10-22-2015, 10:21 PM
"You know, when I sat down right here to finally meet you after four hours of walking, I wasn't exactly thinking about waiting a little longer for you to fucking look at me," Ballad finally said after about five minutes of waiting for this asshat to fucking look at him.
That got his attention. The man's eyes adjusted to look at Ballad from behind his silver mug, his eyes running down his green attire, his bumpy green skin, and his eyebrows froze in a frowning expression. The man had eyes you would swear fit perfectly on a judge in a court of law; always cold and unforgiving. Ballad could tell emotions from people from how their eyes looked most of the time, though this is admittedly because he rarely saw an eyebrow move back at home. A rather odd thing, too. How the people here had the ability to move their eyebrows the way they did was a mystery to Ballad. He didn't care though. Figuring out how people moved their eyebrows to represent their emotions were the least of his problems, no matter how petty they appeared to be.
The man moves his mug away from his mouth, the bubbly brown elixir wetting his goatee and mouth area. He holds his flagon in the air with his ornately gloved left hand, a smug smile on his face. His feet remained on top of the wooden table, not even attempting to hide his head from Ballad's glare. He knew who the green goblin thing was. Who wouldn't considering he was a felon wanted for the deaths of an entire Empire squad of stormtroopers. It wasn't too much to brag about, but he had to admit that he was impressed. He'd make a rather fine addition...
"I was wondering when you'd show up, Executioner Ballad." said the man, keeping his smirk in plain sight for Ballad to cringe at. His teeth were white as snow, and provided an unusual contrast with his dusty brown goatee.
"Don't even try to act smart." Ballad warned, his gloved left hand underneath the table gripping his left leg, the knuckles underneath tightening. He pierced the man's smug looking face with his yellow eyes, with every bit of emotion being visible from it. The man appeared to understand, as his smile slowly disappears from his face.
"Of course. Where are my manners?" the man says in a sarcastic tone of voice. He was about to continue the act when he looked back at Ballad's face, seeing them wide open, the black pupils of his eyes keeping him in place. Ballad was breathing quietly, though his chest rose and fell like that of a wild predator taking in a few deep breaths as it waited for its prey to pop out in the open field, with only its mental prowess preventing it from just springing out into the field to chase whatever happened to be in front of it at the time.
The man slid his feet off of the table, with a few patrons nearly getting brained as the steel boots clanged against the stone floor. Twisting himself to face Ballad, he straightened himself out in his sitting position, slamming the silver mug on the wooden table. The beverage within sloshed, with some of it spilling out onto the table. The man looked down at the table, his black, expertly groomed hair being the only thing visible to Ballad before he looked back up at him, his smile returning.
"I'm sure you've guessed it already, but my name is Percival Mc'Seer. And I already know who you are." Percival suavely spoke, reaching out towards Ballad with his left hand. Ballad simply sat in front of him, not even bothering to look at the hand so courteously and politely raised out to him. His smile fading once more, Percival drew his hand back, placing it on the table.
"Now.. I contacted you today because.. well, you're well known for a reason. Everyone in Camelot knows who you are, and you and I both should know why...." Percival stopped talking for a few seconds, as if waiting for Ballad to answer a question he didn't even ask. After receiving no reply, he continued "Remember back at the Nexus? The place with the fountain? You also remember those white armored troopers? Those were soldiers for a faction called the Empire. They reside on Coruscant, led by their wretched Lord Emperor. We've been at war with them for who knows how long, and right now, we are in the need of-"
"No."
Percival held his mouth agape, not expecting to be interrupted in such a manner. He squinted his eyes somewhat, his face contorting in confusion.
"I...I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard me perfectly fine."
"I.. what?"
"Are you a literal child who has to be reminded of every single stupid detail?! I said no!" Ballad says, raising his voice to the point where some nearby patrons were looking at the group in a perplexed manner.
Ballad stopped talking, allowing what he said to sink in. Ballad's words finally striking something within his brain, Percival's face twitched slightly, his eyes fluttering before moving his hands up to his head. I don't understand.... he didn't even.. but... why?
"Quit crying into your gloves. You look like a kid doing that." Ballad relayed, his tone devoid of any caution. Did this guy seriously think I'd join their military? Hell fucking no I wouldn't! Only impressionables would do something like that.
Judging from Mc'Seers reaction to what Ballad had said, him being impressionable might not have been very far from the truth. By now, the bar had gotten even more packed than before, with the sounds of whoops and hiccups and cups clinking against each other filling the air with a lively atmosphere. Percival couldn't have picked a less out-of-place location to meet than The Barley-Shoppe.
Rubbing his hands down his face, Percival meekly replies "But... why?"
Ballad's eyeballs appeared to transform somehow. Instead of just ovalish shaped eyes with black dots in them, they became something... different. Not physically, but psychologically. To repeat, Ballad could easily tell an emotion just from looking at someone's eyes. This works both ways. What his eyebrows could conceal, his eyes could not. His eyes revealed a lot of things. They uncovered a deep memory in his mind, one that had been lost to the blizzards for a very long time. With this memory came the reasons, and with the reasons... came the pain.
A supernatural force hurling from within, Ballad raises his clenched right fist, knocking the silver mug off of the table. It flies across the bar, knocking against a nearby table before spilling its contents onto the hardened floor. At this time, Percival's look of confusion was replaced by one of complete fear as Ballad slams his fist against the table, standing back up. Whatever ability he had before to keep his emotions locked up was gone. The keys to the cage had been found... and the animal released.
"Listen to me, you goddamn worthless piece of shit!" Ballad snarled, jabbing his left index finger in Percival's face, "If you even so much as THINK I do things without a reason for doing it, I will rip off your jaw with my pickaxe, you understand me?!" By now, almost the entire bar was witnessing the episode going on between Percival and Ballad, and everyone was completely surprised by the words being spewed from his mouth.
"But just so you asked, I will tell. I do not give a flying shit about your 'war.' You fuckers probably did something to get you INTO this war, so its not the 'Empire' fully, is it?" Before Mc'Seer could get a word in, he stabbed his finger into his forehead, continuing his angry rant, "I refuse to help you continue a war you fuckers might've started for your own selfish desires. I don't care about you, I don't care about the war, and I don't care about Camelot."
Percival looked back up towards Ballad, having been staring at the ground like a crying child stared at the ground as he waited for his punishment like a good boy. Ballad's eyes punched him hard. A look of insanity displayed on his eyes, and a bunch of sweat rolled down his cheeks. At least.. it looked like sweat. It was rather hot in here.
Before he could say anything else, however, Ballad turned around, pushing some random schmoe out of the way before passing through the stunned crow, exiting the bar and going back out into the streets of Minas Tirith.
That got his attention. The man's eyes adjusted to look at Ballad from behind his silver mug, his eyes running down his green attire, his bumpy green skin, and his eyebrows froze in a frowning expression. The man had eyes you would swear fit perfectly on a judge in a court of law; always cold and unforgiving. Ballad could tell emotions from people from how their eyes looked most of the time, though this is admittedly because he rarely saw an eyebrow move back at home. A rather odd thing, too. How the people here had the ability to move their eyebrows the way they did was a mystery to Ballad. He didn't care though. Figuring out how people moved their eyebrows to represent their emotions were the least of his problems, no matter how petty they appeared to be.
The man moves his mug away from his mouth, the bubbly brown elixir wetting his goatee and mouth area. He holds his flagon in the air with his ornately gloved left hand, a smug smile on his face. His feet remained on top of the wooden table, not even attempting to hide his head from Ballad's glare. He knew who the green goblin thing was. Who wouldn't considering he was a felon wanted for the deaths of an entire Empire squad of stormtroopers. It wasn't too much to brag about, but he had to admit that he was impressed. He'd make a rather fine addition...
"I was wondering when you'd show up, Executioner Ballad." said the man, keeping his smirk in plain sight for Ballad to cringe at. His teeth were white as snow, and provided an unusual contrast with his dusty brown goatee.
"Don't even try to act smart." Ballad warned, his gloved left hand underneath the table gripping his left leg, the knuckles underneath tightening. He pierced the man's smug looking face with his yellow eyes, with every bit of emotion being visible from it. The man appeared to understand, as his smile slowly disappears from his face.
"Of course. Where are my manners?" the man says in a sarcastic tone of voice. He was about to continue the act when he looked back at Ballad's face, seeing them wide open, the black pupils of his eyes keeping him in place. Ballad was breathing quietly, though his chest rose and fell like that of a wild predator taking in a few deep breaths as it waited for its prey to pop out in the open field, with only its mental prowess preventing it from just springing out into the field to chase whatever happened to be in front of it at the time.
The man slid his feet off of the table, with a few patrons nearly getting brained as the steel boots clanged against the stone floor. Twisting himself to face Ballad, he straightened himself out in his sitting position, slamming the silver mug on the wooden table. The beverage within sloshed, with some of it spilling out onto the table. The man looked down at the table, his black, expertly groomed hair being the only thing visible to Ballad before he looked back up at him, his smile returning.
"I'm sure you've guessed it already, but my name is Percival Mc'Seer. And I already know who you are." Percival suavely spoke, reaching out towards Ballad with his left hand. Ballad simply sat in front of him, not even bothering to look at the hand so courteously and politely raised out to him. His smile fading once more, Percival drew his hand back, placing it on the table.
"Now.. I contacted you today because.. well, you're well known for a reason. Everyone in Camelot knows who you are, and you and I both should know why...." Percival stopped talking for a few seconds, as if waiting for Ballad to answer a question he didn't even ask. After receiving no reply, he continued "Remember back at the Nexus? The place with the fountain? You also remember those white armored troopers? Those were soldiers for a faction called the Empire. They reside on Coruscant, led by their wretched Lord Emperor. We've been at war with them for who knows how long, and right now, we are in the need of-"
"No."
Percival held his mouth agape, not expecting to be interrupted in such a manner. He squinted his eyes somewhat, his face contorting in confusion.
"I...I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard me perfectly fine."
"I.. what?"
"Are you a literal child who has to be reminded of every single stupid detail?! I said no!" Ballad says, raising his voice to the point where some nearby patrons were looking at the group in a perplexed manner.
Ballad stopped talking, allowing what he said to sink in. Ballad's words finally striking something within his brain, Percival's face twitched slightly, his eyes fluttering before moving his hands up to his head. I don't understand.... he didn't even.. but... why?
"Quit crying into your gloves. You look like a kid doing that." Ballad relayed, his tone devoid of any caution. Did this guy seriously think I'd join their military? Hell fucking no I wouldn't! Only impressionables would do something like that.
Judging from Mc'Seers reaction to what Ballad had said, him being impressionable might not have been very far from the truth. By now, the bar had gotten even more packed than before, with the sounds of whoops and hiccups and cups clinking against each other filling the air with a lively atmosphere. Percival couldn't have picked a less out-of-place location to meet than The Barley-Shoppe.
Rubbing his hands down his face, Percival meekly replies "But... why?"
Ballad's eyeballs appeared to transform somehow. Instead of just ovalish shaped eyes with black dots in them, they became something... different. Not physically, but psychologically. To repeat, Ballad could easily tell an emotion just from looking at someone's eyes. This works both ways. What his eyebrows could conceal, his eyes could not. His eyes revealed a lot of things. They uncovered a deep memory in his mind, one that had been lost to the blizzards for a very long time. With this memory came the reasons, and with the reasons... came the pain.
A supernatural force hurling from within, Ballad raises his clenched right fist, knocking the silver mug off of the table. It flies across the bar, knocking against a nearby table before spilling its contents onto the hardened floor. At this time, Percival's look of confusion was replaced by one of complete fear as Ballad slams his fist against the table, standing back up. Whatever ability he had before to keep his emotions locked up was gone. The keys to the cage had been found... and the animal released.
"Listen to me, you goddamn worthless piece of shit!" Ballad snarled, jabbing his left index finger in Percival's face, "If you even so much as THINK I do things without a reason for doing it, I will rip off your jaw with my pickaxe, you understand me?!" By now, almost the entire bar was witnessing the episode going on between Percival and Ballad, and everyone was completely surprised by the words being spewed from his mouth.
"But just so you asked, I will tell. I do not give a flying shit about your 'war.' You fuckers probably did something to get you INTO this war, so its not the 'Empire' fully, is it?" Before Mc'Seer could get a word in, he stabbed his finger into his forehead, continuing his angry rant, "I refuse to help you continue a war you fuckers might've started for your own selfish desires. I don't care about you, I don't care about the war, and I don't care about Camelot."
Percival looked back up towards Ballad, having been staring at the ground like a crying child stared at the ground as he waited for his punishment like a good boy. Ballad's eyes punched him hard. A look of insanity displayed on his eyes, and a bunch of sweat rolled down his cheeks. At least.. it looked like sweat. It was rather hot in here.
Before he could say anything else, however, Ballad turned around, pushing some random schmoe out of the way before passing through the stunned crow, exiting the bar and going back out into the streets of Minas Tirith.
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