Melodia

He looked in surprise at Kink and shook his head slightly. Going to see a man who didn't like her to much and he was supposedly be charming? He supposed he could do his best. He looked a at the wares and chose quickly. He pointed to one of the colors and it was black. "That will work." He aimed to remake himself. To become a new man and by all means, to be charming.

As he followed her and listened her could see her demeanor change, clearly at peace in the city and he knew she was someone to know for that reason alone. He listened intently to her words and took every one of them in. She was talkative here and this was a woman he could tell didn't waste words. When she ended she asked a question but he had a question of his own. "Kink....you described people who walk the line between these gangs and groups....you're one of them I assume. I only guess because you seem to know an awful lot for just some average citizen or an employee of an escort service." He mulled over question and shook his head. "I'm not even sure what fawning is."

He followed her down the stairs, and laughed quietly at her question because she was right. "Aye....just the nice parts."

He walked with her, looking about the city. He was was looking for trouble and hoping he wasn't walking into some form of an ambush. The dawn hours greeted him and while he ought to have been tired he was far from it. He felt alive for the first time in a while as opposed to the drunk shell he was when he'd bedded the woman from Heaven's Gate, the incident that had gotten him to this point. As he looked about he heard her question and chuckled. "Aye....a few times. Mostly for fishing. But I did see a friend here once." His face betrayed his own desire to remain neutral and a sad expression flashed across his face but only for the briefest second thinking of Suri and Liana and he prayed she hadn't seen it. "Just once for that. And then the night I....opted to utilize the services of Heaven's Gate." He whispered the last and continued walking.

The woman was dangerous. He knew it. Could tell it by the way she handled herself. He saw the scabs, the scars, her tone, her air screamed danger. He was so used to the nobility of the Sultansworn and the order of the guilds (both the gladiators and the archers) that this was all foreign to him. His brain told him to jump out of the cart....to leave this woman behind and run back to Ul'dah, back to Kage on his knees begging for forgiveness. His heart felt different and it told his brain to shut up and stay put. When they'd arrived and she waved him down, he did as he was told and listened to her rapid instructions, eager to not forget one detail. He would color his hair and wear the bandana....his name was no longer his....and then he realized one detail that could derail things. He reached up and rubbed his eyepatch slightly. "Aye....and what about this? Won't this give me away? And I need it..." He looked embarassed and blushed a bit having had to say the words. Had he become so latched to the piece of leather covering his scarred left eye?

As he heard Kink say the words he softly grinned under the cowl, sure she saw him, as she seemed to be a bit more aware of her surroundings than some might not give her credit for. But he knew better. And he didn't care if she saw. Those words rang through him with power, "Yer gonna need a new name." He had been leaving Ul'dah to find himself anew. To rediscover who he was as a person and to leave behind the drunken, sad man he'd become in his home city. A new name....that was a damn good start. "Aye.....looking forward to it Kink." And he genuinely meant it.

That's it! You all too cute! *makes a Miqo'te alt to join family.*

Thank you Kage!

One ticket please.

Thank you. But my work computer hates that link with the burning passion of a 1000 suns. :frustrated:

He looked about, taking in the scene and seeing the sun starting to rise he sighed and threw his gear up into the cart and stepped up onto it. He kept the cowl over his his head and looked down, yet keeping an eye on Kink, wondering where she was- "Where are we going?" He asked, no longer willing to let idle thoughts remain so. "And what is the plan when we arrive?"

He nodded as he passed her quietly. "Aye...I'm good. I'll follow your lead." He paused and turned to her. "Wanted to say...well, thank you. I know you're just doing your job.....but thank you." He turned and continued toward the front of the inn.

He looked at her and grimaced a bit. He took the sword and wrapped it in his bag. She was right...he didn't need to draw unnecessary attention to himself. Nor to Grace. And not to this woman, Kink. He realized he needed his cowl and threw it on drawing the hood over his head to conceal his face and nodded. "Aye. I'm ready."

He thanked her for the lamp, expressing it quietly as he continued to gather his gear. He looked around the room an densured nothing was left behind. He mostly wanted to ensure he hadn't forgotten his bow or his sword in the rush. He knew that he was in a dangerous place in La Noscea and decided it would be smart to have at least one contact, one friendly face. The thought of Suri came to him and he shook his a bit to clear it. Now was not the time to sulk about her. As he sheathed the sword on the bed he looked at Kink and nodded politely. "The name's Rurutani....most call me Ruru or Ru."

He had caught her grin and the nature of it reminded him of faces he'd missed in Natalie and Liana. This one, Kink....another Miqo'te full of life and dangerous in her own way. The three Miqo'te women were so different and yet so similar....demanding respect and living life on their own terms. He smiled to himself and when he heard her words, he was only confused for a moment, understanding her meaning. He began to pack his gear quietly, keeping his eye on her as he did so, still unsure of this one.

"The was only one. A big man on a chocobo, geared for a fight. Told me to steer clear of La Noscea and Heaven's Gate if I knew what was good for me. He told me that and rode into Ul'dah. He never gave a name, and his hat hid his face. But I'd know him again if I saw him." He chuckled a bit, though his demeanor was still a serious one. "You can tell by my presence that I didn't much give a damn about what he had to say."

He knew what she meant and shook his head. "I'm not running. Not from some thugs who decided to threaten me." He pointed at his eyepatch. "You see that? The one who did that... she didn't issue a threat. When my brother cut me and tried to kill me....he didn't issue a threat. Those people are dangerous people. I've found in my life...." He sighed and shook his head, continuing, "....the one's issuing threats are the ones not in a position to do so." He considered her question and nodded slightly. "Aye....at least verbally agreed to. Still have to write paperwork."

"Kink" It was clearly a nickname because he'd never met a Miqo'te with a moniker like that before in his days. He didn't like twilight the room was in but figured if this woman had truly wanted him dead, she'd have done it while he slept rather than risk a scuffle by waking him. He relaxed a bit and when she asked, he shook his head. "Of course I don't want to be found. But if they want to find me, let them. I'm not afraid of them and I'm certainly not afraid of this Tabart either."

He stared hard at the woman and when she said the words "Thatcher....or Lady Grace..." he relaxed a bit. He slightly lowered the blade and stood to get a better look at her and allowing himself to be a better defensive posture should she turn on him. When she mentioned Tabart he glared hard and grimaced in slight anger. He nodded downward from where she was at. "Come down here and we can talk." He still didn't trust her. He didn't know her....she could easily be working for Tabart and so while he lowered his guard a bit, he remained alert. "I'm going to lower the sword....so we can talk. Just know this....should you try anything....it'll be the last move you ever make." He lay the sword next to him on the bed and waited for her to come down as he stood against the wall.

The dream was simple....he was walking along the path between Ul'dah and Horizon. The air and sun were peaceful and he was a child again with both eyes and his family. It was a dream he'd longed to have for so long and he was happy to see the image. The footsteps were soft as he plodded along, rap rap rap. The image distorted a bit and yet he continued walking his footsteps making the familiar rap rap rap sound as if against wood and he heard the voice mewling from a distance "Hey Ruru-whatever-yer-name-is" ---- He snapped awake, grabbing for his sword that lay under his pillow and gasped looking around the room seeing no one for a moment and then up he saw her, the female Miqo'te, gray skinned and a shocking turn in appearance than the ladies he was used to seeing in Ul'dah. She looked like a common thief and he held the sword up pointing at her, trying to get himself under control. "Stay back or I'll run you through woman. Who are you and why are you in my room?" He hissed trying not to draw attention from outside and shakily holding the sword up while trying to wake himself up fully.

Ruru eats. Anything. That is all.

Hello! Welcome! *bows courteously* Glad to have you on Balmung.

Free Paladin is a title and a set of skills, Sultansworn is that, plus a paycheck and a 401K. That Elevator isn't going to guard itself. "Stuff" I literally spit coke out of my mouth when I saw that. *wipes work computer up praying it's okay*

Warren get on the LS and be the new Erik....or be Warren....or....uhmm.....you know what I mean! :lol:

I don't think it's a bad idea at all. I mean there a lot of random Paladins running about and while I was one, I'm not really in Ul'dah ICly much anymore. But I know some folks who might really jump at the idea. :thumbsup: