Mismatched Pair

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Manual labor? Van had assumed that Blue would've been straightfoward if it meant anything regarding bloodshed, ateast, that was the only thing Van would relate to their 'proffession'. But then again, she did mentioning something regarding construction yesterday. . .

Blue being a construction worker? Well, she had the stamina, but he wondered if the potential client would classify his workers by their gender. Blue - despite her nature - didn't look like much.

"Gramps used ta say -" He began, kneeling to adjust his boots. "-if ye'r not gewd with somethin', ye oughto consider gettin' betta. " He said, before he took his stand.

Granted, she would never see without direction. Today, would note her interaction with her surroundings just a tad more - just to make sure that he truly knew everything.

She was a sad person. . .

"A'm ready."

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It was true Blue was an assassin in her previous career but that did not mean she purposely sought out to take life. She was not a serial killer or psychopath that followed such deviated urges for she held none at all. True, she relished the sensations that she experienced when killing someone but she was not addicted to such exhilaration to make her openly seek out bloodshed. If anything, she thought it best to stay low for now and seek out 'normal' jobs. She was indeed experienced in the profession of killing and it was logical to seek out a job where one was gifted at but such things may draw unnecessary attention at the moment. She was still uncertain whether or not The Leaders knew of her presence. If they did, would they come after her again? And if they did not, perhaps it was best to keep a low profile for the time being.

"Alright."

She stated as she rummaged through the drawers of the room and the closet in search of clothes that would possibly fit her, even if they were not meant for her gender. Miraculously, she did find an attire for her gender, though not the style that she preferred as she could only look upon the white dress with bright, canary-yellow tulips on it that now adorned her form. The joyously colorful outfit certainly did not match her sullen and dull behavior but perhaps would brighten her appearance for any potential employer. She would rather wear men's trousers than this thing as she idely tugged at the loose hem of the dress that was meant to flutter around her legs whenever she walked. It was quite obvious that she would be considered a tomboy if one stuck around her long enough or knew of her dislike for dresses and skirts.

"Let's get going."

She stated as she put on a pair of slippers and headed out the door before descending the stairs. She had to remind herself to question Old Man later about the man who had delivered the anonymous and mysterious message to her. Perhaps it was an old client or victim who sought her out, for one reason or another. She would not focus her attention on that subject at the moment as she exited the edifice and strolled down the sidewalk. It was still early in the morning and the streets were certainly no where near as congested as they were when they arrived. The majority of the souls that were roaming around at this hours were business owners or employees that were opening their shops and preparing them for the day. They may have to wait a little while longer before they would be allowed to go into the shops.

"So what are you planning to seek out for a job?"

She asked. She doubted that they would seek out the same career so it would be wise to know any potential locations to seek him out if they were to separate at any point in their search. She honestly had no idea what type of job he would consider himself good in. Comedian? .... No, he was not funny at all, Blue thought as she strolled along, and he would only make a fool of himself. May as well spare him from any humiliation. So that assumption was thrown out. Poor Van. Blue tried to think back whether or not he had already announced what kind of work he would be looking for but nothing emerged as she turned her head to look at him, assuming that he had followed her outside into the town of Nede as people around them began to slowly open up their shops and wake up simultaneously.

A small growl from her stomach momentarily diverted her attention from Van to her abdomen. They would also need breakfast to give them strength for the day for who knew how long their job hunting would last.
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Van would stall for a time in silent contemplation regarding the unusual inn keeper that had allowed them to stay for the night and the momentary sense of displacement he had experianced during the mystical blockade that was stalled from removal, due to some senile notions. Whenever Van returned here, he was almost too certain that he would meet him again in the near future, despite the ancient appearance. For now, Old Man was absent from the counter. Perhaps Van too would have word with the keeper upon his return.

“Well, A can put ye’r slicin’dicin’ skills ta good use, if ye’r lookin fer manual.” Van said. “We’re goin’ ova ta Ol’ Shell’s Dine. Should bi a good place fer us both.”

The door sighed back with a soft close as he stepped outside to take in the heavens in contemplation, as he saw the fading figure of what was yesterday’s moon and an orange curtain that beautifully across the clouds. His crimson eyes blinked in what appeared to be recollection, as he breathed in the morning’s air, but the savoring moment was short lived. He would turn to catch of a glimpse of Blue in her attire, staring dumbfounded before a ‘Heh.’ sounded as he paced past her, almost with a flicker of a sincere grin.

“Ye’r pretty.”

Furiyen wasn’t anywhere to be noted.

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Blue regarded Van with perplexion as she was certain she had not mistaken the compliment he had just given her about her appearance. She was pretty? She made motions to follow him after he had announced that they were going to head to a certain establishment that would be good for them but continued to regard him with a slightly inquisitive demeanor now.

"I'm pretty?"

She asked curiously as they traversed across the town of Nede toward their destination. She knew she was not that unappealing since she was not overweight or had any apparent blemishes on her body but she had not been referred to as pretty before. Men had tried to be coy with her in the past but such incidents held no significance to her and proved to be more of a nuisance than anything else.

"You mean the dress is pretty?"

She suggested since people tended to have an affinity toward bright colors since they were considered warm. Not only that, the dress had the images of tulips on it, another object that society accepted as appealing in nature. Blue walked at a steady pace behind Van as she awaited him to either confirm or dismiss her assumption while her dress elegantly whispered about her legs as she walked.

She had not noticed that it appeared that Van had forgotten his important weapon who could be having a fit by now for once more being treated as if it held no significance.
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Van didn't appear to flinch or offer much of a gesture for an answer, for dismissal or acknowldegement, rather continued to pace in silence without much regard, but it was clearly no form of resentiment. Perhaps he underwent some form of contemplation, or mayhaps chose silence as his best answer. But it was the first form of solitude Van had chosen to maintain during any of their journeies so far.

They would once again pass the trading square, only - as naturally expected , less crowded -rather lacking of presence, espicially that of Hictor's. Instead, there was the old wrinkled presence that scattered the dust off to scarm and ride away on the morning breeze that paused for a moment to wave with a face spread and stretched with a sincere smile as they passed, even though they were strangers. Van responded in kind, lacking the expression ofcourse, tho the encounter never ceased his movement. He wondered what this meant for Blue tho, as the man obviously regarded both of them.

ooc: After that, have us hit the estabilshment ^^ unless you have something to offer midway and such.

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Blue did not press the subject as she was answered with silence. She knew not why he did not answer her question but it left her confused as they went along, only momentarily taking notice of the presence that appeared to wave at them in its tangible form. Blue merely stared at the mysterious entity as she tried to identify the purpose on why it acknowledge the duo. This was certainly turning out to be an interesting day.

It was not long before they arrived at the edifice that Van had spoken of as Blue stepped in after him, optics pivoting as they scrutinized the interior of the establishment, soaking in any information deemed useful. First the quantity of occupants and then the determination if any could pose a threat. Of course any could but would they?

"Tell me why we are here again, Van."

Blue demanded as her attention momentarily diverted from the habitants of the building to settle upon the Highlander.
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ooc: wonder whats Unknown upto

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Van took a moment to do his own measurings and examinations before his ear perked to blue's words, noting her demeanor. Skeptical, isn't she? Van turned to her wirh his hands shoved into his pockets as his expression, brow arching at her remark. The answer was the very same reason they debated from before, correct? "Well, ye said ya din' dew gewd 'round peeps, so dis time, ye'll bi back in da kitchen." he said with a sincere gesture. "Figured ye wouldn' mind a lil slicin' dicin' round carrots, onions and meat. In shor', ye'll bi me cookin assistant. Course, if A get lucky with da owner."

Aside from the revealation of Van's participant in the art cooking, a hard swing of alteration would be noted if the barbarian prince's body were to be revised. The once crimson hair now flourished in Raven Black Hair, and the crimson eyes - now ocean blue. Not to mention that the pale skin grew tanned.

Could this alteration result from Van and Furiyen's distance from each other?

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Blue could only raise a brow skyward as he announced that she was to be his cooking assistant if he managed to convince the owner to hire them. She had never sliced carrots or meats but if it was anything like slicing people, she supposed she could handle the job. It just may not be as messy as actually stabbing someone and getting blood all over her hands or clothes. Not having to wash her clothes afterwards would be convenient.

Though the young woman did take notice of the alterations that were commencing in Van's physical appearance. Blue could only examine him in curiosity but did not comment on the new look. She did not even know that Furiyen had an affect on Van's exterior appearance so she could not link the possibility of their distance being the cause of Van's alterations. She had not been his companion long enough to know such information.

Blue blinked before speaking.

"Do we have to tell the owner stories like the last one?"

She asked curiously.

"I do have plenty more to tell if that's a requirement."

The aroma of food that permeated the air of the edifice was tantalizing as Blue could only look down with perplexion when she heard her stomach growl in aggravation, as if to remind her that she had to eat.

"I think I'm hungry."

She stated as she placed a dainty hand on her flat abdomen.

"Can we get something to eat before you persuade the owner to hire us?"

She asked as sapphire eyes settled upon him, patiently waiting either an approval or disapproval of her request.
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[Joint post. They may be errors since I am too lazy to read through it all and check. ;P]

Blue could only raise a brow skyward as he announced that she was to be his cooking assistant if he managed to convince the owner to hire them. She had never sliced carrots or meats but if it was anything like slicing people, she supposed she could handle the job. It just may not be as messy as actually stabbing someone and getting blood all over her hands or clothes. Not having to wash her clothes afterwards would be convenient.

Though the young woman did take notice of the alterations that were commencing in Van's physical appearance. Blue could only examine him in curiosity but did not comment on the new look. She did not even know that Furiyen had an affect on Van's exterior appearance so she could not link the possibility of their distance being the cause of Van's alterations. She had not been his companion long enough to know such information.

Blue blinked before speaking. "Do we have to tell the owner stories like the last one?" She asked curiously. "I do have plenty more to tell if that's a requirement." The aroma of food that permeated the air of the edifice was tantalizing as Blue could only look down with perplexion when she heard her stomach growl in aggravation, as if to remind her that she had to eat. "I think I'm hungry." She stated as she placed a dainty hand on her flat abdomen. "Can we get something to eat before you persuade the owner to hire us?" She asked as sapphire eyes settled upon him, patiently waiting either an approval or disapproval of her request.

Van blinked and just wondered for the moment if her words had by the slightest and most unexpected chance leaned towards the possibility of sarcasm when she raised the concept of telling gruesome stories. Hell, it would've been a fitting remark if it were just that. Though, unfortunately, Van assumed that Blue never knew that her statement was right on the mark. Of course, he did make the assumption that he would have to teach her how to slice carrots and other form of vegetables. When the sound of her belly came and her statement followed did he find himself obligated to lift a fist to his mouth to suppress laughter. "Sure." He said. "An' doncha worry 'bout da owner. Hospitality's quite exceptional-" It was then when a blast of shattered glass resonated as an individual was thrown to roll across the street, stopping unconscious. "AND STAY OUT!" Roared a voice from the inside.

Blue could only blink when Van rose a fist to his mouth, curious as to why the corner of his lips appeared to be twitching after she had requested a moment to consume sustenance. But she was glad to hear that they would take the time to do so as she listened to what he had to say before the sound of shattering glass interrupted his sentence. Her attention was soon drawn toward the individual that had been thrown out of the interior of the edifice and forbidden to return. "I guess he stepped on somebody's toes that he should not have." Blue stated, the possibility that it could have been the owner that had thrown the customer out did not even cross her mind. Van had said his hospitality was quite exceptional, or was about to say it before this rude individual interrupted him. "I guess we are going in." She said and proceeded to the door, making her entrance as she stepped into the building and glanced around.

Although humble, the adornments and the atmosphere did suggest that it was a popular eatery. Whoever owned this place certainly had his love for the sea, and from the sea mayhaps the food come from. A considerably broad and large man propped his huge elbow over a tiny counter with his chin resting over a gigantic fist. Obviously depressed by past events and not in the mood to smile, until he realized Blue's entrance. . "Eggs, bacon, letus and buttered bread for the morning, madam." He suggested, obviously lacking the enthusiasm. "Least till I get a decent cook."

Blue looked to the gloomy man that did not even give a warm greeting to a new customer but instead told her the menu for the morning. But Blue did not seem to notice or care as she nodded in acknowledgement of his announcement. It was clear he needed a decent cook so she hoped Van could impress or persuade the man that did not look like he would be a walk in the park. "You may get one soon." She responded to the dull man as she approached a seat and sat down, glancing up to Van as she assumed he would have followed her inside.

"I'll take as a yes." The receiver replied, sighing as maintained himself at his disposal for one more moment as he seemed to have dreaded a thought. Almost suggesting that he didn't hear her last statement. "You can havey breakfast." He said, stepping back to a stand before he walked and disappeared somewhere beyond a door. The batting sound suggested that ht was pouring something off a pan. With a tray, organized, though seemingly lacking the sincerety, the man presented the meal, though his fingers did not seem to withdraw from the brim of the table as a recollection regarding what Blue said came to mind. "You can cook?" "Ye'r a bit tew dull der, dwain." The giant's ear perked before his brown eyes shifted towards the Highlander in inspection. "A gather dat bi ye'r previous cook. Managed ta spring yer nerves?" For a moment, Dwain stood silently as he gazed over Van's features, regarding them with a frown though did not seem bothered enough to make a remark. "He's beein over pricing the dishes during my abscense. Looking for a job?" Van smirked. "Ya wouldn't say...."

An hour later...

Blue stared placidly at the vegetables that laid out before her. She could only stare as she tried to figure out what she was suppose to do. He had instructed her to slice them into smaller sections and pieces for the food he was going to prepare. Blue raised the kitchen knife she had been instructed to use and tried to hold a carrot steady. She could do this. About twenty minutes later, an onion was thrown across the kitchen, smacking against a few pans and causing a loud ruckus while Blue rubbed at her teary eyes. "I hate onions." She muttered, enduring the stinging sensation that onions brought once they were cut open as she tried to keep from blinking since that seemed to only make the sensation worse. "That vegetable has a formidable defense mechanism. I can't really see now."

In his apron, Van watched with sweat breaking despair as the pans swayed from their spots for dreadful moments that had him skip a heart beat before he sighed in relief as the moment came to a stand still. Steam rose with delicious aroma towards whatever he was preparing as time churned, when he noted the disaster Blue was about to nvoke over the vegetables. The carrots were fine, He could fix the uneven parts, but this..."A'ight." Van sighed in frustration, taking a stand behind her. "Pay attention. A can' bi at tew places at once all da tame." Gently, Van took liberty in taking hold of Blue's shoulder, instructing her to stand at ease after he had her wash her eyelids. "Ya give ye'r eyes da distance it needs, and cut'em real smoothly. Like so.." One hand took the armed one while the other guided the left to master its grip over the different sorts. "Smoothly..Smoothly..." Van would guide her through the different sorts.

Blue blinked as Van came over to aid her, even though she was his assistant and was suppose to be helping him. She was glad once the burning sensation ebbed after washing her eyes out before Van came to show her first-hand how to cut and slice properly. She was a decent student and listened and watched inquisitively as he guided her through the process. Her eyes absorbed the information as the kitchen knife smoothly cut through the vegetables until they were neatly, if not precisely cut in the fashion that Van needed for the meal he was preparing. "I see." She said softly.

And from then did they progress, the aroma announcing works to be appreciated, or so Dwain hinted with a grin. At one point, an old man made his entrance and took the remains of dirtied boards and bowls, announcing that he would handling the cleaning. Van would turn towards Blue, patting her on the shoulder, announcing that she would take a break and feel free to watch his works, as he wiped a sweat off his forehead.

Blue looked up to Van after he patted her on the shoulder and announced that she could take a break. "Are you going to take a break as well?" She asked though it appeared that he would not. "Alright, Van but you should take a break soon too." Blue stated. She would linger to watch him work. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two about cooking by watching as she tried to keep track of the ingredients he used in his meals. She knew she would miss one or two and would make a mental note to get a notepad later to jot down the recipes. Though one time she was surprised when Van smacked her wrist when she ate a dessert that was suppose to be for a customer. "What was that for?" She asked, frowning a little while her lips were still coated in chocolate and her clothes perhaps in blood soon as she retaliated by grabbing a knife and lunging at him.

The glistening of the blade's sudden shift of motion noted danger that Van quickly registered. He quickly side-stepped away from harm's way, the blade having barely passed the side of his forearm. With the kitchen so narrow and with little space to master evasion, it had to be cut. Blood stained the blade and little stained the floor, but for the moment, Van wouldn't pay much heed to his injury. Instead, he lifted the plate off the table to add and reassemble the dish, calmy. "Dis bi da customas." The highlander responded quietly. "Least ya want ta git us fired."
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Blue glared at him, wiping the lingering chocolate from her lips as Van restored the dish after Blue had plundered it of its delicious treats. Though for the moment, she satisfied that she had managed to draw blood from him after he had chastised her for a wrong she was oblivious to. How was she to know that she was prohibited from eating any treats from the dish?

"No, I do not want to get us fired."

She stated, crossing her arms as she stared with an expression of satisfaction from the scarlet that was staining the sleeve of the arm that had been cut. It was a minor wound at best but still quite grave compared to the punishment he had given to her wrist, which had not a scratch on it.

"So when are we going back to the inn? When is our shift over?"

She prodded, looking to him for answers.

"Also, we need to speak about getting our payment. I don't know if we have enough money to last us more than a couple of days at the inn. We need to find some sort of other temporary residence."

She stated as she pulled up a stool and sat herself on it, crossing one leg over the other as she folded her hands in her lap.

"We may need to look into that next now that we have a job for the time being."
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[Joint Point again. Have fun. You owe me Van!!]

Van simply ignored her for the time being as he thought he would busy himself with reorganizing the kitchen. Tired, obviously, having not taken a break ever since the morning, but never the less - stubborn. In a manner of moments later on, the owner emerged with a sack of what seemed to be their earnings. "'ere's an immediate payment, lads. Haven't had this much of customers since last winter. You've earned it." He said, before he frowned upon the crimson streak across the oblivious Van. "Whats that?" Van paused for a moment, looking over his arm before he locked eyes with the man, trying not to peer at Blue. He managed a grin. "Ah, this. Wan'ed ta wipe da flat of a knife stain off, cut me self in da process. Nawthin fancy." "Riigh..Ye'r done for the day." The owner submitted, stalling at his position with suspicion before he made his exit. Van sighed in relief,, finally deciding to press a palm against the wound before he looked for a rag. "Ye heard da man. We're done."

Blue merely quirked a brow as she was ignored before the owner came in to give them their day's pay. She was about to answer the owner honestly about the source of Van's wound but Van decided to fabricate another story. Why he had lied, she did not know as she merely stared at Van momentarily. She shook her head and tossed him a rag. "Alright. Clean yourself up and let's go." She stated, her hands lowering down to her sides in intention to tuck them into pockets before she was reminded that she was wearing a dress, not jeans. Blue sighed and merely walked out of the kitchen as she had already washed her hands when she had taken her break. It was not long before they were walking back to the inn, Blue as silent as always except for those few times she had the inclination to speak more than a phrase or two. "Hey Van..." Blue started as they walked down the street. It had already gotten dark. "Think you can teach me how to cook later?" She asked, raising her eyes up to him. True, she may have wounded Van in the kitchen only a short time ago but she appeared rather inquisitive for once, like a small child would be, instead of that placid, indifferent expression that was familiar upon her countenance.

The Barbarian stopped at that moment, perhaps to repeat and the consume what she had announced to him before he turned quizzically at her, studying her expression with some measure of awe and curiosity before he concluded the stare with a simple smile and a nod. "Sure." He acknowledged, his hand tugging at the ragged cloth to make sure it was well fastened. Later that moment, Van offered her a question. "How old are ye?"

Blue had paused with him when he had stopped to decide whether or not to comply with her request, or that was why she thought he had stopped. She was pleased to hear that he was more than willing to teach her. And as they proceeded on toward their temporary home, Blue was posed with the question. "I am eighteen, I believe." She stated, though the reason for his inquiry was beyond her. Perhaps it was just out of mere curiosity that he desired to know her age. Blue looked around momentarily, surveying her surroundings. There were still people awake at this time of day, going out to bars and such to drink their night away. But there was still the sensation as if she was being watched.

Days later...

Blue scanned her surroundings, absorbing information as an inquisitive expression was in her optics due to the new environment she had been placed it. They were at a restaurant but not just any restaurant. It was not a restaurant that commoners would be seen in and that could be a reason on why a couple of wandering eyes were giving them suspicious looks. Chandeliers hung on the ceilings, velvet adorned the walls, silk napkins folded meticulously upon the table, and a waiter poured a glass of champagne into their glasses. This had all started when one day Van had nearly walked off without her when Blue had stopped in front of this restaurant to watch the noble people stroll in. "I wonder what makes them different from us." She had wondered aloud since noblemen always walked with an imperious ambiance about them, some undeserved. And so Blue had been determined to find out. Which had placed them here now as Blue settled her eyes upon Van who sat across from her. "I can't read the menu." She admitted since most of the names appeared to be in Latin and did not describe what the dish actually was. Blue just pointed to a name on the menu and showed the waiter before Blue allowed their waiter to take the menus away after the two had decided on a dish. Blue returned to her inquisitive examination of the interior of the luxurious building, oblivious to the stares of disdain and contempt from the other clients.

Although, not quite content with the idea of strolling into this form of a gathering, Van left the events to stroll onwards rather then prevent them. He thought better then to question the intentions of a curious child of her demeanors, simply laying his chin over a fist as he silently observed, determined to find out what she was doing through mere sight.

Blue continued on in her observations, until something appeared to catch her out of her curious examination to look upon Van. She just blinked as she noticed him watching her yet not even a single word had left him yet. "You're quiet." She stated, which was out of the ordinary for her. She canted her head as she looked to him for an answer to his unusual behavior since she was accustomed to hearing him speak, even if he only spoke to hear himself talk. "Don't feel good?" She asked while she took the slender neck of her glass and took a small sip of the champagne to get a taste of its flavor. She appeared uncertain whether or not she enjoyed the flavor as she licked her lips and placed the glass down.

"Naw. Bin awhile since A'd see meself in dis form of a fancy. A'd normally bi seatin with a clien' or tew if they had me da right jawb." However apt the response was, Van skillfully lied though not out of ill intentions. Before his blue eyes seemed to study Blue's reaction towards the drink, prompting the side of his lip to twitch. "Don' go tew deep with'ose kinda drinks lassie. Der jus' fer those who like ta forget - ta spin away from da world and der troubles. "

Blue blinked as he answered her before she stared down into the liquid and gently tipped the glass in a circular motion. "It doesn't sound too bad. I've done that a lot but it's been a while since I've gotten my hand on a bottle of vodka or whiskey." She admitted as she took another small sip from the glass. "Just haven't really had champagne in a long time as well." Blue stated before noticing his untouched glass. "Do you not like the taste?" She asked before their waiter would reappear with the meal they had ordered. It appeared one was steak, or looked to be as Blue stared at it before she watched the waiter gently unroll the utensils that were wrapped carefully in the silk napkin. Blue did not know what he was doing but her eyes narrowed dangerously when the waiter picked up a certain eating utensil. The waiter picked up a knife, in the intent to cut the steak for them. But what Blue saw was a weapon being taken up, one that was going above Van's head which initiated the next events that transpired in a blur. Gasps rang out in the chamber as the waiter nearly doubled over when he was hit, one of his arm pulled painfully behind his back as pressure was placed there to force his face into the table. Blue grasped the knife and rose it, gripping the hilt tightly as the way her muscles tensed indicated that she aimed to stab and kill the waiter.

At that moment did Van's chair fall to the floor as he quickly took hold of the girl's hand, urging her to ease as he snatched the knife away from her with a firm grip, pulling her away from the waiter whom swayed to an agonizing fall and tried to scramble to his feet. Van tossed the knife away, gazing franticly at the drawn attention before he realized there wasn't much of a lie or an example he could settle with the moment. He broke in sweat as pulled Blue by the hand to a rush outside the restaurant, chanting the words 'misunderstanding', cursing on his way out as he assumed that there would be policing figures on the way. His retreat ended at an alley way where Van sighed as he looked over his shoulder, giving Blue a chastising frown. "Da hell ya think ye were doin, lass?!" Though, he believed he had half of the answer.

Blue had to say she was quite taken aback and confused when Van had stopped her, staring at him as she obediently released the knife and came at ease. Her perplexion only grew when he rushed them out of the establishment until they were out of the public's sight only to turn around and yell at her. She just stared at him. "He had a knife." She answered. "He rose it above your head. What else was I suppose to do? With the way he was holding it, he was going to cut someone." She explained. She had only acted out of self defense before the man had done any harm to either of them.

"Oh fer cripes sake!" Van snapped as he turned towards the dead end and kicked a stone, watching it bounce off the wall to smash onto the edge of the remains of a broken crate, becoming one with the silence after the impact before he sighed to relieve the building tension. He turned to face her, smiling meekly as he scratched his scalp. "Lass." He began, looking at her. "A'd hate ta say thin's like dis, but da reality is ye'r tew paranoid fer ye'r own gewd. Naw' every gesture deserves a preemptive strike. Dat waiter planned ta cut ye'r steak, naw' me head off. Learn ta see through da intention of doer, before assumin' them. If every'an behaved like ye assumed back der, nawt many of us would be roamin da worl' now would we?"

Blue winced when Van turned around to kick at a stone. She did not understand why he was so upset at her as she watched him cautiously when he turned around to face her again. She looked up at him as he began. She was paranoid? She did not think she was. She had only reacted the way she thought was right and he was telling her she was wrong? She listened to him and considered his words. "I guess." She responded softly but she was still perplexed. "But what do you expect me to do?"

"Give'em da chance'ta reach ya so ye can betta understan'em." Van replied in the same manner, sighing through his nostrils as he closed his eyes. Perhaps his outburst was a bit too much, espicially towards one of her kind. "Not every'an lives ta kill." He looked at her one more time, considering her reaction. The poor lass. "Sarry fer yellin' at ya."

Blue was quiet as Van tried to instruct her on what to do. Not everyone lived to kill? That was true but everyone had the capacity too as she gazed at him quietly once he apologized for yelling at her. "But what if their intentions are bad?" She asked, looking to him for answers. She had grown up in a dangerous environment where everyone must be taken with suspicion and caution. Then she had taken a career where it was kill or be killed. There was a reason why she enjoyed her solitude and did not take in many companions.

"Then ye compromise accordingly. Killin' is not always da path fer resolve." He replied, softly, allowing his hand to fall to his side. "Ba' intentions can vary, but so does da gewd. Ye need ta stop livin in fear. If der is truly danger, it'll make itself obvious. And ye'r more den capable at reactin' at da tame. Learn ta seek reason. Those Noblemen weren't selflessly entering for slaughter, otherwise, not so many would come."

Blue listened and nodded slowly. "I can try." She stated. No one had come to actually kill her yet. And if they had, they had not made themselves obvious yet. Did that mean the hits on her had stopped? No, she doubted that. Then how was she suppose to decipher friend from foe? She had even been warned about Van. What was she to do? She sighed gently. "Can we go home now? I am in the mood for some cookies and you still have not taught me how to cook yet." She reminded him.

"Fer sure." Though, for this once, to test if his words were to any avail, Van approached blue with a gentle hand over her shoulder, supposedly a friendly gesture. As passive as he could be, he walked, expecting her to do so in kind.

Blue watched Van as he approached her, canting her head at the gesture. Not like he had a weapon on it and he was not aiming for her throat. She then turned to follow him, expecting that they were going back home. Perhaps he would teach her how to make cookies or some other delight as she was in the mood for a sweet. She was in the mood for something, for once, where she use to explain such notions scientifically and literally.

Well. Not the reaction that he expected, but a tleast it wasn't fatal. In time, the two would reach the inn to enter upon a silent - rather - no reception. Upon the first step onto the wooden floor, Van heard the familiar voice of his blade. "Knight to E 5." Were the words, prompting the barbarian to blink before he ventured a gaze towards Old Man's bent figure, seated at the opposite of the blade at a game of chess. Him playing the black pieces and Vice Versa for the blade. The sight was - well - a sight. Van did not bother to question, instead looked over Blue with a shrug. "Guess Ol' Man's busy." He grinned.

Blue appeared docile for the time being, as she usually did but the quiet and docile ones were always warned to be cautious around. It was not long before they arrived home and Blue looked upon the sight of Old Man and the blade playing what appeared to be a game of chess. "So it looks like it. I guess he won't mind us using his kitchen in the mean time." She stated and made her way toward the back where the kitchen was. "Teach me how to make cookies." She insisted. Some time into it and needless to say, the kitchen was starting to look a little messy. Blue could been described as being too eager to learn, which ended up with the two looking a little messy as cookie doe and sugar spotted their clothes and dresses. One from Blue tampering with the batter machine out of curiosity and the other from Blue trying to take teh sugar bag from Van. Blue glowered at Van unhappily as she had been placed in time-out, seated on a stool as she waited for Van to actually give her something to do instead of trying to jump into things. "How am I going to learn anything if I just sit here?" She asked, sneaking a small chocolate chip into her mouth before folding her hands in her lap again
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"Shaw Uuuuuuuuuuuup!" Van emphasized with a dismissal gesture, taking liberty as the master in this room before he pointed a firm finger on Blue's nose. "Ya jus' don' hav' what it takes. A should reconsidaaa!! Cookin' ain' about tryin ta jus' satisfy yer lust fer sweets, Cherry pie!"

With that, a fast hand robbed the bag of chocolate chips away from her proximity, before a huge mouth gaped and yelled. "AND IT AIN' GULPIN' Dewn a buncha chippies eitha!" Van said, slamming the delicacy with a iron hand onto the table before he suddenly turned into a mere serene posture, coughing onto his fist. "Cookin's art! Cookin's discipline! Cookin's takin da time ta Saaaaaavor!"

Until he paused, and realized that Blue wasn't registering a darn thing....

"Roigh...Do da followin.."

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Blue stared at Van placidly as he yelled at her and pointed at her nose. His behavior perplexed her, as did his outburst as she quirked a brow. Cherry pie? Where? She wondered as she glanced around the kitchen but she saw no such sign of a cherry pie. Aye, Van was indeed an odd man who made remarks and outburst that were irrelevant to the conversation as she watched him snatch away the bag of chips from her reach. The corner of her lip drew downward as she waited for him to finish before he finally composed himself.

"I don't see no cherry pie and I guess I should get a notepad and pen?"

She asked though she did not seem content. She liked hands on experience. She did not like this sitting back and taking down notes learning as she was the one already reconsidering. Sitting here and just watching him was boring. She liked it better when he actually taught her, like how he did with cutting vegetables as Blue's interest was beginning to wander about the kitchen and her fingers were getting agitated. She reached for a dagger upon her form, for they gave her a twisted sense of solace as she gripped a hilt firmly but never drew it out.
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"Aight." Van wiped the sweat off his forehead, batting powder off his apron after he had slid an entire disc of delights waiting to be baked. "Dat would've bin da firs' wave. Ye'r about ta assemble da secon'!"

Van pointed at her with firm charisma - well - almost. "Aaaand- Start!"

OOC: Tired

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Blue watched as Van slid in the first tray of cookies to be baked before he announced that she was going to assemble the second batch. She perked up and waited for the command before she stood from her chair swiftly and moved toward the items she needed with a purpose. She assumed the batch that she made was going to be for herself, at the least, as she gathered up the ingredients and began to prepare the cookies from what she could remember Van had done it.

When all was said and done, perfectly shaped discs laid upon a tray, awaiting to be delivered to the oven so that they could be baked and then eaten after their departure from the heated compartment.

"So how did I do?"

She asked curiously, a smudge or two upon her cheek and nose but she managed not to get any mess upon her clothing. She waited for an approval or disapproval of her work as she folded her hands in front of herself. Depending on his assessment of her work would determine her reaction in the next coming minutes.
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"Salvation is just a figment of the imagination." - Fiona Deirdre