[Nasrin Golbahar]

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The ground district of Mistral was an old friend to Nasrin and she knew many of its twists and turns by heart despite the fact that most of the ‘work’ she did in her younger years ended up taking place one layer up in the wind district. Living in a place like the ground district required you to get to know other people and the fast ways to get from place to place, and even beyond that the safe ways to get from place to place. And of course, that meant she knew all the best spots to go when you didn’t want to be seen by anyone with a mind to go reporting you to the authorities. [Break]
Today that place was a small square in between a grouping of apartment complexes that had once been home to a garden of some sort and maybe even a tree in the planter box towards the center of the square. But it had been many years since this little isolated section of the ground district had seen any plantlife. The flowers had been replaced with countless graffiti tags that were so thick in places it almost seemed like a new layer was being created on top of the brickwork of the apartments. The tree in the center had been replaced with what passed for a makeshift skate park for those too poor to go to a proper one or make their way up into the fancier areas of the city where there were fountains and parks and things to mess around with. The planter box for the tree was large enough for someone to skate around the inside now that someone had taken it upon themselves to fill the corners with wood to create an even curved surface all the way around. Benches had been tipped over and torn apart to be used as grinding bars of various sizes. [Break] [Break]

To an outsider, it probably looked like a disaster zone. Like some form of violent conflict occurred and resulted in the once tranquil little garden square being transformed into what it was now. For Nasrin it brought back a lot of memories of her youth, and it was abandoned enough at this time of day - around 6 or 7 at night - that she felt it would be a good place to spend some time alone after the recent events she had endured at Haven. [Break]
The object of her moping today was the complete disappointment that had been her match in the little tournament thing the academy had been putting on. It was difficult not to feel as though she had been cheated out of potentially making it further up the rankings, hell even just one or two spots from the bottom, by a staff member that had thought it would be funny to match one of the newest additions to the school against one of the longest running students with perhaps among the most experience and training of all the students at Haven. [Break] [Break]

And for Nasrin the healthiest and most satisfying way to deal with that frustration and disappointment was to spend a few hours skating around on Rascal in one of her old favorite spots and maybe tagging a few buildings on the way back to the school once she was done. And so that was what she was in the process of doing, skating around the little makeshift skate park on the back of her brand new hoverboard and seeing just how much it allowed her to do. [Break]
She had not had much time to practice with it yet, apart from getting a hang of how exactly one is meant to ride the thing, and was spending this alone time going as fast as she could towards walls and then turning at the last moment to see just how high up she could make it before spinning back down to the ground. It was certainly higher than any normal board could manage, though no impressive vertical heights were achieved either. [Break] [Break]

The soundtrack for today's little session of venting was Nasrin’s newest favorite band, Cloud DIStrict. Punks weren’t known for their plays on words, but this was a Mistral local band of misfits that spent much of their time and energy writing songs about how much they hated the established order of things in the kingdom, and more specifically the city of Mistral. Nasrin blared their music as loud as her scroll and it’s little portable speaker would allow right in the center of the square on the edge of the old tree planter. [Break]
It was easily loud enough that those in the surrounding alleys would be able to hear it with little trouble, and also loud enough that Nasrin would not hear anyone who decided to join her in the square unless they made a conscious effort to be heard.

Aura: 100% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

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Another day of taking on odd jobs, deliveries, and various other tasks on the Request Board. Ever since his arrival to Haven, the first and foremost thing that he had to do was familiarize himself with the environment. Not knowing your surroundings is a recipe for disaster. That was among the many things that Master Sattota had drilled into his head since young, and he intended to stick to those principles upon arrival. The Request Board that's been used by Haven students was a godsend to Qiu'li, and he was always among the earliest to arrive for when the requests would be swapped out to accept the better paying requests. Most of these usually included courier jobs, assistance with finding missing items, or even dealing with some random hooligans. There were the occasional weird ones, like the one from the Wind District with that weird cult, but aside from that, things were normal and he managed to live off the funds that he made. It was by no means an amount that he could sit on, but it was enough to pay for his meals, upgrade his weapon on occasion, and have his robes repaired when it was torn by the local seamstress. Part of taking on the jobs and learning about his environment was also getting to know the layout of the city. The Scrolls provided a nice, detailed map and most of the requests that he took were often between the Wind and the Ground districts, which meant having to learn shortcuts and various other ways of maneuvering around. Of course, his skillset allows that due to his acrobatic and long leap abilities, which often meant that he would be travelling via rooftops and such. As a result, Qiu'li found a number of nice spots to gaze at the city below during the late hours.
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One such night being this one, as Qiu'li took a seat on a nearby rooftop and gazed below. It was strange, seeing people out and about at these hours. It was much different, much darker where he grew up. There were no lights, hardly people. It was warm, inviting, and exciting. How did people act in the evening compared to the daytime? It was like the city was alive and bustling. Of course, the ground district wasn't nearly as bright and high class as the cloud or even the wind districts, which is probably why it was so inviting to the raven-haired man. Being so used to isolation and seldom the words of his own mentor, Qiu'li found the overly dazzling, high-end lights of the upper echelons of the city to be somewhat overwhelming. Regardless, Qiu'li would take the time to reflect and meditate for a bit, allowing his senses to reach out and take in his surroundings. The feeling of a breeze touching his skin, the scent of the city from below, and both a familiar, and unfamiliar sound.
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In the distance, echoing from below, Qiu'li stopped his meditations partway and turned his head toward the source of the noise. It echoed across the alleyways and up above as he stood up and gazed in the general direction. Music- something that wasn't uncommon here, but it was what accompanied it that caught his attention. The sound of a hoverboard scrapping against the ground. Huh. Deciding to investigate before he headed back to the Academy, Qiu'li followed the source as he eventually came across an open area that was surrounded by various residential buildings. There were various structures in the center, and the place looked rather empty and... Filled with colors? He didn't recognize the paint on the walls or what it represented. Was it some kind of wall writing? How barbaric. His gaze fell down towards the source, and his guess was correct as he recognized the pink-haired marked one that he had fought against a while back. Nasrin, her name was. He hadn't had the chance to speak to her due to various reasons, but perhaps this would be a good time. She did agree to his proposal after all of meeting up. Perhaps this would be a good time.. Or was she training? Qiu'li was rather conflicted with whether or not to interrupt, but after several moments of mulling around, he decided to go for it. Ever since his arrival, Qiu'li has noticed how relatively easier it has been to initiate conversation- though initiating and continuing were two separate things, with the latter still a work in progress.
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As soon as he made it to the bottom, Qiu'li gazed at Nasrin, a good distance away as he had his back to one of the apartment complexes. He wasn't sure how to get her attention, at least not without throwing something her way. The music was incredibly loud, and he doubted that running right into her pathway like last time would do her any good. For now, Qiu'li would simply wait by the wall and watch her movements. He observed how she traveled, how she suddenly maneuvered to avoid running into the wall. He wondered if he could recreate the same. The raven-haired man continued to watch with his characteristic glare as Nasrin continued to make turns and speed up.

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WC: 869 TWC: 869
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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D
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Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E
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Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
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Dragon's Roar I (Utility Tool) | Rank F

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Bobbing her head to the music, Nasrin continued to speed up and prepared to do one massive loop of the entire park area. Speeding towards the apartment nearest to her, she turned at the last moment and slid along the wall towards the next apartment. When the wall ended one of her feet came off the board to kick off from the wall and launch herself over to the other side of the alley between the two apartment buildings. There she did a similar thing, speeding towards the wall and then gliding along it until there was no more wall to glide along. [Break]
On the final wall, she was about to speed up again to drive up the wall when she saw Qui’li standing by the wall that she had been about to speed across. This was unexpected, but she had agreed to meet with the guy so really it was only a matter of time. Nasrin pushed her weight onto the front of the board as she had in the arena to grind the front against the stone and slow down the board, though jumped off a bit early and had to run forward some to slow herself down before she spun around to collect the board. [Break] [Break]

Shouting to let herself be heard over the music, Nasrin began to speak as she walked towards the speaker. ”Lemme tell ya, you do not seem like the kinda guy to be spending time down here with the likes of me.” With the bowing, and the fact that he had been at Haven so long, it was clear to Nasrin that Qui’li was one of the higher up folks in society. She figured he was at least near the tippy top of the food chain, no one else would do that bow like he did or walk around with a seemingly permanent scowl like he did. [Break]
”Gimme a sec, suppose I owe you a chat, yeah?” Reaching the speaker she lowered the volume quite a bit, allowing a normal conversation to occur with the grating and rebellious tones of Cloud DIStrict playing in the background. [Break] [Break]

She spun around with a faint smile on her face as she tucked Rascal under her stump and made the short walk back to Qui’li. ”Right, whatsup? You’re eating into my anger management time so I hope you know exactly what you wanted to talk about!” As she waited for a response, she began to fiddle with her belt and the two cans of spray paint that had been tucked into it, just double checking that all was secure for her planned vandalism later in the day.

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

Word Count: 440/1249 [break][break]

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Qiu'li blinked as he watched Nasrin make the turn and come to a near complete stop. What power and control! The raven-haired man watched with interest as she came to a halt on the wall that he was at. He barely make out the words over the mixed screaming music that came from the device, though thankfully she turned it down which allowed him to hear it more audibly. Qiu'li raised an eyebrow and gazed at Nasrin as he unfolded his arms and approached her. "What do you when you say I am not person who would 'spend time down here'? I cannot complete Requests from Request Board unless I come here." Qiu'li pondered as to what she meant by that. Was a statement that he didn't belong here? Was it a declaration that Nasrin had power here and deemed him unworthy? He was confused by her statement and tilted his head slightly to the side. "I am of not understanding, I am sorry." He said as he scratched his head. "Life is very different here compared to Luoya back home in Forever Fall. Lot more people, more light, more friendly." The raven-haired man said as he stopped once Nasrin stopped to lower the volume enough.

Owe him? Ah- right. He did promise to train her a bit in exchange for having a little chat, though normally the word 'owe' was reserved for situations in which a good or favor had already been provided. He wondered if he had done her a favor sometime without knowing, or perhaps it was due to a lack of understanding the structure of the sentence. Qiu'li had many problems with that in the past, perhaps this was simply another one of these 'phrases' or sayings that the pink-haired female loved to use. Just in case, he wanted to remain clear and reminded her. "I recall that I promised to train you in exchange for this conversation. We can train whenever you are of desiring." He said as the woman turned around with a faint smile on her face.

The raven-haired man had no concept of what 'anger-management' was or the purpose of it. Was it through her listening to loud music? Riding on her hovering board? Based on her words and her expressions, something told him that there was some discrepancy. Well, no point in getting tied up in asking himself questions. As soon as she asked him, Qiu'li immediately raised his arm and pointed to her stump. "How did you obtain that?" He asked abruptly and without reservation. Qiu'li was pointing to her tattoos, the intricate lines and the floral design was intriguing to him, and the existence of the tattoo itself was a marked symbolism that had it's own meaning among his village.

However, the tattoos were also located on her stump. By normal societal standards, people are usually reluctant to ask about an amputee's wounds. It was as rude as asking a woman for her weight or asking a man about his income. It's common courtesy to see a person with missing limbs and respect the solemn unsaid rule of not asking about it unless the afflicted party brings it up. No such social cues existed in Luoya, no less during the raven-haired man's time spent living in the ruthless mountain and forest lands of Forever Fall. While he didn't explicitly ask with the desire to learn about her missing arm, having no knowledge about social cues allowed him to ask without reservation or nervousness about the stump. He accepted it naturally and saw that anyone who was here at the Academy had to have been here for a reason.

Continuing to gaze at the stumped tattoo, Qiu'li returned his gaze to Nasrin, staring at her with a look of mild curiosity and interest as he awaited her response.

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WC: 643 TWC: 1512
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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D
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Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E
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Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E
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Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
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Dragon's Roar I (Utility Tool) | Rank F

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Qui’li spoke… Strangely. Like he didn’t quite know the language yet, either that or he was drastically stupider than she assumed. For now, Nasrin went with the first option after his elaboration on the confusion he had about her other comment. She’d never heard of Louya before, but figured it oughta be pretty damn isolated if he was struggling this much with pretty basic sayings and sentences. [Break]
”You just didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be spending time down in the slums and shit. You look more like an upper city person, what with the bowing and the honor and whatnot.” She shrugged. ”People don’t do too well being friendly, down here especially. Lifes too hard for that, the friendly folks tend to get taken advantage of, yeah? Never heard of Louya before, musta been real different.” [Break] [Break]

Nasrin moved towards the wall Qui’li had chosen to stand beside and leaned against it rather heavily as she listened to the rest of the other students comments. She’d forgotten about the training, and honestly didn’t really have much interest in it so decided to ignore that comment entirely. If he brought it up again she could refuse more officially, but she was much more interested in the reason he had seen some benefit to talking with her in the first place. There wasn’t much she could teach him, other than maybe some sayings and how to get around the slums, and they didn’t seem alike enough to make decent conversational partners. [Break] [Break]

All her questions were answered by his rather blunt choice to point at her stump and ask how she got it. She wasn’t sure if he meant the tattoos or the arm, but also didn’t really mind talking about either. Nasrin was not a private person, and in this most of all it would be stupid for her to want to avoid questions about it. Everyone could see them, so it made sense that most folks asked questions about it, it was only natural. [Break]
”Arm got exploded by a cop when I was younger, blew the bottom half right off with a huge ass explosion.” Talking about it seemed to bring back some of the pain and Nasrin winced some and brought her other hand over to rub at the stump while she continued. ”And if you mean the tattoo, I bought it. Figured I oughta make this deformity of mine look at least a lil’ bit presentable so I got something I liked, pink and roses, tattooed onto it. Folks tend to stare, so at least now they get to stare at something nice instead of just a missing arm, yeah?”

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He could tell that she was having a hard time understanding what he was saying, which put him a bit on edge. He was frankly aware of how difficult it was to speak the common language, and he silently cursed to himself in his native language before he continued his statements to Nasrin. "Upper city?" He pointed to the Cloud Districts, his head turning before looking back to Nasrin. The raven-haired man shook his head before folding his arms. "The residents of the area are very... Different from the one's I have meeting here. Very.. Cold. Unfriendly. Like another student I have knowing in the Academy." Briefly the image of the brown-haired sneering man popped in his head and Qiu'li did very well to shove the image of Colton out of it. Prick. "I appear there on rare occasion to complete Requests, but not staying long. They... Stare too much. I have no please in being stared at."
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Qiu'li mused as he folded his arms again and lowered his head to think about what she said. "Respect for life isn't restricted to the wealthy, Nasrin." Qiu'li said as he looked back up and gazed at her. "Honor is something people share, unlike creature of Grimm. Criminals and bandits have no honor, therefore they are no better than Grimm." The raven-haired man said as he recalled the various bandit camps that he had encountered in Forever Fall, and the countless times he's had to run to avoid an unwinnable fight. With no pride to swallow, the raven-haired man had no problem with fleeing from a fight. "Even on the battlefield, there is honor. However very different when it is your life or your comrades at risk. 'Do what it means to protect yourself and others, but respect the souls of those that is no longer here.'" Qiu'li looked away briefly as he gazed at his hand. "At least, that is what Master Sattota said." He looked back at Nasrin. "'Slums'.. I am guessing that is what you use for place that does not have a lot of wealth. That exists anywhere that there is money. Even in Luoya, there was something like that. We called 'Wūgòu District,' except we had little to begin with. Forever Fall is not very peaceful place like Haven."
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Gradually, Qiu'li found it a lot easier to talk to people in recent times. Most of his job involved having to make small talk with the people around Haven, but he snuck in the free time to also practice in front of his mirror. If he had to say, Qiu'li was quite proud with himself and how far he's gotten with his ability to speak. Of course, he wouldn't dare tell anyone about it, but at the very least he could make a better conversation than his first arrival that involved a lot of pointing, broken phrases, and an accent that was thicker than Longtou. The raven-haired man blinked as she answered the question. She... Got the tattoo by getting it blown off? Oh- the missing arm. That made a lot more sense now. Frankly, he was less interested in how it happened compared to the markings itself. Plenty of people in the village had obtained such injuries. It was a risk of living in Forever Fall, but the villagers somehow made it work. At least when he was there. His surprise came when she stated how she obtained the tattoo. Bought? "As in.. Purchased?" He asked as he tilted his head. Sure enough, her description and reasoning for it was laid before him, and Qiu'li nodded slowly as she explained it to him.
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"To conceal what is missing, you decorate it with the markings of a tattoo." The raven-haired man thought about the meaning behind it. Hiding something ugly with something intricate and beautiful. Roses that were pink. "I do not think that it is ugly. Those that do are the people that only see things Biǎomiàn. On the top." Qiu'li pointed to her tattoo. "In Luoya, those that are great warriors, have completing great feats, or overcome adversity are granted such markings by the Village Elder." Qiu'li commented as he retracted his finger and remained pointing. "When I first saw it, I thought you, too, were a great warrior. I was wrong, it seemed." The raven-haired man said as he paused momentarily before speaking up again.
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"You were someone who had overcome adversity, instead." The raven-haired man affirmed as he gazed at the evening sky. "Despite missing a part of yourself, you accept it. You survive, and you continue to remain." Qiu'li looked back down and nodded, his eyes unwavering as his neutral face seemed as if they were enlightened. "That is strength."

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Most of what Qui’li said sounded like overly pompous enlightenment mumbo-jumbo. Talk about honor and respect for life and whoever the hell Master Sattota was all went right over Nasrin’s head, it just wasn’t even close to the way she thought about pretty much anything and the early hours of the night just after listening to angry punk music was certainly not the time for her to try and start thinking that way. The rest though, that she could parse more or less. [Break]
”Yeah, purchased it. We have a couple decent tattoo shops in the city that you can go into and pay for an artist to do their work on wherever the hell you want. Shit gets pretty expensive sometimes, but once I can afford more I’m gonna go to Atlas and get some tattoos from a guy my girlfriend knows. If all goes well, anyways.” She knew exactly where those tattoos would go, too. She’d spent a lot of time since the midterm trying to figure out exactly where her next tattoos would best fit on her body and why. It hadn’t been something she’d bothered to think about for a very long time since she wasn’t even close to being able to afford them, but with the discount from Heidi and the income she would start making doing odd jobs and huntsman stuff oughta help her get there sooner rather than later. [Break] [Break]


”Welcome to the kingdoms, yeah? People here like to focus on the surface. Hell, I’m one of them. How can I explain it for you...” She hummed, almost exactly in tune with the music playing in the background, before continuing. ”If the outside is ugly, at least the stuff folks can control like clothes and hair and makeup and all that shit, then it means that person prolly doesn’t care enough to bother looking nice. And I think if people aren’t willing to do that then the inside is prolly pretty ugly too, yeah?” [Break]
Nasrin wasn’t quite sure if she’d consider herself a great warrior, so it wasn't entirely surprising that Qui’li had come to a similar conclusion. It was interesting to hear how his people treated tattoos like some sort of reward for doing impressive stuff, though she couldn’t help but think it must be awfully restricting to not be able to get one unless you accomplished some arbitrary deed that the elders thought was good enough. What if you just wanted a tattoo ‘cause they look nice? Plenty of people do that in Mistral so Nasrin had assumed it was what it was like everywhere and hearing that some are deprived of that was upsetting. [Break] [Break]

”You were someone who had overcome adversity, instead. Despite missing a part of yourself, you accept it. You survive, and you continue to remain. That is strength.” To Nasrin, the first part of Qui’li’s comment seemed directed at her, but the rest was almost like he was sorting something out in his own mind. What the hell that was Nasrin had no idea, but figuring out didn’t seem too important, not at the moment anyways. [Break] [Break]

”Here’s a little nugget for you to chew on, since you seem the thinky type. You said criminals have no honor, yeah? You also think I have strength cause I’ve survived what the world has thrown at me and keep going in spite of it. S’that strength the same as honor? You aint called me someone without honor yet, so I don’t think I give off that impression.” Her hand went up to the side of her head to rub the shaved side as she spoke. [Break]
”I was a criminal. Most of my early life I did that shit. Got in with all the bad fucking crowds and did some bad stuff for money ‘cause I needed to to survive. Got the tattoo cause a cop exploded my arm ‘cause I did something that pissed them off enough for them to bring in goddamn high explosives. That still strength? Even though I apparently had no honor?” [Break] [Break]

People liked to judge criminals, Nasrin had learned that very quickly after leaving that life for… Well, honestly what she did after that was still a little bit illegal but most people wouldn’t think of it that way. But people liked to think they knew why people did crimes, and that those reasons weren’t good enough to justify it. They put themselves higher up on some imaginary fucking scale of honor or goodness or whatever else you wanted to call it that day just cause they figured that criminals were honorless or shitty. That idea was wrong, incredibly stupid too, but mostly wrong. [Break]
”Some people do crime for honorless reasons I’m sure, crime bosses and whatever the fuck else. Higher ups, mainly. But the lower guys? The little kids that run messages for a few lien or the teens that deliver shit for their next meal. Those people have good reasons. Those people are overcoming adversity that the system puts on them. What do you think of those people? What do you think of me knowing what I used to do?” Nasrin stayed leaning on the wall, her face tense but otherwise rather calm as she looked over Qui’li to watch what his response would be. She was genuinely curious, and half of her expected him to run off and report her to the cops or some shit for the crimes she did however long ago that was. That’d be a pain in the ass, so she hoped he was more reasonable than that.

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Qiu'li took note of the existence of shops that simply provided tattoos in exchange for lien. It was a culture shock, to say the least. To think that one could easily afflict the painful inked wounds just for the sake of aesthetics, no. There had to be more than that. "Do people simply acquire tattoos for the... Looks? There must be some that are acquired tattoos for more than that reason. Perhaps it is because culture is very different." Qiu'li said with the last bit directed towards himself. "Tattoos are a sacred marking, because it is painful when we acquire them. The Elder takes a handle, usually crafted out of strong wood called 'bamboo' and smooth down until round, and then sharpen other end with many, many points to allow ink to flow." Qiu'li recalled the memories of seeing his father also getting tattoo'd. It was a while after his successful lead to defend the village against another Grimm attack, one that had costed the life of his mother. He wasn't sure why he recalled it so vividly, but watching the intricate practice and listening to the Elder speak about it while performing the action interested him. "Once ink is set in point, the handle is inserted into skin to push needle into skin and allow ink to set." Qiu'li shook slightly at the memory of how painful the procedure looked and the look of agony that his father went through to get it. "This was very painful if Elder didn’t ensure that the ends were very, very sharp and pointed." The raven-haired man said as he turned back to face Nasrin. "To us, the act is also a trial itself. It is not uncommon to see many warriors collapse from having their body marked from sunrise to sundown without food or water." Qiu'li said before listening to Nasrin continue with her explanation of the city people and their strange fixation on the outside.

He listened intently to her explanation as she described how superficial people worked and nodded slowly. "I see... So those that are ugly on outside and unwilling to fix can also be ugly on inside." Qiu'li touched his own chest and inspected it. Was he also those type of people? Master Sattota always emphasized the concept of keeping clean and maintaining a proper appearance, but frankly it was a foreign concept to him. Why did one who lived in isolation needed to keep themselves presentable when there is nobody to observe them. "To hide one's own nature through deception and outward appearance..." Qiu'li said aloud before shaking his head. It was a bit much for him to think about. Perhaps he would ponder about this further. Nasrin's explanation proved very reasonable to the question, and he filed away the response as an answer to a long-burning question he had. A simple question had turned into an unexpected discussion towards many things that he hadn't anticipated. Regardless, he listened to her with his stoic face and didn't react when she stated that she, herself, was a criminal. He didn't react to how she described her early life of falling into the wrong crowds, performing questionable acts for money and further detailing why her arm came to be that way.

"Growing up in a place in which one's life could be snatched away as easily as plucking fruit from a tree causes one to think a lot, no? My Master also posed a lot of questions for me as well." He paused briefly to continue formulating his thoughts. "I never ask for others to be honorable like myself. I merely reciprocate or show it when the situation calls for it. Do you not also pay respects to those that no longer remain in this lifetime? Because you do not show honor outwardly does not make you less than me or others that display it." He concluded. She then started to talk about how different types of people had different reasons for doing the things that they did. The distinction between those at the top and those at the bottom, supposedly like her, who struggle for something as basic as another meal. Qiu'li thought back on his younger years in which he did the same. Except it was more or less struggling to survive in Forever Fall. However, he knew that it was unfair to place that comparison onto others- he was the one who lived in such harsh lands, not them. Therefore, he couldn't condemn them. After that, a question for him that made him think heavily.

"What do you think of those people? What do you think of me, knowing what I used to do?”

Qiu'li blinked and closed his eyes briefly, resting his head against the smooth wall as his head made a soft 'thud' while he tried to formulate the words. "In the end, honor only holds meaning if it is upheld by those around them. Alone, it has no meaning other than simple principles followed by one." He looked at Nasrin. "I am now more aware that things are different here. Like how you view tattoos, I see bandits and criminals differently. In Forever Fall, it is a harsh place to live, and the ways bandits and criminals act there reflects that. It is not uncommon to find the bodies of other villagers, dead or barely alive with missing limbs, hanging from chains or stuffed into a pit." Qiu'li lamented while he continued to think. Were it not for him seeing it himself while he survived in the forests, the raven-haired lad would have probably not believed it. "They were cruel, uncaring about the preciousness of life, and could easily kill young child without hesitation. To them, others were thing to fulfill their desires." Qiu'li looked back down and towards Nasrin as he gazed at her. "But they did it to survive." He added as he pushed himself off the wall and took a step towards Nasrin.

"But I know you, and those that you described, are different from those that I have encountered in Forever Fall. You seek to survive, even if it meant to live a dishonest life. Something that I cannot condemn, because it is the desire of all things to wish to survive, no matter the cost. However, it is what you did afterwards that matters. Despite the path that you took previously, you ended up here, at an Academy whose mission is to protect the lives of others." Qiu'li nodded slowly. "So what is it that pushed this change?"

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It satisfied a certain curiosity that Nasrin had always had about the origin of tattoos as Qui’li explained how they worked where he was from. It was a near complete shift from the casualness with which Nasrin and some others she knew thought of them, until now they had always held the position of a nice aesthetic choice rather than something that needed to be earned or have some deeper meaning. Sure some people got them for specific reasons or to commemorate an event that they wanted to remember forever, but as far as Nasrin was concerned that was likely the minority. And certainly among those she knew it was almost unheard of, apart from herself. And Jackie/Heidi now. [Break]
”Yep! You just pay an artist and bam you’ve got some ink in you. We don’t use the bamboo stuff either, there are electric tattoo needles. Still hurts like a bitch but probably a lot less than whatever the hell you guys are doing out where you’re from.” Nasrin kept her focus pretty solidly on Qui’li as the two of them spoke, only occasionally glancing around to be sure they were alone. She didn’t know the other student very well yet, and this was not the place you wanted to be caught off guard in. [Break] [Break]

It wasn’t all that unexpected when Qui’li started to wax philosophical again about what Nasrin had said, that seemed to be his go-to response to nearly everything that could be considered to have any deeper meaning. The whole bit about those who don’t show honor not being less than those that do was true, yet it rang hollow to Nasrin. If Qui’li truly believed that, and she had doubts that he did, then he was in a very small group of people amongst those that cared about honor at all. As far as Nasrin was concerned, nearly all of them considered themselves as being better in nearly every way than those who chose not to give a shit about something as restrictive as honor. [Break] [Break]

Nasrin hadn’t ever heard of bandits being quite so violent as Qui’li described. It seemed that wherever this place was people lived much, much more violently. Killing children seemed like it could have little purpose other than satisfying some assholes sick needs, same with removing limbs from people or sticking them in pits to die. Barbaric was probably the best word to describe it, and if that was what Nasrin was being compared to then she was practically a saint.[Break]
He did at least have a point about Nasrin no longer being a part of that life. IT had been a while since she’d been involved in it at all and even longer since she’d been involved in it seriously. It had been a good change for her, a change that moved her life forward in ways that were impossible while living on the wrong side of the law. And it let her make change, which is what she really wanted to do even as a criminal. [Break] [Break]

”I protected others even while I was doin’ bad shit to survive. S’always been my thing, part of why I stuck with a shield so long.” She looked away now, for longer than she had previously. ”Life pushed it. Got my arm blown off and most of the group I ran with were either dead or too afraid to keep doing what we did, so I had to shape up or starve. Without my arm I’m not fit for much of that life on my own, and I aint the type to trust other randos out there. So I started doing protests and shit instead, was paid to be protection.” [Break]
Looking back up at Qui’li, Nasrin squinted a bit. ”What about you?”

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"Electric tattoo needles..." The thought of an electronic device that he's seen so frequently nowadays being capable of performing the same arduous task in much less time was mind-blowing, to say the least. Did it mean that the worth of the tradition was lessened with the prospect of being able to obtain such markings with easy and with little to no meaning? He wasn't sure- Qiu'li never gave much thought to the way that things were. In fact, why is anything the way that it is? What did tradition mean? Was it something that had significant meaning to it? Or was it just something done because 'my ancestors did it therefore I must do it too'. The concept was perplexing, but it interested him enough for Qiu'li to note this down. Reaching into the folds of his robes, Qiu'li retrieved a leather-bound notebook that was about the size of his hand. If the pink-haired lass took a closer examination, Nasrin would notice that it was the exact same one that came from the midterms that all Orchids were to record the facts from. It seems like it was a convenient item for Qiu'li and he had grown a bit fond of it, therefore when the exercise was over, Qiu'li had simply torn out a page with the facts and handed it in while keeping the notebook for himself.

For the most part, the raven-haired man had started keeping a detailed recording of every person that he's met so far since his departure from Forever Fall. This included names, descriptions, and a general gauge of their abilities as a whole. Of course, without much interaction, he couldn't get any more details, therefore everything recorded is from direct observation. In addition to his general profiles, Qiu'li found it helpful to keep a small diary of everything that's happened since his departure. Most of it was a bit hazy and condensed since he obtained the book half-way through the semester, but for the most part it's also served as a place for Qiu'li to write down terms and phrases that he didn't understand and wanted to make a note of in the future. Many times it's due to him overhearing a particular saying that didn't make sense to him or something that stupid Colton would say about him that he was sure was an insult but couldn't figure out himself. Regardless, the book has seen a lot of use in it's short lifetime and it showed.

Once he was finished writing down the question to come back to later, Qiu'li resumed his talking, though he started to peter off once he noticed that Nasrin wasn't exactly... paying attention. If anything, she was most likely bored due to her occasionally looking off to the side or over his and her own shoulder while he spoke. Was it because she was disinterested? Nasrin was the one who brought up the weird topic about honor and such. Regardless, he didn't hold any contempt towards her. She had her own reservations and interests and so did he. It was strange thinking about what kind of person he was, associating with a person like her. Perhaps it was because their cultures felt so different and their beliefs that tied behind these cultures and traditions differed vastly.

Once she began to speak about her past actions, mostly on the topic of shields, his gaze lowered towards the device that was tucked under her arm. That was a shield? Strange, but not unheard of. Even Luoyians had barriers to protect themselves, but to dedicate an entire role to protecting others... Interesting. Those that she had traveled with must have been in a similar situation, turning to a life of dishonesty in order to etch a life of survival. Independent from the authoritative eyes that governed this place. In a sense, he was similar to them. Either adapt to the world that he was thrown into, or die in the process. "Trust is a frightening thing." Qiu'li nodded in agreement as he listened to the last parts of where she ended up next. Taking a role to protect those that fought for their own reasons- was it something that she, too, sympathized in, or was she simply taking on the role for the sake of etching out a living like before? Regardless, a job was a job and if it meant that she could make use of her skills, then he had no reason to judge.

Suddenly, the attention was on him, now, huh? He wasn't sure if she was inquiring what caused his change, or if she was hinting towards asking about how he came to Haven, but regardless, both of these questions would probably be answered if he started from the beginning. Of course, starting there was as least pleasant as he'd like. His gaze sort of broke away as he looked back up to the sky which had turned nearly dark at this point. "Growing up in Luoya was difficult- Father was among the strongest of the village and protected most of us, and he expected the same for me. Would beat me for every mistake..." As if on cue, his robe slipped sightly from the front, revealing various deep scars that looked like it could only come from something that gouged out flesh. Upon feeling the extra breeze, Qiu'li shifted and folded his arms. "Expectations... Too much for me. Always said that I must be strong. I fled the village. Better off dead and free than prison of Father's expectation, I suppose." The idea was silly, but to suffer so much at a young age and believing that he was the cause of his Mother's death was fairly traumatizing, to say the least. "Day after day, I struggle to survive on my own. At the very least, I would rather die of my own foolishness. Then I met Master..." Qiu'li looked back down and gazed at Nasrin.

"Master Sattota. A monk from one of the nearby temples that reside in Forever Fall. He live in isolation, found me by riverside near-death. He help me recover, learn how to control temper, and survive on own. During time, I realize that he was strong, but stronger than Father? I don't know. I then realize that there is more way to be strong. Therefore I search. I learn, I think, and I meditate." Qiu'li shifted slightly, as if to try to figure out what to say next. "Then I met Huntsman. I know not his name, but what his role was. Defeat Grimm, protect others. He was strong as well. I realize that staying in Forever Fall will not give me answer to my question. I left, in search of the 'Academy' that Huntsman mention, and I end up here." Qiu'li said as he concluded his story. Quite frankly, he's felt a bit more comfortable with telling this much. It wasn't like he meant to keep it a secret, but his inability to be able to speak well in social settings seldom brought the chance. He closed his eyes slowly and opened them again, gazing at Nasrin. "We have all our reason to be here, I realize. However, what do you wish to accomplish being here?" He asked her.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Nasrin was taken somewhat aback by Qiu’li pulling a book from his robes and beginning to write in it as she spoke. She made a point to lean as far forward as she could without touching him to get a look at what exactly he was writing and why it was so important that it had to be done right now and couldn’t wait until after the two of them were done talking. He was a very strange person, perhaps the strangest one that she didn’t hate that she had met thus far at Haven. And he was strange for reasons other than an interesting or unique semblance or an inability to keep oneself clean, he was strange because of how he acted and how he thought about things. [Break] [Break]

”Growing up in Louya was difficult - father was among the strongest of the village and protected most of us, and he expected the same for me. Would beat me for every mistake.” It was hard to tell if he intentionally let his robe fall to the side to show the scars covering his chest, but regardless of the showing of them being intentional Nasrin couldn’t help but frown at someones own parents doing such a thing to their child. Nasrin had never really spent much time learning about what it was like to have a family, figuring that the more she knew the more it would hurt that she never had one… But in this case, she was glad she had never been adopted. She was difficult enough to Orphanage staff that were paid to be guardians to her, but parents would likely have suffered a lot less of her rebellion before punishing her like Qiu’li’s father had. [Break][Break]

The last thing Nasrin would have expected in an origin story from one so proper as Qiu’li would have been running away from home and out into the forest or whatever was around his village. And then he found some monks. Of course he did. Nasrin had little idea what exactly monks did apart from meditate all the time and say stupid things in a way that made them sound deep. It explained why the other student bowed and tried to speak of honor and strength and such, doing his best to reason out the smartest possible way to state the obvious or go around the point. [Break] [Break]

”We have all our reason to be here, I realize. However, what do you wish to accomplish being here?” It was a question that Nasrin seemed to be giving the answer to, prompted or not, quite often lately. But thankfully it was something she had no reason to hide, and was in fact rather proud of so relating it was hardly a problem. It also increased the chances that other hunters would join her in her goals, which would make everything drastically easier. [Break]
”I figure Huntresses are pretty damn important. They get more say in shit than some nobody from a protest would. So if I become a huntress and then start complaining about the shit that’s going on in the kingdom and doing things about it then I oughta get more attention and maybe even make some fucking progress for once.” Nasrin lowered her gaze to her feet for a moment as she kicked at a few stray pebbles on the ground. ”Pretty simple reason. I guess I’ll get to defend more people from up there too, but the main thing is to get some damn changes happening.” She looked back up at Qiu’li, her head tilting slightly as she began to rummage around in her belt for a can of spray paint. [Break]
”I’m accepting help in this too, yeah? So if you wanna make some changes feel free to help me out once we get out of this garbage school.” [Break] [Break]

Pushing off of the wall, Nasrin moved towards a slightly less paint-layered section of apartment wall and began to tag it with her classic bright pink rose. She made this one large so she could fit more detail into the petals, and by the time the outline was sprayed onto the wall it was about as tall as she was. She listened with one hear to whatever Qiu’li’s response to her comments was, but slowly her attention drifted towards her artwork in her attempt to make it as nice as possible given the crowding of other tags she had to deal with. Hers was the freshest at least, so it stood out in brightness and solid lines if nothing else.

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Qiu'li processed what Nasrin was telling him about her own end goals. Her aspirations... "To become someone with authoritative power... Someone to represent the people that you are among." He restated to make sure that he was following along. It was certainly a goal worth striving for, and a reasonable one at that. To become a Huntsman or a Huntress meant being recognized as someone whose capable of taking responsibility for the lives of others and showing the ability to act with the public's best interest in mind. It was indeed a cause worth fighting for; to fight for a position in which others are forced to listen to her opinion. Though whose to say that they will have to take it? There must be plenty of people with power in more ways than one. Was it as simple as becoming a Huntress? Qiu'li wasn't entirely sure, but there was a hint of doubt that stemmed within him. No, it's most likely not as simple as Nasrin put it out to be. He understood her intentions, but it was a difficult road. However, based on her phrasing, it seems like she's well-aware of that fact. 'For once,' she said. "Master once told me 'Leadership is not rank, or privilege, titles or money. Leadership is responsibility.' Even when you are of obtaining the title of Huntress, I am not sure it is as simple as complaining." The raven-haired man shrugged, but he continued to look at Nasrin with steady eyes. They remained unchanged as his characteristic glare met with her's.
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What exactly was she protecting the people from? Who were the people that she was planning on protecting? Wasn't it the role of a Huntsman to protect everybody? Regardless of these details, she seemed pretty adamant on her own goals. Perhaps simple, obtainable goals were much more desirable than lofty ones than his own. The question posed in his mind since his first encounter with Sattota had always remained, and yet sometimes he feels as though no progress had been made. Just when he thought he had figured out the answer, it seems to slip away from him further. In a way, he could sympathize with what Nasrin said as he followed her gaze towards the ground, kicking pebbles, before she reached to retrieve what looked like a metallic can.
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Requesting help from someone like him? He scratched his head. Qiu'li never really saw himself as leader-like. He's usually kept his head down, whether it be a trait picked up from his experience with his father or a principle of moderation adopted from Sattota's teachings, he wasn't sure. Regardless, he found himself in the background, always working to complete his tasks without acknowledgement. There was no need to boast about achievements. In the same sense, he didn't see himself as the type to encourage others to change. Rather than change others, he always sought to change himself. How could one whose blinded help others see? The raven-haired man scratched his head as a gave a look of complexity about her offer. "I am not one who seeks to change the world, therefore I am unsure if I can of much help to you, Nasrin." Qiu'li stated as he followed her towards the wall. "However, if it is assistance in a dire time that you seek, I will agree to help." Even if he wasn't someone who could take the spotlight, he didn't mind offering his assistance in helping others from the background. Unlike Nasrin's selfless motivation that drove her to become a Huntress, Qiu'li was much more selfish in his desire to seek the meaning of becoming strong. His attention was briefly taken away by the sound of a can being shake and a hissing noise emanating from the can. Suddenly, a mist of pink appeared from the can and onto the wall. Paint...? What an odd thing.
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Noticing the various other artwork that was faded in the background, he realized that the markings here must have been created by the same device that Nasrin was using. Which made him wonder if she had also done the same pieces here? They were colorful, yet dirty. It had a certain charm to it, though he didn't understand the meaning behind it. Qiu'li approached the pink flower and inspected the intricate detail that was put into creating it. It closely resembled the flowers that were decorated onto the space where her arm used to reside, and he continued to stare at it intensely for a few more moments before he spoke up. "What is it that you're doing? Did you also do this to the others?" He pointed to the various walls that were covered in graffiti. "What is the meaning behind this?" Qiu'li had no concept of what vandalism was. In the wild, there were no such laws, unless one counted it as marking their territory, but he felt like it was a bit different from that. He continued to stare at it for several moments, slightly enamored by the vibrancy of it before he would turn her to and point to the can. "I want to try." He would say.

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It wasn’t as simple as complaining, no, but complaining is how you started. Complaining so loudly and forcefully that people can’t help but notice and think about what you say. But Nasrin was focused on her art, more so than trying to figure out how to phrase her beliefs in a way that made sense to someone as philosophical as Qiu’li. His offer of help though, that was something she took note of and filed away for later. The more people she had willing to act when it became necessary the better, and she would definitely hold him to this offer in the future should he be needed for revolution. [Break]
Qiu’li had followed Nasrin to the wall, and from the few backward glances Nasrin gave as she worked he seemed to be quite interested in the art covering the wall. Hundreds of artists had worked together to create something perfectly unique to this wall, this spot. It was beautiful in its own way, a chaotic sort of beauty that you couldn’t get easily most of the time. ”What is it that you’re doing? Did you also do this to the others? What is the meaning behind this? I want to try.”” [Break] [Break]

”Others weren’t me no, that’d be a crazy expensive amount of paint. I have my share of tags around the city though, yeah? They all look like this, you’ll know em when you see em. Bright pink roses. Some on the campus of Haven too, if y’know where to look!” Nasrin took a few moments to finish up her tag, the massive graffiti rose lacked the detail of a truly realistic piece, but it had more detail than many of the tags on the wall. Each petal was shown, all in their proper place and layered over the art of those who had come before. Once she was done, Nasrin took a step back to admire her work - hands on hips as she smiled. [Break] [Break]

”Done! And ah… You wanna try? S’not exactly legal as far as I know, you okay with that? You kinda gotta be good at art too, if you want to make something that looks half decent. Lots of guys spend weeks drawing the tags on paper before they move to walls and shit.” Nasrin looked over to Qiu’li, eyebrow raised as she absently shook the paint can and tossed it up into the air a few times. She wasn’t sure if he understood what he was getting himself into if he did choose to tag something. [Break]
”As for meaning, s’just my little symbol of rebellion against the system. Some folks know my tag, they know what it means and that I’ve been around since I tagged a wall there. Plus it looks real nice, which is a bonus on top of the meaning of freedom and rebellion and shit.”

Aura: 100% [break][break]

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"So art was created by others, I see.." The raven-haired man murmured as he observed her 'tag'. Upon her mention of it, Qiu'li did recall seeing a couple of pink flowers around the city when he was on his deliveries or performing Request jobs. Most of the time they were surrounded by law enforcement shaking their heads or some men in jumpsuits trying to scrub it away to no avail- though they were more common in the city than on the Academy grounds. Probably because he never really went anywhere else besides the cafeteria to eat, the training grounds, and the necessary classrooms to attend for lectures. There were hardly any times that he spent anywhere else on campus so that was a given. Either way, it was interesting to see the one who had painted the flowers up on the walls standing before him, and he responded to her statement with a nod. "It seem that not everybody agree with it, Nasrin." Qiu'li said as he folded his arms. This is usually the part that one would crack a bemused smile, but as luck may have it, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Damned face and his stupid glare.
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He watched how effortlessly Nasrin could create something so detailed with just a series of wide strokes and the spray of the metallic can. It seemed that the nozzle ejected the paint and splattered it onto the wall- considering that some of it ran down the walls, it was most likely still wet. Regardless, the bright pink colors dazzled brightly and stood out from the rest of the art; it was entrancing to him. He took a step back as well, following Nasrin's movements to admire the piece from a distance. When viewed from close up, one could make out the individual strokes that the artist had made- including all the slight imperfections and the textures of the wall. However, standing further away, Qiu'li saw the entire picture as a whole and how the individual strokes began to blur into one work of art.
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Qiu'li looked at Nasrin and gave a slight head tilt. Why this would be considered illegal was beyond him. It didn't hurt anyone, nor did it insult those who viewed it. Perhaps it fell under the laws of desecration of a sacred place? Though looking around briefly, Qiu'li dismissed the thought soon afterwards as he turned back to face Nasrin. Good at art, huh? The raven-haired man gazed at the can that was being tossed into the air and sequentially caught as he began to ponder. He wasn't exactly an artist per se. If anything, he never really had the time or luxury to practice such things despite Sattota's wishes to have himself culturally enriched in such activities. Then again, it wasn't like his home exactly allowed him to do such a thing. However, it did allow something else. Something that he could do. He turned to her and nodded. The meaning behind the flower... It was intended to be a message. "A message to those that see it... A message to say that you are here, and that you will be acknowledged." Qiu'li nodded. It was something he could sympathize with. A desire to be known, and to be recognized.
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It seemed hypocritical, but it was something that Qiu'li had unknowingly wanted. He didn't want to be the center of attention, but he didn't want to fade into obscurity, forgotten by others. At least, that's what he had learned after the midterms. Human's are social creatures, and being deprived of that social factor has made the raven-haired man desire it above all else, almost as much as his pursuit of strength. Seeing it as an invitation, Qiu'li grabbed the can as soon as it was tossed into the air, and immediately began to ascend the building wall with his Acrobatic finesse. His feet exploded against the old, brick-layer wall as he went up, higher and higher where there were less and less markings. As he ran up, a cloud of pink would scatter out behind Qiu'li and flutter down below him before dissipating into the air. Did the bastard have his finger on the nozzle the entire time up? About roughly 10 meters later, where no graffiti had touched, Qiu'li stopped and slipped the can into his robes. Drawing his dual tonfas that were affixed to his lower back, the raven-haired man combined them into it's staff form and hurled it into the wall, anchoring himself and securing it into the wall so that it supported his weight. From here, Qiu'li was dangling in the air by one arm holding onto the staff while the other was...
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During the ascent, Qiu'li had sprayed and covered his hand in pink paint, causing it to pool into his hand as he made it to an untouched portion of the building. As he gazed at his hand, the raven-haired man slapped his hand against the wall and pressed firmly, watching as small dribbles of paint snuck out from the cracks of the building and slid slightly. Marking places that he had been to in the past was a common practice for Qiu'li growing up in Forever Fall. It was a method to keep track of places that were dangerous, places that were good to hunt, and to make sure that he could find his way. He soon lifted his hand, leaving a near-identical imprint of his hand before he began to write a series of markings on the wall. It wasn't in the common language, that was for sure. It was small too, so honestly nobody could really make it out to more than a few random scribbles above the pink hand print, but it was there. Uncontested by anyone else and standing out against the dark wall with the vibrant pink color, Qiu'li was satisfied by his work as he waited for his hand to dry before descending back down and departing from the wall in a well-timed shoulder roll that displaced the impact across his entire body to avoid sustaining any damage to himself or his Aura.
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Standing up, the raven-haired man held out the can to Nasrin and nodded. "Thank you, Nasrin." He said with a nod as he checked his Scroll for the time. Ah- he should start getting ready to depart in order to turn in the Request on time and get his payment- though he stowed it away to look at Nasrin to see if she would commentate on the rather... Unique way that he decided to tag the wall. Sure, he had no artistic capability, and certainly not one that could ever hope to rival Nasrin's. Therefore, he would take her symbol, the bright pink that defined her, and place it somewhere that would command the attention of others. A place that even cleaners couldn't reach. A place that not only represented her desire to be seen, but his desire to be acknowledged.


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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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[Nasrin Golbahar]

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Nasrin Golbahar

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”It seem that not everybody agree with it, Nasrin” That was the point, really. If everyone liked the graffiti, appreciated it for the art it as, Nasrin wasn’t entirely sure that she would still do it. A large part of the fun of it was the fact that she knew the majority of people that looked at her tags would see something that shouldn’t be there, they would see something that was good for nothing but being removed from the surface it was placed upon and they would ignore all artistic merit it might have. And that all was a good thing. The fewer people that understood and appreciated her work the more valuable that praise was when she received it. [Break]
”Naw, they don’t. Lots of people think this shit is ruining the side of their building, making it less nice to look at or some shit. I don’t agree of course, but the sheep hating it is part of the fun, I’ve gotta admit.” Qiu’li, surprisingly enough, seemed to be one of the few people Nasrin had met thus far at Haven that seemed to at least appreciate her art, if not like it. A surprise to be sure, but not something she found herself resenting him for. Especially given the fact that he seemed to want to try it for himself. Sure he probably didn’t know it was illegal, but every vandal has to start somewhere and if that requires a little bit of lying by omission on Nasrin’s part then that was what she’d do. [Break] [Break]

Qiu’li made a quick grab for her paint can while it was midair, and while holding down the nozzle spraying much of the contents all over his hand and into the air, he began to do some of the most impressive acrobatic jumping Nasrin had ever seen straight up the side of the wall to a point where not a single speck of paint had ever even dreamed of reaching. He only then seemed to realise that he had sprayed his hand with what was likely a solid quarter of the contents of the can once he had reached the top, and decided that his first ever tag would be a bright pink handprint and some random scribbles that nobody would ever be able to make out from street level. No one would be able to clean it either, and that made Nasrin smile like an idiot. [Break]
”That’s amazing! I’ve gotta take you with me more! Man, no ones gonna ever be able to get up there to clean that shit off, it’s fucking perfect! Only issue is that people might not notice it up there, but we can fix that easy peasy.” Qiu’li dropped down a few moments later, doing a not so graceful but rather effective looking roll to stop himself from splattering on the pavement. [Break] [Break]

”Naw, thank you! Hopefully you didn’t use up all my paint though, yeah? Shit gets pretty expensive if you use a whole can one one tag.” Nasrin took the can back from the other student and shook it. Half left, good enough for her. She strapped the can to her belt once again and watched as Qiu’li checked his scroll, perhaps he had places to be? Seemed likely, given he had mentioned something about job board postings [Break]
”If you gotta go don’t let me keep ya, I’m just gonna be doing this all night so it won’t be too entertaining for you if I had to guess, yeah? Thanks for the chat, you’re prolly one of the least shitty people I’ve met so far. Leagues above fucking Holly, so good on ya.”

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability D, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

Word Count: 599/4974 [break][break]

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