5 Easy Steps to Living...

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5 Easy Steps to Living with a Teleporter
1. Don't piss them off.
2. Let them do what they want.
3. Make sure they're well-fed.
4. Make sure they sleep engouh.
5. DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, break their personal bubble.

It had taken Toviel years to learn those five easy steps. He felt almost dedicated to trying to make those rules general knowledge to the public. If only he knew someone who was as stupid as he was to get involved with a teleporter. Good thing he was doomed to an early death anyway -thus living with Ziarre was less painful. Well, not really. Maybe it was more painful, as she would be his eventual death, but in any case, their was no fighting it, not that course of his fate that he'd soon die because of Ziarre. Oh well. Shit really did happen.

They were walking down the road, Ziarre with her arms crossed over her chest, Toviel with his hands in his pockets, looking like he was about to fall over, asleep. Ziarre looked far more alert, but still managed to maintain an extremely bored expression. Until she felt a very purposeful hand casting over her ass. She glanced at Toviel -his hands still in his pocket. He was too oblivious to contemplate a single move on her. And in seconds she had the man by the wrist, glanced at the destination point for her fist -his face- and thrust it into his face with enough force to make his nose crack and blood bubble and gush down his face. She tossed him from herself, glowered at him and wiped her bloodied knuckles on his own shirt as he stumbled away, wailing and mumbling like a bafoon. Stupid humans.

She turned, ignoring the stares she received. The hell was wrong with them?

Actually, Toviel didn't even seem to notice, a few paces ahead of Ziarre and walking.. staggering more like into random people, mumbling half-hearted apologies.

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Alueite was walking (well, more accurately, she was trudging) along the quite crowded road. She was quite involved with her own daydreams, as usual.  Also as usual, she had no real destination. Casting about in this net of people was enough. She would stop when she foundsomething that amused, entertained, or otherwise elicited some emotion from her. Until then , walking was enough. One would be suprised how purposeful not having a purpose could be. It could come in handy quite often, especially when a set destination or purpose could be quite... unfortunate.

It had been some short time when she detected some kind of commotion over the usual clamor and bustle of the streets. Alueite turned just in time to see the flick of blood fly, but she really caught nothing else. Unknowingly, she had slowed almost to a stop to stare, as had the other passerby. When there was no follow up to the action, she shugged slightly and contined walking... until she felt someone blunder into her. She was quite suprised; usually she somehow managed to avoid most of the people that simply had to get past everyone else in the streets. It had become a finely tuned unconscious talent, that she could avoid these rude hellions. She raised one eyebrow to an extreme arch, turning to face whomever had run into her.

Oh. It was the compainion of the rather violent woman of the scene earlier. But even as she had momentarily hesitated to turn to him, someone from her other side bumped her, quite had this time, and sent her flying into him. Great. So much for a finely tuned ability. She scowled to herself even as she collided with the man, who seemed hardly to notice.

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All in all, he wound up on his ass. And he was very, very confused how he had gotten there. He blinked repeatedly, until he finally rolled over and stumbled into a stand and blinked... Then his eyes widened. He remembered someone... He looked around until he finally spotted Alueite. Then he just stared for a few seconds. Then it occured to him to that he should say something.

"Oh, uh, hey, uh.. sorry... o.o" He said, laughing at himself.

Then wincing as he was hit in the back of the head. Of course, not really with any accusation, more like a bored swat. He glanced to see Ziarre's dark brown eyes. She raised a brow at him and he shrugged. She looked to the girl and then back at Toviel, shaking her head with a caustic smirk.

"You're such an idiot, Toviel," was the only thing Ziarre said.

"... Eh. Thanks. Well, I'm Toviel... As previously stated... This is Ziarre.. And I'm sorry again.. Who are you?" He asked, about midway yawning and stretching, tilting his had and looking around.

Goddamn. They were all staring at the three as if they were aliens. Or morons. Or something they weren't quite accustomed. But Ziarre didn't really care, it just got annoying when people were staring at you. It made you want to slap them.. or punch them, or moon them or bite them... Or scare them enough so they went away. Ah well. She felt too.. lazy to do that now.

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Alueite had thorwn out her hands to keep her balance, and had sucessfully done so. When Toviel spoke, she stared at him, suprised. It seemed to her as if we have just gotten up and kept walking without another word.

"Oh, er... hello?" she responed, then winced and cleared her throat.  She hadn't really spoken in a long time; to her her own voice sounded clumy and awkward, as if the words were stuggling with one another. Then she realized that she probably looked very, very silly with her arms still thrown out in front and to the side of her. She quickly pulled them down to her sides, then crossed her hands in front of her. A ligth flush spread across her face and just as quickly dissappeared.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at Ziarre's actions. Alueite suppresed it; the other didn't seem like the type to be laughed at. Not by anoyone who was self-preserving, anyway.

When Toviel spoke again, she stared at him for a quick moment, then blinked. "Alueite. I'm Alueite." She looked around also. There were indeed quite a few people who were staring. Hm. People didn't seem to have much to do today.

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"You think they've never seen people collide or men get punched... Sheesh," Toviel said, surprising himself. Wait, who got punched?

"...Someone got punched? I'm confused..." Toviel said, eyes narrowing.

Ziarre slapped her forehead at Toviel's own stupidity. She slapped him again, it even sounding harder then the last swat. She frowned steadily at him, shaking her head. So he WAS a useless twit afterall. She should've known. How was he ever going to survive if he was so unaware of the world around him? He was worst then some little kid. She had to keep a constant watch him. And why should she expect anything more out of a seventeen year old brat?

"Idiot. Yes. Some guy got punched. Don't you ever pay attention? You're worthless!" She snapped, already irritated by the idocy she was committed to listening too and bearing every day.

When would it become so totally unbearable where she would slaughter him on the spot? Slit his throat and begone with such insolence. She couldn't stand him and yet he was the only reminder of her past. God. She was too attached to a human. Too a weak, feeble being that she truly wished she could rid herself of. And soon. But she couldn't. Not yet. He still had to pay her back.

"Uh. Let's go into the tavern. The stares are making me nervous," Toviel mumbled, tugging at Ziarre and even Alueite, straight into the tavern.

He sat down at the table, Ziarre sitting to the side as she waved over a barmaid, asking for a glass of water. Ziarre didn't drink -her gaze towards Toviel made him very aware of the fact that he'd only be able to order milk or water. He was forbidden to drink alcohal. At least in Ziarre's prescence. But it was hard to hide habits from a woman you live wtih. And had a nose like a fucking dog. So drinking was a very limited concept. He smiled.

"Milk," he said. Might as well stay intact, if only for the day.

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Alueite raised both eyebrows at Toviel. Did he just.. miss the scene or something? How could he, when he was standing right there? Maybe he was a bit slow... But she just shrugged again, then almost flinched when Ziarre swatted Toviel again. Well, she would keep him remembering, Alueite was sure.

When Toviel mumbled something, Alueite didn't really catch it.. something about stares, maybe? She was quite suprised when she felt herself being pulled into the tavern with the other two, but let it go. After all, perhaps this would be her adventure for the day. it was certainly shaping up to be. Of course, she had never before been directly involved in her 'adventures.' She was more of an observer. Hm, perhaps she had a bit of a voyeuristic streak. Quite a bit. Well, she was here, and interacting with these people. Might as well roll the die and see what comes of it.

She gingerly pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, starting suddenly as the chair wobbled on uneven legs. She hadn't planned on ordering anything, but Toviel's request of milk was, well, suprising. Again, though, it wasn't for her to question. They seemed like rather odd folk, but most around these days were.

When the barmaid glanced at her, she did realize she was thirsty. she'd not really had anything to eat or drink the whole day, and sitting down now in the cooler bar, our of the glaring sun and people in the road, Alueite emerged a bit from the perpetual daydream she was in.

"Water," she said quitely, again hating the sound of her voice.

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"Oi, Ziarre, don't start anything today... It's too hot out... and... and..." Toviel didn't even finish his sentence, alreayd yawning, his head finding the crook his arms made on the table, eyes half closed.

Hell, he was already half asleep. Ziarre just... looked at him rather oddly. She shrugged and tipped his chair over, watching him hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. It was quite amusing to see the look of utter surprise on his face -saucer-wide eyes, mouth agape, bewildered to the ends of the earth.

"EARTHQUAKKEEE!" Toviel shrieked, receiving perhaps the attention of the entire room as he sat up, looking around, looking even more confused then before. If that was at all humanly possible.

"Toviel, how stupid are you? Jackass, I tipped over your chair," Ziarre said flatly, listening to a few of the snickers around the room.

"I knew that... >> I swear. I was just seeing who'd believe me," he replied, almost pouting.

When the barmaid returned with his milk, and Ziarre and Alueite's water, giving them odd looks he already understood the bar probably wanted compensation for the disturbance. Great. How much money did Ziarre think he had? She was flat-broke, as usual and Toviel wasn't much better off. Actually, he think he may have string in his pockets -more than what was in her's. But if that got them somewhere he'd be amazed. And he'd probably quit looking for any kind of job and cut up all of his clothes to make string.

"Yeah... yeah..." Ziarre said, yawning.

"....How are you, Alueite? Since SHE'S a meanie," Toviel said, stabbing a finger in Ziarre's direction for emphasis.

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Alueite quickly drew a hand up over her mouth to hide her grin. This Toviel was quite the odd character, wasn't he? She had to admit, though, that the poor thing was proving to be quite the target for Ziarre. It was indeed quite amusing. The two seemed quite oddly matched, though she was sure there was some backstory of which she was unaware. All the same, though, their traveling must make for some... interesting scenarios. Alueite's eyebrows lifted very slightly as her mind began to wander.

Hey eyes began to stray about the room, taking in its various occupants. Their various dicussions and chatter formed a comfortable cushion of noise, as was appropriate for a tavern. Once every so often, more raucous shouts or laughter would come frome one table or another, though none were nearly as attention-drawing as Toviel's imagined earthquake. A man from a nearby table looked up and caught her eye. He grinned, proudly displaying a cracked front tooth and a few missing ones. He was rather stocky, and his face had the scrtach of about three or four days worth of stubble. Alueite wondered how much of his drink had actually gone into his mouth, as quite a bit of it seemed slopped down his front. The man gave her a large, lewd wink, and Alueite wrinkled her nose and turned back to her table. Maybe that was enough observing for now.

She just caught Toviel's question as her attention returned, and she was again taken by surprise at being addressed.

"Huh? Oh, well... good. I'm fine. Yes. Er, it's a lovely day, isn't it?"

Yes, the weather was brought up in almost every conversation she'd heard in the streets. Must be a good topic, then. She ignored the fact that she'd payed no attention to the weather when they were outside and really had no idea what kind of day it was. A glance at the tavern windows told her, well, that the windows could use a good scrubbing. However, through the grime there was quite a bit of sunshine. Good.

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"Toviel, I'm not sure you should bother to talk to her. She's more spacey then you," Ziarre said, flipping her hand as she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, multiple crackling along her spine and neck with the tightening of her muscles.

"At least she's better company then you," Toviel said, frowning.

"Never said I was good company. And if then, why do you hang around me? Oh, yeah, I forgot you're practically an invalid and can't take care of yourself," Ziarre snapped back without missing a beat.

It was obvious this discussion was days, if not months old. It was something automatic, programmed deeply into both of them to be as mean as they could at any given moment. Ziarre often won those bouts -but Toviel managed to be quite cruel on other occasions and in different situations. Ziarre was more direct. But Toviel lacked physical prowess along with mental prowess, despite being indrect.

"Excuse me, miss, can you keep it down?" Asked the bartender.

Ziarre glanced at him dangerously, her eyes narrowing to dark brown slits, catching faint light. It was easier to see how tense she was -always was. Her muscles were well-defined. She brushed back a curl indifferently, all the while her eyes burning and drawing him deeper into their depths.

"I'll do what I damn well please," Ziarre retorted finally.

Toviel sighed and managed to seat himself both comfortably and properly. He glanced at Ziarre.

"Oi, she's definitly in a mood," her whispered, but he knew Ziarre was glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Her hearing was better then some dogs'.