this feeling can't be beat

[symmachy]

Who: Scathach & you.
When: 31 May - 2 June, any time.
Where: Everywhere.
Summary: Buying food at the market, killing monsters, just plain wandering. You set the stage, and I'll roll with it.
Warnings: TBD.

[Coming from the City, Scathach knew how things like this went. She was brought here, there was no discernible way out, she had to make the most of it. But "the most of it" was really up for debate. Even though she wasn't really opposed to letting people know what she was, she still tried to make the humans around her feel comfortable in her presence. Part of that meant buying food (just fruit and tea, really) so that her fridge was stocked.

But another part was trying to keep them safe, which was where the monster killing came into play. Thought she hadn't done much of that in the City, it was refreshing to be able to slay the beasts without anyone thinking twice about it. She still held Redbird's warning close, though: there is always something stronger than you in Siren's Port. As much as Scathach loved killing them, she wasn't stupid. She didn't go out for more than an hour at a time, masking her scent, making herself untraceable. She didn't want anything following her home, after all.

But she was still finding her way around the city as well. So the days were spent wandering, picking out landmarks, memorizing the streets. She went over Redbird's information packet a little at a time, never really having had a mind for reading a lot at once. Aoife had always been the one to do the book studying, as well as the physical training. Scathach had preferred to focus on one rather than balance them with one another.

But she had turned out just fine, if she did say so herself.]

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Comments

[corks]

Thank you. This is really quite the discovery.

[There's a man with light blond hair and the most piercing of blue eyes conversing with one of the locals at the market. In the crook of the man's right arm are what at first seems to be a bunch of sticks, wrapped up in white threads and arranged in a rectangular shape, but actually, it's a very old-looking loom. What an odd thing to buy.]

[Jacob bows his head slightly at the local, smiling that ever-present smile.] Honestly, I'm glad you brought it. It's been a while since I've seen one of these things. And I'm happy I came at the right moment- you were looking to throw it away, weren't you, if no one would buy it? [A pause.] But anyways, thank you, this is what I was looking for in the first place. I'd knew you'd have it with you today.

[The local gives him a peculiar look, but before he can open his mouth and ask what that last statement meant, Jacob has turned and walked off, toting his loom along with him.]

[And as he passes by the food stand, he suddenly stops in place, as if remembering something, before heading over to the fruit booth where Scathach is standing and looking over their products with an interested little smile.]

[He's an odd one, Jacob is. But that doesn't mean he's conscious of it at all.]

[symmachy]

[Scathach hadn't been lying when she had told the shapeshifter that she was a vegetarian. When she ate humani food, she did only eat fruits and vegetables, and she only drank tea. Her body didn't need the nutrients from the food, of course. She simply enjoyed the tastes, and knew that it was easier to live with mortals if you partook in their customs. They were more likely to ignore her, to pass her on by as she did normal things.

Just as she had been about to pass by this sandy-haired man.

She had just laid one small hand on a mango when she first sensed something. It was an aura, a powerful one. There was no need for her to touch the owner for her to sense it, to smell it. A medley of scents, mostly tropical. It reminded her a bit of Brazil on the rare occasions she had made her way to the forests there. No humani she had passed in the Port so far had been in possession of such a strong aura.

So of course she turned her head just a fraction, catching sight of him from the corner of her eye, sizing him up. She saw the bundle beneath his arm, knew what it was, knew that she had to start a conversation somehow. Just to know. One thing she and Aoife had never learned to control was their curiosity.]

Nice loom.

[corks]

[He seems slightly surprised by the voice and suddenly looks up, meeting Scathach's eye and then smiling genially when he realizes what she just said.]

Ah, you recognize it? Not many people would. Yes, it is quite nice, isn't it?

[He tilts his head slightly as he puts back the apple he had been looking at.]

Do you weave? I weave tapestries in my spare time, hence why I needed this.

[symmachy]

It is. I'm impressed that you found one in such condition.

[Small looms in general were hard to come by, from her own experience. Not that she had ever specifically looked for one, but she had been to enough flea markets to know what they usually kept in stock.

A small smile touched her lips at the inquiry. She shook her head, turning away from the fruit stall to face him full-on.]

I have not woven anything in quite a while. Long enough that I believe myself to be out of practice.

[corks]

I knew it was going to be here today, but yes, it's quite rare when someone finds a loom like this. It had belonged to the man's great-grandmother, he was going to throw it out if it wouldn't sell...

[His mouth quirks upward in slight amusement, before returning to its usual calm state.]

Is that so? Well, maybe it'll come back to you once you try it again. We never really forget anything, do we?

[He shifts it under his shoulder so it won't fall, but his eyes never leave her. Eventually, he follows her lead and faces her completely instead of just looking over, that smile never leaving his face.]

I apologize for not introducing myself, by the way. My name's Jacob.

[symmachy]

[She's nearly forgotten about her own grocery shopping, now. He was interesting. She didn't know what his deal was, but she wanted to.]

You knew it would be here. [Not "I was told." "I knew." Scathach always paid attention to phrasing. God was in the details.]

We don't [She smiles back, though she doesn't show her teeth.] It's nice to meet you, Jacob. I am Scathach.

[nos_servabit]

Yes. I knew. [He says it matter-of-factly, as if they're discussing how he knew the sky was blue.]

[He bows his head slightly.] A pleasure, Scathach. That's an interesting name, is it not? Rather mythological, really.

[symmachy]

[She inclines her head slightly. This wasn't the first time she had dealt with people like... this. What "this" was she wasn't one-hundred percent sure yet, but it seemed similar to some other people she knew.

The redhead's lips quirk upwards just a bit.]

I suppose it has become that way over the years.

[nos_servabit]

It's not a very common name, either. Certainly not one I would hear where I come from. It's the sort of name you read in stories, not use to name others...

[He just stares at her for a while, blue eyes ever so piercing, before he shrugs slightly and relaxes his gaze.]

How long have you been here, Scathach?

[symmachy]

[She never drops her gaze. Scathach was not easily intimidated, even if that wasn't his intention.]

It is heard in stories, yes.

[Scatty is stating a fact.]

I have been here for just a few weeks. And you, Jacob?

[corks]

[He nods.]

For around a month or so. I haven't really counted, quite honestly. Then again, I've never really counted time, even before I came here.

[symmachy]

[She's completely forgotten about the fruit, now. She is completely focused on this man, his strangely powerful aura, and the enigmatic way in which he keeps speaking.

He reminds her of herself, in that respect.]

Before I came here, I counted every day. But--not before I got to where I came from.

[corks]

Really?

[He tilts his head, smiling slightly.]

How come?

[symmachy]

In my world... well, there wasn't much reason to count.

[Vague, but. Talking about her home world was sometimes painful.]