[-----CROSSROADS' HOUSE-----]

Tyrranis sits stiffly on the sofa in the living room, scowling as he examines one of three swords set out infront of him. The blade is normal enough, but the hilt and handguard are both spiked, apprentally ready to stab into the wielder's hand when it is picked up. Tyrranis holds it by the blade.

Crossroads steps out of her room looking a little groggy from having slept in. Though she had gotten dressed, she had pulled the comforter off her bed and had wrapped herself in it. "Morning." She says with a yawn.

Tyrranis looks up and nods to his new ...house mate? The specifics confused him, so he didn't pay attention to it. He sents the barbed blade down and picks up another blade, this one much simpler. It's a single worked piece of metal, edged on one side. He begins oiling it with a rag. "Technically, noon."

Crossroads seems to wake up a little more as he says this, "Already?" She had intended to sleep in but not THAT late. She takes a seat on the floor and looks at the weapons you are inspecting. "Why would someone make a weapon like that?" She says leaning her head a little towards the weapon with the spiked hilt.

Tyrranis nods towards the blade. "The spikes feed into a central resivor that holds the blood of the user. When swung a certian way, the blood comes out of a slot in the blade. The original user was versed in blood magics, she used it to form magic circles. She also used it to blind her targets."

"And you fought her?" It is how he said he had gotten his weapons after all. Well, most of them. Crossroads was aware that her bow had been a gift but if she had to guess she would assume that Tyrannis got most of his weapons through fighting.

Tyrranis nods. "I was wandering one day, and discovered upon an inn. I attempted to rest there for a night, but was constantly assailed by the staff trying to bed me. I later found out it was an attempt to leech out my life-force, perpetrated by the woman who held this blade. The people in the inn were illusions created by her, and when we fought she pierced my chest with her blade. It was a hardy battle."

She looked back down at the blade for a moment then up at the one you were holding, feeling curious Crossroads decided to ask about it as well, "And that one?"

Tyrranis lifts the simple blade up, and the corner of his lips twitches in a smile. "This was the blade of an old barbarian. I was in the mountians near the south when suddenly the sky above me rent open. A small building and a chunk of land it was settled upon fell from the sky, and from inside the wielder stumbled out, roaring at me and cutting himself with this blade. We fought simply and straightforwardly. An excellent fight."

Fell from the sky? Crossroads was about to ask aboout that, but then her eyes swept over the rest of the weapons. "You've been in a lot of battles, haven't you Tyr?" There is a small hint of sadness in her voice as she says this.

Tyrranis sets down the blade in his hand, and shrugs. "My life is essentially one long combat. I live, more battle occurs. It is not always my choice, but I still step forward to fight my enemies when they make themselves known." The giganto looks to
Crossroads with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you sound sad?"

"I just find it a little sad that you've had to fight so much in your life. I doubt it has made your life easy." Crossroads pulls the blanket around her a little more tightly. Every story she had gotten from him so far had involved him fighting in some manner. She was beginning to wonder if you had ever had any time in his life where he didn't have to worry about something like that.

Tyrranis sighs deeply. "The last time I did not worry about a fight was the worst period of my life." Tyrranis reaches for his bat, and uncorks the bottom, pulling something different out of it this time, a small yet poorly constructed cloth doll in the shape of a human. He turns it over in his hands, mussing with the frayed stitching before setting it on the table. "It is also the point that you were interested in, the story behind your bow. Are you still interested in the tale?"

She watched him as he pulled out the doll and placed it on the table. Considering all of his weapons, it seemed like an odd object for him to keep. "Yes, If you do not mind telling it to me." Crossroads says slowly.

"I was a child still, wandering after the man who killed my village. It had been days since I was able to find food, and in a haze I stumbled into a small farming town. The people there were rather quick to help me, for reasons they did not divulge. A day later, rested and fed, I left again, refusing to lose the man, and the farmers bid me to return whenever I felt the need to. I was not ten minutes from the homes when I felt a prick on the back of my neck." Tyrranis feels the spot, rubbing at it slowly.

"I awoke later, inside of a cage in a dark place, my arms and legs bound together. Around me were bones of things I could not identify. After my eyes adjusted, I noticed the children. Huddled in the corners of the cage, away from me. Faces sunken and bodies emaciated. They looked fearful, and broken at the same time. Light snapped on suddenly blinding me, and a man stepped to the edge of the cage. He introduced himself, and said I would be playing a new game with him from then on."

Tyrranis shakes his head, frowning at the memory.

You say ' It became evident that he was deranged. He had trained the children to treat him as a deity, feeding them only when they worshipped him. The ones who didn't, starved. And were made example of. Days passed in that cage, surrounded by the physically and emotionally dead, building myself up. Soon, I was able to bring myself to grovel at the man, to be let free of the bindings, and to get food. I ate, glaring at him as he beamed at me, finally supposedly learning my place.'

You say ' When he turned his back I picked a femur off the ground, and clubbed the sides of his knees in. Then I crushed the joints themselves into dust, and did the same with his hands. I fashioned a rope together, tied it to his ankles, and dragged him out of his home, herding the children with me. Miles we walked, him screaming and cursing at me, until I found the town again. The farmers knew what had happened. They took their children back, and the man as well. They gave me bounty for him, adoration for children, and that bow. The hopes of a town strung to the oldest and strongest tool wood. Years later I got a parcel, that doll. The children, once rebuilt, fashioned it and stuffed it with hairs from their head. It is a memory, unlike my weapons. That is your tale.

Crossroads sat still for a moment, then when the tears started to flow she quickly wiped them with her sleeve and looked down. She sniffed as she stood up, comforter falling down to her ankles. "Tyr.." Crossroads begain, but then she realized she didn't know what she could possibly say to him. Instead she did the only thing she could think to do; she threw her arms around the gigantos, choking back a sob.

Tyrranis blinks at the response from Crossroads, and rather stiffy wraps his arms back around her. He could understand the emotional output, by all means the story was sad, but still, it was a thing the giganto was unused to. "I-it is okay?"

Crossroads shakes her head in response, but since he didn't push her away she didn't let go. In fact she was a little surprised when she felt his arms wrap around her in return. "I'm sorry." She whispered," I...I'll take good care of that bow, Tyrranis."

Tyrranis is conflicted in his emotions, which he's never had a huge handle on in the first place. The telling of the story angered him, reminding him of his past, but now there's a crying woman hugging him and making oaths. Tyrranis remains silent, trying to work out the thoughts in his head, and instead just squeezes Crossroads a little tighter, starting to get used to this hug thing.

Crossroads remains where she is a little longer, slightly breaking the embrace every now and then to use her sleeve wipe the tears from her face. When the tears start to subside she pulls away, looking away towards the floor.

Tyrranis lets go of Crossroads somewhat reluctantly, and spends a moment before reaching out and picking the doll back up, returning it to it's place in the bat. Another deep sigh rolls out of the giganto as he looks to his room mate. "I am sorry my story caused this effect on you. If you want, I will refrain from them in the future."

Crossroads quickly shakes her head, "No. I want to hear your stories. I want to hear any that you want to tell me." She said, wrapping her arms about herself and squeezing her arms, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have hugged you, and I didn't mean to start crying either. I just..." She shook her head.

Tyrranis frowns for a moment, then catches himself, returning to a neutral mask. "Then I will continue my stories when you show interest. For now it might be a good idea to hold off on that however. A-also..." Tyrranis looks away, frowning mentally at the stutter. "The hug was not a problem."

Crossroads nods, then smiles a little as she looks up at him, "I didn't think you were the type to like them. I guess I thought wrong."

"I simply said that they were not a problem!" A small blush is noticable to the trained eye on Tyrranis' face, but he quickly picks up a sword and begins oiling it again, banishing thoughts from his mind.

Was that... Did Tyrranis just blush? She could have sworn his cheeks had gotten a little redder when he said that. Crossroads smile widens a little more and she can't help be let a little giggle escape, she didn't think he was the type to blush either. She was learning quite a bit about her new roommate today! She reached down and picks up the comforter from the floor then went back to her room to make her bed, leaving him to his weapons.