Ryu Doppler
Evard's Tentacles of Forced Intrusion
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Re: Reviving Waymeet (Glenn;Ryu)
The man opened his mouth to retort against his clothing being badmouthed but then thought better of it when he considered just how many clothes he actually had to his name currently. It might do well to have more generally available than his brown combination of clothes, and the silky black shirt and shorts Cynthia had given him. The later pair seeming like it'd be a waste to let them get trashed from misuse. 'Maybe I should just keep those as night attire. They certainly were very comfortable...' He thought before shrugging towards Isabel. "I suppose some new clothing would be nice. Though I insist on something with some brown or tan in it. Even if it were just for an overcoat."
At the mentioning of a mercenary he visibly perked up. As if the word were among one of those trigger words that catch him out of a haze. "A mercenary? W... what's her grade? Is she freelance?" Glenn asked after a moment with a raised brow and an inquiring tone. She looked very lightly armed from her picture. He wondered if she were like him, and favored the lightly armored approach. Or if there were any magical enhancements involved. Either for herself or for the clothing she wore. "Until I get things setup for myself I won't be able to support a typical mercenary contract but... we'll see. I assume she's here somewhere presently? Going to see her the least I can do to feel things out."
Rising from his seat, Glenn was prepared to go check this mercenary out wherever she might be. If she were further away he realized he might need to get better acquainted with his own airship to seek her out though. "Perhaps we should do this again some other time? Or I don't know, have a feast or celebration or something whenever it's appropriate. Like you said... it's fine to just enjoy good company sometimes right?" He echoed her own words while scratching the back of his head. With the opportunity presenting itself he took the time then to glance around the room. The multicolored hair strands he had noticed having never fully left his mind, leaving him curious as to just what they had belonged to.
The man opened his mouth to retort against his clothing being badmouthed but then thought better of it when he considered just how many clothes he actually had to his name currently. It might do well to have more generally available than his brown combination of clothes, and the silky black shirt and shorts Cynthia had given him. The later pair seeming like it'd be a waste to let them get trashed from misuse. 'Maybe I should just keep those as night attire. They certainly were very comfortable...' He thought before shrugging towards Isabel. "I suppose some new clothing would be nice. Though I insist on something with some brown or tan in it. Even if it were just for an overcoat."
At the mentioning of a mercenary he visibly perked up. As if the word were among one of those trigger words that catch him out of a haze. "A mercenary? W... what's her grade? Is she freelance?" Glenn asked after a moment with a raised brow and an inquiring tone. She looked very lightly armed from her picture. He wondered if she were like him, and favored the lightly armored approach. Or if there were any magical enhancements involved. Either for herself or for the clothing she wore. "Until I get things setup for myself I won't be able to support a typical mercenary contract but... we'll see. I assume she's here somewhere presently? Going to see her the least I can do to feel things out."
Rising from his seat, Glenn was prepared to go check this mercenary out wherever she might be. If she were further away he realized he might need to get better acquainted with his own airship to seek her out though. "Perhaps we should do this again some other time? Or I don't know, have a feast or celebration or something whenever it's appropriate. Like you said... it's fine to just enjoy good company sometimes right?" He echoed her own words while scratching the back of his head. With the opportunity presenting itself he took the time then to glance around the room. The multicolored hair strands he had noticed having never fully left his mind, leaving him curious as to just what they had belonged to.