[ Caligi picked a location that wouldn't be intruded on by anyone that would look for her at out of some sense of self preservation. The last thing she needed was to give the twins or worse, Thancred an eyeful of her naked form before a battle. It's bad enough she already left with only a hastily written note that she'd return in a few days with not much information beyond that - as she felt the others would judge her for leaving to heal Zenos from injuries she caused, only to fight him again naked. She would not hear the end of it from certain people.
She is petite, like all women of her race are, but she is not smooth and soft like some. She is built with shoulders broader and arms are defined with muscles, and her tanned skin littered with faint scars from wounds too much for magic to fully heal. Her body was proof of the effort that she puts into her own strength and she is not ashamed of her own power. Usually, however, it's mostly hidden under clothing or armor - as Caligi isn't one to wander around in stages of undress like her adventurer companions. She stabbed her claymore into the ground and ran a hand through dual-toned red hair grumbling a few curses to herself under her breath.
Today was a bit different, however. The situation was of her own doing and while she had no shame in her own body - not in how it looked at least, (it didn't matter what people thought of it to her,) it was hers and served its purpose. How others viewed her wasn't important - why would it? She wasn't interested in the general majority and those who had it, didn't have the type that would spark any concern about how she looked. It was just her body.
Cal still couldn't deny the building anxiety building that was from what if someone she knew interrupted her clash against Zenos, misinterpreted the situation and how would she explain the state of her undress to them, considering he was to be fully dressed and her clothing were in a haphazard pile under a bag so they wouldn't be swept away by any resulting gust of wind from the force of their clash. She wasn't good with words. Explaining herself wasn't her forte and she knows it.
She cracks her neck and rolls a shoulder to stretch the muscles and prepare them as she tries to refocus on the task at hand.
A fight with Zenos.
The red-haired Au Ra will wait patiently for him to show himself, to prove the point she had made through those texts - that she would wait for him to get ready should he need it. She couldn't bring herself to explain to him why exactly she would through text, the words having failed her in her moments of anger - that the mixture of fear and excitement whenever facing him on the battlefield to her was more than worth waiting for, she's never had someone make her tremble in both awe and rage and pushed her passed her own limits like him.
That alone makes him worth the wait and worth her time. Worth her focus. She knows he's not like her, that he likely doesn't understand that her issue with his nudity during their fight was that she couldn't give him the focus she thought he deserved. Most wouldn't understand that and she wouldn't expect anyone too. It wasn't like a situation where he was nude in a public place where it was completely unacceptable - they'd understand that, she thinks.
Turning on heel and away from the sword stuck in the ground, she goes back to her pack and clothes and squats down to dig through it, tail swishing behind her as she searches for the muffins she stored to snack on for this occassion exactly. It wouldn't do to be hungry while fighting him, anyways. ]
He better not take too much longer. [ she grumbled under her breath before stuffing the muffin into her face, eyeing a monster that looked slightly edible and may be a suitable post battle meal, before standing and moving back to her weapon and sitting down next to her sword like she would as if she were dressed and eating her muffin while she waited. ]
[ The world is vast and replete with locations perfect for two warriors without peer to face off against each other without interference or audience. But most of those locations do require some extra effort taken to reach them. Couple that with Zenos viator Galvus's general inclination to never hurry anywhere, and the suspense has no doubt grown unbearably thick.
But he is making his way there. He intends to keep his own promise, and he is curious if she will keep hers... but not much bothered one way or another if she does or doesn't. Oh, the idea of her throwing herself at him in the nude is intriguing, yes... but it is the garnish atop the meal he was already prepared to devour in its entirety. Whatever awaits him, whatever state his friend is in when he comes upon her, he is certain that he will be pleased. That certainty is what drives him forward at his unhurried pace... an unhurried pace that is the cause of the slow, heavy footsteps approaching Caligi from somewhere far behind her.
Zenos is properly dressed if one were to simply be taking matters of modesty into account, but underdressed by his usual battle-ready standards. No armored coat hanging from his shoulders, no creaking layers of leather. The only things on his person to properly betray that it is him that approaches are his heavy boots and his absolutely enormous gunscythe. ]
Ah! My friend!
[ How... charmingly bestial to find her in the altogether, sitting beside her own preposterously large weapon, stuffing food in her mouth. When she turns to look she will find him smiling in that unsettling way of his, and clad in no more than simple pants and a loose silk shirt.
A flick of his wrist and a shifting of his shoulders and he readies his scythe and his stance. ]
You are in fine form today!
[ It is.... good to be complimentary, is it not? ]
[ She hears him long before he says anything, but it doesn't stop her from jumping slightly from hearing his voice. It's not shock that he's there, it's the whole situation finally crashing into her. Hair raises on the back of her neck and she is acutely aware suddenly that winning here would be imperative. Not only for the agreed prize that she'd never suffer to fight the Garlean naked again - but also because she has no armor and any blow he makes will have nothing to temper it. It excites her in a way typical of most fights with the man do.
For a brief moment, Caligi wonders what he'd do if he actually manage to kill her. She doesn't chase the thought-train much longer before she begins to slowly get to her feet and turn to him to greet him.
Her gaze deadens as red eyes land upon him as she turns and holds a finger up, denoting for him to wait a moment. The small woman swallows her food and glances at the muffin in her hand and then at him. And decides to make no move to unearth her claymore from where she had stuck it. ]
And here I thought you got lost. Nice shirt. [ She stuffs the last piece of the muffin into her mouth, snorting loudly and began to move towards her pack once more and completely ignore his readiness for battle. Her need for minor bit of payback, that was a need that could be put above her urge to grab her sword and just start attacking... Making him wait would be more sweet. ] Are you hungry? I'm still famished, care for a muffin?
[ Perhaps Caligi was a little annoyed for the length of time he left her waiting and really, her nudity wasn't of any consequence to her here, but his comment about her form made her bristle.
She begins to dig around in her pack, producing two more muffins and then moving towards him to stand before the giant of a man in all her glory, hoisting up a wrapped treat for him should he want it. ]
If you're not hungry, I'm still eating mine before we fight, but the other muffin is yours to do what you will with. It's safe, I made it myself. Poisoning you would be a waste.
[ A small act of defiance with a side of an offering to their strange friendship. Friends shared food, after all. Though from an outsiders point of view the sight of a naked Xaela Au Ra casually holding out a item of food for Zenos viator Galvus; who was already prepared for battle, to eat would lean on the more bizarre side of things. One simply didn't stand unarmed before Zenos and normally expect to live - let alone stand there holding up a muffin to him and expect the man to take it like Caligi clearly was.
To her, however, this simple action served both as a function of light retribution and also her own show of good faith. ]
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She is petite, like all women of her race are, but she is not smooth and soft like some. She is built with shoulders broader and arms are defined with muscles, and her tanned skin littered with faint scars from wounds too much for magic to fully heal. Her body was proof of the effort that she puts into her own strength and she is not ashamed of her own power. Usually, however, it's mostly hidden under clothing or armor - as Caligi isn't one to wander around in stages of undress like her adventurer companions. She stabbed her claymore into the ground and ran a hand through dual-toned red hair grumbling a few curses to herself under her breath.
Today was a bit different, however. The situation was of her own doing and while she had no shame in her own body - not in how it looked at least, (it didn't matter what people thought of it to her,) it was hers and served its purpose. How others viewed her wasn't important - why would it? She wasn't interested in the general majority and those who had it, didn't have the type that would spark any concern about how she looked. It was just her body.
Cal still couldn't deny the building anxiety building that was from what if someone she knew interrupted her clash against Zenos, misinterpreted the situation and how would she explain the state of her undress to them, considering he was to be fully dressed and her clothing were in a haphazard pile under a bag so they wouldn't be swept away by any resulting gust of wind from the force of their clash. She wasn't good with words. Explaining herself wasn't her forte and she knows it.
She cracks her neck and rolls a shoulder to stretch the muscles and prepare them as she tries to refocus on the task at hand.
A fight with Zenos.
The red-haired Au Ra will wait patiently for him to show himself, to prove the point she had made through those texts - that she would wait for him to get ready should he need it. She couldn't bring herself to explain to him why exactly she would through text, the words having failed her in her moments of anger - that the mixture of fear and excitement whenever facing him on the battlefield to her was more than worth waiting for, she's never had someone make her tremble in both awe and rage and pushed her passed her own limits like him.
That alone makes him worth the wait and worth her time. Worth her focus. She knows he's not like her, that he likely doesn't understand that her issue with his nudity during their fight was that she couldn't give him the focus she thought he deserved. Most wouldn't understand that and she wouldn't expect anyone too. It wasn't like a situation where he was nude in a public place where it was completely unacceptable - they'd understand that, she thinks.
Turning on heel and away from the sword stuck in the ground, she goes back to her pack and clothes and squats down to dig through it, tail swishing behind her as she searches for the muffins she stored to snack on for this occassion exactly. It wouldn't do to be hungry while fighting him, anyways. ]
He better not take too much longer. [ she grumbled under her breath before stuffing the muffin into her face, eyeing a monster that looked slightly edible and may be a suitable post battle meal, before standing and moving back to her weapon and sitting down next to her sword like she would as if she were dressed and eating her muffin while she waited. ]
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But he is making his way there. He intends to keep his own promise, and he is curious if she will keep hers... but not much bothered one way or another if she does or doesn't. Oh, the idea of her throwing herself at him in the nude is intriguing, yes... but it is the garnish atop the meal he was already prepared to devour in its entirety. Whatever awaits him, whatever state his friend is in when he comes upon her, he is certain that he will be pleased. That certainty is what drives him forward at his unhurried pace... an unhurried pace that is the cause of the slow, heavy footsteps approaching Caligi from somewhere far behind her.
Zenos is properly dressed if one were to simply be taking matters of modesty into account, but underdressed by his usual battle-ready standards. No armored coat hanging from his shoulders, no creaking layers of leather. The only things on his person to properly betray that it is him that approaches are his heavy boots and his absolutely enormous gunscythe. ]
Ah! My friend!
[ How... charmingly bestial to find her in the altogether, sitting beside her own preposterously large weapon, stuffing food in her mouth. When she turns to look she will find him smiling in that unsettling way of his, and clad in no more than simple pants and a loose silk shirt.
A flick of his wrist and a shifting of his shoulders and he readies his scythe and his stance. ]
You are in fine form today!
[ It is.... good to be complimentary, is it not? ]
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For a brief moment, Caligi wonders what he'd do if he actually manage to kill her. She doesn't chase the thought-train much longer before she begins to slowly get to her feet and turn to him to greet him.
Her gaze deadens as red eyes land upon him as she turns and holds a finger up, denoting for him to wait a moment. The small woman swallows her food and glances at the muffin in her hand and then at him. And decides to make no move to unearth her claymore from where she had stuck it. ]
And here I thought you got lost. Nice shirt. [ She stuffs the last piece of the muffin into her mouth, snorting loudly and began to move towards her pack once more and completely ignore his readiness for battle. Her need for minor bit of payback, that was a need that could be put above her urge to grab her sword and just start attacking... Making him wait would be more sweet. ] Are you hungry? I'm still famished, care for a muffin?
[ Perhaps Caligi was a little annoyed for the length of time he left her waiting and really, her nudity wasn't of any consequence to her here, but his comment about her form made her bristle.
She begins to dig around in her pack, producing two more muffins and then moving towards him to stand before the giant of a man in all her glory, hoisting up a wrapped treat for him should he want it. ]
If you're not hungry, I'm still eating mine before we fight, but the other muffin is yours to do what you will with. It's safe, I made it myself. Poisoning you would be a waste.
[ A small act of defiance with a side of an offering to their strange friendship. Friends shared food, after all. Though from an outsiders point of view the sight of a naked Xaela Au Ra casually holding out a item of food for Zenos viator Galvus; who was already prepared for battle, to eat would lean on the more bizarre side of things. One simply didn't stand unarmed before Zenos and normally expect to live - let alone stand there holding up a muffin to him and expect the man to take it like Caligi clearly was.
To her, however, this simple action served both as a function of light retribution and also her own show of good faith. ]