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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 29, 2016 3:53:31 GMT
Elsa narrowed her eyes at the nickname 'Blondie'. On the one hand, at least it was different than being called something associated with ice. Speaking of ice, her grip tightened on the ice cream, a bit colder so frost had begun gathering at her feet. Realizing the ice was spreading, she scraped the section off with her foot and took a bite of ice cream. She swallowed her bite, finally saying. "Not to be rude, but why do you care? You just met me."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 29, 2016 13:53:36 GMT
"Can't someone be nice?" Axel asked.
He scratched the side of his cheek. Sure, demons weren't known for being nice. Axel had hoped that he wasn't like most of them. He also spent most of his paid time being a sort of soundboard for people who had the short end of the stick. It was almost second nature to ask by this point, like with Shadow who had lady problems and a tough time with an accidental Sapien dose. Or with Anna, who had things rough at work, but still managed to be quite chipper about well everything. Elsa obviously had some beef with the guy who had targeted some innocent kids and the way she jumped around him was a little concerning. He could feel a chill on the air, one he knew that hadn't come from the weather. Her ice cream wasn't melting. An ice elemental?
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 29, 2016 16:28:05 GMT
Elsa sighed. "Okay, fair enough. I guess I'm still getting used to talking outside of high society."
At least that part was true. Axel just meant well, being nice in his way. Everyone has their ways of being nice when they weren't raised with intense manners. She played with a bit of her loose side braid while taking another bite of ice cream. All this open talk was foreign to her. There were no rules of confidence, no slaps of the wrist if a fact was wrong, ecetera
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 29, 2016 16:45:31 GMT
"No harm done," Axel reassured her. "Like you said, I'm a stranger."
The high society part was a given. The way she dressed, her credit card, the very air she gave off sitting there like she expected a lecture for slouching. Slouching of which Axel had no problem with since he had been lazing against the back of the bench. Two different people from two different walks of life. It was a bit ironic. He doubted he would ever see her in the bar. She would probably faint from the shock a few of his more rambunctious customers/patrons.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 29, 2016 18:55:55 GMT
"How about we turn strangers into acquaintances," Elsa suggested, balancing her ice cream on her lap. Well, talking to Axel would kill as much as time as she hoped it could. The spoon was stuck perfectly upright into the cream. All it needed was a flag and it could have bee the summit of some vanilla mountain
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 29, 2016 19:54:48 GMT
Axel couldn't help roaring in laughter over the poor lawyer. She was just too formal for him to even begin to take seriously. It was almost like she expected him to start listing facts about himself for her to use in a future court case. Little miss prim and proper had no idea what to do with a punk like him. He certainly wasn't like any of the dainty little friends she was likely to have. He wouldn't know fashion, or other high end socialites like she did, he didn't know law jargon or about any of the cases she worked. Just like she probably didn't know the city's underbelly like him.
"What do you suggest?" he asked.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 29, 2016 20:32:50 GMT
Elsa frowned when Axel laughed in her direction. So, she didn't have friends until she was older. It wasn't like he knew what it was like to have uncontrollable powers at a young age that made parents fear for the safety of other children. He just didn't know her. She purses her lips when he asked for a suggestion. Apart from cards and coming off more interrogative than friendly, she had no idea where to start. The only lead she did have was their common connection to sea salt ice cream.
"Um...how long have you been coming down here? You're smart to do it before winter rain."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 29, 2016 20:41:55 GMT
"Since I was a kid." Axel said. "Used to save up all of my pocket change to get some ice cream."
He had been poor. The ice cream had been a treat. Back then the sea salt ice cream had been the cheapest thing he could get (and still actually liked) so it had become his go-to treat, whenever he earned enough cash for one. He did little odd jobs, selling papers, washing cars, raking leaves. Then the war happened. He lost his parents, came into his more dangerous powers before bouncing in and out of trouble with the law for his 'outbursts'. He really hated bullies. He hadn't lied when he told her that. He burned a few would-be assailants that tried their luck on innocent people. Self-defense helped him go a pretty long way up until he was 17 and realized he had to get his act together because it wouldn't protect him forever.
"What about you?" he asked.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 30, 2016 4:44:30 GMT
"Well, the river was always my place to go. My parents, well," Elsa sighed. She had been different from her parents, who were trying to fashion her into a young lady. She became that, but how would they view her opinions on defending Others? To them, Others were monsters that deserved to be tarnished from the city. She had disagreed, choosing the path of protecting Others from bigotry. "...well my parents always assumed I got sea salt ice cream from some parlor closer to Lieu Sanglate. I found this place when I was in Baton Rouge for law school. We were doing a mock trial, I was in a hurry so I stopped here. In my opinion, they make it better down here, too. It's like the ocean wrapped in sugar."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 30, 2016 14:21:24 GMT
"Look at you, little rebel. Who would have guessed?" he chuckled.
From the sound of it, she snuck the ice cream treat often enough to know her favorites. Her parents thought she was in a high end of town, when really she wasn't. That was a little funny. But he supposed he liked that she didn't seem to care about her wealth or the prestige of her family. Seemed like they at least had the ice cream in common despite everything. But the even better news was, she didn't look like she expected him to eat her at any moment now. She was relaxing.
"This little shop has been around for ages. They say it's some family recipe or something." Axel said.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 30, 2016 19:02:12 GMT
Elsa joined in with his chuckling. Rebel was one way to put her behavior. It had continued to adulthood when she broke away to defend Others in a genuine way, unlike her father who lied about his policies despite defending them. But Axel wouldn't want to be hearing about that, so she moved on.
"I wanted to be a fashion designer, but well," she gestured to the subtle sparkle in her coat, "the industry wouldn't buy fabric made from ice."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 30, 2016 20:06:38 GMT
"Fashion, huh? Don't see why that stopped you. I mean, if it's what you really want to do..."
Same advice he gave Shadow. Life's rules. Don't think. Act. Too many humans overthought things. They weren't impulsive enough. They spent far more of their little lives wondering 'what ifs' instead of 'oops my bad' or 'well, that was fun'. He found that they were often too afraid to make a move when it could have been one of the most important things they were determining. Things might have turned out different for her if she was a fashion designer instead of a lawyer.
"But you like your job, right?" he asked.
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Post by Zuyuri on Dec 1, 2016 5:43:28 GMT
"The fashion world was too cutthroat for me to make it a career," Elsa answered. But then again, all art world could be intense. Not that Elsa couldn't take criticism, but when upset, her ice powers could tarnish her reputation in the art community. "I decided to use my family's lawyer line and my powers," she snapped her fingers over the ice cream, making a small starry flurry that descended upon the treat, "to mix things up; help Others. I still do design on the side though," her eyes twinkled in mischief,
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Post by skyeknight on Dec 1, 2016 15:06:20 GMT
"Just going to agree with you on that because I honestly have no clue." Axel admitted.
He didn't know the first thing about fashion, art or design. The best he could draw were stick people, sad pathetic looking stick people at that. But the ice powers, that he could understand a little better than she probably thought. He would have 'shown his powers' but that might make a bigger mess than anticipated. The irony of it being two beings, one of fire, one of ice, sitting next to one another having ice cream. Well, the irony was not lost on him. Yeah. He had ne expertise in fashion.
"As long as you're happy, I guess?"
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Post by Zuyuri on Dec 1, 2016 16:20:48 GMT
"Fair enough, I won't bore you." Elsa took a bite of ice cream. Salt and vanilla waltzed with one another in her mouth.
This Axel character reminded her somewhat of Ralph. He seemed like a character people avoided in public out of fear of being attacked or pummeled, but once you got them talking, they was a softness beneath that hard exterior. Well, Axel wasn't as closed off as Ralph, more jaded by the complexities of life.
"Enough about me, though. Do you have an interesting job, Axel? Outside of sea salt ice cream connoisseur?"
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