RP:Inadvertent Stress

Synopsis: With incessant prodding, Trent manages to piss Meri off.

Characters: Trent, Meri,

Location: Cenril

Date: April 8th, 2016

The Whaler's Bar

Trent sat along the eastern side of the wall. That cool gaze stared out into the city streets, a plethora of contemplations seeming to dance amongst his thoughts whilst that silver donned appendage gently drummed its fingertips atop the table. Every now and again the golden haired male would break his idle daydreaming to take a sip of whatever beverage was in the ceramic cup before him; Given that there was a small pot in front of him and some tea bags, it wouldn't be hard to guess what the beverage happened to be.

Meri happened into the tavern at the same time that Trent was in here. The man wasn't immediately noticed, Meri first wanders her way over to the bar to collect a drink for her own self. A short glass of whiskey. Accomplishing that much, the woman turns and abandons her current spot at the bar, weaving through the crowd to find a more solitary seat. That's right about when she notices Trent is there and that's about when she gives up her quest for a solo seat. She just joins the man where he is sitting. Sort of. She asks first, once she is close enough, "You mind?"

Trent was far too unobservant of all that were happening around him at the moment. He could have had his possessions taken right under his nose! It was Meri's familiar voice that would bring the man crashing back to his earthly body; a soft-hearted polite smile accompanied by a nod. "By all means." The rapping on the table ceased, that silver-clad hand falling deadly still. "How does this evening find you, Meri? have you been well?"

Meri 's gaze falls rather skeptically to that iron hand of Trent's, she's not entirely forgotten certain statements made from past conversations. That thing has attacked her before. In the past she was more prone to provoking it but tonight? She'll just sit on the side opposite of that dang thing just to err on the side of caution. "So are you sitting in a bar and drinking tea? Isn't that like...against bar rules? Shouldn't you be thrown out or something?" Red lips twist into a smirk.

Trent eyes Meri, one brow lifted as his lids halve themselves. "Shhh. I am still happy that the owner does not remember the last time I was in here. I was nearly banned!" A soft chuckle escaped, although that particular memory was not exactly a happy one. His gaze fell in turn to the woman's drink, his head bobbing, motioning toward it. "Last I recall, you had been quitting the stuff. But I guess Amnesia has its perk, hmm?" He winks in jest.

Meri 's blue eyes drop down to the drink in hand. This was something that Meri was trying to wrap her mind around. Give up drinking? She seemed to love her booze so much, and her cigarettes. Two vices that she woke up with clean cravings for despite the amnesia. "Oh..." Meri says. This thought is punctuated with a nice, long, hearty sip from her glass of whiskey. "Well, I don't know why in the world I would want to go doing that. Seems like a fine past time to me. What was I thinking with that nonsense?"

Trent laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't recall, exactly. I'm not sure you actually told me the reasoning. Regardless, I'm sure it hardly matters now. Nothing wrong with a bit of drink now and again. Even if the taste... is often something acquired." Leaning back in his chair, Trent begins to fidget with his amulet, steel blue of his gaze looking over the woman quite carefully. This all still felt a little surreal, that so much time had passed and yet, it felt like he had never even left. And to further the mystery, the closest thing he had to a friend had no idea whom he even was- relatively speaking, of course. Lips parting, Trent finally spoke. "So what were your plans this evening, if I might ask? To relax and get away for a bit? Had you planned on meeting someone?"

Meri responds to each question lobbied her way with a shake of her head or a shrug. What were her plans? Head shake. Nothing. To relax and get away for the evening? Shrug. Were you planning on meeting someone? Head shake. All of these gestures are expanded upon with, "I don't know, no real solid plans or anything. Just sort of cruising around, seeing where my feet take me. Hard to relax and get away from it all, you know? Because like, what am I trying to get away from?" She doesn't remember, and there was no escaping that fact. "And meeting someone? I've met a few people I guess...Mostly just one off encounters. Except for you and Emilia. I've seen you two a couple of times...." Well Emilia not so much lately. Hm. May need to look into that one.

Trent took a sip of his tea as he listened. "Ah. That, I suppose, I can understand quite well. Perhaps more than most around here." A stern nod. His face then lit up as he heard a quite familiar name. "Emilia?... That is someone I have not seen in quite some time. Two years, I suppose. The last we were all together, I believe we, rather I, was booted out of the weapons shop not far from here." He chuckled. "I hope she is faring well?" Suddenly his expression turned quite serious as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to just above a whisper. "Meri... I've been thinking. I am curious.. do you... still have... abilities?"

Meri lifts a brow at the question Trent poses to her. She has abilities, sure, but the question was so vague that she wasn't entirely certain what sort of abilities Trent was implying. "Sure seems like you go getting kicked out of a lot of places....I have several abilities, I guess. You know. The ability to draw. The ability to talk. The ability to ink tattoos into people without completely screwing up the job." She cracks a bit of a smirk. "What are you trying to get at here?"

Trent shook his head. "No, no. I mean... powers." Seating himself straight up, the gauntlet wearing blonde, explained himself. "Over the time we grew to know one another, you exhibited a couple of peculiar... powers. One was the ability to heal yourself at a more rapid pace than most. I recall a night where... you... were attacked... nothing serious, and the wound began to close on its own. And then there was a day that you came down to the Rynvale docks to visit." He eyed that more mischievous appendage. "I was a bit clumsy and most of dropped my pay nearly into the sea; Yet you stopped this. With some sort of power from your mind. The entire bag floated in mid air, and you were able to control its direction. Those are the sort of abilities I mean."

Meri bites down on the inside of her bottom lip as Trent elaborates. There is a very slow and hesitant nod to answer this question, like it was one of those 'yes, but' sorts of things. "I mean it's not like I really control it...It just happens, if it happens...." The woman begins to shift about where she is seated, her baby blue eyes fixing themselves on her drink instead of Trent at this moment in time. "Why do you ask?"

Trent notes the hesitation; They way she seems to withdraw into that hardened exterior when the subject was brought up. Still, he maintained his train of thought. "Long ago... we had an incident together. And I... want to repeat that incident. You see, the last time you grasped this pendant..." He motions to the metal-housed crystal dangling from his neck, "I believe you saw things. I'm not exactly sure what, as you did not quite fully say. But I believe they were memories of sorts. I just think... that maybe... if you do this again, it might yield some sort of results?" Trent swallowed hard, his cool gaze never once leaving the blonde haired woman. "It's just... the last time you did this, there was a bit of a trade-off. You became somewhat weak. And you developed a very severe headache. Look, I don't even know if it will work, but I suspect that if it had that effect last time, it... might jostle something loose." he tried to offer a comforting smile as he added. "Of course, this would be your call. I don't want you to do anything you are unsure of."

Meri does not fully process everything that Trent is saying -- there are a lot of variables and holes for the woman to try and fill in and given that she has no present memory? Well that is a challenge. Those eyes shift from her drink to the pendant about his neck in contemplation. Yet, for the very same reason she has not taken Banto up on his offer, Meri very sternly shakes her head. "No," she states a little too quickly. "I mean, let me think about it, okay? It' not like I have to give you an answer tonight or anything, right?" She knew the answer, he basically just answered that question already for her with the 'don't want you doing anything your not certain of.'

Trent completely understood. In fact, he couldn't actually believed he had brought the idea up. back then, it was Meri that wanted to touch the thing and he was always forbidding interaction with it. It could be assumed that this was an act of desperation. He missed the friend he came to know those years ago. "I'm sorry." he finally stated after a few moments of silence. "I know this is all strange. And you do not know me, as I claim to know you. We are... strangers, in effect. I guess.. I did not know what else to suggest."

Meri might have gone and grabbed that strange glowing pendant had Trent not gone and told her the potentials and possibilities. Like way to run a woman off there, bro! (the fact that her player just wrote that in this context probably means bed time is approaching) So here is what we are going to do. Meri's brows sort of knit together in frustration as Trent pushes on with the subject. "I mean, I know I don't know you. And I know you know me. And I am sorry that sucks but like....why do we need to rush off and try and fix me?" Her confusion only grows, through no fault of Trent's. At this point, the ball of frustration was just rolling downhill. Trent had just given it a little bit of a nudge and there it goes. "Didn't we just talk about this the other day? I thought we were going to head out to Xalious? And I...I don't know, not focus on this s*** at all?" That's right Meri, avoid the problem. Avoid it. To her feet she goes, "You know what, I'm out. I can't deal with this tonight." Unless Trent had final words, she's was going to huff her way out the door.

Trent felt really bad. The look in his eyes said it all. How could he be so stupid? The man made no attempt to speak. He made no attempt to right his wrong. He just sort of sat there, like a scolded dog, turning his head away and taking the woman's anger in full. If he had a tail it probably would have been tucked between his legs. As Meri began to make her exit, Trent let loose a long exhale and stared out the window, taking the time to dwell upon his colossal blunder.