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Rin was tempted to sigh. Although she had recently returned from a mission a few days back, she was already itching to begin another. She lived for battle, yearned for duels, and craved the feeling of adrenaline during a fight. Chewing on her lower lip, she considered the though of approaching a commanding officer and demanding a task to be given. Who knows whether or not I'd be assigned at the chicken coop, though. Scowling deeply, mask obscuring her facial features save the crease on her forehead, she grunted in annoyance. After a few more steps, she was forced to swerve sharply to the side to avoid slicing a man walking a few feet ahead. Stopping the twirl in her blade, she irritably growled, "Move it." Whether or not the man heard, she tapped both blades against her bare belly, relishing in the cold that the blade brought against her heated flesh. She took a this moment to examine the debonair air that surrounded him, plus the sheathed blade. She rolled her eyes. Typical. A man with a big, bad sword.

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Gently prodded the sides of the horse, she took off with the horse in slow pace before speeding up in open space. Rushed out from the gate, they went straight in full speed aiming to finish their journey as quick as possible. Opposing the incoming slight cold wind, she kept a good watch at the front and surrounding and making sure that there isn't something suspicious hid from their view. Caution was needed since she couldn't be sure if nothing wouldn't attack them when they aren't aware. Even though it was simple escort mission, there was no guarantee on safetiness of their life. While she was checking out for any trap on their path, she was multitasking listening to what Akahanna had spoken. "Wind is elements come from nature. Anything from nature is nice." Briefly said, she summarized her love for many stuffs in two simples sentences. Yes, she loved everything that nature gave excluding the natural disasters. She believed that all of natural disasters are punishment that bethrow on the sinner who hurt the world balance. It was unfortunate for innocent to die along the sinner, but sometime it couldn't be help. 'I didn't expect her to make a friendly conversation though. Well, it's kind of good than awkward silence.' She mildly thought focusing attention forward.

[[OOC: Do you want a time skip? Skip to the part where they reach the destination. @Tsuki= Nice to see you here. ^^]]

"I'm not so foolish as to allow that to happen. I know my weapons, and I am confident in my skills. Apart from the knowledge of battling with dragons," she smirked, "I still have the urge for battle and blood. It is simply a matter to be known and held. This is my style of living, whether you like it or not." Rin swiveled the blade in the air, continuing to twirl it professionally around her deft fingers. Although annoyed by the man, she awaits in vague curiosity for his response.

{OOC: It's just the way she talks. ^-^ She's the kind of 'sophisticated' person that speaks like other people don't.}




Rin arched her right eyebrow in amusement. This character certainly had some bite to him, instead of all bark. She grinned faintly behind her mask, knowing that her cheeks showed the motion. "Simply because I said the action was foolish, doesn't mean I think of me as such. Foolish represents my concept and opinion on the idea. As for the weapon, that is also another opinion and voice of my own." Rolling her shoulders, she added thoughtfully, "You take things quite seriously. It's amusing." Mockingly pointing her index finger at herself, she invited, "Please, continue with your remarks. I find it highly entertaining while I wait for something to do."

Rizack rolled his eyes. "I amuse you? My life goal must be set then." he responded, taking a moment to glance at his weapon. If it had it's own voice he would have surely smashed it. He looked away from the weapon within a moment. So he tickled her fancy? That's wonderful he thought after. A true cynic at heart. Unlike any recruits that seemed lost and had the look of a scared person he looked more observant.

For example the girl pacing back and forth, biting her lip, and such. Three signs of nervousness. She then looked up as if praying. Slightly religious if at all. Meaning she was praying for help. That's how he deduced se thought she would screw something up. His stance was not slightly hunched like most people who walked. His back was entirely erect, being in total balance.

If you saw the beginning if his sword you'd see it wasn't made if metal. Like some a kind of ivory the had little spikes protruding out on the edge of the blade
. You could see from the displacement meaning two things: the sword was a tad too big for its sheath, and he probably stole the sword. He had simple leather padding on. Enough to be flexible but you could see it wasn't the work of a master. Meaning he came from a relatively poor family.

Rizack raised an eyebrow. "An ironic story of revenge filled with sighs." he said, avoiding clear details. He lifted the blade a foot up, not enough to leave the sheath, but enough to see its composition. The way it slashed at the air... if the air had a voice it would be screaming. He didn't flinch at the sound unlike most people despite having never actually used it. It was reserved for more... large foes. The handle had an average one, but that where the metal should be pure ivory was. The edges were sharpened on the front side, where Rizack would bring it down to slash at his enemies. Something about it would tell you to never want contact with it.

He let go of the handle and the blade fell back into it's sheath, recreating the screaming effect. A simple red stone was on the handles end. The color looked like it had spent some time bathing in blood. A truly horrid blade. "Yes I find humoring women one of my favorite tasks." he stated. She had her sheaths behind her which wasn't the bet idea. Either she was confident that no one could sneak up on her or she had her knives in her hands a lot. She was wearing minimal clothing meaning she was agile and probably had good aim. How could he figure that out? He had seen a bandit dressed as such, not that she was or he saw her as such, and saw them easily kill several fully armed soldiers.

Rizack flashed a smile at that remark. "Not every maiden. Just as long as they have lived their lives in a faraway tower with a dragon guarding it. Otherwise there's hardly danger and not as exciting." he joked as he noticed how she looked at the red stone at the hand of the swords handle. He normally kept it covered but he decided not to as much. When she adjusted her mask he figured either A, she had someone looking for her and she's hiding her identity, B, the lower part of her face is decayed ((phantom of the opera anyone?)), or C, she was just bored without it.