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Lion

The ground did crack beneath him, but he didn't care.  He would take this whole mountain down with them both if it meant getting this wench away from him.  Castor felt the ground loosen beneath his feet and just when he was going to let himself fall, the witch had to latch onto him.  He wouldn't feel the force of her grip, but he staggered backwards and threw her up onto the ever-crumbling land.

He slammed her hard into the ground, and turning aside and slamming her into a series of trees.




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Draconian

That was going to bruise. Xala winced and she dug her fingers into his wrists - or tried to - only for him to go and swing her around. Maybe let go? She could feel the scrapes along her stomach and leg already. They stung a little and she relented and let go of his wrists, frowning at him while she caught her footing, sliding backwards on the balls of her feet before catching a crack in the ground and landing on her butt with a quiet 'oof'. 

Giving herself a quick dust off while avoiding more tripping on the crumbling earth Xala simply watched him as curious as ever. "Alright. Obviously you're a little slow," She held out her hands, "That's okay. We're trying to help you, see?" Maybe if she spoke really slowly he'd understand, "You want a thing. We want a thing where you're headed. Just let us follow you, we'll be qui---" A rock slid from under her foot and she jumped forward, giving the ground an accusing look before continuing - out of arms reach this time. "We'll be quiet."

Lion

Castor could be frothing at the mouth and it seemed this woman wouldn't even notice.  She was wild-looking, her hair practically standing on end.  "And you don't seem to understand that I don't want your stinking help," he said emphatically.  He remained somewhat stable on ground that had not crumbled awat, just slightly above her.

He continued to stare her down.  "I just want to be left alone.  I don't need any help.  The gate is mine," he panted, finally feeling drained.




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Draconian

Xala finally sighed, put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. "You're like a wounded animal," she observed while keeping an eye on the ground that he messed up real good. "Fine. We won't help you, but you can't stop is from following you." A fanged grin. Xala was having fun with this guy, the enjoyment of how much he wasn't tickled her pink.

Lion

He stood warily.  "Why go to the gate?  What's there for you?" He asked.  He didn't trust her any farther than he could throw her, but for now he could remain civilized.




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Draconian

If her eyebrows could go any farther up her forehead they'd simply be her hair. This guy really did attack first ask questions later. She liked it. Xala studied him for a moment, puffing her fingers through her hair. "There might be something there. Something we need." Xala tilted her head, studying the strange man with the violent temper.

Man. Who knew being able to throw trees was a trait she could appreciate in someone?

"If what we want is what you want, we'll let you have it. We just want to find it. We just... Need to find it." Her voice went low and took on a strange echo, like she was speaking as two different people.

Lion

Castor wasn't buying any of her bullfrog banana-nonsense.  She was too strange, even for him that had once considered getting his hands stuck in a pair of ancient gauntlets the worse possible thing that could happen to him.  He wasn't that oblivious.  He knew there were worse things than that, but he quickly amended his initial assumption and figured this crazy woman following him around was definitely worse.

"Fine," he said.  That was all he chose to say and turned around to climb the rest of the hill, pulling himself up one foot at a time.  He didn't want her along but if she caused any trouble, he decided it might just be easier to turn her brains into pulp.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

This man had some serious issues.

Xala stared at him wide eyed for a few moments, the fine and the turning around... After his temper tantrum. The look on her face was something akin to walking into a mess you didn't make. Irritation,  the resignation that you'd probably have to clean it up and then finally annoyance because you didn't make the damn mess in the first place. Xala looked around at the mess he'd made, the broken rocks, the fallen trees.

Fine. And then leaves.

Xala threw her hands up, scoffed and followed after him. Man, she was in for quite the fun time.

Shit.

"Wait!" Xala climbed after him, keeping at least a few paces behind because Gods Above that man was absolutely crazy. With the tears and then the rage. "You didn't tell us what you were called."

Lion

Castor considered ignoring her statement.  It didn't matter what he was called anyway.  He came to get the relic and then be on his way, onto the next.  Or so his dreams told him.  They were nightmares really, haunting him with horrific images of what he could only assume were someone else's memories.  He had no time for regret.  He had no choice in the matter.

"Why do you refer to yourself as 'us'?" he shot back, half-irritated, but swallowing that frustration down.  He reached the top of the current cliff above him and threw himself up onto the solid dirt with ease.  "You've got two people in your brain or something?  Nutball crazy witch with spikey teeth and weird skin.  You should get that checked out.  Might be a weird rash."




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Draconian

Xala still trailing after him, climbing up with ease and grace, like she was born on the mountains or something and had done stuff like this in her spare time. "We are two people. We're just..." Xala looked down at herself, seeing one torso and two legs. Having remembered two childhoods and trying to have two personalities made her quickly look up and away from her body, a flash of anger making her pupils turn to slits.

A few calming breaths and she just smiled. "We're not human, they're scales, and these are fangs." She licked her teeth at him, making an effort to touch some of the really pointy parts with the tip of her tongue. "We are entertained at your attempts to pick a fight, but we're afraid it won't work. Now, your name or we shall simply call you Iron Fisty guy. Maybe just Fist Guy." That was okay. It'd probably end up being Guy. Maybe even just Fisty.

Lion

If she was trying to pick a fight, it was working.  Almost.  But nevertheless, Castor could tell that she could tell that it was working.  He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction.  So instead he kept going up, looking for the next way up.

"You said you'd be quiet," Castor reminded her.  Really the silence was way better than listening to her blabble on about nothing at all.  What was she saying anyway?  Did she even say anything coherent?  It just sounded like mush to him, much like what her brains would look like if she didn't shut up.  Sharp teeth, fangs, or what not, he didn't care.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Xala grinned widely, giving a chuckle, "You asked us a question. We're going to talk if you ask us something," Stupid. Xala let the last word hang in the air instead of actually saying it. Sometimes, she really wished she could turn into that dragon. One, there would be wings involved, which meant flying, which was way better than climbing and two, she could probably snack on this guy and cough out those gauntlets. Two birds with one stone.

As it was, she couldn't change and she was left to stare at him while they made their way up. Or while he made his way up and she followed Not Super Close Behind Him. Iron Fisty Guy reminded her a bit of an agitated horse. Stand too close to it and you will be wounded some how. Was this guy human? The strength told her no but everything else about him screamed yes. Was it all those gauntlets? They didn't look like they were worn, they looked like they were part of him.

Xala decided to give him the silence he so craved and quietly followed after him. Maybe when he was sleeping she'd try and pry them off. Maybe just... Take his whole arms. That seemed easier.

Lion

He kept in mind that she instigated the conversation first, but he bit his tongue.  It was all he could do to keep himself somewhat under control.  He was capable of maintaining his focus on the path, or lack there of from up here, it seemed.

After several hours, Castor looked up at the giant cliff that loomed up ahead of them.  He could climb it, but the day was waning and he was thoroughly exhausted.  Finally, he slumped down beside a tree like he was a corpse.  Never mind the rumbling in his stomach - which was annoyingly loud.  Castor grumbled something to himself, not bothering to throw a glance Xala's way.

Besides she could probably talk to the other person inside her head and be entertained for hours.  He just needed to get some shut eye.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Like she promised, Xala stayed quiet. This guy was one tough nut. It was slowly becoming a personal goal to make him not crazy. What was even his excuse? Even as two people Xala managed to keep her head on and not go into fits of rage. It was almost amazing. Maybe... Xala watched him, watched those gauntlets as he climbed and she followed.

No, she was crazy too. What person in their right mind would follow a crazy guy to some pretend gate that didn't exist just to maybe take off his arms? So, while they walked, Xala went through various scenarios of how to get those gauntlets off, and as the day wore on they got more and more ridiculous. At one point she chuckled to herself because she really doubted she could keep a rouse going until a wedding. So that one was obviously hilariously out of the question.

Finally he stopped and Xala stopped too.

And he just... Flopped over. Her eyebrows went up, giving him a long look before she continued on her way. Plucking various burnable bits from the ground and extra crispy tree limbs. He may just want to flop over and sleep but she was hungry and damn if she was gonna sleep on a cold cliff. Of course she'd heard his stomach grumble, maybe she could tempt him with food like the animal he was.

With her trusty pack and the dagger she kept on her belt, Xala made a small fire and sat down, leaning against a tree, giving her (unwilling) tour guide a long look before she waved around the jerky she had in an effort to get the scent over to him. Taking a bite and chewing loudly she sat and watched him, maybe he'd rouse himself and come closer to the fire to sleep?

She would allow it.

Lion

Castor was hungry.  And now thoroughly awake because of his stupid companion's stupid fire and that her stupid 'other person' in her head probably told her to do.  He opened his eyes and glared at her, wanting very much to throw her off this cliff.  Sure she might just climb back up, and he'd wait for her and throw her off again.  And again and again.

That would be fun.

He grinned crookedly at the thought, staring at her for the short time being.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Chewing and staring up at the sky, waiting for the night to darken so she could stare at the stars, the feeling of someone staring made her look towards her new companion. Her chewing slowed and she swallowed her mouthful before eyeing his creepy grin and then taking another bite of her meager dinner.

Xala removed her backpack, placing it beside her and then shrugged off her coat, she balled it up and tucked it behind her so her back didn't rub against the rough bark. Still, being true to her word she stayed quiet.

Gave her fingers a wiggle at him in a mockery of a wave and continued to eat and look at the sky. She knew what she wanted and she was obviously more prepared than Iron Fisty Guy. This was going to be a long night and inside, she was just a little bit looking forward to it.

Lion

At the wave, Castor's smile just grew and he soon gave a sniff and just closed his eyes, falling asleep.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Xala smirked but quickly smothered it, taking her bag, putting it on her lap and wrapping her arms around it loosely. She'd learned a few things about this man. He was probably crazy, he had inhuman strength - which she totally understood - and he was stubborn as a mule. If he'd only asked she'd have shared, but he didn't and now he was going to sleep hungry.

Without really noticing she found herself falling asleep too. The fire had gone out, the stars were bright and beautiful in the sky and Xala had fallen asleep sitting up against the tree, her chin resting against her chest. Though every noise and and breeze brushing through the trees made her twitch, she managed to rest some. Mostly she was waiting for Iron Fisty Guy to try and steal food from her bag.

Still, her body was tired and eventually she stopped waking up to every little noise.

Lion

It might have been better if she did.  Castor was very quiet rising, and noting that she was still asleep, made it easier to climb cliff face without her.  He could scale with ease, even with his hunger somewhat in the back of his mind.

He dug the fingers of those gauntlets deep into the rocks and was just a few yards from the top.  It was just a few more steps and he'd be up.  He looked down to the trees below, wondering only for a moment if the witch woke up.  She probably did.  Trying to come up with some clever plan to appear at the top before he did.

And knowing his luck.  She probably already was.




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"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

She did indeed!

Xala looked to the empty spot and grinned widely. Then she looked at her bag and grinned even wider. Really? Nothing. Her neck kind of have a crick in it but she stood up, gave a few stretches and put her coat back on, giving her fingers a good flex before she began to climb after him. Unless he'd gone back down. Was this just a wild goose chase?

Nah. The trail went up and she could see the mess he left behind on his way up. Then she looked up and sure enough, there he was, a ways up. Opening her mouth she quickly shut it, not about to break that promise she had made him to not talk. Man, getting back down was going to be such a pain in the ass. She'll even have extra arms she won't be able to use.

Following after him quietly, she didn't make it up before him - mostly because she couldn't fly - but she wasn't far behind him, breathing heavily and finally when they reached the top she rolled onto the land and looked up at the sky, squirming to get as far away from the edge as she could. Extreme exercise was not something she enjoyed doing immediately after waking up. A sidelong look at the man and a smug grin she waiting for him to move again before she got up.

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