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Ricard kept moving, despite the hesitance in Leo's steps. Though, it did make him wonder. Dark Make? Most dark related abilities were taught to those who decided to join Dark Guilds. Of course Ricard didn't care. A woman was involved, evil or no. He would go to hell and back if it was for a woman's affection. Leo, however, was more cautious, specifically because of this. All the easier for her to get the jump on them if one of the two were smitten with her.

Leo picked up the pace even as Ricard grabbed hold of one of the remaining two by the arm. "This...is no way to treat a lady," he said, slightly winded from the run. The man, having been prepared to attack the girl in revenge for his two cohorts, spun around, fist primed to punch him. The lithe man ducked under the first punch, landing one of his own to the man's stomach. The man grunted, but it didn't seem to have much effect. This was going to be a problem. He had no offensive magic and he had charged straight in without thinking. At least, hopefully, it looked cool enough to the maiden he was currently trying to save. Despite the fact that she clearly needed no saving.

As the man threw a second punch at Ricard, his wrist was grabbed, Leo finally having caught up. With a swift punch to the man's side with the mage's glowing arm, he crumbled, collapsing to the ground in pain. Another swift punch to the face knocked him out entirely.

Ricard grinned at the pink haired woman, the disruption being plenty of a distraction for her to finish off the last goon. "Are you alright, m'lady?" he asked with a more grandiose expression, as if he had been the one to take out all four. "I came as quickly as I could to your aid! I hope these fools haven't hurt you at all."
“So, what's the point of this again?” a chestnut haired man questioned his shorter companion. The taller of the two was slim, dressed in nicely tailored cloth; a blue tunic with black pants. It wasn't the fanciest clothing, but it still spoke of an attempt to look nice. After all, what if he met a beautiful girl that needed saving? He couldn't look sloppy. He had a reputation to uphold. The playful glint in his hazel eyes never seemed to go away, despite the frown that currently marred his features.

His companion was much different, his darker brown hair falling just slightly over his forest green eyes. He had a loosely fitted white jacket with a black stripe reaching up from the middle, all the way up to the hood. A black tank top was worn beneath the opened front of his jacket, matching black sweatpants worn to complete his outfit. It was distasteful, in Ricard's opinion, to go out in such a manner, but Leo always dressed for comfort and maneuverability, especially when out on a mission. “I told you this five times already,” the younger man said with an exhausted sigh. “There are bandits out here and the bigger guilds are too good for such a small group. Will you shut up and keep looking?”

Ricard rolled his eyes in response. “Oh, come off it. You're just as bored as I am,” he complained, letting out a small yawn as he placed both hands behind his head. “Our skills would be better suited at home with the lovely ladies. I can introduce you to-”

“No,” Leo cut him off harshly, rolling his eyes just as Ricard had moments ago. “I'm not like you. Can we focus on the mission now?”

Ricard let out a sigh as he gazed out at the landscape. It didn't seem all that out of the ordinary. A small walk from their city displayed farmlands and plains for miles, only a few smattering of trees around the area. Well, in this direction at least. Nothing was different, though. Plants growing. Animals scurrying about. Large thugs cornering a young woman.

His eyes darted back to the last bit. Several large men had surrounded a young woman. They did not seem at all friendly, the lecherous smiles being clear from Ricard's position down the road. The pink haired maiden was alone with no weapon in sight.

Well, he couldn't have that. Raising his voice, he picked up his pace. “Come along, Leo! Duty calls!” he shouted, causing his partner to roll his eyes again. Of course Ricard would get serious when a woman was involved.

Regardless, he had the right idea. These were probably the bandits they were looking for. Placing his left hand over his right, he let out a small breath as he picked up the pace. “Enhance.” Red lines trailed over the man's right arm, shining dully in the sunlight, but forming intricate circuits from his finger tips to his shoulder, most of them hidden beneath the sweatshirt he wore.


Alright. We can use this thread for chatting about the RP and keeping track of new characters that we bring in.
Nathe nodded. "A small part, perhaps, but yes," he agreed with a small smile. "I refer similarly to your people. My lost brethren...or my brethren of the forests. The elder I learned from would often speak in such a way. That's just my way of speaking, though. My people, as a whole, do not particularly care for that sentiment." He scratched the back of his head, unsure how this was going. He seemed to only have bad things to say about how the drow viewed the forest elves. It wasn't a lie, though, and he had stuck to the fact that he would no lie to Mel. If he could not trust them to try, why should they ever trust him?
Nathe looked at her in confusion for a few moments before understanding entered his eyes and he shook his head. "I'm sorry. You must not use the same terminology," he replied. "I call my people brothers and sisters. I have no one that I consider a blood related sibling. That I know of, anyway. Drow relationships aren't always the most faithful of things." He paused as he thought on that before shaking his head. "Besides, most relationships like that are seen as weak." He shrugged, looking over at her. "Sorry for the confusion."
So, I had an idea for a character I wanted to run by you. He's an ordinary human, but my thought was that he's a brawler who's learned to use Haki in an interesting way. He reinforces what he touches with his Haki, whether it's his own body or someone else's or another object entirely. I thought it might be a good idea for the next crew mate so we have a non-Devil's Fruit user. xD
"No, of course not," Nathe agreed with a small smile. "I did not mean to assume you trust me. I'm speaking from my brothers' point of view. They assume you've killed me, as they would you if the positions were reversed." He shrugged slightly before bowing his head. "I don't ask you to trust them or anything. I want you to simply give me a chance to change your mind on this. Let me show you that we aren't all monsters and, maybe, I'll have something to show them as a result. You have no reason to trust me or my people, just as we have no reason to trust you yet either. I'm just the stupid upstart that decided to throw caution to the wind and put all of my faith in at least one of you being as kind-hearted and understanding as the elder who taught me."
Nathe nodded, staying silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. After a few moments, he began. "I...my brethren never gave me permission for this quest I set out on," he admitted quietly, almost too quietly for even her to hear with her heightened hearing. "No one believes in an alliance with the elves, let alone reforming into one society. I don't know of any others that wish for peace with your people. Only the late elder and myself." He paused a moment, seeming to recall something that was still fresh, even painful. "I...voiced my opinions when he passed a week ago. I admitted to my research and revealed to them all I had learned of our shared pasts. They...did not really care for that. I was imprisoned. Our leader was to speak with me and have me executed. I managed to escape by swiping a key from one of my guards, but...well, I couldn't avoid all of the guards in my escape."

His hand instinctively trailed back to his wound, holding it lightly. "This was my reward for seeking peace. Kind of ironic, huh?" He smiled, despite the topic they were currently discussing. "They lost me in the woods. Well...really, I lost my way entirely in the woods. We don't know how to navigate forests. In the caverns, we have methods for tracking, but...above ground is a lot harder for us." He frowned a bit. "The only real consolation here is that they probably assume you've killed me at this point. Why would you trust a drow?"
Nathe tapped his pointed ear lightly as she seemed surprised that he had known. "I may live underground, but we have the same natural advantages that you all have," he replied. At her question, though, his smile faltered, unsure how to answer the question. There was too much riding on this whole thing to talk about the conflicts he faced on his way here...but she also seemed trustworthy in all of this. After all, wouldn't she be in trouble if she were found out to have lied to her leader?

After a moment, he let out a sigh. "If I tell you, it does not leave this room. Please," he said softly. "I am open about a lot of things concerning my people, but this...this, I don't want to get back to your leader. Not when I'm trying to establish a relationship with your people." He paused a moment to wait for her response, steeling himself to believe her regardless of her answer.
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