Papers for You [Elyss/Alastor]

“Alright. You’re gonna end up losing ya head if you don’t duck these things.”

What’s the best way to learn how to fight? By actually fighting. That’s what Elyss is doing with another person who had taken interest in growing in their martial arts. She’s not the best teacher, that’s for sure, but she doesn’t mind helping someone practice some fundamentals. And, by practice, she means beating them until they understand what they’re doing wrong. This guy doesn’t know how to dodge a hook, so she just keeps throwing hooks at him until he gets the picture. She’s explained it so many times already, duck it or back away. Yet, this man keeps trying to take it, and each time, he finds himself rocked. It’s a bit sad really. It just looks like Elyss is bullying the guy, but he’s not losing his enthusiasm. The redhead has to give him credit. That’s not going to stop her from hitting over and over.

Eh? Who’s the one calling her out? Sounds familiar. With a turn of her head, she sees a familiar lock of red hair and mangy form. Oh, it’s Alastor. What does he want? The Captain? Work? He has papers in his hand. Must be some kind of work for her. Tch… The guy on the ground was just starting to show a bit of promise too. Ah. Whatever. She dismisses him, and the guy just goes off to nurse his bruises. He’s probably going to be sore tomorrow.

“What’s the Captain got for me?” She’d ask, rubbing her wrists and flexing her fingers while walking towards him.

“People have a problem with me? They should just come talk to me instead of filing complaints. I’m approachable.”

As if knowing the irony about her own words, she smirks. However, it’s gone the next second, her expression slightly more serious as she’d reach and take the papers from him. A quick look over and her eyes are closed, a sigh slipping from between her lips. Most of these are literally just complaints that she’s too mean or how painful it is to train with her. Well, there are also a few about how she broke some of the training dummies. What do these people expect her to do? They should just get better training equipment that doesn’t break so easily.

“Am I mean, Alastor?” That question came out of nowhere, but it’s probably obvious why she’s asking. She’d look up at the guy, with a brow up. She’s curious how he’ll respond, whether it’ll be truthful or a bit spiced up to keep her from getting pissy, as if she would though.

“You think I’m hot?”

Out of all things to take out of that, that’s what she decides to focus on? To be fair, she already knows she’s a bit of an asshole. She doesn’t need someone telling her any of this because it’s blatant to everyone, even herself. She just wanted to see if someone would actually tell her the truth to her face instead of just turning in worthless papers.

“Eh, whatever. I don’t try to be feminine or anyone worth approaching. If ya need me, ya need me. People wanting idle chit chat? I’m not good at that. I’d rather just be on my own instead of feeling nervous about something stupid.”

But, she sighs and shakes her head a bit. Guess she should try humoring people more. It’d be no good to only let certain people bother her with meager things. Everyone will think she’s showing favoritism or something. If she’s nice to Himiko, why is she mean to the other girls that act like the Vixen? It’s contradicting, yeah? It’s a lot of annoying crap to think about, and Alastor being here doesn’t help her focus on anything that’d seem like a solution.

“Is that all ya got or is there something else Capt. wants with me?”

“Huh? What? Why? What makes you think I’m not busy after work? Ya think I ain’t got no date or something, brothah?”

First he insults her to her face, and then he invites her out to get drunk or something. She’s not shy! She just doesn’t care about social interaction because she’s no good at it and it’s nerve wracking and everyone has too much personality and talks too much… Alright, maybe she is shy, but that’s whatever. He’s still pulling her away from her calm afternoon just because he’s thirsty or whatever. She’s no chicken!

“Whatever… I’ll be around… Bye!”

And she’s gone, tossing the papers into a nearby trash can as she went. She’s angry, but that’s just her natural state of being. The next time Alastor would see her, she’s dressed in a normal outfit: just a red shirt with black slacks on. Her eyes closed while she’s leaning against a wall near the outskirts or the Seventh Division, one would think she’s asleep. She is.