Kage gripped the scimitar hilt with one hand, the other hand resting slightly off to the side. He was tired of the sneers and the snark he received from the other Brass Blades while he worked patrols. There hadn’t been any direct orders from Natalie about where so he’d been patrolling the streets, sometimes watching an entrance of Quicksand and sometimes he would keep watch outside of the Aetheryte Plaza.
He was soon to finish his patrol, heading towards the Plaza itself. It was a little exhausting. This job.
“Just on time, as usual†thought Merc. She had only just left and there was Kage, walking in fairly clueless. Merc took off his mask, and a couple of the more obvious layers of clothes he typically wore. In terms of fashion, the Highlander-style seemed to fit his size best. With just a cotton shirt, some pants and shoes, he judged he’d look different enough to not catch the notice of the Lalafell. He only needed to not speak. Merc got up from the bench and shifted into the crowds around the aetherite. He wouldn’t get noticed this time.
Kage took off his turban, giving polite smiles and not receiving any such in return. He swallowed in his throat, forcing himself to not become downtrodden over it. He didn’t notice anything amiss as he briefly shook his sweat logged hair. He wiped his forehead with one hand and drinking some water from a waterskin. He put the skin back into his pack as he started to attempt to use the aetheryte to send him to Eastern Thanalan.
It wasn’t even difficult. In a quick motion, Merc easily found Kage, and watching him focus on what he could only imagine to be some use of the aetherite for something, gave his a good hit. It would be sufficient to knock Kage out without dealing any lasting damage. Merc had expected someone to notice, but through all the hustle and bustle of the plaza, most of the people were too focused on their own tasks. Merc simply discarded the brass blade uniform to the side, knowing if he tried to walk out of the plaza with Kage still wearing it, someone would eventually stop him. With Kage dressed in what he had under, it’d simply appear like a man was carrying his friend who’d fallen asleep, or maybe just passed out for aether-sickness, whatever that was.
During the walk to Crescent Cove, Merc did slightly envy the Eorzeans who could have simply used an Aetherite for faster transport. He supposed he could have as well……, but given the circumstances and what had happened last time, he figured he probably shouldn’t. Upon arriving, it wasn’t too difficult for him to find her. Not many people could really fit her description, despite the fact that she could easily blend into a crowd and never be suspected. He envied her for that.
He was soon to finish his patrol, heading towards the Plaza itself. It was a little exhausting. This job.
“Just on time, as usual†thought Merc. She had only just left and there was Kage, walking in fairly clueless. Merc took off his mask, and a couple of the more obvious layers of clothes he typically wore. In terms of fashion, the Highlander-style seemed to fit his size best. With just a cotton shirt, some pants and shoes, he judged he’d look different enough to not catch the notice of the Lalafell. He only needed to not speak. Merc got up from the bench and shifted into the crowds around the aetherite. He wouldn’t get noticed this time.
Kage took off his turban, giving polite smiles and not receiving any such in return. He swallowed in his throat, forcing himself to not become downtrodden over it. He didn’t notice anything amiss as he briefly shook his sweat logged hair. He wiped his forehead with one hand and drinking some water from a waterskin. He put the skin back into his pack as he started to attempt to use the aetheryte to send him to Eastern Thanalan.
It wasn’t even difficult. In a quick motion, Merc easily found Kage, and watching him focus on what he could only imagine to be some use of the aetherite for something, gave his a good hit. It would be sufficient to knock Kage out without dealing any lasting damage. Merc had expected someone to notice, but through all the hustle and bustle of the plaza, most of the people were too focused on their own tasks. Merc simply discarded the brass blade uniform to the side, knowing if he tried to walk out of the plaza with Kage still wearing it, someone would eventually stop him. With Kage dressed in what he had under, it’d simply appear like a man was carrying his friend who’d fallen asleep, or maybe just passed out for aether-sickness, whatever that was.
During the walk to Crescent Cove, Merc did slightly envy the Eorzeans who could have simply used an Aetherite for faster transport. He supposed he could have as well……, but given the circumstances and what had happened last time, he figured he probably shouldn’t. Upon arriving, it wasn’t too difficult for him to find her. Not many people could really fit her description, despite the fact that she could easily blend into a crowd and never be suspected. He envied her for that.
