*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.
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.