[ It was a curious thing to Shino, settling onto his haunches as this man he doesn't know turns back around to face him. He's wary, mostly because he doesn't know him, but under it all is a lack of sympathetic understanding. He has no problem with what he's doing, but he's a compulsive neat-freak. It was such an ingrained part of his childhood, and had he not been as ill as he was at times, he would have likewise been responsible for helping keep that environment clean.
He is, after all, but a simple country lad. Political machinations and levels of aloofness brought about by class has only touched on his life to dictate what he is or isn't allowed to be; in a way, being here cut him off from the Church's careful, wary, thirsty dictations. Now he has a whole new set of the same. He's a tool? Of course. Anyone involved in a war is part of its machinations, regardless of how well armed they are, or where they find themselves relative to the front line.
For him, these accusations are strange, simply for him sensing he is perhaps meant to take offense, and he has none to give. He serves to get back to those he loves and has kept close due to his own selfishness. The Church dictates that he serves, and so does his benefactor. He does what he must, though at his pace and at his own whim, unless circumstances have forced his hand.
Which passes as a series of impressions through the back of his mind as he carefully let the rag drape over the bucket's edge, away from the floor. Part of him even appreciates the beauty in that ice; the rest of him is shifting up, tuned toward the possibility of a fight, but not expecting there'll be one. He braced himself and calculated, kicking out with his heel to break the thin film of ice that was otherwise attaching the bucket to the floor. It does little for the ice inside. He'd expected nothing else. ]
Sounds like a problem for you, in that case. If you're here, you're one of those 'tools' as much as any of the rest of us.
[ It's said with a verbal shrug, ducking down to pick up the iced-bucket and it's iced water and iced rag. He's going to have to go find a hearth to borrow to help thaw this all out. What a hassle... why him? (Because, Shino, you instigated.) ]
You may want to mention to people you've iced the hall around here to avoid any potential accidents. Unless you're as adept with healing magic?
[ A curious look tossed his way, as if that's the important thing here. No real regard for what those magics may mean; Shino's fought powerful magic on another world, and he knows the devastating harm it can do. But he'll handle what he needs to handle. ]
Then I'll just let those who need to know to refer themselves along to you.
[ ... Yep, he's not turning his back on him (he's not quite that much of an idiot), but he's calm and unconcerned with the man who he'd provoked into icing the area as he'd been from the start. He just cared about the dirt. And germs. ]
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He is, after all, but a simple country lad. Political machinations and levels of aloofness brought about by class has only touched on his life to dictate what he is or isn't allowed to be; in a way, being here cut him off from the Church's careful, wary, thirsty dictations. Now he has a whole new set of the same. He's a tool? Of course. Anyone involved in a war is part of its machinations, regardless of how well armed they are, or where they find themselves relative to the front line.
For him, these accusations are strange, simply for him sensing he is perhaps meant to take offense, and he has none to give. He serves to get back to those he loves and has kept close due to his own selfishness. The Church dictates that he serves, and so does his benefactor. He does what he must, though at his pace and at his own whim, unless circumstances have forced his hand.
Which passes as a series of impressions through the back of his mind as he carefully let the rag drape over the bucket's edge, away from the floor. Part of him even appreciates the beauty in that ice; the rest of him is shifting up, tuned toward the possibility of a fight, but not expecting there'll be one. He braced himself and calculated, kicking out with his heel to break the thin film of ice that was otherwise attaching the bucket to the floor. It does little for the ice inside. He'd expected nothing else. ]
Sounds like a problem for you, in that case. If you're here, you're one of those 'tools' as much as any of the rest of us.
[ It's said with a verbal shrug, ducking down to pick up the iced-bucket and it's iced water and iced rag. He's going to have to go find a hearth to borrow to help thaw this all out. What a hassle... why him? (Because, Shino, you instigated.) ]
You may want to mention to people you've iced the hall around here to avoid any potential accidents. Unless you're as adept with healing magic?
[ A curious look tossed his way, as if that's the important thing here. No real regard for what those magics may mean; Shino's fought powerful magic on another world, and he knows the devastating harm it can do. But he'll handle what he needs to handle. ]
Then I'll just let those who need to know to refer themselves along to you.
[ ... Yep, he's not turning his back on him (he's not quite that much of an idiot), but he's calm and unconcerned with the man who he'd provoked into icing the area as he'd been from the start. He just cared about the dirt. And germs. ]