RP:Connections

This is a Rogue's Guild RP.

Summary: Meri officially joins the Rogue's Guild.

Cenril's Streets

Meri is not immediately visible on the streets of Cenril, for she is not loitering or lurking without aim or purpose today. The woman is in fact here on business, and in the scheme of things that Meri has managed to involve herself, this business in particular is fairly honestly. That business has her within the Realty Headquarters at present, except the office is closing and she is being ushered out with a handful of various listings in hand. "Okay, alright. I will look these over. And I'll come back later, earlier in the day." The female real estate agent trying to get Meri out the door smiles, nods and can't get the door closed fast enough. Eager to get home much? Evidently. Now that Meri is standing on the streets of Cenril in front of the Realty Headquarters, she gives pause ,ad looks first to the south and then to the north, as if contemplating what she wanted to do next. Grab a drink at the Whaler and look these over? Go home and look these over? One way or another she had listings in her hand that she needed to examine.

Eleanor was heading north along that narrow strip of road, coming from the bank and likely returning to the club after depositing her laundered money into an account. It was the first day in ages she’d taken care of the club’s account on her own, rather than delegate it to the assistant manager, but things felt different for the spell-rogue today. Like a shift in the breeze coming off the ocean. The woman was alone as she came within view of the realtor’s office, lacking the usual smirking werewolf or hungrily observant tiger. Dressed in tight black pants over which hung the tattered remains of her cerulean skirt, the same-hued leather lace-up half-vest was visible covering at least part of her torso, and from her neck hung a simple-seeming pendant, the only jewelry she wore today apart from the copper bead securing the single braid coming from her left temple, not counting her iron diadem which was more utility than show. As her celadon twins came to focus on Meri, both flaxen brows shot high, whatever distracted expression that had previously dominated her features seemed to melt away as a sly smile now pulled at her full lips. “Wa, awrite thaur, loove,” El called out in a pleasant-enough tone, though a closer inspection would betray the weariness that still clung to her sunkissed features, or the guarded way in which she still kept a reasonable distance between herself and Meri. “Bin a speel since Ah've seen yer brammer coopon,” the spell-rogue purred out as she let her gaze stumble over the other tattooed blonde’s features, her smile growing a shade coy. “Whit brings ye aroond these parts,” El soon added as she looked toward the listings the other carried. “Thooght ye waur livin' it up ower in Larkit noo?”

Meri is greeted with an accent heavy enough that it is as impossible to mistake as it is to understand. The lack of Leo's presence is not thought of, for she usually encounters Eleanor sans the company of others anyway. Human company at least, she has met with Tuna more than she has Leoxander. Meri does not inquire about the feline either. "I fancy myself quite the traveler, even if I do own a business and have been living out in Larket, yeah." Those papers are given a bit of a wiggle, "Besides, I am looking at expanding upon my current business with a second space, of sorts." These were plans she disclosed to Eleanor once upon a drink in Rynvale, or at least Meri thinks she might have already spewed these details. Mistaken or not, she does not expand because of this idea." A toss of her chin has her motioning northward, as if suggesting the both of them should move in that direction (or keep moving in that direction in Eleanor's case). "Me outside of Larket is not that odd, not worth commenting upon at least. You out of Rynvale though? I thought you were busy trying to make some things happen?"

Eleanor ‘s smile turned into a wicked grin as she listened to Meri’s tales of wanderlust as far as business enterprises went, and she quirked a brow. “Issat sae?” Indeed she did recall hearing about such ideas before, even with the dust and drink and dehydration dulling her senses, and furthermore she did recall wanting to exploit Meri’s particular talents even more. There was no hesitation offered as she joined alongside the other blonde headed north, and she angled her glassgreen gaze toward the other askew before offering up anything more. “Indeed,” she began, her tone lowered and almost conspiratorial, like she was sharing with Meri some secret. “Leo an' Ah thooght it safe tae come haur when we realized somethin' was up wi' everythin' ye bevvy in Rynvale, but ... whatever it was, it's stuck tae us loch glue.” She gave a shrug that brought out the slightest wince, but the walls she’d put up were thick, a tough facade on that sun-speckled countenance as she leveled her gaze anew toward the other. “We've bin stayin' at mah auld place, hangin' it at th' Office, but …” It was then that she fixed her eyes ahead of them, a tension in her jaw that the spell-rogue herself couldn’t quite account for, like something wasn’t quite right, and hadn’t been for a while. It nagged at the back of her mind, tickled at the nape of her neck, but she shrugged it away to spare a crooked smile for Meri’s benefit. “Coods use someain wi' yer connections, ye ken,” she continued, hooking her thumbs around her wide leather belt. Cue another attempt at a nonchalant shrug and ensuing subtle flinch of pain. “Wi' Callum.” Beat. “Wi' ... certain jobs.”

Meri wasn't willing to travel too far northward, it's not like she was about to walk Eleanor all the way back to the Office. That being said, Meri's steps are slow and her stride is small, she was in no hurry for she did not want to be taken too far past the exit of Cenril. Again, she was in no hurry, so that time was not yet near -- she was just mindful of the fact that their paths would have to separate at some point. "Yeah, seems that the lands are all sorts of crazy right now. Larket with their baby madness. Cal and I went congratulate Josleen on her son? I swear Cal told me he could only be a couple weeks old, but that kid was definitely a couple months old. Happening all over Larket too...Suppose feeling dehydrated...could have been worse? Not sure what area got it worse...I think it is kind of a toss up between Chartsend and Larket to me." Meri shrugs, letting the subject of the torments plaguing the lands fall to the side. There was nothing that Meri could do about it, she was no mage and could not even begin to pinpoint why this was happening. So Meri too lets the topic shift to business, "I suppose that I can't go speaking for Cal or nothing. You're going to have to pin the man down for that conversation. But based on what we were talking about before? He seems interested in helping you. I mean..unless you'd rather be working with Zed. And yeah, I mean I already have a pretty solid working relationship with..." Hudson. "So why not you too?"

Eleanor didn’t move with any haste either - in fact, her steps were probably even slower than their usual casual pace. It had been one thing to be just dehydrated, but her magic was a complex thing and she was suffering the consequences still. At least now … she could think a little clearer than the previous few weeks, even if physically she felt as though she’d been run over by a herd of horses. Nodding to Meri, the spell-rogue replied, “Yeah, Ah intend tae, but Ah meant - ye brooght heem tae me, didne ye? Ye also brooght me information oan Rynvale, an' ... other jobs aam sure, yoo've bin quite thrang.” She pursed her lips into a tempered smirk, before tossing the other blonde’s way a sly, “Eh'd loch tae invite ye tae wark fur me, nae jist fur dust but ... onie other things Ah main be able tae send yer way. Startin' tae gie somethin' gonnae haur, an' Ah coods use ye, Meri.” Her celadon twins glinted with mischief and intrigue as she produced a small necklace from one of the hidden pockets of her belt. It was simple in design, with a plain disc on a chain that would, when worn, reveal the same necklace hanging from El’s neck. And upon tactile interaction it allowed the wearer to adorn a shadow-laced hooded cloak/disguise and would also function as the key to the guild’s soon-to-be-revealed headquarters, upon the completion of their construction. “Sae we're game?” she winked as she offered the cloak necklace to the psion. “Aw that's left is tae pick a name.”

There would be a bit of a nonchalant shrug, by now Meri couldn't even keep straight which tasks she had done for Eleanor or for Hudson, there were a few completed between the both of them. It would seem that Meri is gaining quite the collection of necklaces to born worn as of late. Prior to this, she came into possession of certain gold medallion that was worn by one Don Santiago. It was tacky, (what gold chain was not?) and it definitely clashed with Meri's style. Hell, it even clashed with the current pendant that Eleanor was offering Meri. That is neither here nor there, though, Meri is not going to turn down the necklace that Eleanor is offering, it is taken within the grasp of her hand and secured around her neck after she gives it scrutinizing look. "All that's left is to pick a name, eh?" is repeated as she gives this necklace it's examination, fastening it around her neck once she is satisfied she has studied the finer details of the disc necklace. "Well let's see. I guess I am rather inclined to pick one of my favorite but lesser known nicknames, Inks." Intentional to an extent, for Meri knew there was at least one other woman in the lands who liked to lay claim to that nickname. They have met before, it was an interesting experience, but even though Meri is tall for a woman she does not compare to Inks in height. "Unless you've got something else you want to toss out."

Eleanor’s steps came to a stop altogether - conveniently just shy of the gates upon which spied the town’s meager guard complement, shielded by buildings and the deepening shadows they afforded the tattooed duo. “Och aye,” the spell-rogue agreed, inclining her chin as she considered the name. “Inks.” The repeated nom de plume bore the thick accent of her tongue, almost turning the ‘s’ into ‘sh’. She didn’t know of this other woman who also went by the name, but that was neither here nor there; El believed it would suit Meri just fine, and her full lips spread into a wide grin as she leaned for the moment back against the outer wall of the nearest building, playing up the secrecy of their agreement as she postponed stepping out under the guard houses. This would be where they parted ways, for obvious reasons. “I'll be lookin' fur yer boyfriend suin,” she added, tying back to their previous conversation, and lowered her chin toward her sternum. “An' ye an' Ah will gab mair.” After. Her gaze shifted a scant degree, the smirk fading subtly. El hesitated, finding it difficult to shift gears from business to something a bit more personal. In the end, she lowered her tone and parted with a guarded, “Hae ye seen Leo lately?”

Meri comes to a halt right as Eleanor does, which would have occurred one way or another. The two women have already established that their paths will be splitting right around this point. A nod is given to Eleanor at the mention of seeking her beau out. The inquiry about Leo catches Meri offguard, for any information about Leo and El has not filtered back to Meri until this point. El does not know where Leo is? Was this cause for alarm? Or? “No, I have not seen him since we were all out in Rynvale.” At a meeting in the JR. “Is everything alright? Should I send him your way if I happen to stumble across him?” Which was an unlikely scenario. Meri spent most of her time working with Eleanor and Hudson, her interactions with Leo have always been a rare occurrence. The psion would wait for Eleanor’s response to this inquiry, but a step was taken away from the spell-rogue because their conversation was finding it’s close and the both of them had busy agendas to tend to. Regardless of what answer Eleanor would give, yes send Leo my way or no don’t, Meri would accept the response with a nod. She was tempted to stay and pester Eleanor with a few nosy questions on the matter, but also to an extent she realized it might be rubbing salt into a wound.