Scene #6966: Meet Warriors In Your Area Today!

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Alruna Greengate	A fast-fading evening in Silvertear. Some of the Sons are lighting the lamps around their basecamp, while people out in the field steadily stream in. Actually, they're almost finished returning, since this region isn't one you want to be out in, alone, at night. One such arrival, leading a chocobo with the carcass of some kind of scalekin lain over its back, is a white-haired woman in green armour, though it is somewhat marred by the splashed blood covering much of it. She waves to the guard and passes by him without objection, heading straight to the cook tents with her kill to hand it over to the camp's cook. It never hurts to have a little extra coin in your purse, after all. As she steps out, stretching back to stare at the evening sky marred by the filmy layers of aether settling over the camp, the white-haired woman makes a face, as if she just tasted something really sour. "The air hasn't gotten any better round here..." she grumbles.
Amelris Belthrone	There is some else already there at the Sons' camp. While it is quite understandble that even the guards are coming back to rest and be wary, there is another adventurer has evidently just arrived. A Miqo'te, by the looks of it, wearing a bright red feathered hat and suit, seemingly talking with one of the Scholars at the camp. "And I am telling you," Amelris says, smiling at the Lalafell, "That is what the Gigas had on him." He's holding out a gloved hand down to the Lalafel, who seems more pensive than cross, a shiny piece of stone. "That is what left of the tools you mentioned you left behind. It seems the Gigas was trying to make them into some sort of..." "Totem, yes, yes," The Lalafel comments, irritably. "Ah well, I'll have to make another requisition. Here's your payment for your protection." A sack of gil is exchanged, Amelris giving him a smile. "Don't be so cross on yourself. You did well in running away. Better some tools smashed than your skull, aye?" "Aye." The Son grumbles, before walking off, allowing Amelris to pocket his money and stand up, rather pleased with himself with his hands on his hips to observe the camp... and the young woman that's just galloped inside it. He tilts his head at her, smiling bright and lifting his feathered hat as a greeting, his tail swishing behind him.
Alruna Greengate	Alruna returns the wave, spotting a fellow adventurer. She motions to her armour, which obviously needs a wash, and vanishes among the tents to tend to that need. It's almost half an hour later, with the sun firmly set and naught but torchlight to see by, that she reappears in Amelris's vision dressed more comfortably in a loose tunic and trousers, leading her unsaddled chocobo to the stables. With her steed seen to, she makes directly for him now and tosses some dice in her hand as she does so. "Evening. You don't strike me as a scholar," Alruna casts her eyes over Amelris's eyecatching gear. "Did the Adventurer's Guild send you out here too?"
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris in that half-hour spent the time to find himself a nice place to sit, drinking from a bottle and eating what seems to be only a nice meaty sandwich in the others. He's causally leaned back against the chair, looking up when Alruna comes back, lifting the bottle up in greetings. At his feet, an Emerald Carbuncle is apparently stacking some bags. It is doing it unbearably cutely. "That'd be correct!" He exclaims, waving a hand to other seats around the fire. "Amelris Belthrone, I'm here to observe and help out with the dig site and the exploration of the ruins they've found a few weeks ago. I take it you are here for the same reason?"
Alruna Greengate	The highlander grins and nods, still tossing her dice. She takes a seat and unshoulders a bag with a few bits of tucker of her own. A couple of squares of gigantoad leg meat isn't high dining but it is plentiful. She starts whittling a small stick, skewering a sizable portion of frog meat onto it, and holds it closer to the flame. "It was a devil's job to find these," she murmurs, fishing some dark berries out of the bag. She crushes them over the meat, staining it as it starts to bubble and foam in the heat. A bittersweet scent fills the air. "Seems as though Mor Dhona's only getting more barren. You think it has anything to do with...?" She jerks her head in the directly of the blue spire splitting the sky.
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris' eyes follows the dice for a moment. A gambler of some sort, huh? Nice, nice. "It is something of a pain to get here. The job's good around here, the Sons give some good pay and it's for a good cause. Helping scholars research is a large reward by itself." The Miqo'te comments, looking up and peering over at the large blue spires. "The Crystal Tower? Yeah, partially. I don't think that's the only reason, mind." He push his hat up, squinting a bit better at hte dyin embers of the sun to get a clearer look at the spire. "Who knows? They're investigating this stuff. Guess we'll find out soon enough."
Alruna Greengate	Alruna nods, nibbling at the corner of one of her bits of meat and jerking back. Too hot. "Aye. I know the place is /crawling/ with monsters. Was crawling." She grins toothily, even though she knows she'll lose that contest with the catman. "I've been earning my keep delving in there to thin the herds out a touch." Judging the meat sufficiently cooled, she has another nibble, and looks more satisfied this time, snatching a piece off the stick and gobbling it down. Hunger is definitely the best sauce, judging by her closed eyes.
Amelris Belthrone	"Should probably add a little salt to that. That'll relax the muscles and make it a bit more tender." Amelris comments, grinning that, yes, toothy grin in return. He do have more sharp, pointy teeth. He leans back on his chair, lifting off from the two front legs, balancing himself quite nicely without much of a care. His tail wiggles behind him to help give balance. "I've just got here today, myself. I've still go to peer inside that place. Quite frankly, I can't wait to!" He turns to look at her. "Say, what's your name? I don't think I've caught that."
Alruna Greengate	She makes an impatient noise. "Forgot mine." And clearly can't be bothered to go retrieve it now. She's too hungry. "Tomorrow." Amelris has to wait for her to finish her meal, such as it is, before she replies. Wiping her hands on her trousers, she finally looks up. "Alruna Greengate." she says, with a searching look to see if it sparks any recognition in Amelris's eyes. "Good to meet you, Amelris."
Amelris Belthrone	There's no recognition in the Miqo'te's eyes, altough the Adventurer's Guild is pretty large. Not everyone knows everyone. "Nice to meet you, too, Alruna!" He exclaims, lifting his hat again and adjusting it, grinning. "It'll be a pleasure to work with you in the future, then."
Alruna Greengate	Alruna nods and taps the bare stick on her knee, smiling wistfully. "You too, Amelris. Twelve willing, we'll have lots to do around here for a while." Gods she could use a drink and a dandy. In that order.
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris snaps a finger, grinning still. The adorable Emerald Carbuncle, which was seated at his foot, perks up it's fluffy glowing ears and wanders off into one of the bags, pulling away and pulling out bottles of orange drink. Small ones, of the kind that's to be drunked by sailors instead of being enjoyed at a table. "Hear hear," The Red Mage, snagging both bottles after offering the Carbuncle a scritch and pat on it's head, and handing one bottle. "To a successful, riches-filled SAFE expedition, then!"
Alruna Greengate	Alruna blinks, but doesn't hesitate to take the offered drink. "Safe!" she scoffs, pulling the cork out with her teeth and spitting it into the fire. "You can have safe, I'll have the riches!" she crows, raising the bottle with him and throwing her head back to gulp it down. She laughs a lot more heartily, tossing the empty skewer onto the fire as well and walking over to sit in Amelris's lap. "What's an adventurer doing dressing so finely anyway?" she asks, putting an arm around his neck. "You look like you belong in a ballroom, not a cave."
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris follows suit, drinking down the bottle and winces out, dropping the bottle next to him. His tail twitches, blinking at Alruna just invading his lap like that. Well! That escalated quickly! Quick, Amelris, remains suave and cool on that front. "Why, that is the garnments of the Red Mage, of course." Belthrone replies, his toothy grin returning to face her. "Wearing the Red is an easy way to recognise and display that you wield the Red and you are not afraid to use it. As villains should rightfully fear it, they ought to know what comes for them so they can fear it!" Amelris lets out another laugh, his tail thumping against the ground beneath him. "As an aside, I /do/ belong in a ballroom as well. On the dance floor."
Alruna Greengate	Alruna saved a /bit/ of hers, which she finishes in short order as Amelris explains. "The Red, hm? Red Mages? I've never heard of such a thing before." Black and White, for sure, but Red? She's intrigued. "So Red Mages...dance?" She leaps out of his lap again, which is surprisingly uncomfortable when the woman is a thewy highlander. "Show me." she insists.
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris laughs again, pushing himself up to his feet and deftly avoiding to hit his adorable little carbuncle on the ground. It's napping right now. "I assure you, there's no jest. Red Mages do exist, as I stand before you!" Amelris declares, a shimmer of aether condensing into a long rapier, made of clearly mythril along with a strange floating crystal encased into a hull of mythril. The Red Mage then dances. It's something of a dance, anyway, with an intricate set of footwork, following a rythmn and kicking up dust in the Silverstar ground. He steps back, spinning, making quick leaps, graceful hops without as much losing his steady hold on his weapon. "Dancing is but one of our many talents!"
Alruna Greengate	Alruna claps, laughing as Amelris strikes a stance and does his little dance for her. That's more like it! She sneaks closer when his back is turned, and catches his hand as he flourishes his rapier. "Well, if all Red Mages cut as dashing a figure as you," she says, staring through the blade between them. "Then I should surely like to get to know them better." She leans closer, the gap between them narrowing. "Show me what other talents you practice, hmmm?"
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris remains calm even as she grabs his hand, the miqo'te eyebrows lifting curiously at her. "Why, Alruna," He replies, his grin bolstered up as he wriggle his finger making his little gem float, making it dance in place. "I am certain I can fufill that request quite handily." The Miqo'te lets go of his rapier. Some people are pretty good at jumping. Like Dragoons, dragoons are pretty amazing at the vertical leap. It's kinda insane. Red Mages also appears to be pretty good at leaping. Amelris immediatedly, without any lead up or gathering power, leaps a good dozen meters back in a tall, graceful backflip, swishing into the air and his cape swaying in the wind. His hat miraculously remains on his head. Somewhere along the arc, the rapier vanish, wriggling out of her grasp and flying into Amelris' out stretched hand. His body swings, arcing out in a perfect parabolic angle-- Right over the edge near the camp. And Amelris falls through over the edge, vanishing.
Alruna Greengate	Alruna gasps, as she's meant to. The alcohol hasn't really hit her yet, but she knows how to play her role. Amelris certainly makes it easy. Her eyes follow his soaring arc through the air, the rapier springing out of her hand to follow its master. He really /does/ know how to play the part, as well as any bard she's met. And then... he vanishes. She gasps again, this time a bit more seriously. "Ah..." Alruna steps towards the cliff, uncertain. "Amelris? Are you okay?" she asks, calling out into the darkness. Her night vision is utterly useless at the moment. Time drags out, without a responose. "Did you die-" Come on, would he actually answer that? Clicking her tongue in exasperation at her own silliness, Alruna starts looking for a torch. Well so much for /that/. "Fool of a Tia." she chuckles, good-humouredly. He'll surely be fine. But she should probably go find him just to make sure.
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris' voice do come out from beyond the edge. Some Sons do peer over curiously and worriedly in their direction. "I'm alright!" He calls out, sounding a bit ruffled and a little distant. "Everything is fine and undercontrol!"
Alruna Greengate	"-oh!" Alruna comes back to the edge. She peers into the inky blackness, blinking. "So...you don't need any help then?"
Amelris Belthrone	There's a pause. Some sound of rocks falling. From the darkness, she can see the glowing gem some twenty meters down on a shadowed little platform of rock where the Miqo'te's form seems to be standing on. "Well," Amelris seems to settle on. "I wouldn't mind a rope?"
Alruna Greengate	"A rope." Her tone is flat, but her smile audible as she says it. One of the robed Sons nearby is already moving to fetch a coil from their stores, so it's not long before a sturdy length of braided vine rope swings over the edge, dangling down in front of the stricken Red Mage. "Ready!" Alruna calls out, a couple of the Sons helping to brace and prepare to pull him up.
Amelris Belthrone	Well, now that's just embarassing. Showing off in front of everyone and just falling off into a hole. Talk about lucky. Fortunately, the Red Mage is not too hard to pull up. He's doing his best to help the climb up, pulling himself and brancing against the rocky sides. After a few minutes, the perked ears of the Miqo'te pokes out of the edge, then his hat, then the rest of him as he pulls himself up, a little out of breath, sitting down. He spreads his arms in a theatrical fashion, much of the impact lost as he's on his ass. "Taaaadaaaaaah...??"
Alruna Greengate	The Sons of Saint Coinach look at each other, confused. Alruna sweeps up to him... And flicks his hat into his lap, dropping a few gil into it. Lips quivering, she visibly struggles not to lose her composure.
Amelris Belthrone	Welp, Amelris thinks to himself, so much for making an impressive first impression. Might as well go with the flow. "Thanks you, thanks you," Amelris says, putting on a good brave face and ignoring the very fact he's made a fool of himself, taking his hat from his lap, jiggling it before them with the few gils in it. "That will be all for tonight! Have a good evening!" He push to his feets, dusting his pants off, coughing once, giving Alruna a brief look. Oooooh yeah, she's just barely holding on. "Catch you next time!"