Arne and Laura, Dreamcatcher (Cause I cant play this scene.)
Mar 7, 2016 23:34:20 GMT
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Post by rosenrot on Mar 7, 2016 23:34:20 GMT
Arne sits alone on Dreamcatcher. He is bloody, but is no longer bleeding. His wounds -caused by a combination of hot tempers and a Frenzy - have been cared for... So he enjoys a fresh opened beer. But, near at his table... There are, half a bottle of wine... And a book, which a page is marked by a fork... ''Wonders of the East.." Arne reads the title out loud... And after peering around suspiciously, he reaches out and takes the book.
- "...According to the scriptures, Samba, the son of Krishna, was cursed with leprosy. He was advised by the sage, Kataka, to worship the sun god to cure his aliment...." He narrates what he reads, opening the book on the page it was market. As if, someone else would hear it.. As if he wasn't alone. "...What a bunch of crap." Arne grabs that page. One second. One pull.. He'd reap it out.
- "Dont you dare." A woman's voice speaks severely just after him.. The cold touch of a blade - most precisely a butter knife - is felt at his nape. What causes the Fenrir to grin. Arne don't even have to look back, now. He tosses the book over his shoulder...
As the Silent Strider woman behind him drops that vicious blade to catch the book, Arne has a drink from his beer: "... You were not very good at Hide and Seek... Were you, Weasel-face...?"
Laura picks the book and rubs her sleeve over the cover to make it clean. "... You're wrong. I was good at it. Not my fault your grandparents were book burners and goose-stepping predators. Weren't they, Schutzstaffel?"
Arne turns on his seat, finally seeing Laura. And he quirks a brow as if very offended. "... We didn't even start an argument and you're already pulling the family card...? Tsc...Tsc... I expected more from you."
- "Please." She says flipping him off... So Laura walks over to her wine bottle, and along with the book, she brings it several steps away from Arne, to find herselt a new seat. Is when Arne bends to pick up the blade she dropped.
- "What was your plan, anyway...?" He spins the butter knife within his hand, and in a amused way, he checks over the flat blade and its round top. "...Butter me to death?"
- "I was going to shove it up your butt." She says mercilessly. It causes Arne to scoff.
- "You look like a malnourish jewish boy!" Says the Fenrir.
- "You look like a bleached asshole!" Counters Laura, and Arne laughs in a surprised way. He tosses the butter knife at the strider girl and she shields it away with her book.
- "Such an obsession with butts today, Is that because you ain't got any...?" So Arne pretends a thoughtful face, as Laura simply sips from her wine bottle. And suddenly, it seems to occur him. "...Oh, of course! I know what this is all about..."
Arne gives a little thrilling pause and when Laura doesn't show the slightly trait of an interest for what he has to say, Arne simply let it out.
- "You saw your old boyfriend didn't you...?" She can't help but grind her fist against the table, and tasting her discomfort, Arne pushes in some more... "Yeah, I get it. Makes wonders to the mind... Wait! It all makes sense now!"
The Fenrir actually seems to understand the whole picture as a tense Laura quietly drinks from her wine.
- "You met Raine too! Thats why I was punched." He watches the whole scene on his head. Imagining Laura, Drake and Raine in one same place. It was just too perfect. So Arne drinks from his beer and than asks...
- "How come I was the one to end up hurt.. ?"
- "The only surprising thing for me, is that you doesn't know why." Laura answers bluntly. There is some silence. Both are sipping their drinking, minding their own... Until Laura stands up. She prontly glares down at Arne, who simply turns to the lean Strider...
- "Why have you come here, Arne?" Her tone is cold.
He doesn't answer. Instead, Arne holds a stern stare over Laura that is as cold as her tone. She insists.. Making a step towards him. Perhaps to be threatening?
- ''Have you come to hurt Drake?"
Arne's brows furrow with pure despise for that question... He stands up too. Now his height makes him the taller one, and as he glares down at Laura, Arne believes to have put her back on her place. She doesn't know it, though..
- ''After everything that happened, you dare asking me this?"
- "Yes, I dare. Perhaps Fleischer have spoken too softly to you... Tying you back to your leach. And as a good boy again you lick his feet and does all he commands."
Arne immediatly grabs Laura's collar over her throat and pulls her with a jerk. The rage that has cooled with the frenzy starting to boil again. Laura shuts her eyes with the intensity, because she is not afraid. In fact, she is holding back a grin. Even when Arne shouts by her face and some spit is spraying at her:
- "I have better things to do other than plotting a cliath's death! I ain't no ones dog! I ain't no one's but Fenrir's man! I am not like those ass licker, backstabbing, traitor bitches who dare calling themselves by my father's name, nor I ever will be! One day Fleischer will bleed down at my feet as have every one I once called my enemy!"
He pushes Laura away and she stumbles back, supporting herself by a chair not to go down. Now settling, she uses her fingers to clean some of Arne's spit by her nose. The Fenris remains still at his feet... Glaring just as intensely.
- "Now you see why you were the one to get hurt?" She asks with a smirk only to drop a little of Arne's guard... Tasting your own medicine can be bitter.
- "I don't like you Arne." Laura says going back to her serious mood, and she meets the Fenrir's eyes with her own ones."...But I know you are not like Fleischer, Half Fang... Or Can't Hit Softly...."
Now its her time to drop a little of her guard, just to mention this name.
- "... You are more like Kim was."
With that she turns sadly... Gathering her bottle and book. Too much in her head. Even more in her heart. As the memory of her Kim, and the bittersweet image of Drake, safe and sound right there at her reach.... All so close and yet so far: A merciless perspetive of all important things twisting every thought and reasons into a senseless and painful mass. Laura starts walking away, bringing only her grief along... And just before she is gone, Arne asks:
-"Is that why you helped me?"
She halts... Not turning to Arne. But he has to ask.
"... They left me there to die. As every one else fighting by me that night. And perhaps I would have died... If you did not help me."
Laura takes a deep breath. Her tears are somehow sucked back to her eyes... Before she can turn to see the Fenrir.
- ''You were the only one who stood and at least, tried to do the right thing."
She swallows dry. And they stare at each other.
- "... But me helping you. It was not all. There was more. After Fleischer defeated you. And you were lying there, at his mercy... Angsgar wouldn't stop demanding that Fleischer killed you."
Arne eyes are unblinking. He remembers it till the moment Fleischer's claws sliced his throat, taking away his counciousness and almost, his life. Nothing more.. He don't know about, any of this she is saying.
- ''Fleischer crushed Angsgar skull with the Geisterfaust, instead. He didn't want to kill you, Arne. I think... He expects something from you...."
And at the same time Arne was wondering over it, Laura says it out loud:
"... If I must guess... I'd say he wishes to die at your hands."
Arne feels his guts twisting. As if they just were made into a big and tight knot. He nods slightly.. Trying to understand, any reason behind the things Laura said. Wondering if they even matter. There's a ... its not hate.. Something like love and deception, burning so real. Blending and creating a unnamed feeling he now feeds for Fleischer. Once, Arne followed him doubtlessly. He admired his Jarl, and looked up the Athro Forseti as the perfect Fenrir. He used to idolize that man, only to end up jaundiced. Arne thinks of his home... his Heimat. The first thing he ever loved. And Finally, he has nothing to say.
- ''I will go have a shower. I still need to find Raine later... Artifacts and everything." Laura is not discomforted. But the convertation took a little of a emotional side, and she had a fair amount of that for today. More was to come, she was sure...
- ''Make sure to bring a weapon along." Arne answered. And if it was a joke, they were not much in a mood to laugh at it.
Laura leaves with a wave. Arne, he goes back to his beer.
And he thought of the day Fleischer delivered Drake to Half Fang, in exchange for the Heimdall Jarl Can't Hit Softly... It made that Arne wondered... What was it on this he hated so much? Of course, Drake was there being bargained, it sort of made it personal... But if it wasn't Drake there? Would it have made a difference? After considering it for enough time to roll and smoke a cigarette, Arne decided it would. After all, Half Fang is the same sort of garbage, the Heimdall Jarl was...
Fleischer: He was just as bad? Have Arne served a false leader, for so long? Why the Great Fenrir allows such... Vipers among his brood? It didn't made sense... And Arne despise grew stronger. He digged his nails on the wood of the table moist by the sweat of his now lined bottles. Hating... To have his faith shadowed by doubt.
Arne thought of Laura's words. And than all Fleischer's actions that have lead him to this moment, now... Was him exactly where he supposed to? When Arne believed, to own himself? Fleischer moves were always perfectly calculated. No unforeseen damage. No unpredictable curcinstances. The effect would serve it's cause in total synchrony. Fleischer didn't believe in casuality... He believed in mistakes... Human factor, results of emotions and trivial motivations. That man thought as a machine. But with such clear understanding, he could so easily manover one's heart.
It could be, that delivering Drake to his nemesis that day... Besides ending an internal conflict, of course... Fleischer has been also testing Arne?
Arne always had this feeling, as if Fleischer was readying him for something greater than his own very purpose. But everytime he thought of it, Arne felt just as those pretentious 'special snowflakes' he so pationately despised. ''- He wants to die by your hands'' Laura's voice echoed on Arne's mind... And finally, his doubt vanished away.
- ''You know what...?'' Arne said and only himself could hear, but its clear to whom its been directed. ''... I don't give a shit for what you may want or not, from me....''
Arne drunk the last sip from his fifth beer and stood up. All weakness sprouting on his mind have been properly pruned. He left the Dreamcatcher and faced the darkened skies, that were still light when he entered that door.. And that one star, shining brighter than others... It once became his north, and so it would always be. Arne faced it. As ever, it filled him with that assuredness he used to carry along. On those times behind him, when he could hold that star close.
''I know what I must do.''
- "...According to the scriptures, Samba, the son of Krishna, was cursed with leprosy. He was advised by the sage, Kataka, to worship the sun god to cure his aliment...." He narrates what he reads, opening the book on the page it was market. As if, someone else would hear it.. As if he wasn't alone. "...What a bunch of crap." Arne grabs that page. One second. One pull.. He'd reap it out.
- "Dont you dare." A woman's voice speaks severely just after him.. The cold touch of a blade - most precisely a butter knife - is felt at his nape. What causes the Fenrir to grin. Arne don't even have to look back, now. He tosses the book over his shoulder...
As the Silent Strider woman behind him drops that vicious blade to catch the book, Arne has a drink from his beer: "... You were not very good at Hide and Seek... Were you, Weasel-face...?"
Laura picks the book and rubs her sleeve over the cover to make it clean. "... You're wrong. I was good at it. Not my fault your grandparents were book burners and goose-stepping predators. Weren't they, Schutzstaffel?"
Arne turns on his seat, finally seeing Laura. And he quirks a brow as if very offended. "... We didn't even start an argument and you're already pulling the family card...? Tsc...Tsc... I expected more from you."
- "Please." She says flipping him off... So Laura walks over to her wine bottle, and along with the book, she brings it several steps away from Arne, to find herselt a new seat. Is when Arne bends to pick up the blade she dropped.
- "What was your plan, anyway...?" He spins the butter knife within his hand, and in a amused way, he checks over the flat blade and its round top. "...Butter me to death?"
- "I was going to shove it up your butt." She says mercilessly. It causes Arne to scoff.
- "You look like a malnourish jewish boy!" Says the Fenrir.
- "You look like a bleached asshole!" Counters Laura, and Arne laughs in a surprised way. He tosses the butter knife at the strider girl and she shields it away with her book.
- "Such an obsession with butts today, Is that because you ain't got any...?" So Arne pretends a thoughtful face, as Laura simply sips from her wine bottle. And suddenly, it seems to occur him. "...Oh, of course! I know what this is all about..."
Arne gives a little thrilling pause and when Laura doesn't show the slightly trait of an interest for what he has to say, Arne simply let it out.
- "You saw your old boyfriend didn't you...?" She can't help but grind her fist against the table, and tasting her discomfort, Arne pushes in some more... "Yeah, I get it. Makes wonders to the mind... Wait! It all makes sense now!"
The Fenrir actually seems to understand the whole picture as a tense Laura quietly drinks from her wine.
- "You met Raine too! Thats why I was punched." He watches the whole scene on his head. Imagining Laura, Drake and Raine in one same place. It was just too perfect. So Arne drinks from his beer and than asks...
- "How come I was the one to end up hurt.. ?"
- "The only surprising thing for me, is that you doesn't know why." Laura answers bluntly. There is some silence. Both are sipping their drinking, minding their own... Until Laura stands up. She prontly glares down at Arne, who simply turns to the lean Strider...
- "Why have you come here, Arne?" Her tone is cold.
He doesn't answer. Instead, Arne holds a stern stare over Laura that is as cold as her tone. She insists.. Making a step towards him. Perhaps to be threatening?
- ''Have you come to hurt Drake?"
Arne's brows furrow with pure despise for that question... He stands up too. Now his height makes him the taller one, and as he glares down at Laura, Arne believes to have put her back on her place. She doesn't know it, though..
- ''After everything that happened, you dare asking me this?"
- "Yes, I dare. Perhaps Fleischer have spoken too softly to you... Tying you back to your leach. And as a good boy again you lick his feet and does all he commands."
Arne immediatly grabs Laura's collar over her throat and pulls her with a jerk. The rage that has cooled with the frenzy starting to boil again. Laura shuts her eyes with the intensity, because she is not afraid. In fact, she is holding back a grin. Even when Arne shouts by her face and some spit is spraying at her:
- "I have better things to do other than plotting a cliath's death! I ain't no ones dog! I ain't no one's but Fenrir's man! I am not like those ass licker, backstabbing, traitor bitches who dare calling themselves by my father's name, nor I ever will be! One day Fleischer will bleed down at my feet as have every one I once called my enemy!"
He pushes Laura away and she stumbles back, supporting herself by a chair not to go down. Now settling, she uses her fingers to clean some of Arne's spit by her nose. The Fenris remains still at his feet... Glaring just as intensely.
- "Now you see why you were the one to get hurt?" She asks with a smirk only to drop a little of Arne's guard... Tasting your own medicine can be bitter.
- "I don't like you Arne." Laura says going back to her serious mood, and she meets the Fenrir's eyes with her own ones."...But I know you are not like Fleischer, Half Fang... Or Can't Hit Softly...."
Now its her time to drop a little of her guard, just to mention this name.
- "... You are more like Kim was."
With that she turns sadly... Gathering her bottle and book. Too much in her head. Even more in her heart. As the memory of her Kim, and the bittersweet image of Drake, safe and sound right there at her reach.... All so close and yet so far: A merciless perspetive of all important things twisting every thought and reasons into a senseless and painful mass. Laura starts walking away, bringing only her grief along... And just before she is gone, Arne asks:
-"Is that why you helped me?"
She halts... Not turning to Arne. But he has to ask.
"... They left me there to die. As every one else fighting by me that night. And perhaps I would have died... If you did not help me."
Laura takes a deep breath. Her tears are somehow sucked back to her eyes... Before she can turn to see the Fenrir.
- ''You were the only one who stood and at least, tried to do the right thing."
She swallows dry. And they stare at each other.
- "... But me helping you. It was not all. There was more. After Fleischer defeated you. And you were lying there, at his mercy... Angsgar wouldn't stop demanding that Fleischer killed you."
Arne eyes are unblinking. He remembers it till the moment Fleischer's claws sliced his throat, taking away his counciousness and almost, his life. Nothing more.. He don't know about, any of this she is saying.
- ''Fleischer crushed Angsgar skull with the Geisterfaust, instead. He didn't want to kill you, Arne. I think... He expects something from you...."
And at the same time Arne was wondering over it, Laura says it out loud:
"... If I must guess... I'd say he wishes to die at your hands."
Arne feels his guts twisting. As if they just were made into a big and tight knot. He nods slightly.. Trying to understand, any reason behind the things Laura said. Wondering if they even matter. There's a ... its not hate.. Something like love and deception, burning so real. Blending and creating a unnamed feeling he now feeds for Fleischer. Once, Arne followed him doubtlessly. He admired his Jarl, and looked up the Athro Forseti as the perfect Fenrir. He used to idolize that man, only to end up jaundiced. Arne thinks of his home... his Heimat. The first thing he ever loved. And Finally, he has nothing to say.
- ''I will go have a shower. I still need to find Raine later... Artifacts and everything." Laura is not discomforted. But the convertation took a little of a emotional side, and she had a fair amount of that for today. More was to come, she was sure...
- ''Make sure to bring a weapon along." Arne answered. And if it was a joke, they were not much in a mood to laugh at it.
Laura leaves with a wave. Arne, he goes back to his beer.
And he thought of the day Fleischer delivered Drake to Half Fang, in exchange for the Heimdall Jarl Can't Hit Softly... It made that Arne wondered... What was it on this he hated so much? Of course, Drake was there being bargained, it sort of made it personal... But if it wasn't Drake there? Would it have made a difference? After considering it for enough time to roll and smoke a cigarette, Arne decided it would. After all, Half Fang is the same sort of garbage, the Heimdall Jarl was...
Fleischer: He was just as bad? Have Arne served a false leader, for so long? Why the Great Fenrir allows such... Vipers among his brood? It didn't made sense... And Arne despise grew stronger. He digged his nails on the wood of the table moist by the sweat of his now lined bottles. Hating... To have his faith shadowed by doubt.
Arne thought of Laura's words. And than all Fleischer's actions that have lead him to this moment, now... Was him exactly where he supposed to? When Arne believed, to own himself? Fleischer moves were always perfectly calculated. No unforeseen damage. No unpredictable curcinstances. The effect would serve it's cause in total synchrony. Fleischer didn't believe in casuality... He believed in mistakes... Human factor, results of emotions and trivial motivations. That man thought as a machine. But with such clear understanding, he could so easily manover one's heart.
It could be, that delivering Drake to his nemesis that day... Besides ending an internal conflict, of course... Fleischer has been also testing Arne?
Arne always had this feeling, as if Fleischer was readying him for something greater than his own very purpose. But everytime he thought of it, Arne felt just as those pretentious 'special snowflakes' he so pationately despised. ''- He wants to die by your hands'' Laura's voice echoed on Arne's mind... And finally, his doubt vanished away.
- ''You know what...?'' Arne said and only himself could hear, but its clear to whom its been directed. ''... I don't give a shit for what you may want or not, from me....''
Arne drunk the last sip from his fifth beer and stood up. All weakness sprouting on his mind have been properly pruned. He left the Dreamcatcher and faced the darkened skies, that were still light when he entered that door.. And that one star, shining brighter than others... It once became his north, and so it would always be. Arne faced it. As ever, it filled him with that assuredness he used to carry along. On those times behind him, when he could hold that star close.
''I know what I must do.''