12-12-2015, 12:12 PM
Koal's head stayed up, his tears all but gone. His sorrow was spent. For now at least. But that's not what he was worried about right now. His attention had zeroed in on the gunslinger who had his back to Koal at the moment. Koal might not be the smartest person, but he was good at reading people. It was how you survived in the Fringe. You had to know how to read between the lines so that you could decipher what people really meant when they spoke. And right now, the man in front of him look downright crushed. He apparently had some demons of his own.
Koals' fingers started twitching, itching to grab the sword slung over his shoulder. But Koal also sensed that the man in front of him wasn't any danger. Not yet. But emotions are volatile, very manipulative. They made you do things that you wouldn't rationally do. So Koal tread lightly. 'I don't even know this guys' name! The thought almost made Koal laugh. But laughter wasn't the most appropriate action right now. "Guess I might as well tell you my name." Koal was talking in a neutral tone, as to avoid another confrontation. " I'm Koal. Koal Lynch."
When the man made no effort to move or even speak, Koal shook his head. Might as well try to get something productive done. Koal sat down on the ground and drew out the rainbow-hued ball of Omnilium. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He conjured up an mage of one of his favorite dishes that his mother used to make. The loaf of brown, grainy bread that was served with every meal they ate. A platter of cooked chicken, coked to a beautiful golden-brown color. Koals' mouth was beginning to water at the thought.
About 10 Minutes later
Koal opened his eyes and was greeted by the wonder sight and smell of his mother's cooking. Koal gave himself a small mental pat on the back and prepared to dig in. But then Koals' thoughts returned to the green gunsmith, who was still standing a few feet away, deep in thought. Why can't I just be selfish? Koal complained to himself.
Koal stood up and approached the other. He tapped him on the shoulder. The other man jolted at the touch and whirled around to see who would even think about touching him. His eyes held an unimaginable amount of anger and pain. Koal held up a hand to stop the rant that was undoubtedly coming. Koal gestured to the food sitting close by on a thick blanket. "Since you were bitching about being so hungry earlier..." He figured he let the other finish the thought.
Koals' fingers started twitching, itching to grab the sword slung over his shoulder. But Koal also sensed that the man in front of him wasn't any danger. Not yet. But emotions are volatile, very manipulative. They made you do things that you wouldn't rationally do. So Koal tread lightly. 'I don't even know this guys' name! The thought almost made Koal laugh. But laughter wasn't the most appropriate action right now. "Guess I might as well tell you my name." Koal was talking in a neutral tone, as to avoid another confrontation. " I'm Koal. Koal Lynch."
When the man made no effort to move or even speak, Koal shook his head. Might as well try to get something productive done. Koal sat down on the ground and drew out the rainbow-hued ball of Omnilium. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He conjured up an mage of one of his favorite dishes that his mother used to make. The loaf of brown, grainy bread that was served with every meal they ate. A platter of cooked chicken, coked to a beautiful golden-brown color. Koals' mouth was beginning to water at the thought.
About 10 Minutes later
Koal opened his eyes and was greeted by the wonder sight and smell of his mother's cooking. Koal gave himself a small mental pat on the back and prepared to dig in. But then Koals' thoughts returned to the green gunsmith, who was still standing a few feet away, deep in thought. Why can't I just be selfish? Koal complained to himself.
Koal stood up and approached the other. He tapped him on the shoulder. The other man jolted at the touch and whirled around to see who would even think about touching him. His eyes held an unimaginable amount of anger and pain. Koal held up a hand to stop the rant that was undoubtedly coming. Koal gestured to the food sitting close by on a thick blanket. "Since you were bitching about being so hungry earlier..." He figured he let the other finish the thought.