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     As she steps forward, into the room, she’s quite pleased with the living arrangements presented to her. A small comfort, when compared to how worried she was about being found – at the very least she could worry in tranquility, no more running from place to place, and her personal favorite: not having to fight anymore. For someone designed to be a deadly weapon, Dizzy considered herself a coward, and much preferred peace to having to fight her way through the ranks to somehow prove that she was exactly what her cells said she was. She detested being a Gear–

                as if that was something to be proud of. 

      She wanted to be normal, she wanted to be happy. Perhaps the gods would grant her some sort of later happiness in her life, but Dizzy was never one to wait for her future to happen. Yes, she trudged through whatever hell was given to her at the time, but it was always as if she was in some sort of a hurry, because– 

                 no one wants hell to last. 

    At the mention of her name, she nods once. Dizzy, a proper name for a girl who couldn’t seem to get her head on her shoulders to see the world for how it was. She oft ridiculed herself for being so blind, but she had no one to teach her about much of anything anymore. The lovely old couple who took her in as an infant were gone now. Perhaps Ky was to be her guide from now on, and frankly–she wouldn’t mind.

“I see, that will makes things easier.” Ky looked at the time which read half past nine p.m. He just had some paper work to complete for the night, after that some sleep and he’s off early to begin working the next morning. “It is rather late to make dinner at this hour, but I can provide refreshments at the very least.” After having travelled to his home from the ship he thought that tucking her straight to bed on an empty stomach wouldn’t be any more comfortable than having her lay with a bloated one, thus the best way to encourage sound sleep would be a snack of modest quantity. Ah, but did Gears eat the same food sources as humans? ---how else would they replenish their energy? He had to remind himself that the basis of bringing her in had been influenced by her contradictory nature. The officer took to rovering the halls until he turned his focus to the kitchen.

“Hm,” Sol hummed from the depths of his throat, giving the blond a thinking look, his large paw of a hand covering his chin as he closed his eyes. Tilting his head to the side, he hummed some long-forgotten theme as he seemingly thought, drawing out the process longer than it should of taken. After a long pause had pressed between the two, awkwardly impregnating the air with Sol’s stench, Sol opened his mouth to speak. “Depends,” he said slowly, opening his eyes, their color flickering to a dull blood red before quickly shifting back to their usual brown hue. “Is there gonna be whiskey in my fuckin’ drink, Kiske, or am I gonna have t'go out and buy my own?”

Sol pushed off his seat, annoyed with sitting. His large body stalked around the desk like a shark circling its prey, his breath sighing through his nose in a play of thought, his long ponytail trailing after him like a fin. “Orrr, Kiske, we can stay here,” Sol said, his voice picking up speed as he spoke, “an’ instead, I could give ya a kiss an’ trail my fingers up yer leg, an’ ya can pass out on the desk like a girl bein’ strangled by her bodice.”

”Good grief, have some sense in your surroundings.” He was astounded, as if Ky would be lenient to the point where he’d condone whisky in sanctioned grounds; and as his generous offer came to be more so neglected, he was given the impression to dismiss it at the end of their meeting. 

In the distant past Ky would have been willing to raise his blade against Sol and challenge him to a duel (strength being the only redeeming feature he did not find detestable), but the king disdained the idea of instigating a match in his work site, and so could not thrust the uninvited man out by taking arms. Swayed from his thoughts to an ill-humoured comment, Ky's brows only furrowed deeply than before. “I do not believe Dizzy, my wife, would take too kindly of those suggestions; while I should be inclined to laugh to hear you speak in the arts of affection if one would simply consider the poor circle of your relations. Even I feel that I am giving you more credit than you deserve.” Little offense would be taken for the obscene provocations, however much would be on account of the man's insolence stomping noisiliy across the room. And of all people being Sol, the man was hardly the person to get personal over, but the king was at least peeved from his disrespectful behvaiour which had always been beyond forgiving, for it only served to empower his own patience and set fortifications tenfold their average power. His mind too noble to be shaken by the sting of scum laden arrows.

Ky remained transfixed in his seat, his hands still clasped together as his eyes followed the man in the room until he so boldly sat on his desk. He should be disposed to forewarn his actions with the threat of force, reprove him of his indecencies and demand for his immediate leave, but the king let not his words be on par with the sour stench of the other male’s bodily odors. Reclining back on his seat he rested his elbows on the arm rests, a shift in the air followed to cut short their squabbles, for surely there were conditions that burned behind Sol, and the violent disposition could been his cowardly veil to divert the thorny wedge that lay patently at his breast. Like a father who would scold his child, the king's voice burst forth in open flames, the tongue was his scourge, and his eyes cast severely on the barbaric "junior" as should be expected of his authority. 

[ ғree ] — It was always easy to find Ky Kiske. He did not move much, his position oft being “head-down in his office, accidentally fallen into sleep.” Sol was not one to criticize the boy’s sleepy habits; he knew that running a city as large as this was no laughing matter.

He was still going to berate him, however.

The door slammed open, wood whining and giving to the bounty hunter’s dirty shoe with a loud bang. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted in, cut with the under-mingling smell of testosterone and sweat. Sol smelt like shit compared to Ky Kiske and he knew it, wore it with a proud behaviour that could only be attributed to his long history of pushing the Kiske’s buttons.

“Boy Scout,” his voice sang, the drawl more evident than ever as his amusement, not well hidden, crackled his face into a grin. “Don’t be jerkin’ yerself off or anythin’. I’m comin’ in.” Brown locks messed up to the side of his head poked into the room first before the entire head of the beast found it’s way in, it’s massive frame trailing after, the small tip of his ponytail being the last item inside the room.

With elbows resting on the desk and a hand pressed against the king’s face, the mention of Sin engendered him to click his tongue. The very voice of it served to remind Ky that his son had adopted Sol’s foul manners and speech. It seems, in benefit of one great quality, another had to be lost, which were the characteristics of order and civility that Ky valued in his own upbringing.  “I have nothing more to say to you,” He muttered, knowing ordinary means would not satisfy a person such as Sol, and even if Ky’s reproach for the man had simmered---if to say his dislike was expressed with less discrimination, he would not provide for anything ridiculous unbefitting of his person and position. He will act accordingly against any unwelcome intruder, and Sol was no exception to the cause. The king placed both palms against the table and pushed himself up, standing tall on his feet, his posture straight as a stick of cold iron. He turned to the window with precise movement and drew out its curtains, spreading open the panels to their full length, then brought his arms behind his back and looked aimlessly at the expanse. Illyria’s landscape lay into view, vivid and bright like a freshly glazed painting.

   “ The boundary line ? Is there some       sort of situation occurring? ”

Of course, it couldn’t be all rainbows and sunshine when the two of them came together, Ky’s agitated breath signifying that a complaint was about to be lobbed his way…and there it was.

“Tsk…" Clicking his tongue, Sin combed his fingers through his dull locks, sweeping them away from his face. He was beginning to believe he was in desperate need of a hair cut before he could look even more like his father…it had been a few days since his previous grooming after all, and left untreated, he’d end up looking like nothing more than a walking, talking, and eating, mass of hair. "Alright, alright…" The joyful expression that graced his face seemed to falter at just the thought of biting his tongue, but it was for Ky, and as much as he hated to admit it, he would do anything for the man.

As the springs within his mattress whined and whimpered underneath the combined weight of the two, puzzlement etching itself over his youthful face. “You…want to listen to me talk?" Confusion held strong in his tone, matching the expression that warped his usual carefree smile. Not once had someone actually asked for him to speak, let alone regale them of his stories of traveling and living off the land. A disgruntled grunt of ‘shut the hell up’ was normally what he was custom to, but now - now he was being allowed to talk to his hearts content and would have someone who was more than happy to lend an ear.

W-What do I do…

He grinned inwardly, but it soon found it’s way out, displaying outwardly for the other man’s eyes to see.

He truly is an enthusiastic boy, Dizzy; he has your brilliance. I dream that the three of us may travel--together ...when times have become peaceful.

“I am relieved in the fact that you have survived such perils, all this time, Sin.” He then commented, as he placed a firm hand to his son’s shoulder for a moment before parting it shortly after. He would have like to embrace him with both arms (or perhaps Sin would perfer something more rowdy in character), yet he shied away at the opportunity. His mother would probably be more fit in exchanging intimate gestures of that kind at this juncture. Satisfaction was present in his voice, however a speck of regret clouded his eyes in the fact that he was not there to see Sin grow as big as he was now. By “old man” he must have been referring to Sol, since their time together in the castle he had been addressing the man as such. "But surely Sol must have supported you in situations that proved hazardous, yes?” His lips managed a weary smile as he made a poor attempt to speak positive of Sol, knowing him, he probably wouldn't have tried to put an ounce of effort until the life of one under his care was hanging by a thread. Yet, Sin had taken a great liking to him to the point where he had considered the man more a father figure than Ky himself, which he had no complaints in the result of that, but he could not deny to have been discouraged by the harsh truth.

The king gave no more of an expression than his disapproval in hearing the other’s poorly constructed explanation. Surely there must have been another reason, for Ky held enough confidence in his servants being that they were veterans of the Sacred Order, and had dedicated themselves to him in the time he became King. Their abilities were by far no lost cause. But speaking of complaints, the king was reminded of having received many by the time he made the public proposal regarding the equity of humans and Gears. He received enough objections that the demand for him to relinquish his seat on the throne became increasingly known to him. However, he shook his head, at present it was not a matter of whether this person was threatening to Ky, but whether their presence was a threat to the mass majority around him, such as the civilians in Illyria--his people. 

          For Dizzy, it was incredibly difficult for her to fathom the very idea that someone had taken the liberty of giving her a home; especially after finding out that it was Ky of all people who had volunteered. She was convinced that he hated her — he followed rules, he would never take in someone of a hated race, much less someone who was a wanted criminal.

           Nevertheless, she was quite surprised when he justified his motives for helping her.

           “ I…I see. It makes enough sense, I suppose. Um… “

           She follows him inside, her boots clicking on the hardwood flooring. The room she enters is cozy, the very ideal of what a properly kept house should have been. Approval is evident in her stance, confidence surfacing for a moment before sinking back down to the depths in her head.

Closing the door behind him, Ky gestured to the girl to follow his steps. “It’s no grand mansion,” he said as he lead her to a square room, “but you should be able to find that there is enough space for the both of us.” In the expanse of the room lay a clean bed and a stool with a lamp light that sat adjacent. A mahogany closet and desk with multi-purpose draws was placed snugly under the light of a half round window, furnished together with embroidered curtains opening toward sceneries of dense shrubbery. Originally having been a guest room, Ky was glad he had one to save him the trouble.