Storm Chaser (Job)

[The Izzack]

Gripping tightly to the bag of gems, Job took the first opportunity he could to get back up to his feet, and no longer...in such an unflattering position. "Lightning above! You sure do ask a whole lot of pointless questions in a row, don't you?" he began, dusting himself off with his free hand, then using the hand holding the bag to also grab his spear off the ground. "It cuts up ghosts just as well as it cuts up the Six Foals. That's to say, it's hard to cut something that doesn't exist." he didn't seem to notice that his reference might not be picked up by his audience, but even so, he stamped the spear on the ground. "Still. A promise is a promise. If I have to keep you safe from yourself, I suppose I have to." not the most charismatic line in the world. Still, he offered his free hand to Yolette to help her up.

[Lepa]

"Lightning above! You sure do ask a whole lot of pointless questions in a row, don't you?"

"They're not pointless!" Yolette protested as he went on to talk about cutting up baby horses for some reason and how they couldn't be real if ghosts weren't real. "...What?" She frowned, folding her arms. "_{Ghosts absolutely exist...! Don't talk badly about them!}" She said in a harsh whisper.

"...Still. A promise is a promise. If I have to keep you safe from yourself, I suppose I have to."

Yolette stared at the hand he offered, her childish fear tantrum quick to fade away. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed his hand and found herself hoisted back to her feet. "...Um." She tried to look at Job but found herself averting her gaze. "...Thanks." She'd spoken quietly. It was already embarrassing enough that she'd shown off such a vulnerable side to herself, but perhaps its was only fair after she'd toyed with him on a wild goose chase; and that was after he'd already helped her before that! Ugh. She knew she wasn't herself, but maybe he was onto something about that conscience thing...

"And, um... I'm sorry, too." She looked to another spot on the ground. "For, uh... putting you through that." She managed to lift her gaze up to his chest. "After you saved me and all." She rubbed at her neck shyly, looking into the distance. "I mean... I deal with weirdos like that all the time. I think you were the first to... actually... help me?" It came out as a question, though it was more because Yolette still couldn't believe it much herself. "I dunno, I thought maybe it was a... joke or something? So... I dunno, I thought I'd... Ugh..." She grimaced. What was she doing?! This wasn't her! ...Was it?

Yolette sighed in mild frustration, then finally managed to make eye contact with Job. "Look, I don't know where I'm going with this, but I really am sorry, okay?"

[The Izzack]

Job listened as Yolette apologized to him. His first thought was that this might well just be another ploy to...what? Well, whatever it was, he wasn't going to let her trick him again. The more she talked, however, the less he felt this was meant to get his guard down, and suddenly he was stuck with a real awkward situation. On one hand, he was still very much angry with what this woman had put him through, and a simple apology almost seemed like a slap in the face.

On the other hand, she did seem genuinely sorry. If anything, that just made this whole damn situation worse. It looked like she had also stolen his catharsis, and now he was left in an emotional limbo, where he wanted to yell at her, but that would just mean that he was in the wrong.

"Tch. Whatever. Let's just move on from this." he said, practically biting off every word as he pointedly looked away from her. He promised to guard her, but he had no intentions of being polite to this woman, especially not for now.

[Lepa]

Well... okay. She probably deserved that. Way to go, woman! You find one decent guy and you go and screw it all up. Yolette sighed. Well, what else was new?

"Geez, I said I was sorry," she snarked back, crossing her arms and looking away as well. As she stared off in the distance at the night sky, she realized just how dark it'd become. "...Ugh. It's getting late..." She noted. "If there's some paranomal stuff going on around here, I don't want to be around it any longer," She muttered, walking over to the roof's edge. She peered over the side, as if measuring the drop down. She was tired from a long day: hiding from a threat in the morning, a hiding within a group of men all day and then playing games with Job at night. She really didn't want to walk, and her home was a bit of a ways from here... but she guessed Job was going to at least walk her home? Unless...

She glanced back at Job. "How far is your place from here?"

[The Izzack]

"How far? Uh..." Job trailed off. How far was the city from his usual stomping grounds? "I...am...not too sure. I'm not used to the units of measurement...around here..." he stalled as he thought about what exactly to say.

"I think they call that place the badlands, right? Just...you know...tell her that you're from there?" Syl suggested from her perch on his shoulder.

"but we don't know if that's a normal place to live." Job whispered to her, trying not to be heard by Yolette.

"Better than continuing to sound like a dummy, here."

Ugh. Job Grimaced as he was forced to agree that Syl had a good point. "I'm...uh...you know the badlands? I've been living out there for the time being." he finally answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could.

[Lepa]

"How far? Uh...I...am...not too sure. I'm not used to the units of measurement...around here..."

"Ahhh, gotcha," Yolette stepped away from the age, straightening herself back up. "You're European," she snerked to herself. But when Job mentioned the Badlands? She raised a brow.

"...Seriously?" Yolette put her hands on her hips with a sigh. Well, so much for maybe crashing at his place... "Why? What do you mean for the-" She sighed again. "Ugh... You know what, I'm... I'm not gonna ask." Or at least, not right now. It was too long of day. "You wanna just... go grab a bite to eat or something real quick?" She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. "My place is definitely a lot closer than yours, but... I'm hungry and my feet are killing me."

[The Izzack]

Job tactfully decided to ignore...several of Yolette's comments. If he was going to tolerate this woman, he was going to have to learn to pick and choose his battles, it seemed. At the very least, it seemed that she was also keeping herself from interrogating him further on his living conditions, so at least he had that going for him. "If that's what you want. Fine." he answered simply. As it was, he had already promised to protect this woman. If she decided that she wanted to go eat...well, he'd just have to go with her. No reason to make a fuss about something so trivial. "Lead the way." he offered.

[Lepa]

Yolette gave a small, tired smile. "...Sure thing."

After climbing down from the roof, she walked with Job in what felt like uneasy silence. She checked her phone, finger sliding at the screen as she attempted to find some place for them rest their feet and eat. Of course, when she found the nearest one... she realized all she had to do was look up. The pair was standing in front of a small pizza place nestled in between an electronics store and some sort of office agency. It didn't particularly stand out, but... it would do.

After ordering and taking their seats, Yolette straightened up in realization. "...Oops. Shit, sorry," She scratched at her head. "I didn't ask what you wanted..." The woman frowned. "I normally just get for myself." She sighed, staring at the table. She had trouble looking at Job. Normally, staring a man directly in the eyes wasn't a problem for her, but... man, he'd saved her twice. Whatever dumb antics she'd pulled on him earlier, Yolette felt like she just coudn't put that front back up now. Maybe she was just tired from all the running.

"...Sorry. You want a drink?" Yolette looked aside at a small menu card next to the napkin dispenser. She pushed the card towards him. "Here, look it over and get what ya want." She shrugged, looking aside. "You can ask them for it once they bring the pizza out."

[The Izzack]

For the most part, Job simply went along with whatever Yolette did. On the outside, he seemed distant and stonefaced, but on the inside, he had to admit to himself that his first time in...a place like this was confusing, to say the least. He was a soldier, used to mess halls, and quick, simple, if not the most flavorful meals. The smells alone in this place made it seem like it was for those of more noble birth than him. Still, the people inside didn't seem so very well off. The whole situation was bizarre, to say the least.

When Yolette handed him a small card, supposedly listing drinks, he accepted it, looked at it, then promptly slid it back towards her. "Ha ha, very funny. There's no glyphs on this. How am I supposed to read it?" he asked cynically, believing Yolette was messing with him again.

[Lepa]

Yolette's lips formed into a confused pout as she tilted her head. It was a mannerism she originally trained herself to do to make herself more endearing to men, but that wasn't even her intent here. She decided to lay off the teasing the second Job had saved her from that fall, and the expression she made had become nothing more than a natural habit. "Glyphs?" She blinked, honestly puzzled. "Like... hieroglyphs or...?" The woman trailed off. She paused, then raised a brow. "...You from Ancient Egypt or something?" She asked with a light laugh. Where did he say he was from, again? He said he... fell? That didn't really explain much. He'd already said a bunch of strange things, and this just added to the list of them. Yolette figured he wasn't from around here, but... where exactly was he from, then?

"Do they not have, uh... letters?" She began tentatively. "Or like, an alphabet? Where you're from?" She paused. Were there still places in the world like that? How did he even manage to get around the city if he couldn't read? The more she got to know Job, the more... enigmatic he turned out to be, even if he was sort of a grumpy dork.

[The Izzack]

As Yolette asked question after question, Job seemed to grow more exasperated. "Of course there's letters, and words, or whatever, but you can't expect me to read them. Do I look like a holy man to you?" he shook his head slightly, as if the mere suggestion of such a thing was silly. "Have they no menus for normal men? I can't see how I'd be supposed to order otherwise." he continued. He stood up, and began looking around, perhaps for a waiter or someone else who could get him what he needed, heedless to how he'd seem, asking for a menu without words.