[CLOSED] Reputation Hunting

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Availability: Open (2 slots)...If there are no takers I will reply to myself every 24 hours but will leave the thread open until those slots are filled. Location: Far outside of Horunka, Mid to Late Afternoon. Weather is damp and the smell of rain hangs in the air. The thick clouds overhead were beginning to heave with the weight of the rain that was contained within, the gray sky streaked with dark patches here and there that signaled a coming rain storm on the plains. It was unusual to say the least, as the weather of Floor One seemed to stay consistently sunny over the past months, well suiting it to the presence of farms and the communities that served them. Relsialle had been surprised when she visited the town of Horunka several days before…the rumors of player robberies in the plains peaking her attention. It seemed only natural to her that other players like herself occasionally found their kicks in the more clandestine aspects of the game, dabbling in extortion and highway robbery. Mulling the initial complaints over at first, she could only consider the actions as all in good fun…well, as long as no-one got hurt in the end. She thought nothing of the rumors at first, dismissing these whispers of players and NPCs alike, until players began falling missing…as one by one names began getting scratched out on the monument of life drawing suspicion to the location. Eventually the reports had become urgent as posters began appearing tacked on the occasional tree, the cardinal system itself attempting to defend against the threat of players corrupting whatever ideal that the creators intended by trapping them here until death or freedom. The punk-rocker’s attention was peaked as she studied one, thin paper detailing the latest events only taking place several nights ago, the thick parchment firmly to the stout chestnut with sharpened tacks…a golden quest trigger icon hanging above it begging her attention… While the quest offered a measure of material reward and the thrill of PvP made her curious, it was the sheer audacity of these players that stirred her from her relaxing afternoon in the cafes and inns of the nearby town...The rogue had a reputation to keep after all, and these player-killers made those like her…those players that walked the thin grey line of morality…look even worse by simple association of behavior. The thought made her jaw tighten as the first few droplets fall onto her bright pink hair, forcing her to shake her head slowly to clear her thoughts. The Irishwoman paced lazily along the flattened landscape, the occasional old-world farm coming into view, cordoned off with a worn wooden fence...golden wheat stocks shooting up in mass to be caressed by the sun and the occasional rain shower. Her dagger swung on her hip, the metal sheath occasionally dinging against the thin steel buckle on the thigh of her newbie trousers, her hands placed in her pockets not betraying the thoughts that raced through the hidden places in her mind.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle scrambled forward, her relaxing walk now turning into a quick run, as her boots began to splash through the freshly fallen rain. The clouds had finally opened up on her, setting the ominous tone for what was to come, in the hunt for the players-turned-brigands…She growled softly as her hair soaked from the fat drops of the rain, her hand reaching up to tie back her soaked hair with a thin cord she carried around her wrist. The hair bounced along finally as she ran, the tail sitting high up on her head in a samurai style, the warm water giving the pink-strands a spiky look. A barn finally appeared in the distance as her breathing became rhythmic, her hand doing its best to keep her small steel weapon steady as she jogged forward in her mission to get out of the weather. She finally had reached her goal, ducking under the old wood, the rain falling harder and now accompanied by a loud crash of thunder in the distance…the soft taps of water hitting the roof of the building attempting to converse with her in its own natural language. The thief rested a moment, taking a few deep breaths to recover from her impromptu exorcise, her crystal-blue eyes looking over the building that now sheltered her for the moment. The Irishwoman leaned down to dust the ground free of pebbles and other matter, finally taking a seat on the ground to wait for the storm to pass, her back leaning against the hard wood of the structure. The barn had been unused for some time, the red coat of paint on the side peeling off from what appeared to be several years of neglect, the rotten remains of hay and grain laying scattered about on the ground. The wood was rough to the touch but solid, the well-built structure seeming as if it would outlast any of the occupied farm houses far into the distance beyond.

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian lay up in the loft as the rain came down on one of the softer parts of the upper rafters flooring strung with the bits of hay. He had sought shelter earlier in the day from the down pour that now enveloped the land outside. His arms behind his head as he relaxed listening to the sounds of the drops of rain as he let himself reminisce over his past life, Jay Down's life. With it came memories of childhood movies, drawing with it the whistling tune of Rodger Miller's Whistle Stop. The sound of it being drowned out almost completely by peals of thunder and the heavy rain upon the rooftops. Though the need for the music was not needed to be heard for his state, for it was mearly something that passed the time as the whistling tune wrapped round and round like a record that was stuck on a loop.

His ears would hear it first the sound of rain on wet clothes and hair causing him to stir from his resting spot. Rolling over he would slowly make his way to the edge of the lofts ledge. His whistling stopping as he watch the girl scoot pebbles around. Possibly it was her dress but he was reminded of his, Jay Downs', favorite book, The Ninja by Eric Van Lustbader,"In darkness there is death."

Valandrian whispered to himself as he pushed himself up of the lofts boards. The verbal quoting of the books first sentence of its prologue reminded him why he enjoyed the book so much. That sentence had him hooked to that book until he had finished it back in high school. His thoughts making him unaware of the noise he was making at the time as he made his way to a stand with a small groan, as if he had not even wanted to get up but was forcing his body to listen. Vallandrian would stretch trying to release the ache that plagued Jay's body outside of the virtual world he was in. Even if it did not effect his real body Vallandrian felt a bit better as he let out a sigh that turned into a yawn.

"Eh, never mind.", Vallandrian spoke as he analyzed his surroundings spotting the pully system that allotted the animal feed to be brought down from the loft as he made his way over to it. The rope seemed disused but sturdy enough as he spoke two words before grabbing the rope and making his decent,"Wah, hoe."

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle blinked as she turned her head quickly, her eye brow raising suddenly as her ears caught the sound of something stirring above her. The noise was barely audible above the din of the rain on the crumbing wooden roof, but was a clear indication that she wasn’t alone…The quest area was still several miles away, but still caution seemed the best course of action for now. The nature of her mission had her on edge, that much was sure given the fact that she was after something that would definitely kill her if given the chance. While normally relaxed, one could see the tension quite clearly on her pale features, her hand instantly shooting to her sheathed weapon. The thief couldn’t see the color of its marker, her crystal-blue eyes narrowing in the effort to catch a glimpse, her chin turning slightly from side to side as she scanned the area. The Irishwoman mumbled a curse to herself as she grit her teeth, blaming her relaxation as the reason why anything could get a jump on her. The girl hopped up suddenly, twisting her neck to get a better view on the loft area…lowering her stance slightly until her avatar faded away, her stealth mode activating out of safety. She did her best to stay under the overhang, the droplets no doubt would cause her digital veil to shatter quickly…but something was different, the steps in her GUI that normally guided her to the safety of non-detection were faded…but why? “Damn…” The girl whispered, hidden in plain sight…silently realizing that whatever it was had a detection skill… As the rattle was heard of the lofts feed elevator spinning down, the pink-haired rocker caught sight of the intrusion, Relsialle’s eyes suddenly narrowing in frustration at her jumpy mood. A green icon was visible above the unknown man, a soft sigh escaping her as her avatar suddenly reappeared…her hand removing itself off of her weapon and placed now on her hip…the expression on her face revealing that she was not amused…

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[Vallandrian]

Even though his decent was slowed slightly by holding onto the ropes, the friction of which warmed his hands, Vallandrian ended up landing in a crouched position as his free left hand reached to brace itself on the floor and his right tightened on the ropes he came down on. His right hand won out causing his left to dangle the off set of balance taking his downward momentum into a forward one. It was a step or two but do to the hold on the ropes it straightened him up to his full height of five foot, eleven and a half inches as his body pulled against his right arm. Now steady Vallandrian would now let go, ending the show of what could be deemed the halfway point between skill and haphazard luck.

His eyes scanned the room taking in the detail of the wood work and the somewhat glitchy warping silhouette of the woman that was in a way clear showing the back wall behind her though not at the same definition as the actual wall out from behind her. The site caused his head to tilt to his his left as he waved his right arm up bringing with it his menu. He would shrug taking the hint that the lady probably didn't want to be disturbed right now and thumbed through his inventory. A quick selection and his spear would materialize before him.

He had been resting after all and his weapon was not easily stored on his avatar unless he was holding it so storing it in his inventory was a hassle but something he had gotten over when he had decided to specialize in the weapon. Closing the menu as his left hand grabbed on to the weapon Vallandrian could not help but pause for a moment as Jay recalled the years he had spent as a janitor and how during those times he had imagined the brooms he used as staffs and spears when no one was around. Overcoming the urge to spin the weapon in a flourish as Jay had with countless brooms Vallandrian would walk forward not to the person actively "hiding" but towards the outside and the rain.

Before stepping out into the down pour however he would turn to the glitchy warping that marked the others location and give a small smile as he spoke directly to her. "Hey, you don't know where the boar slayer quest en-pea-see is by chance, do you?"

His green eyes seeming to flash as though part of the detection skill as he leaned his weight on his spear and a gust of wind from out side brushed past him catching a bit of his dirty blond hair, ruffling it just a tad. It ruffled the pressed collar of the white dress shirt he wore under his starting armor, as well, a shirt that he wore with the top two buttons undone so that it created a decent frame for his head and shoulders. The sleeves of the shirt were also cuffed so that it covered three-fourths of his arms, leaving his forearms bare. From height and facial features one could almost certainly ascertain that his age was definitely early to mid twenties. The smile on his lips that touched his eyes conveying a sincerity to his question and an openness about him. The smell of the storm still permeated the ambient air around him and its raindrops made a curtain that he had yet to cross.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle glared at the unknown male coldly as she reappeared in to plain view, standing tall as the digital cloak around her shattered. Her hand was on her hip as she stood proudly, still not knowing what to make of the new face. She was shorter than him, her lithe form showing her years of athletics as she pulled down the lower hem her black ninja-style gi to cover her thigh a bit more on reflex. She was happy when she got a NPC to create the simply outfit for her, finding it a bit easier to move in it and it’s matching obi in both stealth and her travels than her much more robust newbie-armor set, however much it tended to reveal a bit too much at times. Regrettably the problem tended to become more vexing when the rain tended to force it to ride up and bunch at times, the pink-haired girl growling softly at the sudden shift of weather that trapped her here. The thief’s other hand remained placed on the pommel of her dagger, her crystalline-blue eyes still trained on the man that revealed her location. She secretly despised the detection skill that players were able to choose at the start of the game, her jaw clicking slightly as she considered it, such a simple thing having the ability to get behind her main and only defense so easily. The woman offered a sigh before finally relaxing, taking a moment to breath in a deep breath of the cool, damp air. The punk-rocker shook her head slightly, finally taking her hand off of her weapon, “Done showing off?” Relsialle teased, her features still icy, reflecting the tense mood that she was in…counter to her usual more open and relaxed demeanor. The woman carried a thick Irish accent, causing her words to slur together a bit, almost musical in its nature, but let loose from her lips in a quick enough rhythm to force others to pay close attention to catch its more subtle nuances. She pulled her shoulders back slightly until an audible pop was heard, her muscles tense from both her travels and the cold rain that hung in the air around them. She appeared to be roughly around his age, her sharp features betraying her maturity despite her long bubble-gum pink hair and clothing’s efforts to hide it, the tattoo of her former band emblazoned on her shoulder. She offered a condescending smile to her counterpart, rolling her eyes a bit, “Not sure on that one…You might have better luck looking to the plains, that’s where they tend to gather…” The Irishwoman answered, tilting her head to the side a bit, finally reaching up to run a hand through her damp locks as she mulled over her own quest in the recesses of her mind… As much as she hated to admit it, the man did have a skill she required, her hidden thoughts popping into her head forcing her to turn to look out across the soaked landscape as distant thunder rolled in the distance, a large thunderhead visible in the far off plains…”That detection skill of yours can be useful for other things besides hitting the grind with the other bores…” Relsialle observed to the unknown male before turning back to him, a wicked smile growing across her face, “What do you say?”

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian could only continue to smile as he took a step back his head tilting at being accused of actually showing off. His form was athletic to be sure but more for wrestling, football, or other heavy contact sports like heavier weight boxing, it showed in his broad shoulders that he definitely was masculine. As far as if it was just some sort of avatar that image had shattered when Kayaba had given everyone that mirror item,"I could be, though I was not under the impression that I had been."

The pink hair was indeed stunning though, Jay, in earlier years he had died his own hair on several occasions, black when still in elementary school, platinum blond on several occasions, then a combo of blue shower capped off for black undertones along with that same combo except red and black. After a few showers however the red faded into a pink almost the same shade. The reminiscing thoughts causing him to stifle a nearly playful chuckle, stopped only by his left hand as it left the spear and the company of his right hand to place a finger to his lips as the others cupped at his chin hair, almost stroking it. His right hand leaned the spear back against his right shoulder. It was a more open and relaxed pose as he took in the the stunningness of the lady before him, his gaze focusing souly on her eyes not letting them drift down in an attempt to try and "check her out". The words she spoke, quick and musical, it would have been lost to most people occasionally but, Jay had five years of listening to accented English when his family moved overseas and in turn understanding was also Vallandrian's.

Turning his head away to the left breaking his gaze to look out into the rain he could only speak two words as his heart almost sank, somehow he had missed it on his travels to this spot. He watched as the rain beat down upon the grass outside, each drop splashing with impact, amazing him at how life like the world he was trapped in was. His left hand falling away from his face would slide find a way to hook his thumb onto the side of his pants via a pocket. His voice was less joyful then before more mellowed that the time he took to get here was wasted,"I see."

His eyes closed as the woman before him tilted her own gaze at him and she took in he thoughts as much as Vallandrian did his. In a way it was almost an awkward moment until she once again spoke. At the sound of her voice his head rolled down so that he could once again face her. As his eyes opened his first sight would be the focus of the floor between them but with a quick adjustment his green eyes would look back into her light blue globes. His eyes catching her posture, the tattoo on her arm. It was the wicked smile though that drew him in when she gave her request to basically team up,"Thats not the only useful thing about me."

He would retort as the liveliness seemed to come back to him bring with it a small smile and a wink of his right eye. It was a playful jest but it was true, he qualified more as a front line tank then anything. Even his sword art only drew targets to focus him instead of others around. For him to use it with out back up would be suicide but for some one that had damage but no solid defense he could definitely fill that roll. His left hand raising from its resting place would pull up the menu as he continued to speak,"But overall I don't see why not."

Pulling up the friends request list he would take pause. The English language was amazing one could go a whole conversation and not even mention an others name. "Vallandrian, ma'am," the word spoken not with a southern drawl but definitely Mid-Western American origin," might as well have my name if we will be partying up."

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle rolled her eyes, finally shaking her head, silently knowing that she would regret this short partnership in the long run. She tended to avoid parties for the most part for this very reason, the several dozen in-game marriage requests was enough already to bear from strangers she had barely met…The Irishwoman silently hoping that this wasn’t the case…She crossed her arms over her chest as she lifted an eyebrow, standing tall despite her vastly smaller size. The Irishwoman was prone to the occasional flutter of flirtation from time to time to be sure, but honestly they were about to go after something that would kill them both in an instant if they fell to casual behaviors and friendly banter…even her normal playful nature fell by the wayside as she considered the quest’s target…a stealth user just like her. Her friendly smile faded as soon as he was hooked into conversation, a soft sigh escaping her as she played out the consequences of teaming up with a new face, especially one this close to the quest area…but without that much needed detection skill she would be a sitting duck by herself. At least he proved himself to not be totally inept, and not a threat…at least for now… Her face revealed nothing but business for the time being, a soft ‘hmph’ escaped her as he tried his line on her…”Nice try smooth fella…” She waved her hand with a dismissive gesture, shutting him down fast and hard, shaking her head with a grin…“You can join the long line with the others as soon as this mess is sorted out…” The thief grinned, referring to the numerous others that would rather chase after her than deal with the more pertinent aspects of the game. “But at least you can get paid for the time being and not have to farm boars and wolves to do it…” Her thin fingers tapped the accept menu as the party request appeared in front of her, an audible ding appearing out of no-where as her health bar appeared under his…her name, Relsialle, placed right beside the gauge thin white script. He earned points for his politeness, giving Vallandrian that much at least, manners rare to come by in a game frequented by girl-crazy teenagers and the nature of their altered reality. “Well then…” She started to walk him through it, the rain beginning to slow into a thin drizzle…”We are on a PK’er hunt…and its gotten so bad that the system has issued a quest for him…”

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian's Cheshire grin never fully left his lips even as he took the back handed complement all the while watching her bat away his words in dismissal. She had him wrong, Jay and thus, Vallandrian did not chase, but he would not correct her for now after all his words though a tad flirtatious had held truth that had yet to be reveled to the pink haired kunoichi. Vallandrian's left hand raised almost reluctantly as though to ask a question as she accepted the party request and his name along with his life bar appeared under her's. He was only level one but judging by the health bars even with her being a level ahead it was clear Valllandrian still had twenty more hit points,"See you got me all wrong. I spec'ed myself out to be a tank, even my sword art is more or less utilitarian. Rel-sai-alle."

His untrained tongue working over the name as he tried to sound it out. He quieted down after that, ready for a retort or a rebuke as he put down his hand but instead he would be left with her filling him in on the quest he had evidently roped himself into. A player killer quest, it stunned him in a way causing his brow to furrow and his smile to go away. Jay had some training in security and law enforcement, so he understood the importance and the weight that now fell on the shoulders of the both of them. Vallandrian's eyes would sadden just a bit with the understanding that by the end of this some one was going to die. His left thumb finding that hook on his pant again, Vallandrian's gaze would turn back out to the rainy weather," Don't worry. I wont back down, the money from this quest though. You can keep it."

Vallandrian could not help but feel as though participating in a quest like this would only turn them into what they were to be going after. Pushing those feelings aside he would turn to look back at Relsialle as he leaned back against the frame of the barns doorway," Since we are in a party now I should tell you about my sword art, its aggro pull. It works fine on your atypical creatures but I am not sure how reliable it will be on players. At best it will be a fifty, fifty shot but if it works who ever we are hunting, wont be able to target you for an attack for a small while. It will also give me a defensive boost so don't worry about me, Relsialle."

His right hand swayed his spear absentmindedly as he spoke, letting Relsialle in on his sword arts ability and as he gave his request not to worry about him a soft smile would crest his lips. Some one was going to die, and if Vallandrian were to have it his way it would not be either one of the partied up duet. Still he had kept a few things hidden like the fact that the defensive boost he got was not all that great if he only aggro'ed a single target with it. It was not something he felt that she would need to concern herself with. All she needed to know was that he could peel for her when the fight broke out. After all almost everyone in these online games knew not to try and focus a tank when an actual damage threat was elsewhere.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle blinked, finally offering a stern nod to Vallandrian. “Good to know…” She mentioned, knowing silently that she had not had the privilege of running with a tank until present…Gradually it seemed their world was dominated by damage-types and those that saw themselves as nothing but attackers, but little did they know that attacks had to come their way sooner or later. The girl didn’t know exactly what was in store for them and was silently thankful for the luck…not to mention DPS specs were always vocal and annoying about it to no end. The girls eyebrow lifted a moment, a slight bit of confusion causing her brow to furrow a bit…it was one thing to admit filling one role or another to your immediate party, but he was being a bit more open than the situation called for…they had just met, and here he was giving her everything she needed to be the victor if they ever clashed weapons, no matter how unlikely that scenario would be…still if you couldn’t trust your partner, temporary or not, there was something wrong. A soft growl escaped her as he pronounced her name wrong, a soft puff of air fired out from between her front teeth, “It’s Rel-si’-Al” The thief corrected in haste, shaking her head, emphasizing the final syllable, “Alright…that changes the plan a bit then…in a good way.” She said calmly, finally stepping out from the overhang, her foot turning in the direction of the last known report…the heel of her boot scraping on a wet stone. “All we need is him to show him/herself…I can do the rest…” The Irishwoman added, still remaining vague, her CC abilities remaining under wraps for the time being. The final statement seemed to sink on her, the reality of her future actions weighing on her slightly…quietly hoping that it wouldn’t come to having to kill the culprit or that another avenue would reveal itself in time. The thought of payment tempted her no matter the context, and money meant survival here just as it did in the real world…but this after-all may very well be blood money, a new concept to the young woman entirely. “Naa, you keep your share…as fun as risking your life is, can’t live on adrenaline alone…” She stated waving her hand to him, taking his choice away in the matter, a soft smile once more creeping across her features. The smile was different, missing the warmth and energy that she normally conveyed, but having an undercurrent of sadness…it was bound to be a rough day for them both. The rogue stopped mid-step just as he brought up the specific nature of his sword art, “Hey now…you got to be careful with that information, don’t just go passing it around to every pretty face that comes by…You never know what may happen…” She lectured, her jaw tensing a bit, her tone coming across like a veteran despite her being almost as new to this world as he was. She stepped off once more, her wrist flipping to the side as her inventory menu reappeared, her newbie armor set coming into view over her clothing, just in case…

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[Vallandrian]

A rebuttal over his explaining his sword art, it caught him of guard a bit causing Vallandrian's expression to become confused before it passed into bemusement. It was the way she did it, sure she did have a level over him in this game, but for any raid in any other massive multiplayer online game knowledge about what others could do made the raids go smoother. It was the fact that she spoke opposing it made him wonder if it was more so done out of warning about her,"Relsialle," he spoke her name this time understanding that the "E" was silent and that the "I" was more like an "e" in and of it self sounding like the Spanish word for yes.

"You are right. Normally I wouldn't have told you more and just let you wait to see it in action, but this is a pea-kay'er we are going after and well its best that you know and be able to go all out against a threat like that instead of having to worry about your own safety and end up being sloppy." He lifted his right hand and his spear as he peeled himself off of the wall he had leaned against before tapping the butt end of the wooden pole onto the ground and turning to fallow. As his party member donned the beginners armor over her wardrobe, almost like he had his though the way he had it made the armor look much more like a vestment that went well with the white shirt, Vallandrian would step out into the weather.

The rain had let up though it was not fully over with as the droplets it was comprised of plopped upon him matting and wetting his hair. The feeling inspiring a song from Jay's memories that Vallandrian could not help but think of now, Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head by Billy J. Thomas. Lifting his spear up and over his head he would torn the wooden rod into a yoke that he wrapped his arms around as the rain kept coming down upon him he would mutter some of the lyrics mostly to himself,"Nothing's worrying me."

In truth he had a lot to worry about, the what if's and the what not's. He was the one with the detection skill that could be used to spot the guy they were going to take down. He also had the woman's life to worry about for if he could not protect her he alone would most likely not have the damage to take down the guy that they were after. Then of course there was his own life Jay had to worry about, it made him wish he had put more points into agility at the very start of Vallandrian's life. Continuing forward Vallandrian would twist his body as his head ducked to try to spot his charge. "So where too, el cap-ee-tan Rel-si’-Al.", Vallandrian voiced trying to push back the worry and fear with a bit of humor to distract him for the time being.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle paced forward, her sea-blue eyes trained on a hill in the far-off rain-hazed distance. The rainwater was still coming down gradually, the sound of distant thunder seeming like music in her ears. She had a long stride, moving as if she had a purpose, however one could only guess if it was because of their mutually assured end goal or if it was merely her efforts to doge the fat rain drops that now ran down her cheeks from her soaked hair. She nodded in approval of her name pronunciation, contented for the moment that he had gotten it close enough, offering a soft sigh as everyone’s difficulty with it thus far. Her boots crunched softly on the wet road, the occasional splash heard as she transversed the occasional puddle. “Hmm, you do have a point…If this were a game…” The Irishwoman said sarcastically, a half-smile appearing across her features, “But who’s to say that you share that information with another of our other less-than-moral friends…Actually, how do you know that I’m not on the level?” The pink-haired rocker asked, lifting an eyebrow slightly, turning the tables quickly on him…the girl’s philosophical nature suddenly appearing, the hypothetical conversation turning rather dark very quickly. “At any rate…You’ll be fine…Just flush the bastard out and I’ll handle the rest…no need to worry about little me…” The girl said rapidly, dismissing his concern with a click of her tongue and a bright smile, her accent thickening deeply as she pushed through the conversation. Her smile remained like the Cheshire Cat as her avatar faded away…her stealth taking over more and more with each step she took, her green icon remaining visible to him due to their party. “That hill there in front is the last know place they was known to run…sighted by a party a few days ago and they didn’t have any luck tracking him down…however, as far as the quest is concerned that is their main hunting ground…” Relsialle answered, the water parting in splashes seemingly out of nowhere, prompted by her invisible steps.

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian paced himself letting his taller frame and thus longer legs stick to the pace that Relsialle set though the way he kept up was more of a quickened yet uncaring meander. Raindrops falling on his head, he continued on as if he had not a care in the world. His arms still wrapped around the shaft of his spear. The weight of his arms causing the pole to flex as his partner for the time being went on rebuking him once again. It seemed as though she enjoyed that," I don't, but if I worried about that I wouldn't be able to live in the moment, you know."

Vallandrian let out a sigh as he unlaced his left arm from its perch causing his spear to pitch as he guided it with his right hand letting it balance on his shoulder for the time being. His eyes scanning the horizon for their target as the pink haired woman slipped into her stealth mode. She guided his gaze to the hill that they were approaching with her words. Even as she spoke from her "hidden" location, even if she had not had the green icon above her head to his detection skill she was easy enough to fallow as the rain betrayed her being, and the soft ground splashing from the water logged muddy terrain and the occasional puddle upon the cobblestone.

He did not care for the language in which she used to describe their target but he would not voice his concerns, after all who was he to try to tell her how one should speak. His own vocabulary severely limited his use of curses, holding them in reserve for much more appropriate times. He did after all consider himself a modern gentleman and had some image to hold on too, even if at times his attentive addled mind did indeed cause him to act unbecoming at times.

His eyes closed, as he continued to walk in the rain. He focused his detection skill, taking each hit of the raindrops one at a time. Tuning himself to the sounds around him, each fallen footstep between him and Relsialle squishing and splashing. It was a cacophony of sounds around him and he focused himself, his heart beat slowing in Jay's chest, separating the sounds he knew to from the new. Echo location, it probably would not work fully seeing at how low level he was as well as his detection skill but he had to give it a try.

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv2 Relsialle paced on, offering a shimmering nod from her place slightly in front of him and to his left side, the water slowly parting at her feet with every cloaked step. While he meandered along the road, she drove forward quickly, her boots maintaining a healthy rhythm despite weather attempting to slow them down. The sooner that she got this done, the sooner it would be over with, and she could tend to more pressing needs filling both her stomach and her purse with the rewards that these little adventures brought. “I can understand that, but you don’t see everyone giving away the keys to their car every person they see right?” The girl asked hypothetically, her voice seeming to appear from no-where like a ghost. She could respect living in the moment…Hell, she did that every day in here and in the real-world…but you had to do it streetwise or otherwise you’ll end up in jail or worse… Her knee strained slightly as the road moved into a slope, guiding them towards a small tin shack at the top of the hill, a place for at least the moment, was their goal. The soft cries of someone could be heard pretty clearly over the slash of the occasional drop hitting the soaked ground, the thief’s steps quieting as soon as the noise crossed her ears. As they crept closer a player could be seen, very young in age despite the game’s more young-adult population, the kid not older than twelve or thirteen years. The icon above him was clearly green, but something didn’t feel right about this, not here, the hair on the hidden Relsialle’s neck beginning to rise as she gripped her blade in caution…her shimmering form now growing still as she stood in the shadow of Vallandrian. The child was clad in the standard newbie armor, a curved sword hanging at his side as he sat on the wooden porch of the shack, the occasional tear wetting his cheek.

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[Vallandrian]

Vallandrian would simply not reply to his partner as she tried to continuously press home the fact that he shouldn't have told her what he did. He didn't after all want to appear like a guy who was partied up and conversing with well a stealthed team member. Call it paranoia but it was better if no one saw his mouth moving as they trans-versed the start of the hill. the soft sounds of Relsaille's foot falls through the damp brush more then enough of a constant beat that told him he was headed in the right direction, though walking uphill he let each foot fall be a lucky step on solid-enough ground not to slip on.

Hearing the cries in advance simply put Vallandrian on guard as he opened his eyes once more. With a shrug of his shoulder the spear resting their would rise up off its resting spot as his hand loosened slightly causing the shaft to drop down a little ways before his grip returned and his right arm then dropped. The head of the spear pointing ahead as he picked up pace. The crying child more then likely a lure then anything considering the circumstances of a player killer on the loose, supposedly near by. That coupled with the fact that a while back Relsaille had said their main hunting ground. Still he had a role to play and that meant taking the obvious bait. Seeing the kid in person Vallandrian would smile as he tilted his head towards his left,"You picked the perfect time to cry kid, the rain drops can hide the tear drops."

The words bringing flashes of Jay's memories of songs to Vallandiran's mind, from The Everly Brothers to The Temptations and onward to more modern music, though those songs the tears were caused by relationships ending. Still Vallandrian focused past that taking note that the party rogue had decided to take up residence behind him, it irritated him slightly that he could not actively keep an eye on her. His ears, pealed, listening for the sound of splashing footsteps approaching through the muddy ground as his eyes remained on the child.

"So what does a little guy got to be so down about?" Vallandrian asked as his head righted itself, his left hand rising and running through his rain logged locks, slicking the hair back and pointlessly wringing it do to the rain still coming down. His body steady ready to hear the sob story he was probably going to get fed as his right hand guided the butt end of his pear onto the top of his right foot. His left hand moving to rest upon his right wrist. His ears listening full on for any sound that meant motion. His eyes watching the patio and the kid.