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Melodia · **07-02-2015, 07:42 AM**

The top was restrictive and she hated it. Melodia had gotten so used to looser and less clothing, so the Yellowjacket uniform made her claustrophobic in a way. At least the sea breeze coming over the Limsan decks cooled her off. She was on patrol for the first time in nearly a year and her instincts were still rusty, and she found herself getting turned around in the city she loved more often than not. She was near Blacksmith's Guild and she grumbled to herself, "Already been this way, stupid. Get back on track."

She fought simple temptations as she walked. The woman wearing far less than she ought to have been near the markets. The drinks at the Drowning Wench. The docks.

It was hard to put the past away sometimes. She gave a soft smile as she imagined a different world, where she'd been able to put the cuffs on her most wanted Miqo'te, Kink...Zhi....whatever her real name was. That felt like a lifetime ago and one she wanted to put away. Her self aggrandized pursuit of the redheaded woman Grace....none of that made any sense anymore. She was more like them now anyway so those old battles didn't matter to her anymore.

What she wanted was to make sense of world in her new mindset. And she grinned. Why not go to the Wench? She turned on her bootheels and strode over the open area of the Aftcastle and down the steps, to the Drowning Wench. As she arrived she moved to the bar, took a seat and slapped the counter lightly. Looking at Baderon, she grinned. "An ale, good man."

Melodia · **07-06-2015, 07:52 AM**

Melodia had drank two mugs of the ale, pushing the empty second back to Baderon with a grin.

"You'd do well to drop your prices, servin' swill like that." She chuckled and flashed him a wink as she stood, legs only a tiny bit shaky from the alcohol. "Baderon feigned a wounded expression at her words and she slapped the bar before turning to walk away. "You know I tease. Enjoy your day."Â As she nodded to some of the patrons, she headed down, meaning to patrol the markets.

As the sun was high in the sky, the air warm and breeze comfortable on her skin she adjustedÂ the axe slung to her back while her boots made audible clopping sounds on the stone of the lower deck. Passing by the Bulwark she paused to chat with one of her fellow officers at the lift, noting how quiet things were. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and continued. Being back in Limsa almost made her forget the hell she'd gone through back in that cave.

Almost.

But she was good at wearing a mask. Had always been.

She was wearing a new mask was all. And all it was doing was covering her old masks.

Pirate. Thief. Yellowjacket. Counselor. Sex addict. And now she resumed her old mask of the Yellowjacket. As if the air of authority made everything else wash away like sands on a beach.

"Yer wrong." The voice, a young male, called out behind her. She wheeled and looked at him, a young Hyur midlander, leaning against one of the walls as heÂ smirked. He was dressed in a black and brown top and trousers, and his short brown hair was matched by a five o'clock shadow that made him look older than he likely was. "Excuse me?" She asked, though she didn't rightly know if he was even talking to her. How could he have even known what she had been thinki-

"Yer axe. The sling's all wrong. Make it a hell of a thing if ye needed it. Say, if some scoundrel were t' come along and cause a ruckus in these parts." He smirked again and pushed himself off the wall. This man made her heart break a bit as he reminded her so much of her long lost Tomas.

"I'll keep that in mind." She replied, trying to make sure she didn't look as off guard as she felt. That damned ale was a bad idea. He grinned and walked past her flashing her a wink.

"Ye needn't thank me. Just a harmless citizen helping one o' the city's finest keep from gettin' killed by her own carelessness." With an almost mocking bow he continued walking, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. She didn't doubt. She would likely see that fellow again.

When he was out of sight she took the axe and the sling off and sure enough he was right. She scowled a bit and fixed the strap and as she put it back on and resumed her patrol, she sighed. Hopefully that would be the worst of the day.

Hopefully no more surprises.

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