(11-12-2015, 11:59 AM)Black Hat Wrote:*looks back to Whistler and laughs a bit.*(11-12-2015, 10:56 AM)Gwen Belmont Wrote:(10-01-2015, 06:53 PM)AeolianMode Wrote: [This note is pasted inconspicuously on a wall in an Ul'dahn alley.]*Gwen flares up a cigarette in the alley, the parchment catches the corner of her eye during the match's flame. the short midlander saunters over to the letter taking a drag out of her cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke into the air.*
"If you have had recent trouble with voidsents, please come to this location at midnight.
I am hunting for a particularly elusive creature. Any information one can give is urgently needed. I intend to remove these things from our plane. Any help one can offer will greatly improve the quality of Eorzean life. Even if the information you can give is not about the specific creature I am hunting, I would like to know of them.
I will come to this location at midnight every night."
[There is no name signed, no date. But the parchment is fresh and recent.]
((OOC: Post here if your character has any crazy ideas to actually do this. I'll arrange a time to meet ya in-game!))
"What have we here now? Inconspicuous lovely little note left in an alley eh? Oh Voidies, wonder if this a paid job?"
*Gwen takes another drag of the cigarette and pulls out a small blank book and a quill and writes down the location of the purposed meeting.*
"Well guess it won't hurt none to have a looksie, my schedule seems clear enough yeah?"
*the midlander casually walked away from the location and the letter deeper into the alley way. She tosses the half smoked cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it as she whistled a weird tune.*
As if the whistled weird tune had summoned him, the little miqo'te thief known as Whistler dropped down into the alley four steps and to the left of Gwen's strolling form. "Hey, didja see this? Somebody's musclin' in on our turf." Whistler said, waving back at the note with a blue skinned hand covered in black leather. "Bad enough with that old witcher in the way. How're we supposed to make any gil with every Tomomo, Dickson, and Harbold running around after all the weird stuff? I mean, c'moooooooooon. Be afraid of the dark for twelves sake!"
After his little tirade, Whistler stuffed his hands into the pockets of his newly purchased pantaloons and kicked refuse with fresh leather highboots. It felt weird wearing new clothes that didn't stink or itch to seven hells. He fell into step behind Gwen, mirroring her gait. "I'm hungry." He muttered, shaking his purplish bangs from in front of yellow eyes. "Better not steal our work, I'm swivin' serious. I will stab a jobber, I swear ta Rhalgr...."
"Nature of the beast mate, competition is always about. We just gotta do our thing harder an' better try an' go for quality an all that stuff yeah?"
*Shoves her hands into her pockets and continues down the alley way.*
"No come along mate, let's go get a meal at the lodge. An try to put a tool kit together for this."
Playing some character, maybe on Balmung, maybe not.
(Or am I hiding in the shadow next to you, maybe even posing as your best friend?)
(Or am I hiding in the shadow next to you, maybe even posing as your best friend?)
