RP:A Passing Conversation

Synopsis: Meri stumbles upon Trent as she makes her way to Gualon. Krice makes an appearance.

Characters: Trent, Meri, Krice

Location: The Cenril-Kelay Bridge

Date: Jan. 24th, 2014

The Cenril-Kelay Bridge

Trent is a brooding fellow. Most assuredly. This is very much evident as he slowly trods westbound, with his head low and covered by that black leather hood. As per usual, he kept one hand in his pocket, the other upon his breast, grasping the strap of his leather satchel. It was because his head was low that he caught sight of his laces, flailing about wildly with each and every step. Halting his travels, the male knelt and began to fix the issue. Safety first!

Meri also happens to be traveling west, exiting Cenril and probably making her way back to Gualon. She is some distance behind Trent, thus must jog to close the gap between them.Thankfully, Trent being such a safety first sort of guy gives Meri ample opportunity to catch up to him. Why she would want to after the scene at The Whaler? Well...she’s probably got issues herself. “Hey!” she says, drawing to a halt a safe distance away from the male. “How the hell are ya?”

Trent 's instincts were the first to kick in. Feeling the vibration of the wood from the woman's light jog cause the man to make swift work of the laces. Left hand raised toward the hilt of his weapon, he turns ever so slightly to get a look at his potential assailant. It wasn't until the familiar echo of Meri's voice that he cut off preparation of defense, and turned fully to get a better view. "Oh. Hello... I am fine..." he offered. "Yourself?"

Meri regards Trent with a -very- scrutinizing stare. Maybe she noticed the way his initial reaction was to reach for his sword? Or maybe she just didn’t believe he was fine? Hard to say. Those red lips are pursed together before she bluntly blurts out, “What the hell was up with the other night?” A brow is quirked, letting this question sink in with a brief moment of silence. She carries on, “Ya just kind of went all psycho on us.” Not the kindest way to prod at the subject but Meri was not always a gentle woman.

Trent stood there. Silent. From shadowy depths he stared upon the ink laden woman, the questions posed releasing from him a sigh. With both hands lifted, he lowers his hood so that she could see his face. "I don't know. I honestly don't know. The last thing I remember, was.. 'It' making a move for your friend. Then the elven man. After that, it all goes black until I left." A frown, his gaze drops to the armored hand. "I'm sorry, Meri. To both you and your companion. I have no idea why this is happening."

Meri furrows her brows in thought, hands coming to rest on the curves of her hips. Such a strange man Trent was. Meri continued to hold her distance. “I don’t know what is goin’ on with ya either. I can’t say I am really surprised that ya don’t remember...It’s like we weren’t even dealin’ with ya. Then again...I guess we don’t actually know who -you- are.”

Trent lifted his head once more so that he may look upon the woman he spoke to. "I fear that who I am potentially, is not someone that should be here. I have found a few more answers, and they are not ones that bode well." Footing shifts, shoulders turning to become parallel with the bridge as he looks down into the chasm below. "I'm not entirely sure that we should be around one another, Meri. Things are getting worse. I do not want to end up causing you any harm. Not now, at least. I fear that this will get worse before it gets any better."

Meri is rather surprised by Trent’s suggestion. Her reaction is to roll her eyes. “Shouldn’t be around one another.” The tattooed blonde snorts and crosses her arms over her chest sternly. “Don’t treat me like I’m some sort of helpless woman, yeah?” A pointed stare is leveled on Trent. “So what answers did you find?” Clearly, Meri had no intention of listening to Trent’s concerns.

Krice appears from the east.

Trent gave the woman an annoyed glance and says. "I didn't mean.." but the thought never finishes. Instead he reaches into his pocket and removes the metallic badge with the name he bares. "First. The third symbol on this gauntlet. It stands for 'soul'. Given the nature of the other symbols, I think they are linked to another. Whom that is, I can not say." He turns toward her, the badge held out. "You know, I have shown this to many passersby? Most deemed it necessary to spit upon me without answer. Then, when I ask a guard, I am told to leave the city. To the bank teller I ask, and because of this, I am issued a vault with vast wealth." His gaze narrows, "Peculiar isn't it?" he asked then, pausing a moment to collect his thoughts.

Krice ventured westward from Cenril, exiting the city at an unhurried pace; dressed in his usual garb with that always-present katana strapped to his back. Up ahead, he saw a pair of conversationalists. Trent got a more lingering gaze than Meri, though Meri received a nod.

Krice looked at Trent.

Meri didn’t seem to mind Trent’s annoyed glance. In fact! She returns that look with one of her own. Women. Meri notes Krice’s presence before prattling on about her thoughts on the matter she and Trent are discussing. “Peculiar is right,” is all she says. Krice’s greeting is met with a smile, trailing into introductions and other social formalities, “Hey there. How’s it goin’, Krice?” She gestures toward Trent with a toss of her chin. “This is my friend Trent. Ya two met before?” She assumed they had not, because she keeps on going with the introductions. Those baby blues swivel to Trent, “And Trent, this is Krice.”

Trent did not have time to finish his reveal, the introduction of a new stranger causing the blonde male to fall silent. Like a thief about to get caught, Trent slips the metallic badge back into his pocket, a light nod and greeting offered to the newcomer. "Nice to meet you." This time would now be taken to study Krice for any sense of the familiar.

Trent looked at Krice.

Krice 's gaze drifted from Meri's face to Trent's badge as it was concealed once more within a pocket, and then those red eyes shifted up, meeting the blue gaze of the unfamiliar male. The warrior slowed his approach in lieu of Meri's introductions and dipped his head in a nod to the other male. " First time we've met," he said, before diverting his focus once more to Meri as he passed by the duo to offer her a casual, " Take care." Was it a simple farewell, or something more? That much was not revealed, but as Krice cleared the two, he cast a final glance over his shoulder at Trent, indifferent and unassuming, before the western lands caught his focus once more.

Meri offers Krice a two-fingered salute that is trailed with a playful wink. “I will only if ya promise to do the same.” With Krice seemingly content to continue on his way, and Meri having no real reason to interrupt the male’s desires, those baby blues settle back on Trent. An intent stare is fixed on him, as if willing him to continue with what they were talking about previously.

Trent wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps the odd hue of the male's gaze, or the way he carried himself. Maybe it was the sound of his voice. Something definitely caught Trent's attention. Not once did that cold steel gaze leave Krice as he passed; The direction kept under survey even when his silhouette faded into the distance. What was it about the man? After a moment of thought, he asked Meri, "Do you know anything about the past? Does the name Forsaken Knights hold familiarity?"

Krice offered Meri a vague smirk in lieu of her words and returned her salute with a similar one of his own. " I'll do my best," he murmured, and continued on his way to let the woman and the stranger - to him - resume their conversation.

Krice exits west.

Meri was not native to this land, so Trent’s question is met with a shake of her head. Meri’s player, of course, recalls that name. “No, I don’t reckon I’ve ever heard that name before now...Should I have? What do ya know about them?” She didn’t think Trent knew all that much, but you never know. Meri couldn’t help but be intrigued, one day that curiosity was probably going to be the death of her.

Trent shrugs slighty, "Not much, sadly. I know that they were an army of days past. They were lead by two terrible beings who were some sort of avatar or demi-god in their own rights. Their army was vastly evil and it has been said they lead unnameable things from the pits of Hell. I know that there were wars with this army, and that one should not make it known they were associated with this group. Apparently such information could lead to execution." A glance was cast upon the ravine, "I was told that this badge may be tied to this army in some fashion. It is not fully clear, yet however."

Meri listens to Trent’s account of what he knows about this group. The male is regarded with another scrutinizing glance. “Well...just don’t go flashin’ that thing around then, yeah?” She gestures toward Cenril with a wave of her hand. “If things get to tense ‘round Cenril, come down to Gualon. Ya can lay low there.” An amiable smile is sent Trent’s direction. “Speakin’ of Gualon, I oughta head off there. Until next time, Trent.” And off she goes!