How Shall I Cook You?

This person, there’s something weird about them. Whoever this guy is, he sure seems to be dangerous. Izumi haves to be alert if this person will try to do something on her. If she could only have her knife or maybe be able to active her Demon Snow. But now she will have to keep herself normal and not to get any nervous. Not like she even was it.

I could be the scientists tampering with his senses, or him just being flat out mistaken, but he felt there was something odd about the girl. Whether it was the scent of blood or something else entirely, he got the feeling that she was no ordinary girl. Well, he had been feeling the smallest bit congested earlier, but it was best to go with the flow as usual.

“Hmm I don’t really mind, but I don’t see why you’d ask in the first place.”

He doesn’t know what to do. There isn’t a place for him, here. A point to this. He doesn’t give others a chance to belittle him like this. But the other is a curious individual, and he does not flee like some scared babe. The game they play may be an incredibly dangerous one, but it isn’t as if he fears death.

❝Make whatever judgements you have of me. I honestly do not care.❞ What he does not say is that he can’t imagine the other even having a clue what chivalry is. ❝My actions should speak for myself.❞

With a quiet fervor, he speaks. Not quite relenting the stoic shield he places upon himself, yet not particularly intending to goad the other into a fight, either. He knows that the violet haired individual would not at all back down easily, or even at all, yet Loghain refuses to be the first to raise his weapon.

But of course, that takes no time at all. He can’t allow himself to show fear, or even apprehension, as the figure chooses to take on a more threatening stance. A subtle clench of the jaw as the former hero widens the gap between the two with just a few steps. Caution is upheld, meaning that he would have to rely on tactics to survive this fight. But is it even a fight? The other is so teasing, Loghain can’t help but wonder.

“Oh man, is my fashion sense so bad that I need your advice? That’s a scary thought. As for this...”

He played with the sword in his hands for a moment before tossing it in the air above him. Before it could even hit the ground, the wooden blade was shredded in an instant leaving pieces, that Byakuya certainly wasn’t planning on picking up, scattered on the ground in between them.

“If I really wanted it gone that badly, this is all it would take. It was just an excuse really.”

“But there’s a thought...I don’t have a reason unless you’re dying to become a snack, but guess I could play around a little. Hope you’re quick on your feet...”

❝ Cornering animals isn’t something that you make a habit of doing, is it? ❞ As she speaks, the small penguin can only smile triumphantly, having been saved by it’s master now and points accusingly at the man. 

The most unapologetic tone ever left his mouth as he raised his hands in a clear display of ‘harmlessness’ despite that cheery grin having never left his face. It seemed the creature’s owner had finally arrived to reclaim it. Byakuya thought to himself about whether or not it should have been on a leash, he realized that if it was intelligent enough to offer some sort of communication then there might not be a need. That said...

“Not too often. At least I can’t really call it a habit anyway.” It wasn’t entirely a lie.

What he normally cornered weren’t exactly animals, and it was less of a habit and more like an occupation.

❝Plenty of people have been given objects that are mockeries of their former selves. You should know that.❞ A hand refuses the presence of the wooden sword that was presented to him. ❝And why should I help someone when they cannot help themselves?❞

The misconception about him is noted, but he doesn’t raise his voice upon that matter. He does not raise his voice at all, despite speaking in irritated tones. He is not at all embarrassed by this, and his feathers are mostly unruffled.

Tough nut to crack, but he wasn’t bored or irritated yet so he could at least give him that. Overly stern people tended to rub him the wrong way, but he seemed like he might be willing to play along if Byakuya stepped his game up a little bit. What he was playing along with at the moment remained to be seen, but...

“You have a point. Chivalry is dead and all that. No one has to pretend to be a knight just cause they cosplay like one. It might make you seem more noble but that’s not what you’re going for is it?”

“Buuuut, my problem here is that I never needed this thing in the first place, ya know. Just look...”

With a shrug and a sigh, the eight legs of shredding appeared from behind him and hovered around him while a more tired expression was swiftly replaced with something more sinister.

   “No, no, common misconception.” She waves her hand, contrite, “I go to bird school – y’know, for birds – I’ve never been to a human school in my life!”

   “This is just what I happened to be wearing when they kidnapped me.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that he didn’t even waste time being taken aback. There were people who were pulled from all sorts of places, it was quite possible that she was, in fact, from a place where birds went to school. It was about as impossible as his ‘legs’ that he kept out of sight. It was still weird to think about.

“Human school’s for the birds anyway.” He couldn’t resist.

He didn’t even try to.

So he furrows his brow at the approach of the other individual. Guard is ever subtly pulled up, as lips twist downwards. Is it really so obvious? He supposes it must be; perhaps moving under the cover of night would have been better. Then again, would that not also be more suspicious?

He breaks into a halfhearted pout at the man’s statement. While the man was in full rights to deny him, and Byakuya was well aware of that, he didn’t think it would be fun to just leave it with a “yeah you’re right” and call it a day. To begin with, he only started the conversation to mess with him.

“But mister, with that getup, if you aren’t a garbage man, then aren’t you a knight or something? Isn’t it a knights duty to help out the unfortunate?”

Not that he was unfortunate in the slightest.