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Magical Soul · 04-17-2015, 02:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

They had flipped to the same page. And while the story may have been different, the words they read between the lines were the same. Mathis met the man's intense gaze with one of simplistic honesty. There was nothing to shy away from. Nothing to hide. "I have no such intoxications."

Otherwise, why would he barter work for nothing? Really, there was richness in things other than gold. This man understood that. This man understood usefulness and more importantly, worth.

As Peverell had said some would consider the discard of worth dangerous, so the same would say that ignoring a question asked by such a man was treading on thin ice. But they didn't know how it worked. They thought it a game, when it was all so much simpler than that. A conversation. For the enlightened. He didn't blink, didn't twitch, his thumb stilled and his breathing even. His gaze was open, unchallenging. "It did so, because it saw the lie and the illusions of the hen house."

Finally, his gaze shifted, hovering over the half-eaten apple. "Once out, it doesn't tend to go back, but it does end up in barns and shacks and other traps...trying to find the field."

Peverell kept his hands folded on his stomach as the man insisted he had no such intoxications. His gaze was open and seemed honest, the kind of honesty that Peverell regarded as foolish in people but this man was not of that kind of people. This man wanted in in the business, his honesty was required to gain a certain level trust that would allow Peverell to assign him with a task.

They were back to answering the chicken question. If the man was talking about himself, then he must've been looking for a place to fit in, somewhere he could find any sort of satisfaction and productivity. That was what the answer implied, Peverell found this play of words fun. More fun than the normal business communication, usually assisted with hexes and curses. This was more fun. The young man was growing on him already, although his attire... yuck.

A mosquito flew in from the window and landed on the half-eaten apple. Peverell didn't see it, his gaze stayed on the man's face, daring it to change or lose that open look. "Our field..." He spoke, finally. "... isn't for chicken." And by that, he meant cowards. "Snakes are on demand around here. You don't look like the former one. Tell me what sort of tasks you've done before." Without background insight and personal details, the man will not find assistance from Peverell.

The Dark Wizard's hand caught the apple and he raised it closer to his face, his eyes catching the mosquito standing on it. He smirked nastily at it, and opened his mouth to take a bite, the small bug flying away the last second.

04-17-2015, 02:20 PM	#67 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,519 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani They had flipped to the same page. And while the story may have been different, the words they read between the lines were the same. Mathis met the man's intense gaze with one of simplistic honesty. There was nothing to shy away from. Nothing to hide. "I have no such intoxications." Otherwise, why would he barter work for nothing? Really, there was richness in things other than gold. This man understood that. This man understood usefulness and more importantly, worth. As Peverell had said some would consider the discard of worth dangerous, so the same would say that ignoring a question asked by such a man was treading on thin ice. But they didn't know how it worked. They thought it a game, when it was all so much simpler than that. A conversation. For the enlightened. He didn't blink, didn't twitch, his thumb stilled and his breathing even. His gaze was open, unchallenging. "It did so, because it saw the lie and the illusions of the hen house." Finally, his gaze shifted, hovering over the half-eaten apple. "Once out, it doesn't tend to go back, but it does end up in barns and shacks and other traps...trying to find the field." Peverell kept his hands folded on his stomach as the man insisted he had no such intoxications. His gaze was open and seemed honest, the kind of honesty that Peverell regarded as foolish in people but this man was not of that kind of people. This man wanted in in the business, his honesty was required to gain a certain level trust that would allow Peverell to assign him with a task. They were back to answering the chicken question. If the man was talking about himself, then he must've been looking for a place to fit in, somewhere he could find any sort of satisfaction and productivity. That was what the answer implied, Peverell found this play of words fun. More fun than the normal business communication, usually assisted with hexes and curses. This was more fun. The young man was growing on him already, although his attire... yuck. A mosquito flew in from the window and landed on the half-eaten apple. Peverell didn't see it, his gaze stayed on the man's face, daring it to change or lose that open look. "Our field..." He spoke, finally. "... isn't for chicken." And by that, he meant cowards. "Snakes are on demand around here. You don't look like the former one. Tell me what sort of tasks you've done before." Without background insight and personal details, the man will not find assistance from Peverell. The Dark Wizard's hand caught the apple and he raised it closer to his face, his eyes catching the mosquito standing on it. He smirked nastily at it, and opened his mouth to take a bite, the small bug flying away the last second.