[LOG] Evil or Not?
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Note: Any coming logs are non-CoM unless specified otherwise in the title. I have about...20 unedited CoM logs on my HD which I will edit sometime after Monday and start putting them up. ^^;
Characters: Nyssius, Loki, Airednas.
In the Southern Grasslands
Tall weeds from the southern grasslands surround you. You can barely see in front
of you as the weeds are very thick and dense. You can carefully move through the weeds
to the other sections of the grasslands. Every once in awhile you see the weeds up
ahead of you move violently. Luckily, they generally don't move in your direction.
You can see the sky above you clearly.
[Exits: northeast southwest]
A pile of silver coins.
A chunk of clear quartz is here.
A sturdy wooden lockpick is here
A frilly pink handkerchief is here.
A lost Tralisian settler is here.
Nyssius the Cryinale Elf is here.
Nyssius says to you, "See? Peaceful."
Nyssius beams.
You say to Nyssius, "Hmm, very true. Never been here before actually."
Nyssius says to you, "It's a nice place to harvest energy from the Gaia Tribunary."
"Ah, then I know where to find you next time." Loki yawns slightly, folding his arms behind him.
Nyssius blinks
Nyssius grumbles at Loki
Settling on the grassy ground, Nyssius cants his head slightly to one side and asks, "If there is anywhere you would wish to go or explore, feel free to suggest anything."
Easily flopping down on the ground and stretching out on his back, Loki makes a faint sound of obvious approval of the current place. "Am good for now, but when you get restless feel free to prod me on. Am flexible like that."
Nyssius sniffs, flipping his hair over his shoulder and working on cleaning his glaive. "Flexibility has its perks," he says off-handedly.
"Hmm? Like what?" Eyes slightly narrowed, with sleep or something else, Loki quietly observes the methodic cleaning of the glaive as he waits for an answer.
Nyssius tells the group "Glaive = very phallic! XD (is shot!)"
Nyssius gives Loki a baleful glare. "I'm sure you can imagine," he casually says, while stretching out one tired leg in front of him, the rustle of cloth and armor audible in the area.
Loki shifts slightly, rolling onto his front instead and propping his head on one hand while observing Nyssius. "I have a weak imagination, so why don't you explain?" he asks curiously.
Nyssius 's look truly says it all. "I wouldn't be surprised," he mutters. Shrugging one slender shoulder lightly, he answers with a candid, "A variety of professions, from the most dangerous to the most profane, I suppose. And with your...ah...profession, it can only be an asset, mm?"
You say to Nyssius, "And my profession would be what, according to you?"
Nyssius snorts, a slight laugh escaping his lips before he could stifle it. "Not really hard to guess, with your frequently wandering hands. Either you're of the...rogue-ish persuasion, or you're a very bad groper."
Loki grins lopsidedly at Nyssius. "Maybe I'm a bit of both?" he teases quietly, tilting his head slightly backwards and away from the elf in anticipation of a blow.
Grumbling, Nyssius shifts on the ground to top your nose with the tip of his pointy shard. "Definitely a rogue if I ever saw one, and not necessarily of the thieving persuasion," he mumbles, though a corner of his lips lifts up in a slight smile.
Loki scrunches up his nose slightly as it is tapped before letting out a short laugh. "At least with a rogue you can be sure to get some sort of excitement or fun! We tend to be horribly amusing." He nods sagely at Nyssius before reaching back with one hand and untying the string holding his hair up, letting it tumble in the wind.
Nyssius sniffs at the remark, attempting to ignore the rather blatant display of hair-exhibition. "What makes you think I don't have enough fun on my own? I was doing rather well 'til the whole lot of you humans came along," he curtly says.
"You don't get lonely then?" Loki pauses briefly as if pondering something before following up with, "I have to admit I do sometimes. It's why I tend to stick to cities instead of the wild."
Nyssius snickers mildly. "I stick to the cities for indoor plumbing." He braces his elbows on the ground and lies back to lean on them, tilting his head slightly to stare up at the sky. "As for loneliness, not really. Though company can be rather handy during tight spots or...well, when there are frightening things abound." A moment later, he quickly follows up with, "Not that I get frightened much, mind."
"Frightening things like monsters under your bed?" The fall of hair hides the wide grin plastered on Loki's face, although he quickly sobers up again. "I don't suppose you scare easily, else you wouldn't be half as prickly...or maybe it's the opposite and you're so prickly because you scare easy?"
Nyssius 's expression immediately sours, his nose scrunching and his brows drawing together. In a low, petulant voice, he mumbles, "I'm not prickly..." and lets his voice trail off, completely ignoring the rest of Loki's allegations.
"Don't take it as an insult, really. You wouldn't be half as fun if you weren't prickly." Loki almost reaches out to ruffle Nyssius's hair, like he would that of a little boy, but just as fast draws his hand back. "Besides I bet it's good sometimes, to not trust people so easily and try to drive them away. Does that mean that those who persist are the people worth knowing?"
"No. It just means that those who persist are too stubborn to take a hint," Nyssius replies, before casting a sidelong glance at you while brushing his white hair behind a pointed ear. "And yes, perhaps you'd do with a lack of trust for someone so young. Though if you were the one doing the evil deed, I suppose there's really nothing to be afraid of."
Loki snorts slightly, maybe in a self-deprecating fashion. "Not all rogues are evil, you know." he murmurs softly, flopping back down on his back to stare at the sky.
Nyssius snickers slightly. "And I suppose taking hard-earned money out of someone's pockets is just a misunderstood deed?"
"Despite the common thought that stealing is evil, it isn't. Stealing in itself is an act, and therefore can't be called evil or good. That is an attribute for the one doing the stealing, no?" Loki shifts his head slightly to glance at Nyssius. "And not all thieves are evil. Some steal so they can survive, to buy food and their daily needs."
Nyssius shakes his head slightly, the tips of his white hair dancing in the breeze. "Like killing someone is an act, I suppose?" he shifts to look fully at Loki, his head tilted slightly, a mildly curious expression on his face. "You're right, though, there are acts that aren't inherently evil, but there -are- those that surpass most people's range of morality. So, I don't know about
Nyssius shakes his head slightly, the tips of his white hair dancing in the breeze. "Like killing someone is an act, I suppose?" he shifts to look fully at Loki, his head tilted slightly, a mildly curious expression on his face. "You're right, though, there are acts that aren't inherently evil, but there -are- those that surpass most people's range of morality. So, I don't know about you, but I think these acts are 'bad.' And I do mean bad in the very evil sense."
You say to Nyssius, "Tell me then. Why is stealing, in itself, bad?"
Nyssius smiles slightly and peers at Loki from behind his curtain of hair, sparing the straying strands a mild 'tsk' of annoyance. "You seem to have a problem with term 'evil.' I have no qualms with it whatsoever."
Loki grins slightly at that, eyes twinkling with amusement. "I don't object to the term evil at all. I just object to it being used too much on things that aren't evil."
Nyssius says to you, "Then what is evil for you, mm? Since the unwilling transfer of ownership seems to be outside of evil's jurisdiction in your opinion."
Loki makes faint pondering noises, shifting a bit as a grass eater nearly prods him in his thigh. "Hmm, define evil eh..." He props one leg up, bended at the knee, eyes staring thoughtfully upwards. "Mindless slaughter of intelligent beings would be evil. Stealing is bad, I won't say it isn't. But a person can steal to survive. Or steal to tease someone. Some even return what they stole. The act itself is...well, frowned upon, but not evil per se..." Thoughtful still, Loki turns back to Nyssius. "Does that make sense?"
Nyssius chuckles slightly. "A little, perhaps. What you're saying is... that one's morals is dependent on his or her state of good fortune...ergo, if said good fortune were to drop completely off the face of Eihydia, suddenly, it's completely understandable for one's morals to sink a little lower. Yes?"
Loki shrugs lightly, awkwardly from his position. "Isn't that the way with everyone? If you were a pauper, would your morals be the same as they are now? Wouldn't you steal some gold to buy food if you were starving and on the brink of death?"
Nyssius 's smile turns bemused. "Well, yes, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone off the streets were to call me an 'evil thing,' because of it. Regardless of true intent and a person's background, I'm afraid we -do- have a measurestick for these things - it's called society.
"And that is why I said the word "evil" is used too much." Loki's eyes drift shut slightly, lips curving into a lazy smile. "People can call you evil. Does that mean you are? And how can those who don't know your complete reasons judge you?"
Nyssius hrms, raising a slim eyebrow in turn. "Well... I know I stole. And I know or at least consider stealing as bad. And if being evil is the only way to survive, then why not? Does evil lie solely in intent? If a mass murderer were to kill millions of people because of some psychological damage no one ever knew, does that make him any less of an evil person?"
Loki 's answer is very simple. "Yes." His smile grows a bit wider, arms moving from where they lie over his chest to beneath his head, forming a pillow and the slightest bit of leverage.
"Mm. And how do you know that the slew of 'evil' people in Eihydia's histories did not have good intent lying behind their acts?" Nyssius follows, his gaze unreadable.
You say to Nyssius, "You don't. That's the thing."
Nyssius raises a slim eyebrow. "If that's how you define evil, then what the hell is evil in your dictionary?"
"Take Loanman for example." Loki's voice takes on a heated tone, born from the passionate debate. "He is considered evil, no? But who knows? Maybe he is right. I haven't been here long enough to judge, but maybe this government is corrupt, and he is taking the right course of action. How can you be sure?"
Nyssius shrugs his slender shoulder lightly. "I think the crux of the problem is our definition of evil in and of itself," he says slowly. "For you, evil is this...thing of pure hate and guile, without reason and without compromise. I've yet to see examples of this in this world. I consider evil as more of society's narrow-minded point of view based on other people's actions, dependinding on the standards of law."
Nyssius lifts his shoulder in another shrug. "People often use 'evil' to denote something 'bad,' and people often use it in relation to things they do not understand. So what's so faulty with substituting one term for the other?
Loki arches an eyebrow at that. "So anything you don't understand is immediately considered evil?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. But I do consider what I perceive as society's moralistic standards and find no fault in calling things below the requisite morality line as evil. Really, I don't see what the big fuss is about the word."
Loki hmms thoughtfully, one hand raking through his hair. "Maybe it's because I don't put much value on society then. I don't know really. I just never saw evil as something that could be defined so easily. And by your standards, if you think about it, doesn't that mean we all have some evil in us...?"
Nyssius smiles slightly at Loki. "Wouldn't that be true? At least I've always believed so."
Loki snickers softly, the sound slightly muffled. "Oh, it most likely is true. So tell me, what sort of evil resides in you that I should know of?"
Nyssius blinks once, seeming slightly disoriented with the turn of conversation. "Oh...you mean apart from being snippy and generally unpleasant to the world?"
Loki flicks a bit of grass in Nyssius's direction, grinning wickedly. "Ah, but would that be considered as evil or merely grumpy?"
Nyssius chuckles mildly. "Take your pick. Though I very rarely travel to extremes...walking the fine line between the righteous and the morally-inept has always suited me."
You say to Nyssius, "You're not the evil type, really. So, grumpy it is."
Loki beams brightly at Nyssius, appearing satisfied with his deduction.
Nyssius raises a slim eyebrow at Loki. "There's always time. Maybe I'll turn into an evil overlord a year hence and corrupt you, mm?"
Loki nods seriously at Nyssius. "I'll look forward to that. It'll be fun!" The last is said with a hint of glee and the usual cheer that seems to be around him no matter what. "Do I get to be your evil minion then?"
"My sex slave, most likely," Nyssius answers, with the trademark flick of his hair. "Or maybe an all-around fetching boy. Yes, that's quite a delicious image..."
"Hmm...sex slave...?" Quite mischievous now, Loki sends a leer in Nyssius's direction, giving him a thorough once-over. "That doesn't sound half bad...there's a certain seductive power to evil, isn't there?"
Nyssius says, "..."
Airednas quickly drops out of the shadows into view!
Nyssius coughs slightly into one hand. "Perhaps sex slave wasn't such a wise choice..."
Airednas says, "..."
Nyssius blinks.
Nyssius looks at Airednas.
Airednas looks at Nyssius.
Nyssius smiles slightly at Airednas. "I wasn't talking about you, lovely."
Regarding the elf coolly, Airednas offers him a small nod, unimpressed. "As you say, though I hesitate to wonder your topic..." She smiles slightly at the other. "you."
Loki coughs loudly to hide a snicker, barely composing himself enough to nod politely towards Airednas in greeting.
Nyssius 's smile completely vanishes as he glances suspiciously between Airednas and Loki, his finger trailing idly over the side of his shard.
"Something troubles you?" Airednas inquires to Nyssius, sounding as bored as she looks.
Nyssius spares Aire a neutral look before shifting his gaze to his still blood-soaked glaive, chipping away at a lumpy stain with his finger and watching the flake drift to the ground. "Friend of yours?" he asks Loki without looking up.
"Met her earlier today actually." Loki sends a quirk of a grin towards Airednas as he elaborates, "Went hunting together for a while. Am I to understand you two never met then?"
"Quite." Nyssius casts Airednas a sidelong glance, mildly curious despite himself. "Been with you long?"
"Enough." Airednas allows, folding her arms against her chest, her fingers tracing the length of her knife. "You are, cousin?"
Nyssius hrms, laying his glaive across his lap and nonchalantly leaning back on his elbows. "Nyssius," he answers, observing the other elf quietly. "New in Tralisia, or have I just had the strange misfortune of not encountering you during my wanderings toward the center?"
Loki softly mutters the word "flirt" under his breath.
"Either, or both." Airednas replies with a shrug, yellow eyes shifting to you before returning to the fairer elf, offering with a grin. "Airednas Sil'Lac."
Nyssius nods politely to Airednas. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He slides a glance at Loki before continuing with, "Unlike some people I could name, of course."
"Yet to be determined, Nyssius." Airednas gives the elf a mirthless smile, glancing at you along. "The... 'pleasure', that is."
Loki yawns and reaches over with one hand to almost lazily pull on Nyssius's hair. "You love me. Admit it." He sends his brightest smile towards Airednas. "Feel free to join us, the grass is very comfortable."
"Ever the comedian, you." Airednas retorts, sharper in tone as she regards elf and human alike. "Or... Lovers?"
Scowling, Nyssius pulls back with an annoyed 'tsk,' his almost amiable expression quickly turning into an icy glare. "Your hand. My hair. The two should never be in close proximity--" A scandalized cough leaves his throat at Airednas's remark, however, abruptly cutting himself off.
Airednas smirks slightly. "Excuse me a moment. I've... a desire for a bit of red."
"But your hair is soft and silky! Very nice to touch." Loki smiles innocently at Nyssius, eyes gleaming a bit, turning back to glance questioningly at Airednas as she re-enters.
Nyssius makes a face at the grass eater legs, grimacing at Airednas after. "I actually LIKE those creatures, you know," he mutters.
"Of COURSE it's soft and silky. It's not human hair is it?" Nyssius smiles mock-sweetly.
"Such a shame." Being Airednas' amused retort, entirely unapologic.
You say to Nyssius, "That's why I have this urging need to touch it, hmm?"
Nyssius says to you, "And that's why I'm saying no to your hand coming in close proximity anywhere of my anatomy, thank you."
Nyssius says, "Aire ..."
Nyssius says to Airednas, "Whatever did those grass eaters do to you?"
Her words sharp and clipped. "It's Airednas Sil'Lac."
You say to Nyssius, "Aww, not anywhere at all? Not even a few specific places?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. End of discussion. Wax seal on the folded envelope."
"Shame." Airednas cuts in. "Such a reunion is quite... 'welcomed' among my kind, /cousin/."
"You should help me convince him to change his mind. Such a pity to not be allowed to touch exquisite skin, really." Loki barely manages to keep a straight face through this, his frame shaking a bit with silent laughter, barely noticed.
Nyssius frowns, shifting his glance at Airednas, a strange look on his face. "Really now? Even without means of procreation?"
Nyssius says to you, "My skin remains exquisite after frequent bathing and the lack of groping human hands, thank you very much. And I would like for it to remain that way!"
"As you say." Airednas gives Nyssius a vague wave of her hand, the bronze knife flashing in the air as she regards you. "Well, entertain, comedian, and... I just may."
Airednas tells the group "*cuts Loki's clothes off* xD"
Nyssius tells the group "OMG"
Nyssius huffs, scooting a bit on the ground to place some much-needed distance between himself and Loki. "It's a fortunate thing he's not at all entertaining, then," he mumbles under his breath.
Utterly bland, Loki replies with, "Groping human hands make the exquishite skin gleam with sweat, no?" He calmly turns back to Airednas, hiding the grin from Nyssius behind the fall of his hair. "Hmm, what should I do to entertain you then?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. Groping human hands make the skin itch and flake and all manner of unpleasant things that I'd rather not mention."
Twirling the blade within her hand, Airednas points the tip at you. "Strip, if you've naught else."
Airednas tells the group "*castrates* xD"
You say to Nyssius, "Ah, some human used their groping hands on yo-"
Nyssius says to Airednas, "..."
Loki blinks slowly at Airednas. "Erm...strip you say?"
Nyssius says to Airednas, "Er...here? In full view of the...um...grass eaters and the cryinale elf who so happens to have front row seats at the moment?"
"It's one form of... entertainment." Airednas smiles, baring her teeth with the stilling of the blade.
Nyssius shifts uncomfortably on the ground, his suspicious and dubious glare shifting from one person to the other
Nyssius says to Airednas, "...You're not a very nice person, are you?"
"I'm very sorry, but my husband-to-be would be very upset if I stripped in public. I must refuse, with regret." Loki does not, however, appear regretful at all, merely relieved.
Nyssius glares icily at Loki. "And that husband-to-be had better not be a cryinale elf with my name attached to him!"
Airednas looks amused. "Whomever decreed me... 'nice', or... 'not'?" The knife beings to twirling in her hand once more, yellow eyes glowing darker with her humor. "Such a shame, /Loki/, I was hoping for a look... not all bluff, are you?"
"Well, he is," Nyssius says matter-of-factly. "But there's no reason to call him in on it."
"Such as the fact that he might be a woman under all that garb?" Airednas inquires with viscious humor, blade ever flickering.
Loki shakes his head mournfully at Airednas. "Ah, had you asked me a month ago I would have gladly stripped for you. But after the engagement it seems wrong to do so." One sharp elbow finds itself digging into Nyssius's ribs, harshly, a sweet smile all the way plastered on his lips. He leans closer to the male elf to whisper, "Would you rather I strip right now?"
Nyssius opens his mouth to utter a quick retort, but then closes it again, his eyes growing slightly wide as he considers Airednas's statement by peering intently at Loki's chest.
You say, "...Oi. I'm not a girl."
Nyssius hrms, leaning farther back from Loki and tilting his head the other angle, observing the same area. "She has a point...and I did mistake you for a girl before..."
Loki raises an eyebrow archly. "Would you like me to strip and prove to you?" he enquires pleasantly.
Nyssius says, "...Well, I admist to...SOME fascination...though really, this is highly improper..."
Airednas tells the group "I will definately try to castrate Loki. xD"
Airednas tells the group "If he strips. xDDD"
You say to your group, "Omg!!! XDDDDD sob he'll only take off his shirt cry"
Nyssius tells the group "Omfg!!!"
Airednas tells the group "Fine."
Airednas tells the group "*cuts off a nipple* XD"
Nyssius tells the group "Hahahaha LOVE Aire XD"
"You asked for it." Getting swiftly to his feet, Loki casually begins to unbotton his white shirt, button after button slipping through the minute holes, him grumbling all the while. That done, he jerks the shirt open to reveal a well-muscled and very flat chest. "Satisfied?" he demands with his hands planted on both hips, staring defiantly from Nyssius to Airednas.
Airednas responds by taking a single, deliberate step forward, yellow eyes intent on Loki, "Well..." She draws, knife tipping towards the human. "It certainly looks... male."
Nyssius blinks slowly, his stare settling at Loki's chest for a handful of seconds too long for normal, before he manages to yank his gaze off of it and cough into his hand, letting the fall of his hair hide his face.. "Er...yes, quite satisfactory..."
Eyes fixing warily on the knife held by the female elf, Loki quickly starts to rebutton his shirt, not relaxing until his chest was covered by the cloth once more. "Well...there you have it." He seems somewhat awkward as he flops back down, unconsciously shifting closer to Nyssius to get away from the knife.
Nyssius regains his composure, snarling a little too quickly and lifting his hand to push Loki the other way. "I am not a shield of any kind, thank you very much!"
Airednas flips the knife to her side, evidently disappointed. "Not fun, Loki, not fun at all. I wasn't going to cut you... much." another smile, and she leans over to Nyssius. "Agreeable?"
You say to your group, "Em sits very still as Nyssius's hand accidently grazes his face and then, swiftly, turns his hand to let his tongue flick over the other's skin.....*SHOT*"
Nyssius tells the group "OMFG"
Nyssius looks rather in need of breath as he's flanked from either side. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he turns his head toward Airednas while scooting a bit backward. "Ah...yes, yes... why not?"
You say, "....shouldn't you be asking /me/ if it's agreeable?"
"Should I?" Airednas flashes you a quick smile, her attention mostly focused on Nyssius.
"No, by all means don't." Loki's expression is slightly sour as he throws himself down with a huff, resuming his previous position.
Nyssius 's cautious look quickly turns to one of mild annoyance, tipping his head toward Loki and saying to Airednas, "There he is, plain as day. Do your worst, why don't you?"
"As you say." Airednas declares, a note of finality ringing in her tone. "Though perhaps another time... I've dallied enough here, and... red is calling."
You say to Airednas, "Red isn't that much of a pretty color, really."
"It serves its purpose." Being Airednas' slightly... maniac reply, thumb stroking over the blade with almost loving care.
You say to Airednas, "I think I'll sleep for a bit...have fun with the err...red."
Characters: Nyssius, Loki, Airednas.
In the Southern Grasslands
Tall weeds from the southern grasslands surround you. You can barely see in front
of you as the weeds are very thick and dense. You can carefully move through the weeds
to the other sections of the grasslands. Every once in awhile you see the weeds up
ahead of you move violently. Luckily, they generally don't move in your direction.
You can see the sky above you clearly.
[Exits: northeast southwest]
A pile of silver coins.
A chunk of clear quartz is here.
A sturdy wooden lockpick is here
A frilly pink handkerchief is here.
A lost Tralisian settler is here.
Nyssius the Cryinale Elf is here.
Nyssius says to you, "See? Peaceful."
Nyssius beams.
You say to Nyssius, "Hmm, very true. Never been here before actually."
Nyssius says to you, "It's a nice place to harvest energy from the Gaia Tribunary."
"Ah, then I know where to find you next time." Loki yawns slightly, folding his arms behind him.
Nyssius blinks
Nyssius grumbles at Loki
Settling on the grassy ground, Nyssius cants his head slightly to one side and asks, "If there is anywhere you would wish to go or explore, feel free to suggest anything."
Easily flopping down on the ground and stretching out on his back, Loki makes a faint sound of obvious approval of the current place. "Am good for now, but when you get restless feel free to prod me on. Am flexible like that."
Nyssius sniffs, flipping his hair over his shoulder and working on cleaning his glaive. "Flexibility has its perks," he says off-handedly.
"Hmm? Like what?" Eyes slightly narrowed, with sleep or something else, Loki quietly observes the methodic cleaning of the glaive as he waits for an answer.
Nyssius tells the group "Glaive = very phallic! XD (is shot!)"
Nyssius gives Loki a baleful glare. "I'm sure you can imagine," he casually says, while stretching out one tired leg in front of him, the rustle of cloth and armor audible in the area.
Loki shifts slightly, rolling onto his front instead and propping his head on one hand while observing Nyssius. "I have a weak imagination, so why don't you explain?" he asks curiously.
Nyssius 's look truly says it all. "I wouldn't be surprised," he mutters. Shrugging one slender shoulder lightly, he answers with a candid, "A variety of professions, from the most dangerous to the most profane, I suppose. And with your...ah...profession, it can only be an asset, mm?"
You say to Nyssius, "And my profession would be what, according to you?"
Nyssius snorts, a slight laugh escaping his lips before he could stifle it. "Not really hard to guess, with your frequently wandering hands. Either you're of the...rogue-ish persuasion, or you're a very bad groper."
Loki grins lopsidedly at Nyssius. "Maybe I'm a bit of both?" he teases quietly, tilting his head slightly backwards and away from the elf in anticipation of a blow.
Grumbling, Nyssius shifts on the ground to top your nose with the tip of his pointy shard. "Definitely a rogue if I ever saw one, and not necessarily of the thieving persuasion," he mumbles, though a corner of his lips lifts up in a slight smile.
Loki scrunches up his nose slightly as it is tapped before letting out a short laugh. "At least with a rogue you can be sure to get some sort of excitement or fun! We tend to be horribly amusing." He nods sagely at Nyssius before reaching back with one hand and untying the string holding his hair up, letting it tumble in the wind.
Nyssius sniffs at the remark, attempting to ignore the rather blatant display of hair-exhibition. "What makes you think I don't have enough fun on my own? I was doing rather well 'til the whole lot of you humans came along," he curtly says.
"You don't get lonely then?" Loki pauses briefly as if pondering something before following up with, "I have to admit I do sometimes. It's why I tend to stick to cities instead of the wild."
Nyssius snickers mildly. "I stick to the cities for indoor plumbing." He braces his elbows on the ground and lies back to lean on them, tilting his head slightly to stare up at the sky. "As for loneliness, not really. Though company can be rather handy during tight spots or...well, when there are frightening things abound." A moment later, he quickly follows up with, "Not that I get frightened much, mind."
"Frightening things like monsters under your bed?" The fall of hair hides the wide grin plastered on Loki's face, although he quickly sobers up again. "I don't suppose you scare easily, else you wouldn't be half as prickly...or maybe it's the opposite and you're so prickly because you scare easy?"
Nyssius 's expression immediately sours, his nose scrunching and his brows drawing together. In a low, petulant voice, he mumbles, "I'm not prickly..." and lets his voice trail off, completely ignoring the rest of Loki's allegations.
"Don't take it as an insult, really. You wouldn't be half as fun if you weren't prickly." Loki almost reaches out to ruffle Nyssius's hair, like he would that of a little boy, but just as fast draws his hand back. "Besides I bet it's good sometimes, to not trust people so easily and try to drive them away. Does that mean that those who persist are the people worth knowing?"
"No. It just means that those who persist are too stubborn to take a hint," Nyssius replies, before casting a sidelong glance at you while brushing his white hair behind a pointed ear. "And yes, perhaps you'd do with a lack of trust for someone so young. Though if you were the one doing the evil deed, I suppose there's really nothing to be afraid of."
Loki snorts slightly, maybe in a self-deprecating fashion. "Not all rogues are evil, you know." he murmurs softly, flopping back down on his back to stare at the sky.
Nyssius snickers slightly. "And I suppose taking hard-earned money out of someone's pockets is just a misunderstood deed?"
"Despite the common thought that stealing is evil, it isn't. Stealing in itself is an act, and therefore can't be called evil or good. That is an attribute for the one doing the stealing, no?" Loki shifts his head slightly to glance at Nyssius. "And not all thieves are evil. Some steal so they can survive, to buy food and their daily needs."
Nyssius shakes his head slightly, the tips of his white hair dancing in the breeze. "Like killing someone is an act, I suppose?" he shifts to look fully at Loki, his head tilted slightly, a mildly curious expression on his face. "You're right, though, there are acts that aren't inherently evil, but there -are- those that surpass most people's range of morality. So, I don't know about
Nyssius shakes his head slightly, the tips of his white hair dancing in the breeze. "Like killing someone is an act, I suppose?" he shifts to look fully at Loki, his head tilted slightly, a mildly curious expression on his face. "You're right, though, there are acts that aren't inherently evil, but there -are- those that surpass most people's range of morality. So, I don't know about you, but I think these acts are 'bad.' And I do mean bad in the very evil sense."
You say to Nyssius, "Tell me then. Why is stealing, in itself, bad?"
Nyssius smiles slightly and peers at Loki from behind his curtain of hair, sparing the straying strands a mild 'tsk' of annoyance. "You seem to have a problem with term 'evil.' I have no qualms with it whatsoever."
Loki grins slightly at that, eyes twinkling with amusement. "I don't object to the term evil at all. I just object to it being used too much on things that aren't evil."
Nyssius says to you, "Then what is evil for you, mm? Since the unwilling transfer of ownership seems to be outside of evil's jurisdiction in your opinion."
Loki makes faint pondering noises, shifting a bit as a grass eater nearly prods him in his thigh. "Hmm, define evil eh..." He props one leg up, bended at the knee, eyes staring thoughtfully upwards. "Mindless slaughter of intelligent beings would be evil. Stealing is bad, I won't say it isn't. But a person can steal to survive. Or steal to tease someone. Some even return what they stole. The act itself is...well, frowned upon, but not evil per se..." Thoughtful still, Loki turns back to Nyssius. "Does that make sense?"
Nyssius chuckles slightly. "A little, perhaps. What you're saying is... that one's morals is dependent on his or her state of good fortune...ergo, if said good fortune were to drop completely off the face of Eihydia, suddenly, it's completely understandable for one's morals to sink a little lower. Yes?"
Loki shrugs lightly, awkwardly from his position. "Isn't that the way with everyone? If you were a pauper, would your morals be the same as they are now? Wouldn't you steal some gold to buy food if you were starving and on the brink of death?"
Nyssius 's smile turns bemused. "Well, yes, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone off the streets were to call me an 'evil thing,' because of it. Regardless of true intent and a person's background, I'm afraid we -do- have a measurestick for these things - it's called society.
"And that is why I said the word "evil" is used too much." Loki's eyes drift shut slightly, lips curving into a lazy smile. "People can call you evil. Does that mean you are? And how can those who don't know your complete reasons judge you?"
Nyssius hrms, raising a slim eyebrow in turn. "Well... I know I stole. And I know or at least consider stealing as bad. And if being evil is the only way to survive, then why not? Does evil lie solely in intent? If a mass murderer were to kill millions of people because of some psychological damage no one ever knew, does that make him any less of an evil person?"
Loki 's answer is very simple. "Yes." His smile grows a bit wider, arms moving from where they lie over his chest to beneath his head, forming a pillow and the slightest bit of leverage.
"Mm. And how do you know that the slew of 'evil' people in Eihydia's histories did not have good intent lying behind their acts?" Nyssius follows, his gaze unreadable.
You say to Nyssius, "You don't. That's the thing."
Nyssius raises a slim eyebrow. "If that's how you define evil, then what the hell is evil in your dictionary?"
"Take Loanman for example." Loki's voice takes on a heated tone, born from the passionate debate. "He is considered evil, no? But who knows? Maybe he is right. I haven't been here long enough to judge, but maybe this government is corrupt, and he is taking the right course of action. How can you be sure?"
Nyssius shrugs his slender shoulder lightly. "I think the crux of the problem is our definition of evil in and of itself," he says slowly. "For you, evil is this...thing of pure hate and guile, without reason and without compromise. I've yet to see examples of this in this world. I consider evil as more of society's narrow-minded point of view based on other people's actions, dependinding on the standards of law."
Nyssius lifts his shoulder in another shrug. "People often use 'evil' to denote something 'bad,' and people often use it in relation to things they do not understand. So what's so faulty with substituting one term for the other?
Loki arches an eyebrow at that. "So anything you don't understand is immediately considered evil?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. But I do consider what I perceive as society's moralistic standards and find no fault in calling things below the requisite morality line as evil. Really, I don't see what the big fuss is about the word."
Loki hmms thoughtfully, one hand raking through his hair. "Maybe it's because I don't put much value on society then. I don't know really. I just never saw evil as something that could be defined so easily. And by your standards, if you think about it, doesn't that mean we all have some evil in us...?"
Nyssius smiles slightly at Loki. "Wouldn't that be true? At least I've always believed so."
Loki snickers softly, the sound slightly muffled. "Oh, it most likely is true. So tell me, what sort of evil resides in you that I should know of?"
Nyssius blinks once, seeming slightly disoriented with the turn of conversation. "Oh...you mean apart from being snippy and generally unpleasant to the world?"
Loki flicks a bit of grass in Nyssius's direction, grinning wickedly. "Ah, but would that be considered as evil or merely grumpy?"
Nyssius chuckles mildly. "Take your pick. Though I very rarely travel to extremes...walking the fine line between the righteous and the morally-inept has always suited me."
You say to Nyssius, "You're not the evil type, really. So, grumpy it is."
Loki beams brightly at Nyssius, appearing satisfied with his deduction.
Nyssius raises a slim eyebrow at Loki. "There's always time. Maybe I'll turn into an evil overlord a year hence and corrupt you, mm?"
Loki nods seriously at Nyssius. "I'll look forward to that. It'll be fun!" The last is said with a hint of glee and the usual cheer that seems to be around him no matter what. "Do I get to be your evil minion then?"
"My sex slave, most likely," Nyssius answers, with the trademark flick of his hair. "Or maybe an all-around fetching boy. Yes, that's quite a delicious image..."
"Hmm...sex slave...?" Quite mischievous now, Loki sends a leer in Nyssius's direction, giving him a thorough once-over. "That doesn't sound half bad...there's a certain seductive power to evil, isn't there?"
Nyssius says, "..."
Airednas quickly drops out of the shadows into view!
Nyssius coughs slightly into one hand. "Perhaps sex slave wasn't such a wise choice..."
Airednas says, "..."
Nyssius blinks.
Nyssius looks at Airednas.
Airednas looks at Nyssius.
Nyssius smiles slightly at Airednas. "I wasn't talking about you, lovely."
Regarding the elf coolly, Airednas offers him a small nod, unimpressed. "As you say, though I hesitate to wonder your topic..." She smiles slightly at the other. "you."
Loki coughs loudly to hide a snicker, barely composing himself enough to nod politely towards Airednas in greeting.
Nyssius 's smile completely vanishes as he glances suspiciously between Airednas and Loki, his finger trailing idly over the side of his shard.
"Something troubles you?" Airednas inquires to Nyssius, sounding as bored as she looks.
Nyssius spares Aire a neutral look before shifting his gaze to his still blood-soaked glaive, chipping away at a lumpy stain with his finger and watching the flake drift to the ground. "Friend of yours?" he asks Loki without looking up.
"Met her earlier today actually." Loki sends a quirk of a grin towards Airednas as he elaborates, "Went hunting together for a while. Am I to understand you two never met then?"
"Quite." Nyssius casts Airednas a sidelong glance, mildly curious despite himself. "Been with you long?"
"Enough." Airednas allows, folding her arms against her chest, her fingers tracing the length of her knife. "You are, cousin?"
Nyssius hrms, laying his glaive across his lap and nonchalantly leaning back on his elbows. "Nyssius," he answers, observing the other elf quietly. "New in Tralisia, or have I just had the strange misfortune of not encountering you during my wanderings toward the center?"
Loki softly mutters the word "flirt" under his breath.
"Either, or both." Airednas replies with a shrug, yellow eyes shifting to you before returning to the fairer elf, offering with a grin. "Airednas Sil'Lac."
Nyssius nods politely to Airednas. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He slides a glance at Loki before continuing with, "Unlike some people I could name, of course."
"Yet to be determined, Nyssius." Airednas gives the elf a mirthless smile, glancing at you along. "The... 'pleasure', that is."
Loki yawns and reaches over with one hand to almost lazily pull on Nyssius's hair. "You love me. Admit it." He sends his brightest smile towards Airednas. "Feel free to join us, the grass is very comfortable."
"Ever the comedian, you." Airednas retorts, sharper in tone as she regards elf and human alike. "Or... Lovers?"
Scowling, Nyssius pulls back with an annoyed 'tsk,' his almost amiable expression quickly turning into an icy glare. "Your hand. My hair. The two should never be in close proximity--" A scandalized cough leaves his throat at Airednas's remark, however, abruptly cutting himself off.
Airednas smirks slightly. "Excuse me a moment. I've... a desire for a bit of red."
"But your hair is soft and silky! Very nice to touch." Loki smiles innocently at Nyssius, eyes gleaming a bit, turning back to glance questioningly at Airednas as she re-enters.
Nyssius makes a face at the grass eater legs, grimacing at Airednas after. "I actually LIKE those creatures, you know," he mutters.
"Of COURSE it's soft and silky. It's not human hair is it?" Nyssius smiles mock-sweetly.
"Such a shame." Being Airednas' amused retort, entirely unapologic.
You say to Nyssius, "That's why I have this urging need to touch it, hmm?"
Nyssius says to you, "And that's why I'm saying no to your hand coming in close proximity anywhere of my anatomy, thank you."
Nyssius says, "Aire ..."
Nyssius says to Airednas, "Whatever did those grass eaters do to you?"
Her words sharp and clipped. "It's Airednas Sil'Lac."
You say to Nyssius, "Aww, not anywhere at all? Not even a few specific places?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. End of discussion. Wax seal on the folded envelope."
"Shame." Airednas cuts in. "Such a reunion is quite... 'welcomed' among my kind, /cousin/."
"You should help me convince him to change his mind. Such a pity to not be allowed to touch exquisite skin, really." Loki barely manages to keep a straight face through this, his frame shaking a bit with silent laughter, barely noticed.
Nyssius frowns, shifting his glance at Airednas, a strange look on his face. "Really now? Even without means of procreation?"
Nyssius says to you, "My skin remains exquisite after frequent bathing and the lack of groping human hands, thank you very much. And I would like for it to remain that way!"
"As you say." Airednas gives Nyssius a vague wave of her hand, the bronze knife flashing in the air as she regards you. "Well, entertain, comedian, and... I just may."
Airednas tells the group "*cuts Loki's clothes off* xD"
Nyssius tells the group "OMG"
Nyssius huffs, scooting a bit on the ground to place some much-needed distance between himself and Loki. "It's a fortunate thing he's not at all entertaining, then," he mumbles under his breath.
Utterly bland, Loki replies with, "Groping human hands make the exquishite skin gleam with sweat, no?" He calmly turns back to Airednas, hiding the grin from Nyssius behind the fall of his hair. "Hmm, what should I do to entertain you then?"
Nyssius says to you, "No. Groping human hands make the skin itch and flake and all manner of unpleasant things that I'd rather not mention."
Twirling the blade within her hand, Airednas points the tip at you. "Strip, if you've naught else."
Airednas tells the group "*castrates* xD"
You say to Nyssius, "Ah, some human used their groping hands on yo-"
Nyssius says to Airednas, "..."
Loki blinks slowly at Airednas. "Erm...strip you say?"
Nyssius says to Airednas, "Er...here? In full view of the...um...grass eaters and the cryinale elf who so happens to have front row seats at the moment?"
"It's one form of... entertainment." Airednas smiles, baring her teeth with the stilling of the blade.
Nyssius shifts uncomfortably on the ground, his suspicious and dubious glare shifting from one person to the other
Nyssius says to Airednas, "...You're not a very nice person, are you?"
"I'm very sorry, but my husband-to-be would be very upset if I stripped in public. I must refuse, with regret." Loki does not, however, appear regretful at all, merely relieved.
Nyssius glares icily at Loki. "And that husband-to-be had better not be a cryinale elf with my name attached to him!"
Airednas looks amused. "Whomever decreed me... 'nice', or... 'not'?" The knife beings to twirling in her hand once more, yellow eyes glowing darker with her humor. "Such a shame, /Loki/, I was hoping for a look... not all bluff, are you?"
"Well, he is," Nyssius says matter-of-factly. "But there's no reason to call him in on it."
"Such as the fact that he might be a woman under all that garb?" Airednas inquires with viscious humor, blade ever flickering.
Loki shakes his head mournfully at Airednas. "Ah, had you asked me a month ago I would have gladly stripped for you. But after the engagement it seems wrong to do so." One sharp elbow finds itself digging into Nyssius's ribs, harshly, a sweet smile all the way plastered on his lips. He leans closer to the male elf to whisper, "Would you rather I strip right now?"
Nyssius opens his mouth to utter a quick retort, but then closes it again, his eyes growing slightly wide as he considers Airednas's statement by peering intently at Loki's chest.
You say, "...Oi. I'm not a girl."
Nyssius hrms, leaning farther back from Loki and tilting his head the other angle, observing the same area. "She has a point...and I did mistake you for a girl before..."
Loki raises an eyebrow archly. "Would you like me to strip and prove to you?" he enquires pleasantly.
Nyssius says, "...Well, I admist to...SOME fascination...though really, this is highly improper..."
Airednas tells the group "I will definately try to castrate Loki. xD"
Airednas tells the group "If he strips. xDDD"
You say to your group, "Omg!!! XDDDDD sob he'll only take off his shirt cry"
Nyssius tells the group "Omfg!!!"
Airednas tells the group "Fine."
Airednas tells the group "*cuts off a nipple* XD"
Nyssius tells the group "Hahahaha LOVE Aire XD"
"You asked for it." Getting swiftly to his feet, Loki casually begins to unbotton his white shirt, button after button slipping through the minute holes, him grumbling all the while. That done, he jerks the shirt open to reveal a well-muscled and very flat chest. "Satisfied?" he demands with his hands planted on both hips, staring defiantly from Nyssius to Airednas.
Airednas responds by taking a single, deliberate step forward, yellow eyes intent on Loki, "Well..." She draws, knife tipping towards the human. "It certainly looks... male."
Nyssius blinks slowly, his stare settling at Loki's chest for a handful of seconds too long for normal, before he manages to yank his gaze off of it and cough into his hand, letting the fall of his hair hide his face.. "Er...yes, quite satisfactory..."
Eyes fixing warily on the knife held by the female elf, Loki quickly starts to rebutton his shirt, not relaxing until his chest was covered by the cloth once more. "Well...there you have it." He seems somewhat awkward as he flops back down, unconsciously shifting closer to Nyssius to get away from the knife.
Nyssius regains his composure, snarling a little too quickly and lifting his hand to push Loki the other way. "I am not a shield of any kind, thank you very much!"
Airednas flips the knife to her side, evidently disappointed. "Not fun, Loki, not fun at all. I wasn't going to cut you... much." another smile, and she leans over to Nyssius. "Agreeable?"
You say to your group, "Em sits very still as Nyssius's hand accidently grazes his face and then, swiftly, turns his hand to let his tongue flick over the other's skin.....*SHOT*"
Nyssius tells the group "OMFG"
Nyssius looks rather in need of breath as he's flanked from either side. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he turns his head toward Airednas while scooting a bit backward. "Ah...yes, yes... why not?"
You say, "....shouldn't you be asking /me/ if it's agreeable?"
"Should I?" Airednas flashes you a quick smile, her attention mostly focused on Nyssius.
"No, by all means don't." Loki's expression is slightly sour as he throws himself down with a huff, resuming his previous position.
Nyssius 's cautious look quickly turns to one of mild annoyance, tipping his head toward Loki and saying to Airednas, "There he is, plain as day. Do your worst, why don't you?"
"As you say." Airednas declares, a note of finality ringing in her tone. "Though perhaps another time... I've dallied enough here, and... red is calling."
You say to Airednas, "Red isn't that much of a pretty color, really."
"It serves its purpose." Being Airednas' slightly... maniac reply, thumb stroking over the blade with almost loving care.
You say to Airednas, "I think I'll sleep for a bit...have fun with the err...red."