Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

For the most part, Heishiro stood there in silence as he waited for whoever this man was to turn around to face him and at least make himself known to him. But then again, this was a very discreet meeting between the two, someplace where they could be out of the way and out of mind for however long this little meeting would take place for, anyway. Heishiro narrowed his eyes at the beginning of his words, nodding once in reply for now as he brought his arms across his chest and arched a brow at him with a seemingly questionable look. Nefarious purposes? Maybe this guy did seem a bit legit after all. He would have to thank that rat-faced man later on for being such a good help. But the first thing he needed that guy to do first was to go rinse his mouth out with bleach - not to mention he rest of his body too, for that matter - before he came anywhere near him again. When he saw Vardon approach him like he did, it honestly put Heishiro on defense mainly because the way this guy was approaching him seemed like he was like some kind of predator waiting in the wings to pounce on its prey from a distance. Cold, calculating and always perceptive of everything and everyone around him. But then his next string of words eventually put him at ease - if only for now, anyway - as he listened to him talk to him about his family and how much he had suffered at the time of their loss. To be bluntly honest, if only this man knew how long he had waited for this moment to finally receive the information he had wanted to get all of his life, especially after having waited 12 years for this moment. 12 long and unforgiving years of being so hellbent for getting the son of a bitch that had stolen everything from him in an instant and then burned everything down to the ground to add further insult to his heart, mind and soul's injury. As much as he wanted to crack Vardon in the face for even having the audacity to telling him that he was sorry for his loss when he didn't even know him from anywhere was an even bigger detriment to this man's credibility, whoever he was in accordance to him. Get to the point then, Sir. Heishiro then cut in, listening to Vardon speak to him again. At the pause, Heishiro only kept his eyes locked on Vardon, narrowing them in nearly horizontal slits, despite there was a part of him that was screaming at him to tell him who it was, or possibly what the person looked like so he could get a better description of who to look for. Besides, people changed their names more times than Heishiro changed underwear, so what was a name good for anyway? Laela? Heishiro then questioned, not knowing what he was getting at and before he could even ask him to explain this to him, he listened to Vardon continue to speak. At first, nothing about this man's words were making much sense to him at all. Whoever this Laela person was, didn't seem at all like the descriptions he had been given for most of his travels, for most of them pinpointed towards a man. Maybe he was given faulty information or possibly even been lied to for the past 12 years, he began to wonder as he lowered his head down to the ground for a moment in thought before he turned his head back up to Vardon again, seeing him lick at his lips in an rather repulsive manner. To be honest, it squicked him out a bit at the sight. Honestly, what was this guy? Some humongous gaylord that just couldn't keep himself away from others like him? If so, then he was speaking with the wrong person about such detailed information like this. However, something that he mentioned seemed to get his attention once again, this being praised for being as skillful and as determined as anyone could be. True, Heishiro was one of the best Knights anyone could ever hope to aspire before he left the group before his family was brutally murdered. He had spent his entire lifetime devoted to training his mind and body through many hours of fencing, proper handling and even played some mah-jhong in his spare time. Besides, you could really surprise yourself in so many different levels once you've mastered both of these aspects. As a matter of fact, Heishiro once again nodded at Vardon to accept his praise, but he honestly didn't see where he could possibly be going with this, if all he was here for was to only patronize Heishiro. At the feeling of Vardon's compulsion being sent through his brain, it was actually enough to make him stagger back a bit almost as if someone had brushed past him without even an excuse me. Odd thing of it was, however was that he saw nothing there before turning his attention back onto Vardon who had now informed him to gather a reliable force, study his foe and then be prepared to strike for when the time came. But before he could even give an answer to the man's proclamation, all he saw was him vanishing in front of Heishiro's eyes and then vanish into the night air. Gone. Gone like a fart in the wind. At first, Heishiro simply stood there and shrugged to himself in a way that seemed to say that this wasn't anything new to him, but who was he to even remotely care at this point. Heh. This night keeps on getting better and better. He mused to himself. But at least now Heishiro had something to go on, even if the description he had given him was a tad bit vague. Not like it had happened before and it was probably more than likely it would happen again. With that, Heishiro repulled his hood back on over his head and left this place. There was nothing here for him now.