the bar and ordered is favourite, a horn of mead. A great way to lighten his spirit after a long morning of training. Plus, he had his pit fight that night so he was going to live this day up before the match took place. Those battles were always to the death and he could not presume that he would be alive to enjoy this nectar of the gods ever again. Would of been better to have company but...... you win some and you lose some. He wasn't going to force the girl to be his company this day.

[Chapiko]

She felt a little bad. He offered something that was somewhat like an apology, and she turned him down. He didn't look very happy either, but she assumed that was his normal expression. Though truth be told, she didn't want to be thought of as a bad person, and even if this one repelled her so much she was tempted to run out the door and forget about this nonsense. But she didn't, and instead made her way to where Cade was sitting. Chapiko didn't sit down herself, but more of leaned against the table. Her eyes were half closed as well, if only so he wouldn't notice them and stab her in the face. "My name is..." she thought for a moment. Real name, or nickname? He didn't have the need for her real name, so deciding on 'Koko', she continued. "Koko. Nice to meet you." She peered at him through heavy-lidded eyes, attempting to figure out if the bout of friendliness should be suspicious or not. Eventually sitting down, she figured that there was no harm in staying. If they wanted to shove a knife in her back, so be it. For the moment, she wasn't threatened.