The Rebellion (Fantasy/romance/rebellion RP. Accepting)

[★ nirvana,]

Caedis crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. Literally. He was a full grown adult eighteen year old man, master assassin and spy, excellent bowmen, and here he was pouting. He sometimes acted more like a 4 year old, especially around Kane, rather than his age. 'Fine. But seriously, I won't give up until you say that I'm the manliest man you've ever seen, at least besides yourself. Is that too much to ask?'

[Reaper *]

Kane
And if I don't? What'll you do to change my mind? He lifted a brow, smirkin' lightly. He loved, absolutely loved, to rile Caedis up.

[★ nirvana,]

'I would ... well let me think about that for a moment.' Caedis looked up at the ceiling of the carriage, scratching and stroking his imaginary beard/stubble in thought. Then he looked down at his bow. 'Does putting a poison arrow through your eye sound appropriate to you? Or should I do something more simple instead? Hmmm ... '

[Reaper *]

Kane
He watched him, amused and interested. He rubbed his own jaw for the second time, scratchin' lightly at the rough bristles of stubble just under his chin. The latter, if you don't mind. I'd rather not relive how an arrow feels for the, oh, fourth time, I believe it would be.

[★ nirvana,]

Caedis snorted in a mixture of shock and amusement. 'For real? You've been shot with an arrow that many times? I mean, I know we can't all be perfect archers, you included, but wow.' he cocked up an eyebrow as he thought about that. 'You know I'll never let you live that one down, now.' he grinned.

[Reaper *]

Kane
Yeah. Unlike your incident earlier, I was bein' shot at. Just happened to be my luck that I was out in the open.. He huffed. Well? Any ideas?

[★ nirvana,]

Caedis frowned up at Kane with disbelief clear on his features. 'You were being shot at all four times? That doesn't sound very likely to me, but, OK.' he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest once more. 'Any ideas? Um, no, not really considering I can't beat you in anything concerning physical strength besides archery and maybe building/rock climbing, and I really doubt you have the sudden urge to do any of those right now,' he snickered.

[Reaper *]

Kane
Ruined a perfectly good shirt, too.. And no, I don't. He chuckled, movin' his hat to his lap to run fingers through his semi-spiked dark hair.

[★ nirvana,]

'Shirt? What is this shirt you speak of? Since when does Kane wear shirts? What is a shirt?' he retorted, attempting to sound sarcastic but only succeeding in having gone full retard. 'I just went full retard. Man, that's the number #1 rule of being a master assassin; to never go full retard. Hmph ... ' he put his hands on his hips and twisted his torso the other way, looking behind him at the grainy wooden wall.

[Reaper *]

Kane
Well, since you asked. He smirked, straightenin' up to curl his fingers into his shirt and tug it out of his pants to pull it up as if he were actually takin' it off.