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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 1, 2013 23:53:10 GMT -5
Kim's eyes were narrowed as she cautiously made her way down the ramp, balanced along the railing that lead down into the Subway. She hopped off the rail when she reached the bottom of the ramp, sticking to the wall of the tunnel and muttering curses under her breath. It wasn't unusual for her to be irritable, but today was a special occasion. She'd started to have the dreams again--about Leon, her less-than-half brother. There was that one time where she'd exposed herself in front of him, and she would never be able to live it down; he'd even killed her before, but she let her anxiety take over and show weakness in front of him. She couldn't even kill what he cared the most about, and that was even worse. At times she felt she wasn't even worthy of being his opponent. Kim could feel in her bones that she was much stronger than he was in physical combat, but her mental stability stood in the way of his defeat. He was clever with words and tried to twist her words against her with every chance he got. That wasn't even why she loathed him so much; to be related to such scum was much more terrible than to lose to him psychologically. She couldn't get her last battle with him out of her head. No matter how many fights Kim had encountered afterward, the one with her brother didn't even compare to them.
She walked along the walls of the Subway, pondering silently to herself. There were a bunch of weak monsters around her, hiding in the shadows, quietly begging to be killed by her. However, there were no voices today, and nobody inside interrupted her usual gait from scaring off the weak to killing them. She had always complied to whatever orders those inside her had issued. If Kim hadn't killed her therapist, she'd probably know what to do about her disorder...but the voices told her to kill him.
Across the tracks was a group of monsters that seemed to act high and mighty. Instead of lowering their heads when she walked by like the other monsters, they nearly made direct eye contact with her. That was odd, and she had to fix that. Stepping onto the tracks, she leapt to the other side, approaching them at a slow pace that appeared to be even more intimidating because they had more time to fear her. "So what're you talking about?" Kim threw a punch that caused a dent in the subway wall, right next to the leading monster of the gang's head. "Having fun enjoying the darkness?" She wasn't really angry, but there was nothing to do, and they did provocatively irritate her. Every single monster in the area knew not to cross her and to just fear her in silence. They knew to respect her and not utter a word in her presence. Those who disobeyed took ages to regenerate, and those who were thinking about disobeying the natural order of the Subways looked over the possibilities once more. So why was this weak-looking group inviting injury in plain sight, without any powerful monsters around? Were they asking for death?
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 5, 2013 20:31:56 GMT -5
Fang only talked to monsters for the sake of his won amusement. They were fools, nothing but toys. But it didn't change the fact that he would be so very bored without his playthings. Listening to them babble gained him quite a lot of information about what was going on since they usually only complained about the creatures they had bones to pick with. Another thing about them was that they were amazingly simple to get on your side. Winning a monster over took a few compliments and a few agreeable words. You didn't even have to submit to them. With mortals, he even sometimes had to falsely swear loylaty before turning to cut them down- stab them in the back. Maybe this was because humans were just that power hungry.
Suddenly, however, the groupd fell silent and Fang peeked curiously over one monster's shoulder. There were a few whispers among the groups. "It's Kim. Just don't look at her." So the vixen, of course, defied the rules and stared straight into her umber eyes just to see what would happen. The tall-figured Fang watched as she approached rather calmly, doing more studying and analyzing rather than worrying. From her air of confidence, she was exaclty what he imagined her to be. Plus the temper issues he had been warned of. But Fang knew better than anyone else that a leader had to act tough to be feared. He himself would decide if Kim's bite was really worth more than her bark.
As she slammed her fist into the wall beside his head, he blinked at her nonchalantly, and then treated her to one of his sly grins, "Nothing much, just small chatter. Miss Chi, I presume? It's nice to meet you." The rest of the monsters backed off in fear, but Fang had not so much as flinched since the beginning of this odd little encounter. With one red-eyed glance from him, they had scurried off out of pity. The assumed that the fox couldn't handle himself. It made him chuckle. "Actually, I was going to ask if you could remodel the place just for that reason. It's a bit gloomy around here, don't you think?" He was joking around with her, of course, testing out her temper for himself to judge.
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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 5, 2013 21:05:06 GMT -5
Kim was rather surprised that a monster had dared to even make eye contact with her, but she showed no change in her expression. "What's it to you?" She growled, growing wary of the stranger that seemingly knew her name. Again, her facial expression did not twitch in the slightest. No monster was going to see the slightest bit of weakness from her. "And who might you be?" Her apathetic aura darkened ever so slightly, and she narrowed her eyes into a glare. She ignored the group of monsters that had just fled because of the one that had stood his ground. The monster before her remained, proving he wasn't just some average coward. Kim hadn't had someone stick up to her in a long while, so she was to savor the moment while it lasted. "Well, aren't you just adorable?" Sarcasm dripped from her tone, the verbal irony making the edge of her lips curl into a smirk. "I could use a few slaves to patch up the place a bit, but it wouldn't matter much to me." She hinted that he could enslave himself to her in her sentence, just to sort of test out the waters and see just how long the conversation would last. Raising her eyebrows with her eyes fixated on his facial expression, she analyzed for any facial ticks that would give anything away. Her sneer remained in place as she awaited a reply.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 7, 2013 21:44:16 GMT -5
He watched her with a small smile lighting his features. "My name is Fang, son of the Teumessian Fox, at your service." He gave her a small, polite bow after his greeting, but there was an undertone of teasing in the gesture. It was like he willingly submitted to anyone in face, but internally, he was never underneath anyone.
When the vixen straightened, his smile had disappeared for just a moment, though its ghost lurked like his expression would return to the former any moment. "I haven't been called adorable since Agariste of Sicyon met me as a little child. Of course, I shredded one of her fingers for touching me," he grinned his inevitably mischievous grin, his white fangs glinting. "Pericles was the more tolerable child of that family." He nodded seriously like it was an important statement, though it really just wasn't. "Aristotle also supported the use slaves, but the mortals say he was "wrong" about many things, didn't he?" Fang put air quotations around the word 'wrong' with his fingers playfully. "Besides, patching things up won't make it any brighter, would it? Screw in a few more light bulbs. Maybe the monsters would be a little brighter." He decided to go ahead and laugh at his own pun. It was a little jab at Kim in his own way. He labeled most monsters as foolish unless they could prove to him that they weren't.
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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 7, 2013 23:16:08 GMT -5
"It wouldn't matter to me either way; I don't spend a lot of time here." She shrugged. "Nothing in this universe could possibly enlighten even one of the stupid pieces of trash from the Subway." Fang. The name sounded familiar, but then again, there were so many monsters that she'd encountered or heard of, she really couldn't tell them apart. Well, there was also the factor that she didn't care about any of them, but nonetheless, she'd never really heard of Fang enough to remember him from a conversation.
It was rather pathetic of him to laugh along to his own joke in her opinion, but she made no comment on it. Instead, she offered a small chuckle so he wouldn't be all on his own. "You don't look like you're from around here..." Obviously he wasn't from the Subways, or he would have known not to stop and chat with her. Kim knew that he was also way above the level of the average street rats that scrambled away in fear when she got in a ten mile radius of them; he was standing his ground. It was unusual, yet she wasn't as annoyed as she would have been if it was someone like Leon standing in front of her. There was just something about Fang that intrigued her. She'd never been able to tolerate anyone, but he seemed...alright.
"A little bit old, aren't you, Fang--or should I call you Grandfather? Whichever you prefer."
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 10, 2013 0:48:24 GMT -5
"What, really? Why not?" Fan looked genuinely confused as he carefully regarded the founder of the subways with mischievous red eyes. "I personally think that it's because they're so distasteful that they're interesting. Messing with them is the most amusing thing ever. Everywhere else in this city is just. So. Booooring." He kind of singsonged the last word for emphasis in effect. You'd think he would act more mature, but he loved being playful to mess with others. It showed plain as day in the slightest traces of Kim's body language that she was disturbed by his manner of behavior. Of course the smallest things stood out the loudest to Fang. There was nothing his studious eyes could miss.
"I'm not from around here," he stated with a smile, holding up his pointer finger like she had made a masterful deduction, and maybe she would win a prize, "I'm not a demigod-eater like you creatures here. I prefer to just toy around with them an kill them. Some of your kind deem it wasteful, such as your poor little brother Leon. Such an interesting child, that one." The way he said "interesting" made you think he meant something entirely else. His eyes glinted with menace for the moment before fading. "I'm old, yes, but I prefer to see the glass half full. I've had plenty of experience that moves me along through life, no matter how dull it is."
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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 11, 2013 22:51:11 GMT -5
Kim was really only half-listening to the little spiel Fang had going on, but once he mentioned Leon, he had her attention--and it wasn't attention a lot of monsters particularly craved. "Leon..is not my brother." Her tone was calm, but a creature with intellect of such high caliber such as Fang could definitely detect the malice. "I feast on other things as well, but only because the taste of weaklings is horrid." Kim took a jade wrist cuff from her waist satchel and used it as a ponytail holder to tie her hair up. Whipping out a few bobby pins, she placed two in her mouth and focused on putting the other one in. "But if you find him so interesting, I'd be happy to step aside and let you have a go at him," she said through a mouthful of pins. "It's not like one death of his could just make me instantly lose hatred for him."
Fang started to reply to her snappy little comment in a calm manner, and at that moment, Kim felt slightly uncomfortable. She debated on just walking away from him. Leaving the conversation just like that wouldn't be that big of a deal, but there was something about Fang that had her frozen in place. No, it wasn't fear, but curiosity that plagued her to be immobile. Well, curiosity and the fact that he'd probably tell tons of weak little monsters that he could stand up to such a powerful figure without even battling it out with her. Instead, she just looked down at her shoes ever so slightly and fussed with her hair.
(Sorry, I didn't really know what to put in this and...AUGH.)
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 15, 2013 18:43:42 GMT -5
((It's fine, Stahp it. Mine's shorter and messier.))
Fang shrugged, "Brother, sister, cousin, nephew, uncle, aunt, even great-grandfather twice removed or something. Can that even happen? Nevermind. What I'm trying to say, Miss Kim, is that no matter how much you deny it, it will be inevitably true. Family isn't something you can reject, but it is something you can ignore. Everyone's related when it comes to Our complicated family tree. Us too. We're...um...cousins?" The fox looked thoughtful before he found the right words. His father and her father were brothers, right? So that made them cousins, even if he was way older and couldn't act like it.
Avoiding his gaze and messing with her hair spoke loudly to Fang. She was avoiding challenging him. She was intelligent, knowing that Fang was the word-twisting kind. It was always nice to see another who knew how to tread carefully. However, challenging or fighting today wasn't his intention. "That's just the thing, isn't it? Even if he dies, he'll just come back. I've always wondered how to permanently kill a monster. But I do know. We all know. By fading. If no one talks about you, if everyone hates you or doesn't believe in you, you fade. And when you kill them in that state- with them losing all hope and interest in life- they won't return. Miss Kim, I believe that's why we do what we do. We carry on terrorizing, killing, and searching. We're just simply searching for recognition and a way to keep life interesting."
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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 15, 2013 23:36:49 GMT -5
"Nobody cares about family in situations like ours. What does it matter, being tied by a little blood? It's probably the blood you shed in battle anyway. We might be cousins, but there's no way we could act like family." Her eyes were cold, and her smirk switched into merely the ghost of a sad smile before returning to her being expressionless. Kim tilted her head. "Stop with the 'Miss Kim' stuff; you're way older than I am and it's just plain weird." While Fang was talking, she couldn't help but listen. There was just something that made him seem very wise and knowledgeable that actually made her pay attention to what he was saying, and it was probably the fact that the words he uttered were true.
But so what? She wasn't prepared to die yet. The only life she'd lost so far was to her stinking "family" member. Kim was opposed to family because of incidents in the past, especially the grudge she held for Leon. He was so pathetic; how in the world did she let him defeat her? Even so, he pretended to be the good guy after all. She wasn't so bad; he was the one that ripped a life away from her...so why was he the protagonist to her story? Kim felt as if she shouldn't even bother caring about such matters for a while, but in the end, her short fuse got the better of her. She knew Fang was right about monsters and how they faded. Perhaps the only reason why she acted the way she did was to keep on living.
"So what exactly are you implying, and why are we still having this conversation?"
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 19, 2013 19:09:24 GMT -5
Fang smiled serenely like the topic at hand wasn't distasteful to either of him but rather ideal to everyday conversation. "I didn't say you had to love your family. Oh dear no, wouldn't I be a hypocrite in this case? I don't like most of your minions. They're technically related to me in some weird way that we don't like to think of. You see, Miss Kim, the thing is, you never have to like your family. You just have to accept they are your family and they exist. It can become a serious liability." He spoke rather slowly, feeding her the advice by disguising it as simple small talk. he could catch the flash of sorrow in her expression. Expressions were not things he missed. He fed off of them for information. and by giving her this advice, she would soon realize it would make her stronger...if she chose to take it.
The Cadmium vixen just gave her a wisp of a smile as she mentioned his vocabulary. He decided not to reply about how she was hypocritical in demanding respect, and then repelling it in disgust. He knew she was thinking, and he had pretty much anticipated her next question. the question of his motive. He looked genuinely surprised, hesitating to decide on how to answer. But he had his answer prepared. He always did. "I'm not implying anything. how long has it been since you've had a decent conversation with someone? Decent as in normal chitchat. I'm guessing forever, right? How are you supposed to notice those who could possibly be an asset to you? You could have gained a valuable ally- but you probably won't accept allies, so let me rephrase that- useful resource in the form of an acquaintance?"
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Post by Kim Chi on Feb 19, 2013 20:27:40 GMT -5
"Decent chitchat won't do me any good. It's not like I need to associate myself with others and dance around in circles while throwing flowers around and laughing with a bunch of friends, nor do I need allies of the sort. I'm better off on my own." Kim gently laid her hand on top of her dagger pouch and withdrew a pair of glasses. Placing them properly on her face, she stared at Fang, wondering what he could be thinking about at that exact moment. She nearly rolled her eyes when he was done talking but at the same time didn't want to disrespect him. She didn't want to admit it, but it was a little nice having someone to talk to for once without killing them instantly. In a way, Kim couldn't picture herself killing Fang, and that was progress for her anger issues. Even so, she was slightly suspicious of him for continuing on conversation with her. Perhaps there was something that he wanted of her, but for now, she foresaw nothing dangerous in her path.
(Sorry, I'm lazy...and sick. T.T)
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 24, 2013 8:58:30 GMT -5
Fang laughed good naturedly, "You seem to love overexaggerating what I say. You know not having someone behind your back guarding could be quite the liability? You can't always win alone. I like to think of making allies as a strategy. Even though ruling by fear is fine and all that, but what would happen if one of your underlings got just the slightest opportunity to betray? I say they'd do it in a heartbeat, yes?" He shrugged, staring at her with his rusty red eyes. The glasses were an interesting change, and Kim could've almost looked....normal.
The vixen grinned at the thought, and leaned back against the wall of the tunnel casually. "It's advice from a humble peasant, you could say," he joked with her. This may have come to surprise people, but Fang was not at all ashamed of bowing his head to someone. If it meant lodging himself in a hierarchy of power somehow and making his way up the ladder, he didn't mind. He was patient. In fact, he knew that getting Kim to like him could bring many benefits, so here he was.
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