RP:Are You Franky?

Synopsis: Meri has an unusual encounter with a strange character dragging around a bag of body parts.

Characters: Orphyn, Meri

Location: Cenril

Date: April 5th, 2016

Gushing of Water

Orphyn makes her way along the shoreline from the southern reaches of the beach, head to toe completely concealed in black leather. Every step she took was forced, the reason easily spotted- hefty hemp sack was being dragged through the sand behind her. A huff sounded her defeat from behind a crudely fashioned Smiley Face mask, the rope that kept the sack shut dropped immediately. She had been dragging this damn thing for so long, it was break time!

Meri still has the same rough and tumble look about her that she always has had. The woman is adorned in a dark pair of stained jeans. What those stains were made up of? Only Meri knows, there is a good chance that a chunk of it is ink from her work. Black boots, worn in and scuffed up. From where she stands on the beach, Orphyn is fairly easy spotted. Just a slide of a glance down the beach and there the woman is, sporting smiling mask and tugging a bag of....Does Meri even want to know? A brow is lifted as her mind trolls over what could possibly be in the bag. It was a body. Definitely a body. That woman looked crazy. Blame the mask.

Orphyn pulled out a little black pouch that happened to be tucked into her pocket, at the same time allowing those youthful features to get a bit of air when she lifted her mask up and let it rest upon the top of her head. Something was poured then onto the back of the assassin's hand and quickly inhaled through her nostrils with a loud snort- the act of which causing Orphyn to tremble momentarily while a sigh of relief escaped her ebon stained lips. Quite suddenly, without provocation, a shiny black boot was hoofed into the side of the sack. "Ass! Make me walk so far! Starting to hate these deliveries!" she shouted to herself. Suddenly, as if she carried a sixth sense, Orphyn began to look around. She could feel eyes upon her. Slowly Meri would come into view, the youthful assassin coming to stand very still and eye the stranger up and down in survey.

Orphyn used 1 pixie dust, depleting 1 stamina.

Orphyn looked at Meri.

Meri is pretty well convinced she is witness to something shady right now. First there is the fact that Orphyn just snorted something. Does Meri want to know what this something is? Just a little bit but she is not going to ask, not with the way Orphyn is presently eyeing Meri for looking at her. Standing equally still, Meri keeps those baby blues locked on the assassin for a few moments longer. Red lips part and words finally escape the tattooed blonde, "Whatever you are up to, I am witness to nothing. You were never here." A firm nod. Lovely assurance there, Meri dear.

Orphyn lofted her left brow. It was within the blink of an eye that Orphyn seemed to move. One moment she stood next to that mysterious sackm, the next she were standing only a mere foot away from Meri's form. How she got there is quite bizarre, as no path in the sand seemed to have been made. Eyes of a gray-blue were propped open wide, head tilted slightly to the right, those painted lips curled into a bit of a teasing grin. "But I am right here. And you are there. And if you are there, and I am here, then you must have witnessed something!" Suddenly the youth looked panicked and she took a step back, feeling various parts of her own body. "Wait! Am I.... am I invisible?! Did I disappear?! Oh no oh no oh no! No!" Like a switch she stopped. To her left she looked and spoke to none in particular. "Oh. Right. Ah hahahaha!" Once more that special brand of crazy looked over Meri. "You have pretty eyes." Her train of thought was all over the place, apparently.

Meri is not so accepting of the distance between them being limited to only a foot. Meri's reaction time is a quick and her response is to take one single, long stride back away from Orphyn. Let's not get too close there, crazy. The way the stranger rambles on in an manner that is entirely incoherent, with no real logic to the thoughts that seem to follow one another, well that does not really help Orphyn's case. "Uh huh..." Comes the answer from the red-lipped woman. "I think you need to lay off the...." Meri thumbs at her own nose to signal that Orphyn needs to lay off whatever she is snorting. "Thank you. I like my eyes too. They are quite nice, treat me well, you know." A glance to the bag. "So what are you doing?"

Orphyn was brought back to the task at hand when Meri asked of her current activities. "Oh! yes." She jogged over to the hemp-crafted sack and dragged it back toward where Meri stood. "I'm supposed to deliver this to Franky." Hopeful and wide-eyed she beamed at the tattooed woman. "Are you Franky? If so I have stuff for you!" Skepticism replaced her current expression when she thought about it. "Then again, you don't look like a Franky. Are you a friend? Did Franky send you? Changes to plans are supposed to be noted!"

Meri was never an honest woman. I mean that is not to say everything she says is a boldface lie. However, this question. Is she Franky? The honest answer of 'no, I am not Franky' is right there on the tip of her tongue....but that is not he answer that Orphyn gets from Meri. "Yeah, I am Franky." Why not. Go big or go home. "I know I don't look like a Franky but it is a nickname." Blue eyes flit over the the bag she has convinced herself contains a body. Wait, why did she just say she was Franky again? "So you have something for me. Bring it here."

Orphyn looked around briefly. There was no one else in sight. This was the spot, wasn't it? It had to be. Everything seemed to be in order, so this had to be the person she was delivering to. "Oh! Excellent!" Once more the assassin looked to her left, "Shhh. She said she is Franky, then she's Franky. Always so worried." As if it weren't all too peculiar, Orphyn smiled brightly at Meri and pulled a dagger from the sheathe at her hip as she moved the bag closer to the woman. It was large, jagged, and gave off a bit of a viridian glow as it was moved toward the rope keeping the sack closed. "Patchy said it was all here. I didn't check, though. It was all bagged up by time I got to the 'Corpse for my shift!" A single swipe of the jagged weapon cut loose the rope, the sack opening with a powerful stench blasting in Meri's direction. As the opening widened, Meri's suspicions could be confirmed as within the sack were body parts of various sorts. Most seemed to be small animal carcasses- cats, dogs, some rats and mice. Through the mess of matter bloodstained fur, something more familiar can be seen. A human hand? A tongue? "The ogre made a bit of a mess I hear. But Patchy salvaged what he could!"

Meri knew it. Deep in her gut she knew it. Why did she want to be Franky again? Those were the thoughts going through her head as she leans over to peek into that widened opening. It is a good thing Meri is not weak of constitution or else Orphyn might find herself wearing the contents of Meri's stomach all over her shoes. Both eyes grow wide and her nose wrinkles up in disgust. "That is gross. Just gross. What is wrong with you?" What a reaction for someone who is supposed to be Franky. "I am not Franky. Don't you think you should have some idea of who you are actually looking for?" Because clearly even any all John or Jane Doe can make the claim they are Franky with no problem. "What does this Franky freak want with all of this stuff?"

Orphyn looked.. well. Not upset. Not happy. Actually, she was rather emotionless. It might come off as a bit eerie with how she just stared at Meri. After a moment, Orphyn rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah yeah. You were right. Kiss my keester." Those words were obviously not for the tattooed woman. A huff escaped her ebon lips as the satchel was immediately shut, her head flicking forward to snap that mask down over her features. She was a little embarrassed. "It's not nice to lie. Liar liar.... you could burn alive in a fire." Another glance around the area was taken. If this wasn't Franky... then where was the person she was supposed to meet? "I just do what I am paid to do. Patchy goes 'Take this to Cenril. Franky will meet you here', so I take this to Cenril, expecting Franky to be here. No questions! Well. Some questions." The dingy yellow smiley face stared upon Meri for a few moments in silence before she asked, "If you are not Franky, who are you?" The woman's lattermost question would be addressed with a slight ho-humm. "Um. I don't know. I think he collects dead things. I think Patchy said Franky does necromancy."

Meri blinks. For numerous reasons. There is, first and foremost, the fact Orphyn keeps talking to herself. Kiss her Keester? No. Thank. You. Meri will just ignore that comment, as she is unclear as to who it is meant for. A second reason is that Orphyn just acknowledged Franky was probably a he. "Burn alive in a fire. There could be worse ways to go." Though that was pretty high up there on the scale of painful was to die, Meri figures. "Least it isn't a boring way to go out." Who was she? Admittedly Meri feels rather inclined to lie again, give the woman a fake name for a second time in one sitting. It is with a moment of contemplation that she actually offers up, "The name is Meri. Who are you?"

Orphyn was still brandishing that dagger in hand. The grip she had on the thing seemed quite tight, almost anxious. She could probably use it at any given moment- was she holding back? A long drawn out sigh were loosened from her lungs, the weapon once more re-sheathed. "Mmmmmeri. Meeeri. Meri Blueberry!" she exclaimed quite happily. "You can call me Orphyn! And this my bestest buddy SiN!" she offered, thumb pointing to her left. "But you probably can't see her. Everyone says she's not there. But someone saw her once!" Curious, the leather-clad woman asked, "Are you from here, Meri Blueberry? Are you a Cenrillian too?!"

Meri sees that dagger. It is pretty impossible not to. Meri's reaction to it is minimal at best. She is not going to fuss and make a big deal if the weapon to the already anxious woman...but she is also not jumping for joy to get closer to her either. Want a hug, Orphyn? Yeah. Nope. A hand is lifted with index finger extended to try and halt those thoughts in a 'wait one minute' fashion. "We are not doing any of this Meri Blueberry stuff. You can call me Meri. That is it. No Meri Blueberry. No Meri Berry. Just Meri, alright?" Alright cranky! Cool your jets! Another step or two is taken away from Orphyn, like she were half contemplating a departure, or she was trying to avoid a potential shanking. Or both. "I am not actually from Cenril. Just a wanderer."

Orphyn 's head bobbed left and right, muttering something under her breath. Was she.... mocking the woman's attempt at scolding her? " Fiiiiiiine. Mmmmmmeri." A cough escaped, something issued with it. Did she just say Blueberry? Maybe. Although the other couldn't see it, Orphyn had a big ol' grin under her mask. "Ooooh a wanderer. Well! Welcome welcome welcome! Cenril is a lovely city! I used to live here. Still do. Sorta. They used to look for me. But not no more!"

Meri did not seem riled up by Orphyn's attempts to mock her, if in fact that is what the rather insane seeming woman was doing. Between the introduction to the imaginary friend that Meri was not even going to acknowledge, the way Orphyn talks to herself, and the mask...Meri has decided this woman was well off her rocker. To the point where she could and maybe should be institutionalized. "So you have a city looking for you, eh? Is that why you are wearing the mask?" Seemed to make since in Meri's mind. "So do Franky and Patchy even exist? Or are they like your friend SiN? All in your head?"

Orphyn 's hidden expression turned south; Evidence only in her chipper tone suddenly taking a dive into cool and dismissive tones. "They don't exist in my head. They don't. Someone saw SiN once. They really did! But then they died." Slender shoulders shrugged. "I don't know is Franky exists. I was told to meet them here to deliver these things. Patchy does exist. He is known well in Vailkrin. If you go there... to the city of creepy things... you go to the Corpse. You see a one eyed bartender, you say to him, 'Patchy, Orphyn said she would buy me a drink. Put it on her tab', okay? He will know me as much as I know him." Booted toes swept the sand at her feet as she added, "Not the whole city. Just... the guards at the home. They used to. It has been a long time though, so maybe not anymore. They don't care anymore. They probably think I'm dead." Ophyn tapped on her mask, "But...just in case."

Meri smirks, albeit a bit dryly, as Orphyn attempts to defend herself. SiN exists! Patchy exists! Franky might not, but Patchy totally does! Meri is not going to go down to vamp-town to find out if this existence of Patchy is real or not. She has already made her assumptions and form her opinions...like a jerk. "Alright, alright. If you say so." If you say so. Wasn't that one of those comments people make when they are lying about belief? There Meri goes. Lying again. Tsk, tsk. "Maybe I will head down there and meet this Patchy sometime." Another lie. "But for now? I am going to venture off and find myself a stiff drink."

Orphyn didn't seem exactly too phased. in fact, her emotions were once more flipped on their head as she straightened her posture and exclaimed, "Okey dokey! I will find Franky! He might be lost." One hand lowered and grasped the sack of body parts by the neck, the other lifted in a furious wave. "Take care! Maybe we will see each other again! Goodbye Meri Blu-" she almost did it, but immediately caught her faux pas and turned it into some sort of awkward humming. "-blublublu doo be doo be doooo." Like a happy oblivious idiot, Orphyn wandered off down the coast in search for 'Franky'.