RP:We'll Take Our Business Elsewhere

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Synopsis: A trip into the local weapon shop does not end as planned.

Characters: Trent, Meri, Emilia

Location: Cenril

Date: March 19th, 2014


Cenril Weapon Shop

Trent enters into the shop with his hood lowered over his face, the metallic hand hidden within the confines of his jacket pocket. He hadn't recalled even stepping foot into this place before, and thought it may be something worth checking out. His gaze is first drawn to the interesting displays, head tilted backward to get a better view of the decor.

Meri turned when she heard the door of the shop open not once but twice. Emilia’s timid tone earns a lofted brow but an easy-going grin soon creeps across Meri’s red lips. “Emi. Glad you could make it out here. How are you doing?”

Meri also sees a Trent. His appearance earns a grin but it would seem all Meri's words are directed to Emilia. Serves Trent right for sneaking that post in like a ninja!

Emilia having not much moved from entering was easily hit with the door opening just behind her as Trent entered. A stumble in a diagonal path more into the shop. "Doing alright...I suppose. Yourself, Miss?"

Trent felt his ear drum penetrated by voices of a familiar sense, his attention falling upon the two women. "Oh. Hello." he offered, before then apologizing once he realize that he may have hit someone with the door. "Sorry." A weak smile, eyes once more roaming around the various tools of death.

Meri blinks in surprise when Emilia gets whacked by the door, blue eyes shifting between Trent and Emilia for a brief second, even though the gesture was far from intentional on Trent’s part. “Oh, hello yourself,” she says to Trent first, grinning just a bit, before looking back to Emilia, “I’m doing alright. Alive and kicking, I suppose that’s all I can really ask for.” And back to Trent. “How are you?”

Emilia ran her fingers through her blonde curls as freckled cheeks turned pink. A bit embarrassed at getting hit by the door. A smile was flashed at Meri as she tried to place the voice of the male. Then it hit her of where she knew him from. "You! Hello." Awkward greeting. "Enjoy the library?"

Trent nods as his survey continued, a few steps taken, booted heels clicking against the wooden floor. "I did, thank you. It was of much help." After a few moment, Trent turned to face the direction of the pair, answering Meri now. "I am well. Exploring a little more. Yourself?"

Meri thought about repeating the answer that she just gave Emilia, but in truth...she was far too lazy. Trent’s response comes in the form a grin and little more. “I asked Emi here to come out here for a bit of weapon shopping.” Those baby blues slide away from Trent now and back to Emilia, trying to keep the conversation flowing between both friends. “So you should look around...there are a lot of options here to pick from outside of a bow.” And boy was there a selection. Swords. Halberds. So on.

Emilia for a brief moment looked like Meri had just slapped her by that statement. "I don't know the difference between anything that isn't a bow." She admitted. To her, they were all just sharp weapons. Then looking toward Trent with a bright smile, "Can I see that hand of yours again?" Damn that curious side of hers.

Trent felt he was at a safe distance as he was standing a few meters away from both women. Slipping the hand out of his pocket, he held it up with the sleeve pulled back a tad. Unprovoked, four of the talon-like digits folded inward, leaving the middle finger the only one erect. An eye roll would follow these words, "Behave yourself or I will stick you back in there." The finger fell. "Weapon shopping is a good way to spend time." he then answered Meri.

Meri nods in agreement with Trent. The woman had no desire to tangle with Trent’s armored hand tonight, and thus when it makes an appearance Meri turns her attention back to the myriad of weaponry and thus putting her back to Emilia and Trent. Emilia is given plenty of time to sate her curiosity before running the risk of Meri trying to explain the differences between the basic weapon types.

Emilia made way to skip over to Trent where his hand was exposed to viewing. Last time she'd gotten away with touching it, but for now she's just stand close enough to look better at it. A finger reaching out as if to touch it, but stopped so close to it. That whole 'i'm not touching you' almost touch thing. "Meri, you suppose a bow could turn into a sword or other pointy weapon and vice?"

Trent eyed Emilia carefully, prepared to act should things turn dire. He could see the hand flexing its digits, yet no action came to light. A polite smile if given to Emilia before he lowered his hand and made his way to the counter, the leather sheathe draped across his back removed and laid upon the counter. The blackened, skull topped hilt was pulled backward, the crimson flat of the blade presented to the shopkeep with question posed, "Can I get anything for this?" The woman behind the counter glared at Trent, her face showing what appeared to be moral disgust. "I would not take such a thing even if you offered all of the gold in Lithrydel! Get out of my sight!" She would retort, spitting a large gob saliva onto his shirt. Slightly annoyed, perhaps a little angered, hilted the weapon and removed it from the counter, a light shrug offered to the pair that undoubtedly overheard the heated words.

Meri looks over her shoulder toward Trent and Emilia, attention drawn back to them because of Emilia’s question. “I mean...I guess I can’t say I know enough to rule it out. But I haven’t seen anything like it what you are talking about, that manner of dual purpose weapon...At least not with a bow. I figure if that were a practical technology, more archers would wield it....But maybe if you found the right mage and paid enough gold.” Yeah. That’s right. Meri just talks right over the heated outburst, trying to pretend like she doesn’t hear it. But she does because right after answering Emilia’s question, the tattooed woman ventures on to say, “You know, maybe this place isn’t worth our time or our coin.” Meri gestures to the door, looking first to Emilia and then to Trent, clearly suggesting they all depart.

Emilia would listen as Meri was talking about the idea of a duel weapon with a bow, but that she'd not seen of one. She might have to do some more looking into it to see if it could be possible. Life would be so much easier to only have to remember to carry one item over two. With the gesture Emi moved to exit out the door that Trent hit her with by accident earlier. All the while speaking to Trent in a rather rushed excited tone, "You should so start a thumb wrestling tournament...I bet that hand of yours would always win!" Such a silly notion, but she was not sure people even did such things anymore or how childish the game was. Once outside she'd respond to Meri, "Have you ever met one that isn't teachable?"

Trent turns to look over his shoulder, questions now brewing over what had transpired. He did not seem surprised, however. To Meri he smiled, a light nod in agreement. "Indeed." To Emilia he chuckled, the notion addressed, "I'm sure it would be a popular idea until some sore loser decides that I am cheating." As he followed out the door, the metallic hand lifted and once again, that rude gesture was displayed for the shopkeep. Justified?


Merchant Street

Emilia appears from the south. Meri appears from the south.

Meri offers Trent a smile in return before heading out the door herself. It was the shops loss! Meri had been prepared to spend a bit of gold were Emilia to find a weapon she liked. Once out the door, Meri answers Emilia, “No, I haven’t really. I mean, not if they really wanted to learn. If you want to learn, then you are teachable.” Blue eyes travel about the area, posing a suggestion of where to end up, rather than hanging out on the streets, “The Whaler?”

Emilia made a face that suggested that going to the Whaler was not the best idea. "Not allowed in there..." Emi stated with a faked smile that was all too silly looking. Then to Trent, "Oh, well, I still think it is a good idea. I will even offer you a duel. I've never lost one yet." A grin of sorts replaced that silly smile that she'd gave Meri.

Trent slung the rejected weapon over his shoulder. "Not the best of ideas. Not until I am sure that such a duel would not end in death." he replied to Emilia. He was dead serious about this, given the look on his shadowed face. To Meri he offered, "Anywhere you would like, really. I have no plans better than to wander."

Meri reaches up out toward that sword Trent just slung over his shoulders, curious to get a better look at it. She wiggles her fingers in a grabby motion to convey her demands that she wants to see the weapon. Why? Because Meri’s words are geared toward Emilia, “Why are you not? Who the hell says?”

Emilia nodded to Trent as she believed his words about the caution taken with that hand of his. "Eh, If I die then I die. Wouldn't be the first time something I've done could or should of killed me." A smile of a grin before stepping away from the grabby motion Meri. Surely she'd be in trouble for those words. "The bar keep owner person...you remember that time with the vampire? Yea...too much trouble got me banned."

Trent eyed Emilia suspiciously, his polite smile returning as he nodded. "Very well. Some day, then." With Meri's attempts, the blonde haired male gave her a look. The kind that would ask if she were serious, although hinting at perhaps a little jest. A light sigh, he remove the weapon from his shoulder and then the sheathe is resided in. The blade was of a crimson hue, and fairly long. All along the flat of the weapon were markings, archaic, of a dialect from times long ago. The edhe of the blade was trimmed in black, perhaps some sort of steel. The hilt was black much like the trim; Quite lengthy as well, signifying that it were best used with both hands. The guard had a peculiar shape, almost like wings, and the pommel was shaped into a very eerie skull. He offered it to the blonde haired woman, the hilt held out for her to take. Should she try to hold it two things would be of note: First the weapon helf little to no weight. So light that you would think a simple breeze could carry it away! The second, given her abilities, she may see a figure in tattered black robes; Much like a few nights prior.

Meri does indeed reach out to take said sword by the hilt. The vision offered by the sword is enough to temporarily halt the conversation. Unlike the prior night, this vision is not overwhelming or completely incapacitating. After a moment, Meri nods to Emilia, understanding, not wanting to risk putting the girl in harms way. “Not the Whaler then.” The woman looks from Emilia, to Trent, then back again, “I vote Trent make a suggestion then. He actually stays around this city.” Meri does not offer the sword back to Trent, not quite yet. She studies it in silence for the time being.

Emilia flashed Trent a bright smile as he agreed that at some point they would indeed have a thumb war duel. How silly of a thing to be excited about, but the human was. Blue eyes watched as Meri took the offered sword from Trent. It was an interesting looking item, but this time Emi kept her curious nature held back. Glancing back and forth from the two she shook her head at Meri, "Perhaps you two can enjoy the Whaler. I have things I should probably tend to anyways." A warm smile flashed to Meri.

Trent looks between the pair a moment before getting a sense of direction. Given that he had been facing the west, his naked hand lifted, one thumb aimed toward the east. "I would otherwise have suggested the coast. It is a nice area, and rather calm." he truthfully had no other ideas.

Meri gestures off in the direction of the coast, tossing Emilia a friendly grin. Still she keeps that sword for herself. “You sure? Coast could be a nice alternative. Your call, Em-girl.”

Emilia glanced toward the way of the coast that was suggested by Trent. Leaning in to Meri she'd whisper something to her because well, she didn't know Trent enough to share it out loud. Emilia whispered something to Meri.

Trent arches a brow as one took to whispering to the other, but kept silent. A gentle smile, eyes soon focused to the east.

Meri nods toward Emilia in light of the woman’s whispered words. It would seem the trio could come to no solid conclusion as to ‘where next’ since they had decided the weapon shop was not worth their time. “Okay then, no beach. Well....!” Meri was at a loss for ideas.

Emilia made it a point to ruffle Meri's hair with her hand before stepping away from her. "I should be going. A farm doesn't tend to itself." A wink was given to the two of them. Looking to Trent, "Well, was a pleasure to see you again, Sir. " She'd then offer her hand toward him for one of those hand shake things.

Trent seemed a bit confused, but then again, when wasn't he? Politely he took the departing party's hand, a gentle shake. "As it was you, miss. Do travel safely."

Meri shrugs toward Trent, as if this somehow addressed his confusion. With no real destination in mind still, Meri continued to linger out in front of the shop they’d just left. “You sure? Well. We’ll work out this weapon thing later. At a different shop. Maybe not in Cenril. Be thinking about it though. A sword is not the only option out there.”

Emilia shook the man's hand, but that shake turned into a quick friendly hug before she'd let go to hug Meri next. "I will give it thinking. Should you need me I will be playing in the mud again." With that she was taking off shortly on the borrowed horse.

Trent blinked, the hug was a little unexpected! He definitely did not seem the emotional, huggable type. A light chuckle is expelled as he spoke, "Nice woman. Friend of yours I take it?"

Meri slings an arm about Emilia, returning the hug like a normal person would. She’s not all awkward about it like Trent is. Once Emilia scampers off, Meri smiles to Trent and nods, “Oh yes. She is. Real sweet.”

Trent lifts his hands to remove his hood, his gaze held over Meri. Two fingers make a beckoning motion. "You done with that?" he asked, obviously referring to the sword. To her words he then adds, "She seems it. She helped me to the library some time ago."

Meri shakes her head to Trent when he asks about the sword, smirking wryly at the male. “Nope. I’m not done with it until you tell me why you are trying to sell off a perfectly good weapon. Probably better than a good chunk that you could buy around these parts.” That smirk widens. “Also, not until you decide where we are going. Seriously. Can we not stand outside the shop anymore? Awkward.”

Trent says, "I mentioned the coast. That seemed to be off the table with whatever she said to you." A chuckle. "I will tell you once we find a better place to loiter."

Meri gestures toward the coast with a toss of her chin and then starts that direction, giving that sword she has been holding ransom a few good test swings. She’s mindful of where Trent, not wanting to have any mishaps herself. “I guess it’s just not her favorite place to be. Her secret to tell, not mine.” Meri had no qualms with the coast.

Meri exits east.


Sandy Beach

Trent had tucked both hands into his pocket as per usual, keeping pace with the forever young woman. "Oh. Well, then I suppose I can understand. I would not pry, really." He knew what it was like to have secrets. The closer to the shores, the more of a cool breeze he would feel, his thoughts nearly lost on the walk. "I can not believe she spit on me." he finally says out of the blue.

Meri finally draws to a halt once they’ve reached a nice sandy clearing on the beach. That weapon is still not relinquished. Not yet. “I can’t believe you reacted as calmly as you did. I probably would have reached across the counter and decked her...but you know, that’s just me.”

Trent smirks at Meri. He had been learning that this woman was not no dainty. "I am sure that would have been quite amusing. I, myself, try not to start an altercation. I would rather not take an unnecessary chances, if you know what I mean?" Not far off from where they stand, the remnants of a campfire lay, the male slowly making his way over as he spoke. "While it was harsh, I did not expect any less of a reaction, I suppose. Just looking at the thing speaks volumes." He would leave things at that whilst he gathered spare driftwood, tossing it into the center of the blackened ash.

Meri trails after Trent, following him toward the remains of the campfire. While he tends to it by feeding it more wood, Meri drops down onto the sandy ground, laying the sword across her lap. “It does speak volumes. I touched it, saw something again. This time it was just one image. A figure in tattered black robes.” Meri’s gaze remains locked on Trent. “So why get rid of it?”

Trent blew into the dying embers, a small flame beginning to rise like a phoenix from the ashes. "Again? This is strange. It also confirms my thoughts. I don't think it's mine." Catching a dry piece of bark, the flame leaped, the fire now brought back from near death. Proud of himself, Trent then settled down next to Meri, his eyes trailing the crimson bladed weapon. "I wasn't really going to sell it. I wanted to see the shop keep's reaction. It weren't the first time it's happened."

Meri offers Trent a smile when he settles next to her, also holding out the weapon back to the male. Now that she had her answer, he was more than welcome to have it back. Women. “What makes you so sure that it’s not yours?” The woman’s gaze settles back on the flame.

Trent takes the blade and looks it over, a light, self cast reflection cascading down the flat of its surface. "I've had... dreams. Strange troubling dreams. I have seen the blade wielded by a winged stranger. One dressed in black...tattered..robes." He turns his cool gaze upon hers. "I don't seem like the robed type. Nor do I have wings. I think."

Meri considers the information in Trent’s answer, a thoughtful nod given to indicate she heard it. Questions are not immediately forth coming but they do come, it’s inevitable. “Is that all you have dreamt about? This figure?”

Trent shakes his head, now turning to watch the flame feast upon the wood, his expression mesmerized. "I have had many terrible dreams. Of war. Of darkness. Of things I do not recall. I have seen lands and buildings that make no sense. I have also seen things I wish not to see again..."

Meri turned her gaze away from the flame, letting it come to rest on Trent’s face, contemplating. Talk about one confusing puzzle. “So you think the blade is not yours...and perhaps that is not yours...” She points toward Trent’s gloved hand. “What of your amulet?”

Trent lifts a shoulder, his eyes haven't left those leaping flames. "I do not know. I can't even remove it. Three times now I have tried, three times I have become deathly ill and lost consciousness. There is a connection, but I can not quite figure it out." Finally he tore his attention away from the flame and settled upon Meri. "Ideas?"

Meri was unfortunately not well-versed in the ways of magic. The woman reaches out for the amulet in question, once more looking to try and touch said amulet...just to see if she couldn’t get another vision. Emphasis on the try. “I’ve one idea. Come to Gualon...soon, and we’ll talk more about it? There is a place...right in the city. It might be worth...the consideration. Could be good, could be bad. Speaking of Gualon...” She should probably be getting back to it.

Trent was on guard tonight. His right hand lifted and took the woman by the wrist, a gentle squeeze as his eyes met hers. "If you seek to make it home, I can not, in good conscience, let you do it." A weak smile, his head bobbing to her question, "I would be happy to. I am open to any ideas you may have, Meri. Appreciative as well." He held her gaze for a moment or two before those latter words caused him to look to the sky. "Ah, yes. It is...late. I would dare say you should probably head home."

Meri gives up her attempt to take hold of Trent’s amulet, nodding in consent. This time. The woman withdraws her hand and stands, offering Trent a smile. “We’ll talk about it later then. Good night, Trent, it was good seeing you as always.” Parting words spoken, Meri turns and makes that journey back to Gualon.


This would be the last time the two of them saw each other for quite some time...