RP:Nothing From Nowhere, I'm No One at All

Synopsis: The first meeting of an Artist and an Amnesiac.

Characters: Trent, Meri

Location: Overlooking Gorge, Cenril

Date: Jan. 12th, 2014

Overlooking Gorge

Trent slowly comes into view. His path shaky, uneven- some sort of hangover perhaps? Blonde strands drape the back of a silver gauntlet that seems to be clutching the side of his head. His pace slows, the cold blue of his gaze lifting as he takes a survey of his surroundings; First the chasm, and soon upon the other humanoid that happened to be present. Calculating, possibly confused, the man ceases his movement and simply stares as if trying to identify any sort of familiarity..

Meri strolls into the area, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket and gaze tilted toward the ground. At first, it would seem the woman is lost amongst her own thoughts as she travels along but her gaze comes to rest on Trent, catching some movement out of her peripheral vision. She wasn't unaware of her surroundings. Her trek back to Gualon is delayed as the woman comes to a stop, eyebrow lofted while baby blues study the male. "Ya look like hell..." she finally ventures to say, though warily. There were all sorts in these lands.

Trent doesn't say anything at first. Lids slip to shield his eyes from a passing wind, a slow breath filling his lungs. The silver encased hand falls to his side and is mostly then concealed by the leather sleeve of his jacket. "...Where am I?" he asks, disregarding her observation. The naked digits of his right hand adjust the strap of the satchel hanging across his chest to a more comfortable position.

Meri is also silent for a time. In her case, her silence is a thoughtful one as baby blues scrutinize Trent's skull, looking for signs of recent head trauma. The woman furrows her brows. "Ain't never a good question to be askin'." The woman removes a hand from her pocket, gesturing to the east with a wave of her hand. "Yer just outside a city called Cenril. Kinda a rough sorta place though, so if ya ain't feelin' yer prime I don't recommend takin' no strolls. Might just find some ruffians lookin' for trouble." A beat. "Ya got a name?"

Trent glances toward the east in tune with the woman's gesture. "Cenril... I... it is familiar, yet evading." Allowing his attention to befall the woman, the golden haired stranger begins to dip his gauntlet clad hand into the the left side pocket of his jacket. From within a small metal badge is produced. It was silver and well polished by the shine. The features of which was a sword piercing a skull from the top, the letters F and K on either side. Near the bottom was the word Trent with three stars, almost military or rank-like. He held it out in the flat of his palm, "I am uncertain if this name belongs to me, or another."

Meri finally approaches, stepping close enough to Trent that she can get a clear view of the details of the sword. "Trent, eh?" Even if her grammar was far from amazing, the woman could at least read. "Well Trent, the name is Meri." The woman extends a tattooed hand toward Trent for him to shake. "And it sounds like ya probably took a bump to the noggin' or somethin'." If she had to speculate on what happened. It really could be anything. "And by the sounds of it ya don't know yer way 'round the area and ya probably don't got yerself no where to stay, do ya?"

Trent seems hard pressed to find the proper words. Like a parrot, he mimics "Trent." Taking his turn to study the small badge, he finally replies. "Meri? It is fortunate to meet you, Meri. I... no. I haven't the slightest idea of where I go from here." Attempting to be polite, things suddenly take a turn for the worse. The metal encased hand suddenly snaps outward, grasping the woman by the wrist, the strength nearly crushing. In turn, the pendant fastened round his neck begins to pulsate a strange, azure blue. Once realized what was going on, his free hand lifted and quickly tugged the other away. "By the Gods! I apologize! I have no idea what got into me!" he offers, startled. The metal fingers retreat, curling into a fist.

Meri 's eyes grow wide as she finds that Trent takes her wrist rather than her hand and boy did his grip hurt. It hurt enough that the woman actually cried out in pain, struggling to try and pull her wrist free but with no luck. Not until Trent pries his hand off of her wrist. The woman distances herself from Trent, frowning deeply. This was the second time she had tried to do some manner of a good deed only to be repaid with abuse! Geez. The woman was certainly thinking twice about her current endeavors. "What the hell....!" even with Trent's apology, she couldn't help her little outburst, rubbing her now red wrist gingerly.

Trent seemed frantic at first, quickly tucking the guilty appendage into his pocket. "I have no... I am not sure. It was... an accident? That must be it. I bare you no ill will... I think..." Confusion settled in over his feature, the pendant settled now. "No. I insist that I bare you no ill will. I do not even know you." Throat flexing, Trent swallowed hard, now unsure how to correct the issue he had created.

Meri wasn't so keen on believing Trent. He didn't sound confident, it almost sounded like he was more trying to reassure himself than he was trying to reassure her. The woman presses her lips together, skeptical. Despite her better judgement, despite that feeling that she'd probably just be better off walking away now, the woman says, "Look, I'll just show ya to the Inn in Cenril and then be on me way, alright?" Several long steps are taken away from Trent and toward Cenril, pausing to see if he was actually going to follow or not....that and she didn't really want to turn her back to the male for an extended period of time.

Trent nods affirmatively, lifting the leather hood of his jacket over his head. "Your assistance would be appreciated." he replied. The battered heel of his boots lifted, his tag-along journey getting underway. "Again, I am sorry for my actions. It was an accident, surely." he applied once more.

Meri leads Trent east into Cenril. The woman is mostly silent, still not entirely sure of what to make of the male. "Yeah, look. Don't worry. It'll heal. Let's just not make a habit of it though, yeah?" Already the red of her wrist was turning purple, forming a bruise, though at faster rate than you would expect from your standard human. Though she would be keeping all of her limbs well away from Trent for a good long while, you know, should they have repeat encounters. Anyway, Meri's player is not into posting like every room during these walking-type RPs, so she goes east quite a few rooms! Meri exits east.

Entrance to Cenril City

Trent follows patiently. For some time silence; Embarrassment, or perhaps observation, his sight trying to take in everything he can in case of finding something minutely familiar. Upon reaching the entrance the man stares upon the gates, eyes widening as if he could sense something of recognition. "Cenril." he repeated, recalling the word she used earlier. "Something tells me I have been here before." he starts, trying to offer up some conversation. "I think. Do you.. live here, Meri? Or are you a visitor?"

Meri still had her doubts about Trent so this conversation was met with hesitant responses. Booted feet turn northward, continuing them along their night time walk through the city. The entire time, Meri's eyes are scanning the shadows, looking for signs of movement or trouble. "I stayed at the very inn I am takin' ya too for a time. Few months. Takin' to stayin' in Gualon but I travel through here to Rynvale a lot too. Y'know, tend to go where the work takes me.....What makes ya think ya have been here before?"

Trent lifts a shoulder as they pass through the gated entrance, his shadow crested gaze drifting over each and every new piece of landscape. "I don't know. A feeling. Something deep down, if that makes any sort of sense." The two words used suddenly pique the man's interest, a motor driven response falling almost silently to Gualon, "Tainted." Without having noticed the admission from his lips, he asks, "Gualon? Another city? And what of Rynvale? I do not recognize these name either. Are they far?" His eyes shift over the woman's form, his pace keeping up with hers.

Meri exits north.

West Beloy Street

Meri swings her satchel about so that she can rummage through it while she walks. The woman finds a smaller bag in there, this one containing a number of coins. Just how much is given a brief glance, some are removed and dropped into the larger satchel. The small coin sack is then deftly tossed toward Trent, assuming the male is probably also in need of coin for his stay at the inn, "To get to Rynvale just hop ship down at the Cenril docks." She gestures off in that direction. "Gualon is back the way we came. Right where we met? Ya just go south a ways, then through the swamp." Meri also motions off that direction with a wave of her hand.

Trent doesn't quite catch the satchel on the first attempt, finding out quite fast that his dominant hand would be the one tucked into his pocket. "Thank you." he first says, after having picked up the gift and examining the contents. Once tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, Trent rolls his shoulders to adjust the strap of the weapon that hung off of his back. "Very well." he finally replies when directions are given. "Perhaps there are answers in these places. I suppose my search will begin in... Cenril." As the pair came upon the Inn, the hooded male looks upward at the building he was to room in, an attempt at seeking to trigger any form of memory. Nothing.

Meri exits east.

Outside the Inn

Meri comes to a stop outside of the Inn, gesturing northward with a toss of her chin as if to indicate this was the place. "Well, Trent. I do hope ya find some answers. If ya ever venture out to Gualon, feel free to see if ya can't find me. Stayin' in a place real close to the orphanage." Meri smiles pleasantly enough toward Trent, despite their previous awkward situation.

Trent, for the first time in the evening, allows his lips to curl into a light smile. "Thank you again, Meri. When my journey takes me there, I will seek you. I will also pay you back for the polite gesture." he says, tapping the left side of his chest where the few coin were stored. With the same unadorned hand, he extended it out to her for a proper shake- or at least he hoped. "Appreciate this."

Meri waves off any talk of needing to pay her back. The offered hand is eyed for a moment before Meri reaches out for Trent's, braving a second attempt at a handshake. She's hoping this time there will be no pain involved for her. "Don't worry 'bout payin' me back none. Ain't expected." She didn't spare that much anyway. Enough for a room for a few nights and a few good meals.

Trent almost wanted to shut his eyes, uneasy the feeling that came over him as their hands met. He wasn't sure what to expect. Fortunately for both parties, this time all seemed normal. "May the Gods of this land bless you in your travels, then." he says in turn, hand lowering. The metal encased appendage that was the left finally emerged from his pocket, another glance given to the badge held firmly in his grip. There was something unsettling about the whole thing, this feeling showing through his now quieted voice. "Take care Meri... I am sure we will cross paths once again." With that, the stranger pressed past the doorway to inquire about a room.