In a jokingly, but absolutely serious tone, "As long as it isn't 'porkchop'.... I /still/ have no idea how she arrived at that." On a lighter note, "Besides, I think 'Merc' gets by just fine. And while 'Frhanz', all sounds pronounced, is out of the question, I can't help but turn around when someone says it. What about just 'Franz', or if I were to make a proper Garlean name, 'Franz nil Renatus', the title probably means nothing to the two of you, but until I can find out more of my past, I'll use the name of the man that changed my life, and the name of the damned thing that brought me here."
Making a small, but comforting smile, "I'm not sure if 'friends' is the right term to use here, but it would be nice to not be enemies. I'll leave that you you. I know I've caused a lot of pain, and I want to make amends for it. Besides, I'm sure you could find a use for me. Even if it's a punching bag." He smirked. "that last encounter was pretty.....bad. Your punches could use some work."
Could they get along? He was almost old enough to have been their parents' age, putting racial differences aside. His daughter....if she and her mother were still alive, how old would she be? He couldn't even recall her name, nor anything about her. The pain of a forgotten memory reminded him of what he was now. Merc was still aware of the darkness within himself, and this could be a path to redemption. He wouldn't deny the feeling that he was still a weapon himself, and at a certain hyuran woman's back and call, he would have to act. He wondered just how much of his recent events she knew, but it was safer to assume she had eyes everywhere, or possibly, within him. He didn't know. But that would be a problem for later.Â
They were here to relax and forget about the worries of life. To live in the moment for a change. And he planned to do just that.
Trying to wiggle his hand out of Natalie's grasp so they could shake on Kage's terms, he waited. If they could get past this, it would be better for the both of them.
Making a small, but comforting smile, "I'm not sure if 'friends' is the right term to use here, but it would be nice to not be enemies. I'll leave that you you. I know I've caused a lot of pain, and I want to make amends for it. Besides, I'm sure you could find a use for me. Even if it's a punching bag." He smirked. "that last encounter was pretty.....bad. Your punches could use some work."
Could they get along? He was almost old enough to have been their parents' age, putting racial differences aside. His daughter....if she and her mother were still alive, how old would she be? He couldn't even recall her name, nor anything about her. The pain of a forgotten memory reminded him of what he was now. Merc was still aware of the darkness within himself, and this could be a path to redemption. He wouldn't deny the feeling that he was still a weapon himself, and at a certain hyuran woman's back and call, he would have to act. He wondered just how much of his recent events she knew, but it was safer to assume she had eyes everywhere, or possibly, within him. He didn't know. But that would be a problem for later.Â
They were here to relax and forget about the worries of life. To live in the moment for a change. And he planned to do just that.
Trying to wiggle his hand out of Natalie's grasp so they could shake on Kage's terms, he waited. If they could get past this, it would be better for the both of them.
