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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 6:47 am
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"Hey, hey. I'm a lover, not a fighter." He had never been romantic with anyone a day in his life, but Klaas will use that as an excuse. He really did think of himself as someone who'd rather make out with their enemy than fight with them. No, it wasn't practical, but did that matter? Not to him, but possibly to this guy, who seemed like he had been fighting every day of his life. "I mean... No offense to that, just.." He gave a nervous laugh.
"It happened because. ...Yeah probably. I think I need more practice, but man, I don't like it.." He wanted to be a healer to help people, not fend them off. Maybe it went hand-in-hand and he picked his profession with a naive mind. It wouldn't be the first time he's rushed something important in his life.
When he got a poke in the chest he let out a yelp and just batted the other's hand a bit. "Hey.. I'm tender, don't poke me. ...I mean. ..You could.. kiss me if you really wanted to be sure I was okay."
With the amount Klaas was now flirting and running his mouth, he'd be fine. He'd have to take it easy for a couple of days, but he would make a full recovery.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 7:25 am
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"Eh?" Wait, what? Good looking? Was the guy trying to throw him off kilter so that he could have another go or something? For a moment he found himself on guard, waiting for whatever it was that he might be planning... but nothing seemed to be coming. Instead it just seemed as though it was a random compliment that the guy was giving out? So long as it wasn't a trick then he supposed that he'd take it.
Shifting so that he was sitting down in front of the healer he listened in as he said that he could tend to himself. That made sense, he didn't have healing powers after all. So there really was no reason to be worried about it. Save for the whole legs made of sea foam thing. After a moment he asked, "Sea... foam?" What did that meant?
"Eh? Yeah, I rather enjoy pitting myself against anyone or anything that I can find. People, beasts, whatever crosses my path on a regular day." At the mention of his reasons he thought on it a moment, head cocked to one side, then said, "I suppose there is a specific monster I'd like to find one day, but other then that it's mostly because it's fun." What other reason did a person need for going after a good fight then because it was enjoyable?
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 7:38 am
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"Do you not get complimented often?"
Klaas had noticed it seemed the other didn't understand why he said he was good looking. Gahiji was! He had that whole brooding, mysterious thing working for him, plus he was ripped, and was good at fighting. He was a catch to anyone, man or woman, as far as Klaas was concerned. Still, the guy didn't look too comfortable with it, so maybe he'd just let it alone.
"Sea foam. It looks like it's ...solid, but really it's not. It means my legs feel wobbly and I won't be able to properly stand up for a few moments."
Did this one really never leave? He squinted. Gahiji was just opening up more and more questions for the Oban.
"Oh. ...So uuuh. What makes it fun? It seems like a lot of work for not a lot of pay off. See, I can heal people and I have the knowledge, while I'm around, they're going to be okay." He hadn't lost anyone yet. He prayed to the gods he never did. "So what drives you to fight? Just instinct? Protecting someone or something?" It was a polite way of asking 'are you a feral person'. At least, that's what Klaas was hoping.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 9:38 am
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So he was the type of man who got an adrenaline high and enjoyed it. Where as Klaas got that high and panicked and made stupid mistakes, it would seem. He wouldn't understand that line of thought even if he tried his hardest to. So he just shrugged and gave the other a grin as he talked. He was passionate about fighting, it made Gahiji's whole face light up. He looked a lot more animated this way.
"I see, I see. That's good! Having fun, doing what you love, that's something a lot of people can't claim they do. Me? I... while I don't have fun healing, it's not... not fun. I just have to be more studious and serious than anything. There's still so much I don't know how to do." He sighed and looked at his staff. It had been so useless during the fight. He felt a little betrayed but it, if he was honest.
The Oban shifted his legs again and found they weren't as weak as they were before, so he shifted into a more comfortable position before trying to stand up. He used his staff as an anchor, something to lean on so he wouldn't face plant.
"Sooo. ...If you feed me I'll... tend to any wounds you might have."
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