Steel Erutin

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:00:52, as written by Ottoman

Steel drew his lips, his look of wonder more akin to a grimace than anything thoughtful. The place was rather alien, he would admit, the buildings especially, but the one thing that truly seemed different to him was the smell. There was something unnatural about it all, an acrid hint. It was, however, a thing he would have to get used to if he wanted to be any kind of successful colonist. He had a knack for butting in on rhetorical questions, and he didn't let this one slip, "All it takes is a bit of practice, likely." He offered a spare glance up, his hands in his pockets as he did, standing not but a pace behind Thistle. "But you wouldn't know much about that, huh?"

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:09:37, as written by Ottoman

Mentally, Steel smirked, his humor was rather dry, the tone of his voice, to the few who heard it, rarely changing. Often he ran into the issue of people mistaking his occasional joke or jab as an actual insult, something that Thistle, who was probably around when it happened, was likely to correct. "It is a... logical idea." He was, understandably, more concerned with the walk ahead, the streets being surprisingly uncrowded, looking to every other pedestrian they crossed paths with. It was probably an odd thing to do, but Steel was a bit more preoccupied with matters other than blending in, for the moment. "You were always better at talking."

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:21:18, as written by Ottoman

His gaze snapped quickly as she reacted to almost tripping over the foreign object. Seeing that the thing hadn't moved since Thistle had bumped into it, he pushed her away from it gently before edging his way to it. Crouched, Steel inspected the hydrant, an arm's length away, cautious to approach it further. After a minute or so of observation, he came to the solemn conclusion,

"I think we're safe, for the moment."

It was at that moment, in their safety, that a passerby bothered look to them, having overheard Steel's statement. A man of middle age, clad in a rather average business suit, bearing an understandably puzzled look on his face. Surely the man was in a rather confused state of mind, one that was likely only deepened as Steel glanced to him, his face eerily serious. He soon continued on his own errands, and Steel turned to look to Thistle, "Odd people, these Terrans are."

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:30:34, as written by Ottoman

Steel suppressed the urge to grab her arm, instead simply warning her, his unfamiliarity with conversation rather evident. "Don't kill yourself." He watched on, uneasy, as she examined it, pondering to himself just what purpose the thing would accomplish. Was it some sort of defensive mechanism? Was it a sort of anti-theft device? It didn't look like it was supposed to detonate, the form of the thing wasn't suited for fragmentation, at least not any that seemed logical to him.

"What do you think it does?"

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:40:09, as written by Ottoman

Steel trudged along beside her, rather curious himself to see what all Terra had to offer... in a strictly professional sense, of course. It was his duty to be curious, at least in some sense, as a colonist. Without learning about them, one would make a very poor mimic. "Maybe they're rigged to go off if someone talks too much." With a glance, he let her know he was only joking, not that one could tell it from his face.

# Terra, 2011-09-18 21:45:11, as written by Ottoman

He pondered on his answer for a while, not wanting to give light judgement, especially regarding something as important as his profession. He took his hands, which had been replaced in his pockets after leaving the device, and rubbed them together, using the action to help him think. "It smells." He decreed, with an undertone of finality.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 18:10:53, as written by Ottoman

Steel was a nervous wreck, though one unfamiliar with the Erutin, much less darks, would find it difficult to tell. He was never very good at expressing his emotions in other forms, even if he stayed in this human one for most of the time. His face was what did it, bearing just as little emotion as most any other time, the two things that truly gave his state of mind away being his breathing and his eyes. He'd been tracking her for some time, or so he figured, all the way to a rather unpleasant establishment, at least in regards to one such as Thistle.
He almost burst into the doors as quickly as he had been pacing down the street, but he thought before he acted, and decided against it. If she was in here, it would be unwise to reveal one's self so easily... a guise would suit him better. Taking but a few moments to attain a rather average form - a caucasian man in his early twenties - he soon entered, glancing over the place as he did.

Mother would not like this.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 18:24:48, as written by Ottoman

Steel chose his steps carefully, not wanting to alert Thistle to his presence, her eyes likely familiar with whatever mannerisms he might have. Only shifters were truly adept at spotting others of their own kind, and that was the only thing that kept him from simply approaching her and escorting her from the place.

He sighed mentally seeing her partake of a beverage that would've gone over like a lead balloon back home.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 18:34:09, as written by Ottoman

It wasn't that he'd partaken before, but rather that he had bothered not to, that bothered him. There was a reason mother hadn't let either of them try it, thus far, and all one had to do to understand was just imagine Thistle intoxicated. Edging his way down the bar, he ordered something bland - a glass of water. Finally sitting within an arm's length of her, his caution likely serving little purpose, with Thistle distracted largely by her drink, he spoke, rather plainly where he knew she could hear,

"Mother wont care for this."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 18:51:04, as written by Ottoman

He knew it, she was trying to avoid him. It was only to be expected, however. She was his curious light, and he the rather annoying dark. He knew he probably wasn't much fun to be around, but it was his job to keep an eye on her, and he couldn't let that slip. "I'll keep it quiet," he decided after pondering for a few moments, "if I really am the bestest."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:01:59, as written by Ottoman

He returned the hug, happy to have perhaps made something of an unspoken deal, at least in his mind. He'd keep quiet about some of her more bold actions and she'd, hopefully, stay under control. "Well, I don't think they drink them for their flavor." Thistle was a good one, despite all his worrying for her. His concern was rather more geared to those who would take advantage of her, not what she'd do herself. Rather unexpectedly, he took her drink, her curiosity being somewhat infectious, and he took a sip of it.

He paused for a while afterwards, musing on the flavor.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:11:48, as written by Ottoman

"It's... different. I agree, it's odd, but I don't know whether I like it or not." At the mention of the place and mother's suspicions, he glanced about the place once more, just in time to see a group of rather well off looking soldiers make an entrance, armed and uniformed. At the introduction of this stimuli, Steel quipped, sounding a bit more harsh than he intended. "That, Thistle, is likely why."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:22:10, as written by Ottoman

"I don't know." The place was seemingly devoid of logic.

The soldiers didn't set him at unease as much as the rather odd woman who had just brandished a blade within an arm's length of the twins, an act which immediately made him feel somewhat threatened. That, however, wasn't what made him nervous, rather it was Thistle's sake which caused him to act. Standing, he motioned Thistle behind him, his hands held, as best he could remember, in a defensive stance, ready to parry the blade should it come to it.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:31:18, as written by Ottoman

Steel was becoming more convinced that it just might be better if they vacated the premises. With a glance to Thistle, Steel did his best to communicate their need to leave without speaking. Remaining in his stance, he began to edge away from the woman, his left hand clasping Thistle's as best he could without removing his focus from the possible assailant.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:40:54, as written by Ottoman

His initial reaction was to keep on with tugging, but her words kept him from it, showing again that she had the upper hand when it came to social interaction. She attempted to reassure him, and he returned to his seat, shifting back into his usual shape while his face was out of sight from most. His eyes still retained a cautious glint, the Belkan attitude he favored so much remaining evident.

"I think I know why mother told us to avoid this place."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 19:51:25, as written by Ottoman

She was right. A Belkan would stay... or so he concluded. From what little information he was able to gather from the archives back on Dev Eru, compiled from the Empire's association with them prior to their disappearance, and if they were one thing, it was determined.

At the least, that was the only honorable trait that came to mind when thinking in single adjectives.

"You're right." He straightened himself in his seat, his air becoming a hint more proud than it was before. If only he had one of those uniforms he had seen so long ago, he would look the part of a proper Belkan! That was one of the few things he desired; a rather dashing ensemble, or so he figured. His newfound pride disappeared moments after it had came, however, wondering if they'd ever get the chance to travel to the distant empire. Thinking allowed, he didn't expect to be answered, "Not that they'd come to this place."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 20:04:53, as written by Ottoman

Steel's expression seemed more blank than usual, staring off into space at the many bottles arrayed beyond the bar. He tended to do such when thinking, his eyes simply there while his brain did most of the work. Their mother could take them, being on good relations with the Emperor, of all Belkans, not to mention the decoration that Thistle spoke of. However, the thought of meeting the Emperor rather excited him, more than even going to the Hegemony itself.

Were it that he'd ever let himself be creative, one could say it was his dream.

The second option that Thistle had suggested was much more plausible, and when it came to a chance at the Hegemony, Steel was always rather curious. "You really think so?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 20:11:43, as written by Ottoman

Steel shrugged too, as he often did. Already the two had gotten into near enough trouble to last a week back home, why stop now? Besides, he could forgive this little errand... it was for his education, after all. "I suppose I could write it off as being for my education..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 20:19:55, as written by Ottoman

Steel didn't have much of a clue as to were to start either... Terra was a big place, even bigger than Dev Eru in some regards, and he, having studied human culture and society for quite some time, felt lost. He was entirely serious, however, when he suggested that they might take a small detour to the Hegemony. For learning's sake, and his own. At the suggestion of Thistle, the idea of conversing with their own travelers struck him as the best choice. "Not like we can start anywhere else."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-19 20:27:14, as written by Ottoman

The traveler reminded Steel of himself, save just more outspoken. Her logic was infallible, knowing his sister, the two probably had other episodes akin to this prior to the current one. He decided, for the moment, to let Thistle and Rose decide the course of action, he'd only interfere if things began to decidedly look like against the expedition.

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Last seen at: The Inner Empire

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