[Task] We've got to go deeper (Lan and Soren)

[ramenli]

Caves and tunnels were obnoxious. Many of them didn't seem to acknowledge that tall and/or big-boned people existed, and Soren was constantly scraping his shoulder or head against one of the walls. But for the sake of a mission he would do it, even if he preferred one with much more bloodshed. Equipment just didn't ooze fluids like a human could.

"Sure," he agreed. It was a bit understated to be honest, but she could hardly expect him to be free and open with information. "No one else appreciates them like I do," he said with a frown. Of course he deserved the most apples. Of course he did. "If they just gave them freely there would be no tricking involved."

That pie was delicious.  

[ramenli]

Soren honestly didn't feel that badly about it. She was a mare (sort of) and if she was that gullible she deserved it. And he deserved the fruits of his (and her) labor. "I could stop at any time," he grumbled, irritated at her meddling. "They're healthy." And completely unnecessary considering he just needed to have Fear to exist, but he wasn't talking about that. And if he was starting to collect apples and possibly setting up some apple related businesses...no one needed to know.

Her words perked his interest and he looked up at her. "What've you been up to." The distraction cost him, and a bit of rock crumbled under him, sending him lurching into one of the walls. Damn caves.

HP: 45  

[ramenli]

"What's wrong with a bushel here or there," Soren muttered grumpily. To accent his point he rustled around in a box and started pulling out and snapping weapons as he went along.

He looked up at the anger comment though. "Angers not bad," he pointed out. Rather the opposite sometimes. "Take it out on humans and everyone's happy." Problem solved. A smirk tugged at his mouth. "Or come try out Death's new training area."


3 destroyed  

[ramenli]

It didn't feel wrong, and Soren was just determined to ignore her. An apple a day kept the doctors away. It was a saying that Soren would follow, even if it was used by humans.

At least the apples didn't judge him.

He hadn't actually meant to invite her to a spar, but he also didn't mind one. So he shrugged. "If you think you can focus," he said bluntly, the words somewhat of a challenge. But for her to openly be talking about losing her focus was worrying. It probably meant it was bad enough that others were noticing, and it was a surefire way to get herself hurt. All it took was one missed attack, and he didn't like the sound of that.

He was so preoccupied with that, and with a box he saw a ways away from him, that he missed the fact that what was in front of him was not, in fact, rock but water. He stepped down, and down, and down, icy water drenching his leg and pulling him off balance as he pitched forward, banging his head on a rock.

This was ridiculous.

Talk about unfocused.

He heaved himself out of the water quickly, cursing tiny little man caves all the while, and then just sat down on the floor, waving away Lan's reactions. "Just go on and finish the mission," he said irritably. He would be...their lookout. Yes, that sounded important enough. Their lookout.

HP:35  

[ramenli]

Soren was about to ignore her when she offered the candy, the small label saying apple on it. Not that he knew the word apple in over 100 different languages.

It was important.

It had proven useful before.

It was reading.

Who knew when he would need to know the difference between pomme and pomme de terre.

He popped the candy into his mouth, revitalized by the crisp flavor flooding his taste buds. He gave an appreciative moan before returning to the concerning matter at hand. Soren raised an eyebrow at the Conquest mare. "You looked if you had to point them out." But the more pressing issue was why she didn't seem to care for him all that much. At least not physically.

The most logical thing was that she was thinking about someone else. Otherwise it would be hard to get over him. And that was someone he needed to check out. He did care for Lan, in the sense that he felt the need to ensure that the stallion she fancied wasn't an utter gelding. And if it was a mare? Well, he couldn't ask to join in without feeling guilt, but he'd be curious to see who had swayed her in that direction. Regardless, losing a mare's fancy wasn't a big deal with him. Not when many used him for his body and prowess, and when he was pledged to another in more ways than one.

He moved with her toward the entrance, still thinking. It was clear it wasn't someone to match him physically in any way. Shaheen might be able to compete with him in abs, but few others would dare to even try, and he knew the chieftain was spoken for. "Just glad to be out of the caves," he admitted to her, moving out of the entrance and stretching. He clapped her (rather heartily) on the back. "You did good."