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It would have been nothing beyond an ordinary “day off,” leisurely strolling the streets of Alexandria before nightfall... however, as he rounded the corner, he was met by a familiar and ever auspicious sight. Recognizing those distinct brunette curls and, well, everything else about the lovely lady who now strode ahead of him, deep doe eyes dazzled - unrealistically so.
Lorien smiled to himself like a hopeless fool.
Oh, but what could he say to her? Just another little hello?
What manner of excuse did he have to catch up to her this time?
He was going to have to think fast, her walk already seemed somewhat brisk.
In fact, it was as if she was specifically keen on losing a pursuer… huh.
Maybe it was only his imagination. Even so, it got the better of him. Briefly, he glanced about the area to see if he could spot the possible culprit. If there was one... (He doesn’t know.)
╼ ༺ :|| Spotting that violinist along the path spurred a little detour as to avoid an irritant fawning session and ultimately spare him whatever harsh words that would eventually fall from her tongue. This wasn't an evening for sour dealings.
It was to be a night of calm solace by the docks for gentle waves against the harbor and the distinct scent of sea salt wafting through the air...
Firstly, she had to get through this patrol without hinderance. Personally seeing unto the townspeople concerning any harassment issues of outsiders was the evening's sole objective. Or rather... had been. Upon a avian whistle reverberating across decorative stonework, it was distinct enough through calculative scrutiny that her pacing slowed. And were it not for an out of season bird, she may have ran blindly into whatever trap lay ahead.
Beatrix made use of the admiring citizens spotting their famous General, smiling fondly at them with reverent bow one of her standing might offer in service- as if this was something she meant to do all along. For them, she would not give altercation. This may have been her beloved city, filled with devotees of every size and species, but with the final touching of rebuilding drawing to a close, there were still those visiting from beyond Alexandrian territory which held a more personal grudge for their destroyer kingdom. Namely its hailed champion, the merciless killer ...not that she could blame them. It was for the city's sake she not stain its reputation further with any retribution liken unto her past self would exact.
Lingering within reflection gave the golden child plenty of time to close the distance previously made.
While she wasn't entirely thrilled, no time was wasted grabbing Lorien's arm when he finally did waltz up that Beatrix promptly began dragging the musician back the way they previous came. Heel turning with retreating footfalls, the wide-eyed townspeople said nothing where they knew it was better than raise question. Thankfully, too, for a dusk painted face void of emotion refused to presently elaborate this sudden action.
Tsk.
It merely pained her to flee. But as if a gentle reminder, Save the Queen weighed heavy at her waist, begging draw.
@box-of-characters You don't want her helping....
Bea's turn with some shades~
I've heard the reason General Beatrix wears an eye patch is actually because it's a fashion accessory. She never lost her eye in the war. It was a rumor hatched to make her appear more intimidating.
And it works!
Has anyone actually seen the general remove her patch and show what remains behind it? It's a pristine, perfectly working eye! Don't believe me? Try taking it off. She'll clearly push back so not to reveal the truth!
@asheanon from hiding behind Branson
╼ ༺ :|| In her own rights, she was a celebrity all the same, with regards in well respected light as much as non. However, with leadership skills as superior as one in her standing possessed, this General did not exude apparent fashion for small talk. Ever the stoic, business oriented individual, it was a wonder how she even came about some of the friends she did have. Even so, Branson's blunt acknowledgment of his companion's tendencies gave rise to a brief, unexpected chortle.
Dismissing her presence at the first opportune moment had been a kind alternative. It was moments like this when she did wish for privacy in her own little world from those admirers like Lorien which possessed capacity to drain her patience. She at least had given him credit for the courage to approach when letters of those who did not gathered as ashes within her fireplace.
An eye peering over the mug at Lorien shifted towards the now visual barrier of a Burmecian, and something akin towards her own silent gratitude softened in that same gaze.
"Had I known, I'd have left you all unto your own affairs and not riled your companion with my graces." A pause caught atop her breath when that histrionic individual reached over other jovial patrons temporarily in volume, then promptly followed by an inaudible click behind closed lips. "...But I take it you're around this sort of commotion often."
Though not fully relaxed, Beatrix did lean back in the respite where attention shifted towards new company, Branson- the group's guitar player. Despite discovering a semblance of familiarity with such solemn presence midst roaming spotlights, rat and general couldn't have been the most enjoyable of company.
"Do you enjoy it?"
@rcsetorn sent: "For one who possesses a little more otherworldly knowledge on the matter... what is it that makes a soul greater than another?"
|| || "I wonder. What distinguishes a skilled swordsman such as yourself from the rest? What grants one the tongue of a legendary poet, or the hands of a master sculptor? The gap between 'good' and 'great' is not so readily bridged by explanation."
He cocked his head slightly-- mock thoughtfulness.
"Just so with souls. Some fruits are simply sweeter than others~."
Leaning closer over Beatrix's shoulder, his contemplative smile transformed, sharpening like a knife across his otherworldly face. "Now, what might have prompted such a specific question?"
╼ ༺ :|| There was nothing which would cause a retreating step away, yet the proximity of falling breaths across her shoulder simply prompted the warning shift of a singular gaze.
Any excuse for a boast of her abilities never wasted, she explained just as requested. "Just so you think I am born with such skills is true, yes. However just as one might polish a jewel that it may shine brighter, my swordsmanship grew unparallel."
Letter opener in hand, the General lazily held it aloft where it would rest at those grim grinning lips.
"The land has her classes of society and laws, but should a peasant to rise to fame and riches, would their soul, too, grow sweet? Or perhaps a nobleman of pure blood fallen in tarnished favor dull. Are we to be as we always were? And... as we always will be?"
He needs sleep.
And a detox...
Send "What if they kissed?"
and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"
Rests head on your muse's shoulder.
Would almost offer spontaneous kiss from a rose....
fabricated by era
Her role as a hospital doctor has always been the public knowledge, however Beatrix Ronelle is also a respectable Umbrella bioanalyst experimenting with her own pet project. Unfortunately it is the Raccoon City incident which pushes the boundaries of secrecy and a change in priorities.
( lyric dialogue prompts taken from various hozier songs. free to change how you seem fit. )
So....
At least for a month or two, here in a few weeks I'll be taking an extra day every week from work. With that I'm hoping to get to personal things and betterment in general.
