Melodia

Edmond toasted his glass back to her and smirked. His eyes were narroed as if he were remembering something important from a long time ago. "Attention my dear, is exactly what I am looking for. Now....it's high time I stepped out. I've plans to make and lives to disrupt. It's just a matter of the order in which those are done that really matters." Stepping up he bowed slightly with a friendly smile and as he exited the Missing Member, two others, an older man and a young woman who'd been at separate tables seemingly minding their own business rose and followed him out in tow.

The woman fell dead at his feet. She hadn't even known he was in her home, and the blade had hit hard. As she bled out before him, Ruru stepped back and sheathed the sword taking in a deep breath and letting out an audible sigh of exhaustion. He hadn't slept in some suns and he'd neglected his hygiene. Making his way through the home he looked through the belongings of the woman before finding what he'd been hired to collect. It was a set of rings, nothing particularly fancy or special. He put them in his pocket and was preparing to go. Did ye make sure ye weren't seen? She wasn't teasing. She mentoring. "Aye. I was quiet and she was alone." He whispered as he paused in his walk out. An' now go give yer blessin' to the Handers little Flit. Make sure ye shine yer knees and pucker up while ye do." That was a scold and he froze. "I'm kissing no one's ass." He said but didn't sound confident. Are ye sure? Takin' on Handers contracts an' droppin' this lady fer a couple o' trinkets. An' here I thought you were a stand up guy." Her arms were crossed with a smirk on her face. "You know why I'm doing this. I need to keep you safe. Keep your cover in tact." He was walking again, and at each turn there she was. Zhi with the scowl, the hard look like he'd insulted her. As he exited the building and hit the grasslands, he could hear behind him. Oh! So yer savin' me Flit? Yer keepin' me safe from the big bad world I thrive in? Killin' folks for worthless rings an' savin' me all at the same time.Yer my hero, Flittermouse." The sarcasm dripped from every word and he scowled. "I'm helping you..." His words were muttered as he passed a group of travelers and he appeared to be a bit strange, speaking to himself as he walked to return the rings to his employer and collect his money.

Lesson learned. Tried again to reschedule and got the date and time! Only was holding the old blank invites prior and thus didn't get the new ones. So I have no idea if we can even do it or invite anyone since no new blanks came. This system is painful....

+1 to the rep, friend. Great guide.

As a close to this thread, I want to say thank you for those who posted and those read and didn't post as well. I appreciate the time it takes to look at these threads and posts. I will take a valuable lesson I learned in the Open RP LS: *Hugs and cake for everyone*

One the absolutely most beautiful characters in the server.

Thank you. I appreciate all of the comments and hugs. And I don't feel like a bad person per se....but I know I've made enough mistakes to own up to them. Again, thank you.

None shall take my crown! *Crafts a crown with a foot in mouth* *Hasty touch fails* *Crown breaks*

*hugs back* Thank you.

*I intend for this to be the interlude between the events of Skin in the Game thread and the multiple threads of Ruru with Zhavi before. This will cover the time gap between those. Please feel free to comment OOCly. It had been more suns than he could count and she had still not made contact. Not a word. Not a whisper. He patrolled the docks per usual, hiding his alarm at the sudden absence under a stern face, keeping up his appearance with the Heavy Handers. He was worried. No one had been in touch and Ruru was feeling suddenly alone in this undercover role in a world he was still learning. As he closed the end of his shift, one of the senior members, a sellsword by the name of Artis called him over. The big Roe grinned as Ruru approached. "Hey Flit....another day in the books, ey?" He was friendly and smiling. Ruru nodded, his eyes looking up to familiar face. "Aye...another day." Artis looked to him and frowned slightly before he beamed happily. "'Ey the the couple of us're headed to get some drinks....new place down the way called the Rum 'n Rumble. You wanna join us?" Ruru shook his head with a sad smile. "No, you all head on without me. I'm meeting someone in a bit." Artis nodded and patted him on the head gently. "Buck up little man. I hear the captain's been tossin' yer name about for a bit more serious work. That's a good thing." Ruru looked on with a bit of surprise and then smiled. "Aye...that's a good thing." He was never getting out of this. He was beginning to feel it as each day burned and he was alone. No yer not. There she was. It was time to go. "Enjoy the drinks, Artis. And I'll see you tomorrow, same time." Artis gave him a mock salute as Ruru turned and headed home, trudging past the same faces he'd seen day in and day out, new ones cropping up from time to time. The voice was still buzzing in his head and as he entered his apartment and took off his armor, getting comfortable, taking the half empty bottle of whiskey from the table he leaned back in his chair and stared across the room. There she was. Standing as clear as day in his room, the grouchy unkempt Miqo'te as he last remembered her. He spoke before taking a heavy drink of whiskey from the bottle. "Hello Kink." "Flit....why're ye drinkin' that swill? Couldn't afford anything better?" She was mocking him, teasing as she always did. "Well, this is what I can afford. Not like you care anyway." He took another long drink. "Awww poor Flit, yer breakin' my heart." Her tone was mocking again and she snickered as he drank. "You going to sit?" She never did. She was not the sitting type. Another drink, he had sunk into the chair was lounging lazily, watching his partner... "Partner? Hells Flit ye couldn't find yer arse from that mug o' yers. How could you call yerself my partner?" She paced around the room coming close to him and she gave a mock frown. "And again, just a 'partner'? Yer breakin' my heart Flittermouse." She'd made the gesture of holding her hand to her chest, a wounded look crossing her face before she snickered again. He felt his eye twitch and he took a long drink before muttering quietly. "Be quiet....you're not even real." She laughed and he sat, to an outsider if they could see, alone in the apartment, nursing his whiskey and wondering how long this would continue.

Ruru: Tragic darkness Melodia: Conflicted obsession

Hi everyone. I've been playing this for just over a year now and enjoy the game, but in the course of playing the game I have also met and interacted with so many of you in one way or the other. And in this holiday season and due to a lot of rl things causing me to re-evaluate things, I want to offer a humble and sincere apology (and I won't name names and I know everyone will say this is not necessary, but it is for me). To those I have forgotten about or failed to talk to regularly. To my old friends who slipped away because of my failure to handle myself properly. To the FCs I have left and promised I would be in touch and haven't been. To my RP friends who I have stood up or have failed to even show up at times. To the folks I befriended only to let rl issues spoil a good friendship. And to those I've upset because of my own immaturity and speaking without thinking.... I am truly sorry to everyone I have upset or wronged over the year and trust me...there's more than a few. I still love you all....you're all like a family to me and even though we don't talk or interact, or do so minimally, I still care about you. And I hope for those in the list here, I hope you can forgive the mistakes of a guy with a lot on his plate in rl. *hugs*

Edmond chuckled again, as if remembering an old joke as he tilted his glass to the Roe. "You're asking for a job. You should just ask, dear. The worst I can say is no." He paused and looked her over and nodded. "I can always use a good set of eyes and axe in my employ. I may ask you to be on call if I need you. And of course I'd pay for your time." He pulled out a stack of coin and slid it to her almost non-chalantly. "Take it....it's yours. I'll be in touch when I need you."

New people! Means more cake and more hugs! :thumbsup:

Edmond laughed aloud and nodded before clapping a hand on the Roe's shoulder. "Quite right, and thank you for letting me know." He took a final drink of his wine sliding it away slowly toward the barkeep with a gesture asking for another. He looked to the woman and smiled thoughtfully. "But you know....it's window dressing. All of it. The Guild, the pirates and the Jackets, even the damned Maelstrom. These are all just window dressing to give the people of Limsa a sense of order." He tapped the bar with his index finger. "Even if that sense of order is based around crime and an ominpresent sense of danger." He sighed and as his refilled wine glass reappeared courtesy of the barkeep, he drank and then looked at the Roe again. "No, the real power hides in plain sight and yet works behind the scenes, tying together critical relationships, eliminating potential threats and strengthening their base. Meanwhile they smile and wave to the citizens who often will pass right by them because they don't look the part. Because those folks don't appear as the citizens have been conditioned to expect them to appear." Another drink, though he scowled a bit. "But pardon me...I'm rambling now."

*pops her head in meekly and smiles* Uhm...I can craft stuff..I'm no superstar but always willing to help if I can. And I can tank for you if you need a fast queue. If I had a wish? I need lots of that crafting materia...I am pretty poor and those higher tier materia are elusive keeping me from getting the needed stats to even dream of crafting an item for one of those tools above 50. :blush:

Ruru walked away from the Wench, cursing under his breath and punded his fist into his palm. He let Grace's man get to him, get under his skin. That wasn't a wise move on his own part and Ruru swore aloud. Ye had to go an' piss him off Flittermouse?" Her voice in his head again. "He was being an ass. And I was just trying to help you, so thanks would be nice." He mumbled to himself as he walked back to a more secluded area of the city, and far way from the Wench. But yer makin' the wrong enemies. Losin' yer cool over th' small shit an' losin' focus on what matters. Knock it off. He nodded, a smirk on his face at the scolding. "Aye. You're right." He looked around and saw no one around. He'd had conversations like this a lot over the moons she was gone and he'd grown fond of the voice in his head. Her voice. His mentor and friend. He continued, waiting for her to find him.

Melodia is a broke cop. LOL. And Ruru is a poor hitman. :thumbsup:

I am a i110 warrior and need...lol...I need it all. T6 onward. All EX Primals. :blush: *Edit: Lets try this the right way: Are you looking to clear, or help (either is fine):Clear What time/day is good for you: 4 pm until 10 pm What time zone are you in: East coast What role do you wish to take on: Tank What is your ilevel in the role you want to go as: ilv 110

How is it POSSIBLE that in this pic, you look so much like your character? @_@

Hi, yesterday I had a little tense moment with some folks in the LS....I privately apologized for the misunderstanding and my behavior and feel it's best to offer a public apology as well because I broke the first rule of the LS and was not excellent to everyone. It really was a misunderstanding on my part and to the two, I apologize again. And to the LS, I am sorry for that behavior as well. I won't let it happen again. *Note: edited as I shouldn't have named people specificlally. *Hugs everyone*

Yesh please! And no need for anonymity. Mel's friends are few and far between so any new ones would be awesome.

He folded his hand gracefully, looked at the Roe and nodded acknowledgment at her display. "You are indeed an impressive specimen, and I'm certain you have no problems getting what you want." He chuckled. "Tell me...do you have any idea how hard it is for a man in my position to make any headway?" He shook his head with a playfully happy laugh. Taking his glass up and sipping it, he set it down again and smirked. "Tell me, my dear....do you know who holds power here in this city? And I don't mean the buffoon who claims to be an admiral. I mean the real power brokers in this town. The ones in the shadows who make this city what it is. That's who I need to meet....the real hill, if you will."

Follow up question.... Say you have friends who've been quiet for a while. Where's the line between between being a pest (i.e. sending a hello or something) and just letting go? When is that line crossed? I ask because there's some folks who I say hello to and get nothing back, if I keep pushing until I get a reply I fear being a pest and making things worse. <------------*has been called an annoying pest before*

Me and my SO couldn't get a time. Well...we did....she booked for 6 pm on 12/22. Yay.... Only she lives in Europe and thats noon for me...and I am at work. :cry: so maybe someday.....