Friends or Enemies (Skiff Farkas)

[Raksha]

She let a scoffing chuckle escape her. "The king huh? Okay." Nodding as he then gave the credit to his sire for setting up the place and that they should have waited. Turning to sit sideways on the couch so that when he sat down, she would be facing him. Leaning against the arm of the couch as she got comfortable. "Well that's nice of her." Shrugging her shoulders as he wanted her to tell him about herself. "What do you want to know? Though I don't believe that I am that interesting and fun but opinions are owned to each person." Smirking as he had complimented her dagger skills. At least she impressed someone with her skills because she was still tiny to her family and she wasn't ready to back them up yet. "Ask your questions and I will answer."

[Skiff Farkas]

"I wasn't thinking of playing 20 questions, I was more thinking you tell me of yourself. You choose to pick a fight with me. Why? I had done nothing to harm you at that point. Yet your first choice was combat. Most people try to talk things out, however violence was your answer. I respect that." He turned so that he was also facing her, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he spoke. "So tell me Highness, what is it that makes you tick?His grey eyes looked into her almost trying to see into her mind as he awaited her response.

[Raksha]

"But 20 questions is the best way to get to know someone." She smirked at him as threw him a playful wink. Thinking for a moment as she leaned her head against the side of the couch. It was a comfortable couch that she could easily see falling asleep on it. "You were stealing all the zombies, I had to show that I meant business. I saw them first and you come running in like I needed saving. Had to prove that I couldn't just be pushed around but thank you." He had beautiful eyes but she wouldn't tell him that. Her eyes remained on him as he pressed further. "I like to keep you guessing. Ya know...live in mystery."

[Skiff Farkas]

And here I thought I was helping, however in truth it is as I said before our little duel. I am not as proficient with firearms as I would wish, if I am being honest I missed more shots then I hit. The sword is more my style," looking over to the sword. Standing up skiff walks over to the door, reaching into his pack he grabs a few items, then walks over to Raksha's boot, taking the dagger out he move back to the couch sitting down to once again face her. Placing the dagger on his leg he tosses her a blood pack, setting his own down he uses a cloth to clean the blood from the dagger. Okay call me weird, it was bugging me. Finishing up quickly he sets the dagger down, hilt facing her. Picking up the blood pack he breaks the seal, chuckling at the thought.Who in your life, ever, made the mistake of thinking you needed saving? Don't get me wrong Highness you have more to learn with your knife fighting however you are damn good. Leaning back again he take a drink from the pack shaking his head at the idiocy of someone thinking that. Mystery looks good on you, and I do so enjoy solving puzzles. It does make on curious as to how your put together His eyes coming back to lock with hers.

[Raksha]

"It's not like that you can't learn how to use a gun better. We sort of have all the time in the world. What you do with that time is up to you." Her eyes watched him as he stood up from the couch. Maybe she offended him but that was his problem. It was when he grabbed something out of his pack before he took her dagger out of her boot that she perked her brow and sat up. "Hey..." Catching the blood pack that he tossed her, she began to drink it like it was a Capri Sun. Watching him as he crossed the room again and returned to his seat as he started to clean her dagger. "Of all things, that was bugging you? You realize that it will just get dirty again...right?"

She chuckled and then leaned back down against the back of the couch, placing a hands up to support her neck. "You know...there are a lot of people that underestimate women each day. It doesn't have to be just one person." Furrowing her brow as he brought up her knife skills. "Goes back to practice and I got a few good hits on you. Thank you though." Scoffing with a chuckle as she nodded. "It's all about mystery. It keeps a person guessing." Smirking lightly as she gave him a playful wink.

[Skiff Farkas]

"You're right he said, it will get dirty again. However care and respect for your weapons means they will be there to serve you well when you need them. I guess you could say old habits and all that." Skiff said sitting back against the arm of the couch facing her. Cracking the seal on his own bloodpack drinking a good portion of it. "I hate these things, but they are good in a pinch." Skiff says finishing it off. " Underestimating your opponent is a good way to get you killed quick. It can be fun if used successfully though. Your smarter then most, you read the situation and adapt to it, your careful." Reaching over he grabs her hand, moving his fingers over it feeling the callouses then drops it. "You call your self Queen, yet your hands tell a different tale, as does your fighting style. You have a gun," reaching up and tapping his shoulder "and your a fairly decent shot, yet the knife is your preferred weapon. You enjoy the feel of your opponents blood on your hands, to hear the sound you knife makes as it slides through tissue muscle and tendon. Hear the screams of your victim, see the fear in their eyes. Oh yes highness you are a puzzle indeed." Skiff says sitting back shaking his head " Sorry about that." he says with a chuckle.

[Raksha]

She nodded as she listened and gave a 'huh' sounds with closed lips as she weighed his words. Longevity if the weapon gets cleaned and yet it didn't see that weapons were lacking in the city. Well if he was going to do it for her, then that was a win for her because why should she slow down on training just to clean a weapon. If it bothered him and he did it without her asking, that was a bonus and she got someone to converse with in the process. It was a win, win. "Nothing wrong with old habits. Depending on what the habits are, they probably serve for the betterment."

Stretching her legs out to rest them on his lap, smirking as he spoke about his hate towards the blood packs. He had a point because it was like drinking a Capri Sun but it still hit the spot when hunger was fierce. "It might be something to hate but with the amount of soldiers that wander about, is it worth the risk to get caught feeding off of a human if you find yourself in a compromising position?" He seemed to drink is pack quickly which made her chuckle as he really didn't like it but it was a necessity.

Shrugging as he spoke about her ability to adapt. "I have been underestimated my whole life and with the amount of **** that has been thrown at me by those that I should have called family. You have to learn to adapt and those skills are highly useful in adulthood. Be calculated and try to think ahead, that is where a person can excel." He took hold of her hand and moved his hand over her own. She thought that he wanted to hold her hand but then he dropped it and continued with his thoughts about her. "So a Queen can't fight her own wars? Maybe ones that are timid and weak but one that is independent shows strength by being in the fight, not sitting in the high tower and watching from above."

Smirking as he continued to her gun use. It was a good shot, she had to admit. Her smirk turned into a wicked grin as he continued to psychoanalyze her, he was getting it right so far. "In fact, I do and because when the pain is slow and they realize that they are being bested, there is a fear that glows in the irises of the victim. As that fear begins to resonate, they falter, they are no longer in the game to fight but if they do fight, they make easy mistakes. It is all a thrilling rush. Though if you think I am a puzzle then this will be a fun ride." Shaking her head. "No need to be sorry."