1. [open]

[kesi]

Who: Takame and You!
When: Throughout May
Where: All around Draega, but mostly around the ports.
What: Lots of Influence jobs
Warnings: Potential violence because It's Him


a. Palate Cleanser

[Exhaustion had no place where there was work to be done.

The residual energies from the webs weaved by those cursed women took their toll. Takame was able to absorb the instructions given by Abigail and Fauyra easily, it was just the part of him that made taking in a habit. The practice was much more difficult, not due to a lack of his own practice with Craft, but because every other moment still felt as though he was being pulled away into another memory even when he wasn’t.

It was a feeling he got used to as the Echo triggered regularly in the past two weeks. He anticipated being drawn elsewhere, causing some webs he weaved to dissipate as soon as they were created. The only inkling of frustration the one working with the Au Ra would catch was that he would occasionally stop and pinch the bridge of his nose or rub at his eyes before continuing as he was even as power from his Purple Dusk winded down.]

Damn…

b. Street Rats

[He owed this much to young Esso and her kin after an incorrect accusation. And Daylight proposed the idea of helping her, so here he was.

There was always a divide in the impoverished and the well-off, no matter where one would go. A simple observation Takame had in his travels, though he paid no mind to it if it was irrelevant to a job. Here would be no different had it not been for his intent to do something to rectify his error. The entire city was in shambles, but by the kami… how this lot managed to survive was a blessing by Them to be sure.

His partner would surely be handling most of the food distribution by his suggestion, his appearance didn’t necessarily scream friendly even as he was covered by a hood and cape. But in the times where he’s not clearing the streets of the vermin, he does make some attempts to share food as well. If only he had better social graces and a longer coat to accomodate for his height and tail…]

c. Trade Wars + Rumour has it

[Through most of the month, Takame will be found hovering around the docks. Several reasons for it, really. Docks are familiar to him, in the Far East and in Eorzea, he preferred to be in places where information circulated the most by force of habit as if you know nothing you’re more likely to be killed and of course one Prince Allairavar mentioned concern in the docks the prior moon. And it didn’t seem as though the trouble was going to cease any time soon.

He hangs around during the earliest hours possible, sometimes long into the day and evening, such has been his routine the past several weeks enough that sailors that have lingered in the area for a while started to recognize him. Not with a name, more with references to his appearance.

If someone else happens upon him to help with the same, he’ll always be unloading supplies and listening more than speaking himself to what the sailors have to say. Major conflicts have yet to break out, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to slam someone to the ground.]

4. Wildcard

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Comments

[verstoned]

Well... [Rhus shrugs. He cant refute that at all because he knows it's true. Sooner or later, someone is going to say or do something stupid and make tempers flare, because that's what people do. That's what mercenaries and sailors do, because there's nothing else for them to expend their energies and tempers on.]

Havin' bellies full o' some sorta food will do that for you, if not the drink.

Then again, people don' discriminate wha' time they reach for a bottle. [Grog for breakfast? Rhus has done that before.

Many, many times before.]

Seen any bottles since the sun's come up?

[kesi]

...Recent circumstances have seen the pub gain a fair number of early traffic.

[Today was no different as implied by how he turned his attention to said pub, watching as new sailors wandered into it. Residual negative energies from the tangled webs have caused more to stray to the bottle to subdue how high their stress was. The fact that he's already seen a few wander into the establishment for more than food was a portion of why he did not expect the silence to last.]

[verstoned]

Ah, to 'ave Baderon 'ere to put all those fools in their place... [But if wishes were chocobos, he'd have an entire forest of them.]

Where's this pub then? We best make sure they... [Rhus shrugs.

Takame knows where he's going with that.

Pubs and taverns are always the first place someone would make a mess in, because everyone is just far too drunk to give a flying godsdamn about what they're doing, and where they're doing it.]

[kesi]

Hm. It would be nice. [Baderon would have handled this lot masterfully to be sure. If only they were that lucky.

Takame did indeed know what Rhus meant. He'd spent enough time in Limsa and at these docks to know how quickly fights sparked while some poor sods were deep in their cups. From the crate he finished unloading what needed to be taken from it and with a nod he gestured for Rhus to follow him.] This way.

[verstoned]

[Rhus hops down from the rigging with the ease of one who has done this many times over, and the confidence that he'll land on his feet-- which, of course, he does. He merely takes a moment to check himself and see if he has everything he needs, and to fasten his sword onto his back where it belongs before following the Au Ra.]

What says you 'bout 'ow we deal with the drunken fools?

[kesi]

[A very long pause.]

... Me? [Being asked for input will always catch him off guard. Really the only way he knew how to handle a lot of piss drunk fools was to silence them with a swift fist to their face.

It proved more effective every time but what came out was his habitual answer.] ... Whatever you believe to be best.

[verstoned]

[Rhus perks up and looks at Takame at that strange pronouncement. It's not the first time he's done so, Rhus having seen the habit before when they were raiding various places. He simply thought this was because Takame preferred to defer to Rhus, as the unofficial leader of the party and the one who gathered them in the first place...

But is he wrong about this assumption?]

Beatin' 'em o'er the head might be a little too much this early mornin', [is his slow reply, enunciating everything carefully-- though not without his ridiculous accent.] Beat 'em in the arse, more like.

[kesi]

[It felt rather obvious to Takame that Rhus should be the one to decide. He was more experienced, he was the Warrior of Light, he wore Sapphire in this realm. Everything pointed to falling to his judgment. Of course he would follow whatever Rhus suggested.]

Will we avoid confrontation, then?

[verstoned]

[Rhus raises his eyebrows at Takame-- he thinks it's a metaphor for something else?]

No, I meant wha' I said-- beat 'em on the arse like a mum with ornery children.

[kesi]

[He tilted his head. Was that how it was done with children? When he was young... no, he tucked that thought away. Best not to remember. If that was what Rhus thought best, he would do it.]

Ah, I see. [He nodded.] Understood, then. It will be done.

[verstoned]

Don' be so grave 'bout it, Takame. We're gettin' to beat fools.

[Rhus spreads his hands.] What else were we t'do for fun?

[kesi]

I always sound like this. [It wasn't entirely true as he'd been much more negative in the past month, but he wasn't completely aware of it.

Beating fools was barely a warm up for him, what would be more entertaining is fighting someone worth a damn. The thought once again was pushed away as they approached the pub. The door was either wide opened or in need of repair, all they had to do was walk through.

An active sight it already was, some smaller groups having claimed tables, a few standing in corners and staring menacingly at the ones sitting down and single patrons that may or may not have been there since the night before slumped over at the counter.] Hm.

[verstoned]

[Rhus tsks over the state of the door-- that's no good-- perhaps the mercenaries and sailors were far too eager to start their days partaking in ale, with property damage as a side.]

Interestin'. [Rhus leads the way towards the bar where the tavernkeep stands, uncaring of the eyes that follow him-- and his overlarge sword.]

Fancy a drink 'fore we begin? Or are you the light type?

[kesi]

[Suspicious looks are bound to follow two people walking into a pub armed with swords the likes few people in Draega have ever seen.

Not even taking into a count that they're humanoid with feline and reptilian features. The broken door to Takame was a sign of things to come as he followed Rhus towards the bar. He wasn't one to drink when there was work to be done, but if Rhus suggested it...]

... If you would like. [That's what he says but his sideways glance could be drawn to the groups lurking in the corner. All work and no play this one was.]

[verstoned]

[Rhus raises his eyebrows up at Takame. Really? Still leaving all the decisions to Rhus, eh?]

One mug then. Best not to ruin ourselves like the rest of these fools have. [And Rhus states this openly, without any shame or caution-- and for good reason. He knows exactly what words to choose and when to use them, drawing not just attention to them, but also the beginnings of ire.

As if he did not just say something so controversial yet so brave, Rhus heads straight to the bar and orders two mugs of ale.]

[kesi]

Yes. Naturally. [It would take more than cheap ale to ruin him at least. But seeing those raised eyebrows Takame couldn't help but be confused. He wasn't sure what he was doing wrong or if he even was at all. If it wasn't pointed out maybe it wasn't important.

He took a seat at the bar as they're brought their ale, not caring about the murmurs of conversation about the two. The volume in the establishment increased solely on how many people were jeering alone, one specifically was making a point of being loud directly in the Au Ra's line of sight and it only got him a raised eyebrow before he looked back to the Miqo'te.

In his heart he had a question he was begging to ask. But not now. Not while there was work to be done. Not while there were so many around.]