The rising wind swept over the coastline, gulls calling in the distance. The bow rose then fell, waves rolling and rocking the small rowboat as the two idled in the wake of the bay for a moment. She looses one last arrow and cants her head to the side, stowing the bow as she gave a pouting expression. The man, standing behind her, peered through his spyglass as the corner of his mouth gave a tug to the side, flashing some bottom teeth.
"..." He peers for a bit longer at the coastline before sighing and collapsing his spyglass, giving a shake of his head.
"...What?" She half-turned her head.
"Ye missed." The Roegadyn man stated, his tone hinting at doubt.
"Yeah, I know. What of it?" The female hyur said passively.
The Roegadyn male rubbed his brow between his thumb and forefinger, sighing, "Ye know, call me crazy but, I have a mind ta think ye were gonna turn this into one of your little games o' cat an' mouse."
The hyur chuckles a bit to herself, raising her shoulders, "I'm afraid if that were true, this is the most ironic game ever played."
The Roegadyn replied with a gruff snort, "We ain't gettin' paid ta chase stray tail til tha bloomin' fifth bell."
"That is if we're getting paid at all." The hyur rests her head on her elbow, planted on her lap. She blows a greasy blonde curl out of her face, most of her hair wrapped up in a bandana and tied in the back, "This ain't no different than the last twenty or so we've been sent to clean up."
The Roegadyn runs a hand across his face, "And ta think all of them, each damn one we spent a bloody week or more trackin' because of yer sadistic habit o' playing with your food."
The woman laughed, "You make me sound like some sort of sea witch."
"Sometimes I wonder if ye might be." The man rolled his eyes as he grabbed for the oars of the rowboat.
The woman looked out across the coastline as the Roegadyn began rowing them back to the distant harbors of Limsa, "It's been a while since..." she halfway spoke to herself, "Hmm?" The man replied. "Nothing." she shook her head and continued to scan the coastline. The Roegadyn man raises an eyebrow but keeps rowing for the docks on the horizon.
"...It's a bit of a concern though, don't you think?" she said after a while. "What is?" he asked. "They're getting careless."
"Did ye come up with tha' on yer own just now, V? O' course it's concernin'. God's we're slaughterin' good men an' women. One's we could use..."
"That just makes it all the more fun! It's almost half a challenge at times, hee hee." The woman laughed at the thought. "...Ye ain' helpin' yer cause, ye damn harpy." The Roegadyn maintained an unimpressed expression for the woman, still rowing.
The woman stretches her arms, lacing her fingers together and bending them backwards as she sighed, before leaning back to look at the Roegadyn man upside down, "Don't take me for a fool. I know what we're doing is no good for the greater cause. Gods know I hate that -she- had to be the one to stick her nose where she aught not have." The man looks down at her and smirks, "Are you tryin' ta suggest there might be a heart at tha' icy center o' yers?" The Roegadyn teased back. "Aww, come now Ronny. How else do you define me from a common monster, if I don't hold -some- empathy?" V taunted.
"Oi!" Ronny rocked the boat, causing V to fall further back and get stuck on her head, "How many times do I gots ta tell ye? It's Ronnemyst. Ronne-myst. Get it righ'." he emphasized on 'myst'. V flailed about a bit, Ronnemyst leaning to one side to avoid a rogue kick in the jaw, before she recovered and sat back up, "Hey!" her bandana had undone and frazzled her hair, greasy blonde curls everywhere, "Fine, -Ronnemyst-." she said his name with an arrogant tone, and an even more displeasing expression.
V looked out towards the approaching docks of Limsa, "You think the boss'll ask us to stay up all night looking for her?" "...Wut does yer conscious incline ye ta think?" The Roegadyn raised an eyebrow as he rowed the boat under a shadowy dock and into a quiet station. In fact, it was the same stretch of docks with the shack Nyagi had been nearly cornered in. V gives a shrug and pulls up some rope as they ease to the dock, fastening the boat.
Ronnemyst set away the oars and took a long step out of the boat. He had the typical wear of a sailor, white shirt, large belt buck around his waist holding up easy wearing pants, he had a cutlass on his hip. With an enterlaced hilt of silver and gold hues, it looked strikingly more intricate than the rest of his outfit. His jackboots came up to his knees and he tightened a loose fasten on it's side, before adjusting the fingerless gloves he wore. He had a red bandana, nothing special, but covered the tight greying brown curls of his hair. His had a broad typical stature of a Roegadyn his age, perhaps a bit taller. His face, a sea green tint, bore a few scrapes and cuts, he fancied a short beard, tight to his wide jawline. He stretched as he stood on those shadowy docks, winding one arm and then the next before turning to offer a hand up to V.
She raised an eyebrow as she took his hand and Ronnemyst effortlessly pulls her out of the boat and onto the damp wooden dock. V stood about as tall as the middle of Ronnemyst's chest, shorter than the average Hyur but not too short. Her yellow blonde-curled hair was affixed back underneath her green bandana she wore, with the tail of her hair poking curls out the back, it all was held together in a knot in the back. She always had a curl or two that fell down her forehead though, she'd pretend it was a hinderance now and then but it was obviously a style choice of hers. She had fair preportions for her slim body type, her arms were a bit more defined though, the result of being a well trained archer. Of course that also meant calloused hands, and some scarring on her bow arm from not always taking care to wear protection when using her weapon of choice. She was in her typical garb that rising bell. What could be counted for little more than tatters, the cloth she had wrapped around her midsection was knotted in the back, showing off her wicked tattoo, a tribal design resembling a Leviathan curling around her shoulder. She too wore typical easy-wearing pants, except she had cut off the leggings at the knee and the ends were raveled. Her fair skinned legs were covered by knee-high boots, and she had a dagger slipped into the right boot's handmade sheath.
As the two were situating their gear, the sound of someone walking slowly down the docks was heard. Ronnemyst looks as the hyur man approached them. The man was of average height, his boots 'tap-tapped' as he approached, hands behind his back and looking rather non-chalant as he walked. "So..." the man said as he took a step toward the edge of the dock and looked in the rowboat, "I see you two have returned empty handed."
Ronnemyst shrugged his broad shoulders, "Well, if it weren't fer certain people bein' sadists, we'd have sommin." He kicked V in the back of her boot, as she had crouched and was facing away, tying up a bag of their stuff. She stumbles a bit and turns around, "Don't worry. I got it all figured out." she spoke confidently, standing and giving Ronne and the other man a smirk and nod.
The man nodded a few times before walking back down the quiet pier. As he left, he cooly said with a dismissive wave, "Well, if it's all the same... try to not take so long with this one."
Ronne and V watch as the man walked off in the same slow fashion, "...V, fer once, would ye try not gettin' m'ass on tha choppin' block an' just do a job righ' an' timely? I feel like tha' was the quiet affore tha storm, if ye catch m'meanin'." Ronnemyst sounded somewhat winded as he spoke. "Hmm?" V was busying herself with a greasy bang. Intentional as it was, Ronne sighs, shaking his head. He knew she was spot on task, but her method of action was still disconcerting for him.
The two hoist a bag of gear and supplies, Ronne obviously made to carry the heavier stuff, and the also head down the pier and soon back into the bustling streets of Limsa's afternoon rush. It was mid-bell and the streets were packed with merchants and adventurers alike, each headed toward some endeavor or the next. Ronne wade through the crowds as V followed closely behind. The two purchased some provisions and V swiped herself a fancy snack as she passed one of the exotic foodstalls lined down a market street. Before long the last bell of the day was setting as they left the city and to La Noscea's countryside, back up north.
"Well, V? Are you gonna jus' track her like ya's were on a hunt or sommat?" Ronne hoisted his bag of luggage up higher on his shoulder. "Mmm... nah." She replied. They walked along the trail more and Ronne asked, "So... ye ain't gonna even give me a little hint as ta what yer thinkin'?"
"Nope." V kept walking along, gazing at the scenery on the trail. Ronne grumbled to himself a bit, but again, he knew she had things figured out. He'd worked with her all those other twenty or so times and had come to expect her plan did involve him in some manner, but each time he played the idot in her plans and was generally oblivious until the target was eliminated. He preferred to know what was going on and so he still made the effort to ask what might be awaiting them when they got to... wherever it was they were headed, or doing, or-- "No." he shoke his head as he spoke to himself. It would only madden him to try and guess what was going on in V's head.
"Hmm?" V said, making a tonal connotation that resembled Ronne's own cant earlier on the rowboat. "..." Ronne looks at V and then looks ahead with a smirk, "...Nevermind." he grinned. V looked at Ronne for a moment, eyes studying his expression, and then shook the bang from her forehead and stared back down the trailhead.
"..." He peers for a bit longer at the coastline before sighing and collapsing his spyglass, giving a shake of his head.
"...What?" She half-turned her head.
"Ye missed." The Roegadyn man stated, his tone hinting at doubt.
"Yeah, I know. What of it?" The female hyur said passively.
The Roegadyn male rubbed his brow between his thumb and forefinger, sighing, "Ye know, call me crazy but, I have a mind ta think ye were gonna turn this into one of your little games o' cat an' mouse."
The hyur chuckles a bit to herself, raising her shoulders, "I'm afraid if that were true, this is the most ironic game ever played."
The Roegadyn replied with a gruff snort, "We ain't gettin' paid ta chase stray tail til tha bloomin' fifth bell."
"That is if we're getting paid at all." The hyur rests her head on her elbow, planted on her lap. She blows a greasy blonde curl out of her face, most of her hair wrapped up in a bandana and tied in the back, "This ain't no different than the last twenty or so we've been sent to clean up."
The Roegadyn runs a hand across his face, "And ta think all of them, each damn one we spent a bloody week or more trackin' because of yer sadistic habit o' playing with your food."
The woman laughed, "You make me sound like some sort of sea witch."
"Sometimes I wonder if ye might be." The man rolled his eyes as he grabbed for the oars of the rowboat.
The woman looked out across the coastline as the Roegadyn began rowing them back to the distant harbors of Limsa, "It's been a while since..." she halfway spoke to herself, "Hmm?" The man replied. "Nothing." she shook her head and continued to scan the coastline. The Roegadyn man raises an eyebrow but keeps rowing for the docks on the horizon.
"...It's a bit of a concern though, don't you think?" she said after a while. "What is?" he asked. "They're getting careless."
"Did ye come up with tha' on yer own just now, V? O' course it's concernin'. God's we're slaughterin' good men an' women. One's we could use..."
"That just makes it all the more fun! It's almost half a challenge at times, hee hee." The woman laughed at the thought. "...Ye ain' helpin' yer cause, ye damn harpy." The Roegadyn maintained an unimpressed expression for the woman, still rowing.
The woman stretches her arms, lacing her fingers together and bending them backwards as she sighed, before leaning back to look at the Roegadyn man upside down, "Don't take me for a fool. I know what we're doing is no good for the greater cause. Gods know I hate that -she- had to be the one to stick her nose where she aught not have." The man looks down at her and smirks, "Are you tryin' ta suggest there might be a heart at tha' icy center o' yers?" The Roegadyn teased back. "Aww, come now Ronny. How else do you define me from a common monster, if I don't hold -some- empathy?" V taunted.
"Oi!" Ronny rocked the boat, causing V to fall further back and get stuck on her head, "How many times do I gots ta tell ye? It's Ronnemyst. Ronne-myst. Get it righ'." he emphasized on 'myst'. V flailed about a bit, Ronnemyst leaning to one side to avoid a rogue kick in the jaw, before she recovered and sat back up, "Hey!" her bandana had undone and frazzled her hair, greasy blonde curls everywhere, "Fine, -Ronnemyst-." she said his name with an arrogant tone, and an even more displeasing expression.
V looked out towards the approaching docks of Limsa, "You think the boss'll ask us to stay up all night looking for her?" "...Wut does yer conscious incline ye ta think?" The Roegadyn raised an eyebrow as he rowed the boat under a shadowy dock and into a quiet station. In fact, it was the same stretch of docks with the shack Nyagi had been nearly cornered in. V gives a shrug and pulls up some rope as they ease to the dock, fastening the boat.
Ronnemyst set away the oars and took a long step out of the boat. He had the typical wear of a sailor, white shirt, large belt buck around his waist holding up easy wearing pants, he had a cutlass on his hip. With an enterlaced hilt of silver and gold hues, it looked strikingly more intricate than the rest of his outfit. His jackboots came up to his knees and he tightened a loose fasten on it's side, before adjusting the fingerless gloves he wore. He had a red bandana, nothing special, but covered the tight greying brown curls of his hair. His had a broad typical stature of a Roegadyn his age, perhaps a bit taller. His face, a sea green tint, bore a few scrapes and cuts, he fancied a short beard, tight to his wide jawline. He stretched as he stood on those shadowy docks, winding one arm and then the next before turning to offer a hand up to V.
She raised an eyebrow as she took his hand and Ronnemyst effortlessly pulls her out of the boat and onto the damp wooden dock. V stood about as tall as the middle of Ronnemyst's chest, shorter than the average Hyur but not too short. Her yellow blonde-curled hair was affixed back underneath her green bandana she wore, with the tail of her hair poking curls out the back, it all was held together in a knot in the back. She always had a curl or two that fell down her forehead though, she'd pretend it was a hinderance now and then but it was obviously a style choice of hers. She had fair preportions for her slim body type, her arms were a bit more defined though, the result of being a well trained archer. Of course that also meant calloused hands, and some scarring on her bow arm from not always taking care to wear protection when using her weapon of choice. She was in her typical garb that rising bell. What could be counted for little more than tatters, the cloth she had wrapped around her midsection was knotted in the back, showing off her wicked tattoo, a tribal design resembling a Leviathan curling around her shoulder. She too wore typical easy-wearing pants, except she had cut off the leggings at the knee and the ends were raveled. Her fair skinned legs were covered by knee-high boots, and she had a dagger slipped into the right boot's handmade sheath.
As the two were situating their gear, the sound of someone walking slowly down the docks was heard. Ronnemyst looks as the hyur man approached them. The man was of average height, his boots 'tap-tapped' as he approached, hands behind his back and looking rather non-chalant as he walked. "So..." the man said as he took a step toward the edge of the dock and looked in the rowboat, "I see you two have returned empty handed."
Ronnemyst shrugged his broad shoulders, "Well, if it weren't fer certain people bein' sadists, we'd have sommin." He kicked V in the back of her boot, as she had crouched and was facing away, tying up a bag of their stuff. She stumbles a bit and turns around, "Don't worry. I got it all figured out." she spoke confidently, standing and giving Ronne and the other man a smirk and nod.
The man nodded a few times before walking back down the quiet pier. As he left, he cooly said with a dismissive wave, "Well, if it's all the same... try to not take so long with this one."
Ronne and V watch as the man walked off in the same slow fashion, "...V, fer once, would ye try not gettin' m'ass on tha choppin' block an' just do a job righ' an' timely? I feel like tha' was the quiet affore tha storm, if ye catch m'meanin'." Ronnemyst sounded somewhat winded as he spoke. "Hmm?" V was busying herself with a greasy bang. Intentional as it was, Ronne sighs, shaking his head. He knew she was spot on task, but her method of action was still disconcerting for him.
The two hoist a bag of gear and supplies, Ronne obviously made to carry the heavier stuff, and the also head down the pier and soon back into the bustling streets of Limsa's afternoon rush. It was mid-bell and the streets were packed with merchants and adventurers alike, each headed toward some endeavor or the next. Ronne wade through the crowds as V followed closely behind. The two purchased some provisions and V swiped herself a fancy snack as she passed one of the exotic foodstalls lined down a market street. Before long the last bell of the day was setting as they left the city and to La Noscea's countryside, back up north.
"Well, V? Are you gonna jus' track her like ya's were on a hunt or sommat?" Ronne hoisted his bag of luggage up higher on his shoulder. "Mmm... nah." She replied. They walked along the trail more and Ronne asked, "So... ye ain't gonna even give me a little hint as ta what yer thinkin'?"
"Nope." V kept walking along, gazing at the scenery on the trail. Ronne grumbled to himself a bit, but again, he knew she had things figured out. He'd worked with her all those other twenty or so times and had come to expect her plan did involve him in some manner, but each time he played the idot in her plans and was generally oblivious until the target was eliminated. He preferred to know what was going on and so he still made the effort to ask what might be awaiting them when they got to... wherever it was they were headed, or doing, or-- "No." he shoke his head as he spoke to himself. It would only madden him to try and guess what was going on in V's head.
"Hmm?" V said, making a tonal connotation that resembled Ronne's own cant earlier on the rowboat. "..." Ronne looks at V and then looks ahead with a smirk, "...Nevermind." he grinned. V looked at Ronne for a moment, eyes studying his expression, and then shook the bang from her forehead and stared back down the trailhead.
