Remiel
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Finding myself
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Post by Remiel on Aug 20, 2013 5:05:59 GMT -5
Red hair, eyepatch... there.
Remiel was but a greenhorn in the business, but he had a working understanding of guilds... and how this place, Port Hargeon, was the headquarters of one such organization: Lamia Scale. He had not felt the need to join these groups (besides, he wondered how they would be able to tattoo their mark into his flesh when it was so atypically fluid), although he recognized that they generally did good... at least the legal ones. There was more that many can do than one alone. Still... he was not sure if his quest for the past was something he could entrust to these people, or even if they could do anything about it, as benevolent as they may be, and that was why he remained unbound.
Such sentiments did not stop him to aid them when he saw fit, though. After all, it was not merely himself that he should seek the betterment of; actually, he had this penchant for prioritizing people other than himself, which might have been the metaphorical culprit that kept him from figuring out his identity. Today's subject was pirates, and no, he was not going to help them; he was going to help foil them, considering that they were a rather pesky threat upon the high seas.
Lamia Scale had decided to undertake this purging assignment apparently because of a certain agenda they seem to be working towards (he was not privileged enough to know), but for him... he made up an excuse yet again this time, like 'maybe something about pirates will jog my memory', but subconsciously he recognized that it was his altruistic streak at work again. Well, he might find something out, after all. And dealing with water wasn't too bad. And removing dangers from the sea was the exact opposite of bad. He just hoped he wasn't overestimating himself.
He had been informed of the bare basics of the appearance of his contact, the actual guild member charged to do the job, as well as the whereabouts of their rendezvous. And so he approached, a little tentatively, he who matched the description, sitting in the open air of a cafe... that was what those establishments were called, right? He looked like he was looking for someone, and as he closed in, he felt like he was looking for someone... the only person in the vicinity doing so, in fact; that was rare, considering there was often someone waiting for a lover or a friend or an associate in places like these.
"Um... hi." He managed to say, stopping opposite him, at the side of his table.
He felt a little daunted about meeting a stranger... well, besides the fact that with his amnesia a stranger might not have been a stranger before, he was just... a little awkward with first meetings. He generally operated better when dealing with people in action, whether working in tandem with people or opposing them, not in these meet-ups where one planned and 'got to know each other'. But there was no avoiding it, so...
"You are... Metrana? Of Lamia Scale?" he asked.
He decided to wait for confirmation first before introducing himself and his intent. He could usually figure out if people were lying, if they were impostors, anyway.
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