Ruture's massive form slowly lumbered to a stop next to the much smaller Miqo'te, placing a hand on the armored shoulder of the Warrior, which causes Dacero to look up from his own thoughts, a cigar in the corner of his lips. He spoke loudly enough for the other to hear, but quietly enough for it to get drowned out in the background noise of the bar. " Mate.. it's good ta see'ya..'ow is the girl? " Ruture listened to him speak as he ordered his own drink, still trying to decide what to say to a long time friend. Sticking his neck out for some random person. A little girl. " I didn't take you for a charity case, Duskbringer. Taking in some girl. Bad business. " He took his freshly ordered whiskey, and downed most of it as Dacero looked at him for a moment, looking forward once more as the ember at the end of the cigar blazed, matching his own thoughts. " Mate.. it's a little girl. She deserves a proper start.. jus' make sure she's moved.. and get's the gil I send every week.. and I'll make sure yer paid too. " Ruture grunted, planting his now empty glass on the bar. " Aye.. fine. " Dacero watched Ruture go to leave, but stopped him, a hand resting on the large Roe's shoulder. " Mate.. jus' be careful. " Ruture waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder as he walked off, grunting.
Thirty Minutes Later.
He moved silently through one of the many dark alleys of Limsa, contemplating going to the Stars House, but he was getting tired of sleep on an infirmary bed, and with his Inn having been donated to the girl he'd saved, his sleeping areas had been.. less then ideal. He sighed as he walked, hoping Beldrem wasn't hurt again, otherwise he'd hear him and his mate yammering back and forth all night. Then he heard the clink of armored boots behind him, a few people. Two, or three. Brows furrowed as he took a turn, keeping his pace casual. Followed. He let out a long breath, taking another turn, then pressing himself into the indention of a doorway, hiding himself from view as footsteps scrambled as they rounded the corner, surprised by his sudden disappearance, they ran by his location, one of his hands firing out at the last one to run by, a hyur. He yanked him backwards, and quickly snapped his head to the side, a crack heard as he gently set the man down, the other two still running ahead. He took the flintlock pistol from the now dead pirate, muttering to himself. He wasn't good with these, at all. Hand to Hand.. axes.. but not blasted guns. He chased after the two, running as quietly as he could, for being armored, which wasn't at all. Luckily, their own armor blocked out his approach as he waited til they paused at another corner, clearly confused, and tapped on the shoulder of the Roe, whom turned around, eyes widening as Dacero jammed the barrel into his mouth. " 'ello. " He pulled the trigger as crimson and gore exploded outwards, the body slowly falling backwards as he let the pistol go with it. His gaze slowly went to the last pirate, fangs bared at him as he grinned, motioning with a hand. " Party of two now, mate. Les' dance. "
It didn't take much urging from him, the pirates sword swinging at him as he dodged as best as he could. Not exactly the best night to be without his axe. He made a fatal mistake, however, tripping over the corpse of his second kill, long enough for the surviving pirate to run him through with the sword. He coughed out, staggering back somewhat as he stood there, keeping himself from tripping over his kill. He stood there, the pirate having released the blade, taking a few steps back as he laughed at the Warrior.. which slowly went to silence as Dacero raised his gaze to him, grinning as crimson slowly leaked from the corner of his lips. " Nice. " He took a step forward, the pirate immediately taking one step back in unison. " Had it been a greatsword.. ye might have slowed me down. " He took another step forward, his hand gripping the handle of the sword which was impaled within him. " But a sword.. " His voice deepened, reverberating through the alley as he pulled it out more with each additional word. " I. Don't. Even. Feel. It. " The blade was pulled free as a yelp was heard from the pirate, having tripped over himself from backing up. " Yer a demon! " The Warrior grinned his bloody grin as he lunged the sword forward, the blade going through the pirates forehead, and out the back of his head, the body crumpling as he stood there, his breathing deep as he looked around him, then looked down to his stomach, touching the wound with two fingers, and raising it up into the moonlight which peaked into the alley when it could. He grunted as he stepped forward, casually stepping over the body as he walked.
Five minutes later.
He opened the door of the Free Company, slow steps taking him upstairs, crimson had trickled down his form now, bathing his lower body in red, but he'd fashioned a bandage around his lower body, sloppily. He paused as he got upstairs, looking at the infirmary area for a moment, then to the whiskey bottles to his right. He grinned to himself, at least the girl would be safe. He walked over to the bottle racks, and pulled out a single one, and popped the top off as he went over to the table, taking a long drink before setting it down, his eyes closing as he leaned back into the chair, the grip loosening on the bottle his hand fell to the table.
This is no place for a hero.
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Thirty Minutes Later.
He moved silently through one of the many dark alleys of Limsa, contemplating going to the Stars House, but he was getting tired of sleep on an infirmary bed, and with his Inn having been donated to the girl he'd saved, his sleeping areas had been.. less then ideal. He sighed as he walked, hoping Beldrem wasn't hurt again, otherwise he'd hear him and his mate yammering back and forth all night. Then he heard the clink of armored boots behind him, a few people. Two, or three. Brows furrowed as he took a turn, keeping his pace casual. Followed. He let out a long breath, taking another turn, then pressing himself into the indention of a doorway, hiding himself from view as footsteps scrambled as they rounded the corner, surprised by his sudden disappearance, they ran by his location, one of his hands firing out at the last one to run by, a hyur. He yanked him backwards, and quickly snapped his head to the side, a crack heard as he gently set the man down, the other two still running ahead. He took the flintlock pistol from the now dead pirate, muttering to himself. He wasn't good with these, at all. Hand to Hand.. axes.. but not blasted guns. He chased after the two, running as quietly as he could, for being armored, which wasn't at all. Luckily, their own armor blocked out his approach as he waited til they paused at another corner, clearly confused, and tapped on the shoulder of the Roe, whom turned around, eyes widening as Dacero jammed the barrel into his mouth. " 'ello. " He pulled the trigger as crimson and gore exploded outwards, the body slowly falling backwards as he let the pistol go with it. His gaze slowly went to the last pirate, fangs bared at him as he grinned, motioning with a hand. " Party of two now, mate. Les' dance. "
It didn't take much urging from him, the pirates sword swinging at him as he dodged as best as he could. Not exactly the best night to be without his axe. He made a fatal mistake, however, tripping over the corpse of his second kill, long enough for the surviving pirate to run him through with the sword. He coughed out, staggering back somewhat as he stood there, keeping himself from tripping over his kill. He stood there, the pirate having released the blade, taking a few steps back as he laughed at the Warrior.. which slowly went to silence as Dacero raised his gaze to him, grinning as crimson slowly leaked from the corner of his lips. " Nice. " He took a step forward, the pirate immediately taking one step back in unison. " Had it been a greatsword.. ye might have slowed me down. " He took another step forward, his hand gripping the handle of the sword which was impaled within him. " But a sword.. " His voice deepened, reverberating through the alley as he pulled it out more with each additional word. " I. Don't. Even. Feel. It. " The blade was pulled free as a yelp was heard from the pirate, having tripped over himself from backing up. " Yer a demon! " The Warrior grinned his bloody grin as he lunged the sword forward, the blade going through the pirates forehead, and out the back of his head, the body crumpling as he stood there, his breathing deep as he looked around him, then looked down to his stomach, touching the wound with two fingers, and raising it up into the moonlight which peaked into the alley when it could. He grunted as he stepped forward, casually stepping over the body as he walked.
Five minutes later.
He opened the door of the Free Company, slow steps taking him upstairs, crimson had trickled down his form now, bathing his lower body in red, but he'd fashioned a bandage around his lower body, sloppily. He paused as he got upstairs, looking at the infirmary area for a moment, then to the whiskey bottles to his right. He grinned to himself, at least the girl would be safe. He walked over to the bottle racks, and pulled out a single one, and popped the top off as he went over to the table, taking a long drink before setting it down, his eyes closing as he leaned back into the chair, the grip loosening on the bottle his hand fell to the table.
This is no place for a hero.
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