[open] La nuit du chasseur

[Chaos]

Chaos just smiled as he watched his new pet struggle with his own self control. It amused him to no end to see another predator, but one ruled so utterly by his needs. It was display's like this that told Chaos how superior he really was.

Chaos waved his hand and a portal opened up in the Darkness near them. "We will take this to Amestris. I know that Heartless can shrug off most attacks not made by a strong heart, however I have already ascertained that Alchemy can hurt a Heartless, when it used as a weapon. I would suggest not targeting a state alchemist quite yet."

Chaos waited for the Heartless to enter the portal before following after him. He walked through the Darkness, still feeling that odd sensation of knowing where he was, when he could not possibly know. Once he had arrived where he intended he waved his hand again and watched as a semi-circle of Amestris filled his vision.

Once again he waited for the Heartless to step out before following. He had made the portal in an ally way within an established city. "Alchemists tend to enjoy a better social standing then others, they will likely advertise what they are, so I doubt it will be very hard for you to find one."

[Tyro Clay]

"Speech." - "Quote." - Thought. - Action.

Chaos wasted no time, and Tyro was thankful. He was quickly slipping into his hunter mindset, and he was ready to go break some bones and steal some hearts. Tyro considered his opponent; he wasn't entirely certain how powerful alchemists were, nor was he certain of what they could do, but he figured he'd just power through whatever they threw his way and end up with a good meal in the end anyways. At least, one snack. He'd have to remember not to kill a second.

Tyro had to decide whether to kill the first one before going after the second or kill the second after returning the first to Chaos. True, either way someone would die, but Tyro's self control and entire plan of action rested on this decision. If he were to kill the first and eat its heart, either his hunger would be satiated and he could easily resist killing the second or he would be only that much more aroused and too far gone into the killing mindset to prevent himself from killing the second.

The best plan of action, then, seemed to be to return the first to Chaos and then go on another hunt with the intention to kill. Still, any slip-up and Tyro could wind up accidentally killing the first, and then he'd still be stuck with the same dilemma of self-control as if he were merely to wait to eat. In that case, if he went with his second plan - to return the first to Chaos and then go on a hunt for food - then he'd have a backup and a chance to gain his self control back to fetch the second alive.

It was a problem that only a monster could potentially face. None but a sentient Heartless could and ever would understand, and those were few and far between. Tyro had no help to make his meal plans for this; he had to rely on himself. With the plan now decided, the Heartless turned his attention to Chaos who had waved his hand and opened up an all too familiar portal of Darkness. The hunter's burning amber eyes flickered to the Homunculus, who took in a breath to speak.

"We will take this to Amestris," Chaos explained. " I know that Heartless can shrug off most attacks not made by a strong heart; however, I have already ascertained that Alchemy can hurt a Heartless when it used as a weapon. I would suggest not targeting a state alchemist quite yet." Tyro nodded faintly. That didn't really mean much to the hunter; he knew magic could hurt him. He just needed a target.

Chaos seemed to wait for Tyro to enter the portal first, and so, with a low sigh, he stepped into the Darkness, feeling quite comfortable in the blackness, especially now that he was out of the stupid rain. He shook his head, droplets of water splattering off in all directions to be devoured by the darkness. Tyro's glimmering eyes glowed like a cat's in the darkness, and, unseen by the Homunculus following him, his lips twisted to reveal razorblade fangs and a hungry smile.

The portal behind them closed, and the Heartless felt an overwhelming desire to attack and kill once more. He would have his chance... he just had to remember to keep the first alchemist alive, if he could. He'd have his fun soon enough. The man behind him waved a hand, and a strange world met Tyro's glinting eyes. He exited the Darkness, finding himself entering into the world within an alley. The Heartless immediately leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and casting his slightly psychotic eyes upon Chaos who sealed the portal behind him.

"Alchemists tend to enjoy a better social standing than others," Chaos informed Tyro. "They will likely advertise what they are, so I doubt it will be very hard for you to find one." Tyro nodded once. "Thanks for the information. Can you give me an idea of the layout of this place so I can get some plans?" he asked, his eyes flitting out to the world before him, scanning what he could and formulating ideas.

[Chaos]

Chaos took his words into his mind and twisted them around. They struck him as odd at first. Why would this yellow-eyed creature of instinct bother with a plan. Chaos understood the need of a plan, but felt it odd the murderous beast before him would even have the patience for one.

He slipped the bandanna once again over the top of his head, covering the mark of his nature. It was rare to find one who could recognize it, but those that did would be ready for him. After all how many Homunculi had their seal directly on their forehead

Chaos did not know how much knowledge had been lost since he had been sealed away. He did not know the world had long since lost common knowledge of Homunculi..Of those few that knew what a Homunculus was, none knew of the Horsemen. This knowledge would both please and annoy Chaos.

Once he had finished wrapping the cloth around his head he looked to Tyro. "No, this is a test after all." Chaos said. "Have to set the learning curve high to encourage adaption. We will need to move through many worlds at a moment's notice. You'll need to be able to hunt in any world, with the same level of preparation."

[Tyro Clay]

"Speech." - "Quote." - Thought. - Action.

Chaos seemed confused and perplexed by Tyro's words. Admittedly, the Heartless understood. He was a monster - a hunter. What sort of hunter needed the layout of a territory to get down to hunting and killing and retrieving what a master desired? In this case, it was the sort of hunter who didn't know exactly what he was looking for or how hard it was going to be to get it. He wanted to know what sort of approach to take on this entire scheme; he had a lot of ideas, but without a foundation, he'd have nowhere to move the plans to in order to carry them out.

Tyro was a wonderful actor, actually. Despite his psychotic and ever-hungry nature, he still managed to control himself enough to change in order to manipulate and control others. Chaos had mentioned that these folks were high class; Tyro wouldn't know what that was like, but he could sure as hell fake it. He had several ideas for taking a man out of a crowd in a non-violent and completely natural looking way... he'd done this dance before, no doubt. He was a beast of many talents.

The amber-eyed Heartless continued to stare out to the plaza before him, hidden by the shadow of the alley as he examined each and every being who passed by with a hungry and lustful look. He had to understand them. This hunt wasn't just for sport, after all: it was to impress a new master who expected certain things from the Heartless, and Tyro would hate to disappoint. When he was given orders, no matter how hard it was to force back his wild, primal instincts, he always succeeded.

The humans here were... relatively normal, it seemed. They varied, as they did in many "regular" settings. Some dressed quite casually in the most basic of clothes, such as a tee-shirt and some jeans, while others dressed a bit more... prominently. Naturally, there was much variation and differences overall, but they were basically just a society in which each class mixed and mingled with other classes, walking on the streets like all ignorant people and remaining unaware of the people around and passing by them.

Chaos had remained relatively quiet through Tyro's musings; finally the Homunculus spoke up, responding as he wrapped his headband around the symbol on his forehead, "No. This is a test, after all." Tyro felt a twinge of frustration that forced his hand to clamp shut in a heavy fist, but he made no sounds as Chaos explained, "Have to set the learning curve high to encourage adaptation. We will need to move through many worlds at a moment's notice. You'll need to be able to hunt in any world with the same level of preparation."

For a moment, Tyro continued to sit there and let his blazing eyes bore into the oblivious heads of the people walking by, but then he stood up straight, arms falling to his sides as he replied, his tone flat and cold, "Fine." He brought one hand up, running it through his dark indigo hair and sleeking it back along his head; a few strands fell to remain in his face, but otherwise he had a surprisingly professional look about him.

He straightened the leash around his neck as a business man would straighten a tie, and then the Heartless stood taller, his posture bold and refined as he scanned for an opening in the crowd when no one would see him exit. In a frighteningly calm voice, Tyro asked, "Am I correct in assuming that I must bring my acquired victims here, or will you somehow manage to find me, wherever it is that I wander?" The Heartless did not turn towards Chaos, but he waited for an answer.

Once he received his answer, he would then make his way towards the end of the alley. He would pause, and then, if nothing else was said by Chaos, he would merge into the world before him and walk along with the crowd as it moved, keeping his posture prim and proper to keep up the illusion that he was actually worth giving a shit and taking a second glance at. The only thing the Heartless wished to change to be less conspicuous were his blazing eyes, but he would survive nonetheless.

[Chaos]

Chaos watched as Tyro resigned himself to the facts. That was good it meant he could take orders.Chaos thought of the things he could use a sentient Heartless for. It was possible and should work. Chaos let a little smile cross his face. He would need to try that, if Tyro passed the test

Chaos looked to the Heartless and nodded once."That is a correct assumption. I will wait here until sunrise. That is the time limit on your test, you have 8 hours until sunrise.I trust you can handle that. I imagine with your skill we will be done rather shortly, but sometimes prey can be tricky. Oh and beware alchemists cheat, little tricks up their sleeves, such as prepared arrays."

He looked off to the city and remembered the warrior Alchemists he had encountered. The ones endorsed to combine their craft with martial prowess. A rare thing to see, but they happened.Someone had to put down rogue chimera and the occasional Homunculus. They had always been so confident. Well, except for the last one. He had been cautious and ready. Chaos had certainly underestimated him.

That would never happen again. He looked back to Tyro. "Bring me back the Heart of the one you kill, as proof, and I mean their physical heart."

[Tyro Clay]

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Tyro stood and waited relatively patiently for Chaos's response; he watched his potential prey as they shuffled about, enjoying their supposedly carefree lives. The voice of the master touched Tyro's ears, and he listened without blinking and without moving, watching the people walk. "That is a correct assumption," he stated. "I will wait here until sunrise. That is the time limit on your test; you have eight hours until sunrise. I imagine with your skill we will be done rather shortly, but sometimes prey can be tricky."

Tyro raised a brow, and Chaos went on, "Oh, and beware, alchemists cheat... Little tricks up their sleeves, such as prepared arrays." The Heartless felt a faint smile twitch at the corners of his lips, but it quickly disappeared. The plans were shifting and changing in his head. So Alchemists - whatever the hell they were - had tricks up their sleeves? They fought dirty? Didn't play fair? That sounded like Leah to Tyro... Dirty fighters were just about the most fun to be had. Tyro was pretty sure he'd have a blast with this.

Still, having a time limit was no fun. That meant he couldn't toy around. Shame. He rather enjoyed being the facetious, sadistic prick that he was, tormenting and torturing his victims. At least he'd have the chance to rough up one of them. All the different methods he could use - all of the plans - flooded into his brain, showing in the form of an instantaneous dilation of his black pupils in his blazing hot eyes. He felt his lip twitch, starting in the faintest of violent snarls beginning to curl his lip, but Chaos interupted his cheerful thinking.

"Bring me back the heart of the one you kill as proof. And I mean their physical heart." Tyro half-smiled and turned to look over his shoulder, his eyes immediately fixing on Chaos. "Have you ever had a perfect steak? Perfectly tender, melts on your tongue, still a bit pink in the middle?" he sang. He licked his lips, then turned around, cooing, "That's about what heart tastes like, and that the best part of the whole fucking meal."

He did not wait for Chaos's response. He stepped into the sunlight, his eyes losing a bit of their crazed glimmer. Tyro had to do what he could to blend in to this strange crowd. People rushed around him, but immediately he fell into the flow of the crowd; he searched for a target - at least one to start with - with his dangerous eyes. Guards (of sorts) immediately felt their attention drawn to this strange, tall man with the hellish eyes and the leather belt so tightly noosed around his neck, but they did not approach; they had no reason to. At least, not yet.

The further Tyro moved from his master, the more he could concentrate on his task, hearing all the voices and conversations of these potential meals around him. He was still faintly amused by the fact that Chaos thought Tyro only ate the essence of the heart. That was like the dessert, but as a human - a while being - Tyro had still been a flesh-eating, cannibalistic psychopath with the desire to make everything in the whole damned world burn, so why should it not carry on? After all, what sort of hound didn't eat meat and relish the blood of the once-living as it dripped down his chin?

Focus, dumbass, Tyro warned himself, and his eyes sought out a small group of boisterous men. Though Tyro slowed his pace, he continued to move, trying his best to listen to them as they spoke amongst themselves. They seemed like rather high-class men, wearing much more showy clothing than many of the others, but still, Tyro had never been in contact with an Alchemist. He wouldn't know if these were them unless he heard them say it, as Chaos had implied that they would, seeing as, according to Chaos, Alchemists weren't shy.

ooc ;; I'm assuming you're going to play the Alchemists. Otherwise, this is going to be a bit difficult for me to do.

[Chaos]

"I know." Chaos said with a smile. He did not indulge often, but he knew the subtle flavor and richness of the long pork. He had been curious once, and found a subtle joy in it. If this child was a man eater, it could be problematic. It would be similar to Chaos's own hunger, and he had controlled it for years. Of course then he had lived openly. Now he would have to remember the lessons learned in his human life.

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The men were lost in their conversation, utterly missing the odd being following them. One of them, the loudest one, seemed to be showing the rest of the group a silver pocket watch."I got this made by that Alchemist on Holden street. It's supposed to be super durable, watched her hit it with a hammer."

"Oh look it there, Donald spent wads of cash to make people like him." One the others said with a guffaw.

"Leave him be Andrews. This women, she sells weapons right?" another added.

"Yeah I saw a knife there, and I think a rapier." The first one added.

"Well then, I think I swing by later tonight, get a commission for a new saber." The third answered.

[Tyro Clay]

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Tyro was not the kind to try to change himself to blend into a crowd; it was funny how easily superficial pricks could tell when a fake superficial prick was around. They were like some ridiculous pack of wolves, and they could smell a dog among them, no matter how wolfish it appeared. Strange, though, that Tyro, a wolf, could not hide among wolves... In this situation, it didn't matter. Tyro didn't need to hide. He just needed to play a convincing enough part to get these men to talk to him and at least temporarily allow him into their small cluster of vanity.

Tyro listened quietly, trying to determine the best way to intrude on their conversation without appearing a blundering fool. One of the men pulled a trinket out of his pocket; it was a glinting silver watch. There was one approach: he could pretend to be highly interested in the pocket watch which he held. Most rich men had interest in such baubles and whatnot (Tyro didn't, but he could pretend). However, his words held more importance than the trinket which he held. "I got this made by that Alchemist on Holden Street."

Tyro kept a pleasant poker face. There was an Alchemist on Holden Street? If only Tyro knew his way around... Perhaps that would be a decent enough excuse to intrude upon their group. He could walk up and ask them to provide him with directions, or perhaps request an escort. They seemed a bit snobbish and materialistic; it wasn't like that they'd accept him as he was, but perhaps theyd send him off in the right direction just to get rid of him. He was actually quite used to that... perhaps he'd exact some revenge in the end anyways.

Already approximately five minutes had passed since Tyro had left the alley; that left him seven hours and fifty-five minutes to gather an Alchemist and a heart together. He had to make sure that he didn't eat the heart, despite how he'd been craving one as of late. He didn't want Chaos growing angry with him - not so soon after being recruited as the Homunculus's hound, anyways. Maybe eventually he'd be well enough off that he could leave the being's control, but for now, Tyro was glad to have someone with big enough balls to tell him what to do.

Tyro made up his mind; he veered off of his original path, making his way over to the men. He did not give them the chance to give him odd looks or tell him to get lost as he expected they would. He introduced himself immediately, and cut to the chase. "Good evening, sirs. My name is Tyro. I heard you discussing the Alchemist's shop on Holden Street. Might I be granted some directions? I'm not from around this place." He gave them his most dazzling grin, and did not show any lack of confidence. No need to appear weak in front of the already bloated heads of these men.

[Chaos]

Two of hem looked horrified at the ruffian before them, that it would come up to them. The others looked to the one who planned to go later. He sighed and gave Tyro the directions to the shop. They quickly walked off, putting distance between them and Tyro, mutters of "Was that a leash." could be heard.

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Chaos leaned against the brick wall contemplating what he would do with his kill. It was being delivered, so he wouldn't enjoy a hunt, but he wouldn't have time for torture either. He decided he would terrify her before she died. He would tell her that the Horsemen ride again and he was going to enjoy the look of sheer terror hat his legend inspired.

How many times had he done that in his life. Catch a hapless human, tell them who he was and watch them cry in terror at the certainty of their death. Funny they never asked how it was know he killed everyone. Of course this one would not be lucky, he still needed his secrecy. But all of the staples would be enough.

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he streets were getting less crowded as most people went for their evening meal. Of course there were still a few shoppers left so the shops stayed open.

The Alchemist shop was mostly open space, with a few examples of her wares, mostly metal work it seemed.

When Tyro entered a young women of about seventeen, with long black, looked up and smiled, not even blinking at his odd dress and eyes. "Why hello, how may I help you." She asked with a sparkle in her green eyes.

[Tyro Clay]

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Tyro almost snorted aloud with his amusement at the arrogance and stunned dismay of these men; certainly they hadn't woken up this morning thinking they'd be approached by a tall, slender man with dark indigo hair and almost literal killer looks. However, he kept his composure, keeping a serene and civil look on his face, despite how badly he wanted to just rip and tear into them and eat their skin right off their body like that psychotic cannibalistic monster that he was.

A few of the humans seemed to know better than to give disgusted and mortified stares to strangers; instead, they turned their attention to the man that had mentioned his desire to go see said Alchemist later in the evening. Their was a moment of tense silence before the man let out a sigh and reluctantly supplied Tyro with the information he required. Upon receiving the knowledge, Tyro's grin turned feral, glinting fangs like deadly daggers behind his lips. The men quickly turned their backs on him and struck off the opposite way.

He gently gripped at the belt around his neck, adjusting it and straightening it out once more before his deathly eyes sought out the first street which they had provided. After that, the directions would be simple. "You can't miss it," the snobbish men had said. Tyro would just have to wait and see. He walked like a lowly mutt along the streets, now that he was out of the well-off company, his posture now quite slumped and relaxed. His hair had quickly begun to fall as a disheveled mess in his face now, only illuminating his eyes that glowed like a wild animal's.

Sure enough, the Alchemist's shop was right where they had directed. Good. Now Tyro wouldn't have to hunt them down and kill them, too, for giving him wrong directions. He approached the building with a fatally calm demeanor, and he entered with the same, not taking long to examine the wares of the store. His eyes were already seeking out his soon-to-be prey, and it didn't take too long to find her, much to his discontent. He always liked the search and find; that was why it was called a hunt, not a gift.

The girl was quite beautiful, but young. She had fair skin and emerald green eyes that glittered like the radiant gems which her eyes so perfectly resembled. She had a quaint smile on her young, rounded face. This seemed like the kind of girl that Tyro would pin to the floor and have his way with, not some evil Alchemist-thing with tricks up her sleeves as Chaos had faintly described. Regardless, Tyro had a job to do; he had to find out whether or not this girl was his target.

She asked in a chipper tone, "Why, hello! How may I help you?" Tyro looked into her eyes, responding to her pleasantries with his own gentle smile. "I was coming through town when I came across some men discussing this place... Marvelous trinkets. Excellent craftsmanship. Are you, by chance, the Alchemist who creates such beautiful objects?" His voice was calm and sweet, his eyes glimmering playfully. He had his tricks, too.

[Chaos]

She lightly blushed. She always appreciated when anyone commented on her craftsmanship. She was still young, so she was mostly ignored. "Well I do a lot of the work yes. My mother does most of the jewelry, but most of the metalwork is me." She said.

The other boy was strangely dressed, it made her nervous, but she had been taught to give everyone the same respect. You couldn't know thei life, you don't know what made them, her mother had always told her.

She came from behind the counter and it was seen that she had a simple dress on with a brown cloth apron over that. The apron had many pockets, that seemed to be filled withe various loose objects, and an assortment of cards.

She smiled as she came over to Tyro. How did you get such eyes, what path grants you those. However sill she would not judge, she would try to be as helpful as possible. "Is there anything in particular you are looking for. We have blades and jewelry. We have tools, or novelties. I can even make watches. Or do you need a special order. They cost more but it lets me work closely with you to design what you need."

[Tyro Clay]

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Tyro knew he was doing quite well considering only about half an hour ago he'd been about to go on a psychotic killing spree. Part of him was still a bit convinced that he should still go on a killing spree and just say "fuck it" to this whole hunting two and killing one thing, but Chaos had already employed him, and Tyro wasn't in the mood to make any new enemies, especially not one who aimed to take out the human race and could quite possibly succeed. The Heartless knew better than to try to mess with something that was so far beyond his own power. Then again, for all Tyro knew, this man was just the greatest bullshitter in the world. Not likely; after all, he'd made the rain much more annoying than usual.

The girl to whom Tyro was talking seemed to blush at his well-placed compliments. Tyro had no way of knowing whether or not this young woman was who Chaos had sent him after, but even if she wasn't, the beast liked a nice flirt once in a while. Something about making a lady blush was highly amusing to him. She seemed to appreciate his words, even though they weren't completely sincere. He just said what was necessary in order to get the information that he needed - soften her up, in other words. She responded patiently, "Well, I do a lot of the work, yes. My mother does most of the jewelry, but most of the metalwork is me." Tyro couldn't help but take another glance around the room. Admittedly, he was quite impressed by her skills. For one so young, she was skilled.

She came from behind the counter at that point, and Tyro watched her with that same dashing smile on his face. He stood much taller than her, his dark indigo hair sleeked back with various strands slipping from his quick, easy brush-through and back into his face. His glistening amber eyes were still glowing with the excitement of this rather interesting hunt. He was excited to see what fighting and killing an Alchemist was going to be like, but he had to be patient and wait for the right time. He noticed how much taller he stood than her; his black boots were planted firmly on the ground, dark straight-leg jeans with the frayed hems coming down over the tops of his footwear. His black leather jacket made his eyes stand out that much more.

Unlike he, was was dressed in a slightly bold and intimidating fashion, she was dressed quite simply, wearing a pretty little light-cvolored dress and a pale brown apron with a surprisingly large number of pockets sewed onto it over the top of that. Her sleek black hair flowed smoothly over her slender shoulders, and Tyro felt his smile almost grow devilish - almost, but not quite. He liked beautiful young girls like this one. It was clear, now, that she had to be an Alchemist, and Tyro was glad to know that he'd at last acquired the proper target. Too bad she was so young - well, really, too bad that he didn't have much time to do this hunt; he'd have liked to have a bit of fun with her before he knocked her out and took her to Chaos - or ate her. Either way.

She smiled and approached him, and now Tyro could feel his animalistic instincts starting to try to kick in. He steeled his jaw, keeping his smile pleasant as he slowly and inconspicuously clenched him fists at his sides. She looked up to his face and asked, "Is there anything in particular you are looking for? We have blades and jewelry. We have tools, or novelties. I can even make watches - or do you need a special order? They cost more, but it lets me work closely with you to design what you need." The innocence with which her words seemed to ring were hard to resist, but Tyro merely focused harder on... well, not killing her right off the bat. The knowledge with which she spoke was a tad impressive, but Tyro wasn't looking to be impressed with words.

He gazed around the store for a second, glancing at the wares once more before saying calmly, "I've recently been quite into collecting unique weapons - peculiar blades, clawed gauntlets, scythes, those sorts of things..." He took a tactical pause, then looked back to the girl, stating factually, "I believe that if a blacksmith cannot fight with the weapon they are creating, or if they do not understand the mechanics and the practical uses of an item, then it is not an item of quality - nothing that deserves to be purchased. I pray that you have some knowledge in fighting tactics, or else I've wasted my time."

[Chaos]

She raised her hand behind her head and blushed slightly. "I really only know unarmed combat." She looked to Tyro and quickly began to cover for it. "But I have worked with many of the regular duelists in the city, along with some of the soldiers stationed in the city.

She went over to wall and grabbed a silvered knife off the wall. It was made with a mirrored polish and had gilt wrapping around the handle. The center of the crossbar was set with a ruby, that had an unknown alchemical array etched into it. She unsheathed the blade, and it's mirrored edge could really be seen.

"Take it, you'll find it has perfect balance." She said passing him the blade. "The blade's cutting edge, and overall strength are not hindered by any of the gilt, or the silver, in fact the blades edge will last ten times as long before it needs to be sharpened. On top of all that, the blade can carry a much sharper edge."

She smiled as she stepped back. "I can promise any other weapon made in this shop will be of the same, or better quality of what you hold in your hand."

[Tyro Clay]

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Tyro raised a brow as he watched the girl respond in a sheepish fashion, lowering her chin, if only slightly, as a charming blush warmed her cheeks and lit her eyes. She gently scratched the back of her head, a nervous habit for most humans, as she replied slowly, "I really only know unarmed combat... but - " she looked to him and add in a slightly more energetic and excited tone - "I have worked with many of the regular duelists in the city, along with some of the soldiers stationed in the city." She didn't seem willing to lose a potential customer; good thing, Tyro would've given up his façade right there and knocked her out.

As if to prove her point or something, she quickly twirled about in her cute, simple little dress and apron, heading towards a wall covered in several quite intricate weapons. Personally, Tyro was more into the hand-to-hand combat as well, mostly because he was naturally equipped with fatal weapons such as ripping claws and crushing fangs, as well as a killer instinct and an overwhelming desire to just fuck shit up wherever he went, but he couldn't let this darling girl know that or else he'd lose his whole persona he had going on for him. She reached up for a knife of some sort, and though he preferred not to get involved with weapons, he couldn't help but admire it.

The knife was the size of an average knife, being about six or six inches or so in length, and it was perfectly silver, appearing to be a perfect mirror - almost. It certainly was a deadly mirror. Tyro could practically hear it cut through the air even as the girl merely moved it around from side to side, showing off its each and every beautiful and intricate design. "Lovely craftsmanship," the Heartless commented, earnestly impressed by how beautiful it was; a ruby was set in its crossbar, and upon that crossbar were several designs of some sort that gave the knife a... well, a retro-ancient look.

She replied, "Take it; you'll find it had perfect balance." She offered it out to him, and he grasped it gently within his fist, twisting it from side to side to examine it while she explained the weapon to him. "The blade's cutting edge and overall strength are not hindered by any of the gilt, or the silver; in fact, the blade's edge will last ten times as long before it needs to be sharpened." She seemed quite pleased with herself as she added, "On top of all that, the blade can carry a much sharper edge."

Tyro nodded, still fairly impressed, but having this knife in his hand was giving him psychotic thoughts - oh, all the ways he could possibly gut this cute little girl... She smiled at him and stated confidently, "I can promise any other weapon made in this shop will be of the same, or better, quality of what you hold in your hand." Tyro raised a brow and responded, "Is that so?" He took pause, bringing the knife close to him and gently sliding the flat edge of the blade along his fingers; however, he made a sudden movement that would appear like an accident, and the knife slipped, cutting into his fingers with a quick, smooth hiss.

Tyro acted startled by what he'd done, holding his hand out from him as blood suddenly dripped onto the floor. The pain was quickly collecting on his hand, and he knew that, if he made another move like this, he'd set himself off. Now, all the girl had to do was follow his plan; if she got close to try to examine his wound, he'd just grab her around her neck and cut off her air supply. He had a plan; if he managed to grab her, he'd hold her in a choke-hold until she passed out, then he'd cut through her clothes and wipe his blood on her clothes. People would think she'd had an accident that had caused her injury, and Tyro could sweep her away, back to Chaos, unchallenged.

[Chaos]

She smiled at the praise. She was still rather timid about it around the adults, but she was certain Tyro was near her age. It was honestly one of the better customers she had had all day. She suddenly realized she was staring at him as he held the blade.

She turned away and went to reorganize a stack of paperwork so that he wouldn't see her blush.She was being such a spaz since her father called her that he would be coming over to get her tow work on a sword for her Grandfather. She so rarely got to see him, since he and her mother were not together. He was always strange with her, not like a father should be, more like an uncle. Her grandfather on the other hand had always looked down on her and her mother for being poor. He was why her mother and her father weren't married.

She saw what happened and rushed to the first aid supplies. She knew where they were by heart as she had managed to injure herself often, being a klutz and all. She rushed over to Tyro with bandages in hand."Let's get you fixed up".