concoursec | What was Katsura thinking?

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What was Katsura thinking?

Character(s): Edge and Katsura.

Location: Balamb Town (primarily)

Rating: PG?

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.

Summary: Katsura has agreed to go on a date with Edge.

Having agreed to meet the elven Instructor for dinner (but not sparring), Edge had taken up a pose by the Garden's entrance, waiting patiently for her arrival.

Oh yes, this had every sign of being an excellent day ahead.

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Partly this was because--well, she hadn't been on a date in more years than she could count. And that meant that she was not sure what, precisely, to do. She'd settled on wearing a simple white woolen dress, and twisted flowers into her hair to differ from the hairband she wore every day.

However, she still brought along the case containing her bow and quiver, and if Edge looked closely he could probably see the golem-like shale spider keeping a respectful distance from his hunter.

Oh, and the ninja had gotted fidgety waiting. He'd managed to convince himself he'd been stood up, unconvince himself, convince himself again, and was in the process of unconvincing himself one more time just as she arrived.

Of course, as soon as she appeared, Edge immediately shed all outward signs of doubt or consternation in favor of a flirtatious smile. "You anticipated my idea, but I hope you won't mind adding one more." So saying, he bowed dramatically, producing a single red rose from his cloak as an offering to her.

Katsura blinked at the rose for a moment, and then smiled. "It's lovely, thank you!" Though instead of pinning it in her hair, she tucked it into the collar of her dress.

"I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting, Edge. I was in a quandary as to what to wear, and that's what took me so long."

"You look lovely!" he said. That was an easy one, after all. It was also true, which made it even easier.

He gestured grandly towards the road with a snap of his cape. "Shall we, then?"

"Yes, please," she said, pink tinging her cheeks. Not too old to be embarrassed, after all.

"You said you had someplace in mind?" Katsura asked. Even to her, that seemed a little lame, and she tried to cover it with a smile. Why was this so difficult?

"A restaurant I know of in Balamb," he said, not adding that he'd scoped out Balamb's restaurants long ago for exactly this purpose. One always had to be prepared! "Assuming of course that you like seafood."

"I seem to recall you saying that," Katsura said. "And yes, I like seafood. I did a lot of fishing back on Azeroth, but I've gotten out of the habit since I arrived here, I admit."

"Then it's settled," he said brightly. And so saying, he turned to face the road, inviting her to fall in alongside her on their walk to town.

"By the way," he said quite casually, with a glance behind them. "What IS that creature with you?"

"That is Sulphur. He's my shale spider, one of my pets. With what you said, he's along as...a security measure, so to speak. Obviously I'm not wearing armor," the hunter said with a dry chuckle.

"I plan to have him stay outside the restaurant, unobtrusively on a wall." Where Katsura hoped that he wouldn't get in too much trouble. Sulphur was one of her more steady companions, after all.

"I've never seen a creature like that," Edge said. On the other hand, he'd been to the Moon and seen dragons, bacteria the size of houses, and the incarnation of hatred itself, so he certainly wasn't intimidates or even bothered.

"He came from Deepholm, the Elemental Plane of Earth," Katsura explained. "Which may be why. Though humans such as yourself have certainly been there."

Well, maybe not like Edge. Katsura shrugged a little, reflecting her thoughts.

"Sulphur tends to be one of my closer companions. He's a little less excitable than Kitsune, and it's easier to explain webbing than say...poison, if I brought my scorpid along."

"I see." Privately Edge had just formulated a couple of theories on why Katsura hadn't had many dates. But a couple of monstrous companions that might potentially interfere in painful ways weren't going to deter HIM!

That just earned the ninja a look, one pointed eyebrow raised high.

Humans were still odd. She shook her head.

"So, how long of a walk do we have? I see I am not so good at small talk as I thought." Katsura gave a dry chuckle.

By way of an answer, he pointed off in the distance, where Balamb proper was visible at the ocean's edge. Something of a walk; it might have been easier to drive, but neither of them were out of shape and it was a beautiful day.

"You want small talk, tell me how you came to pick up all these companions of yours?"

Katsura chuckled at that. "The ones I have now are only a fraction--I used to have more, back when I was on Azeroth, before I arrived. I am a hunter, and my pets are more than just companions. They are partners, so to speak--we work together. I traveled to quite a few places to tame the ones I have now, and the ones who did not arrive with me, as well."

That made her think. "You know, perhaps I could tame some of the animals here. I never really tried. Mostly because I have been content with what I had."

"Oh, so this is your fighting style then? Sort of like a... a beastmaster!" That was the closest he could think of, rare as he'd ever found that breed to be.

"Well, I am skilled with ranged weapons. Bows, guns, that sort of thing, though I can use swords or maces well enough to get out of a melee pinch." Katsura chuckled.

"Actually, one of a hunter's ways of training is called beastmaster. The others are survival and marksmanship. I preferred marksmanship and beast mastery, myself."

"It's all shooting things either way," Edge said with a chuckle. "Not my style. So I don't get these fine distinctions."

"It is, at that, but we all have our specialties, do we not?" Katsura asked, giving Edge a smile.

"You know one of mine and yours cross over, right?" he said with a playful arch of the eyebrows. Flirt, flirt!

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. On one hand, Kat was certain the ninja was flirting. On the other...she wasn't certain what he meant.

Perplexing!

"Projectile weapons, my dear Instructor," he said. From his belt he drew a shuriken, which he spun briefly on one fingertip. "In my case, thrown. It's a specialty of ninjutsu."

"Ah, I see. And that explains why I didn't think of it. Thrown weapons are not my specialty. I know enough to instruct, of course, or I wouldn't be in this position, but..." Katsura let her words trail off, as she shrugged again.

"Well!" she said, brightly. "That just means you'll have an opportunity to see more of me, if you so choose. Because I certainly wouldn't mind a few pointers."

Trade the specialty arts of the Eblan clan away in exchange for another date?

You bet your ass he would.

"Of course I'll help! I'll have to see about picking up a few spare weapons, but that certainly shouldn't be a problem."

"Actually, I may have a few spares lying about, depending on what you think you may need, Edge," the elf said. "I have a terrible habit of picking up souvenirs...but ones I might have a use for, some day."

Her lips pursed for a moment, and Katsura chuckled. "But I must say, how smooth of you to arrange a second date before we even finished the first!"

"If you're going to give me that big a target, you bet I'm going to try to hit it," he said, grinning beneath the mask.

"Oh, I'd imagine you must be very good at hitting your target. Aren't you?"

Katsura chuckled. What WAS she doing? Well...whatever it was, she hadn't had as much fun in...

It was a pity that she couldn't remember.

"Let's just say I... rarely miss." He pointed at her with the last statement, voice and expression sly.

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What was Katsura thinking?

The Instructor is late.

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