Oberon shrugged at the comment, was he? "Guess so. But you're the one living out in the forest like one of the lost boys from that one fairytale." He mused. He didn't really know if what Roq said was true or not to be honest. He didn't pay to much attention to it but he wasn't all to interested at how many lived their lives here, so maybe it was true enough. Still Oberon wouldn't consider himself too similar to this kid, maybe a few likenesses on the surface.Roq at least confirmed what he had heard, seems things were pretty bad all over and no one had a solution. Oberon shook her his head, you couldn't see the disappointment on his face at listening about these Academy students, "And those are the future huntsmen and huntresses of Vale? They've much to contend with but sounds like they're just going to throw their lives away. Well I guess you can't expect much from a bunch of kids."
Oberon heard Roq ask about finding a way to contact him. This was odd for Oberon to hear, and something inside felt weird, kind of like how he felt in a good fight but it was different. He began to laugh, "S-Sorry Roq, but the fact that you have to ask that question... or maybe rather haven't surmised what I do definitely means you don't need my services." this was the first time Oberon called the him by his name. Oberon was not stirred at the howl but he was aware. He had ran into one or two Grimm here but chose to avoid them because he had a mission to do. Oberon knew that though he did a lot of dirty work, mostly hired to kill, his records above ground were pretty clean. Only criminals seemed to want to kill criminals and for the most part he hadn't been hired to kidnap or kill civilians just to stand guard. But that he was spotless. Companies, Military, Police Forces, and even the Academies had his contact info. Whether they chose to hire him for anything was their prerogative. Oberon didn't care as long as he was paid or he was challenged.
He rose to his feet, recovering from his laughter, "But I'll play your game. Answer me this, you don't look as though you have the funds, but what do you have to offer me?" his eyes scanned his surrounds looking for shadows, listing for snapping twigs or rustled leaves. Roq drew pistols but Oberon still have nothing but his briefcase. "As I said on the scroll, sometimes I do discounts if the job is interesting. If I feel it has merit, I will provide you with everything you need to keep in touch." It might have seemed condescending but Oberon ran business not a charity and the things he felt that were sacred were his time, money, and his privacy in and out of work. Behind his mask, a smile found its way upon his lips as he watched and listened in anticipation almost hoping they would show themselves. Grimm were tougher these days, they'd provide him with some suitable thrill, they'd have to do for now.
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ agreed with the man silently about how so many lives were thrown away, it wasn't the best system for training new huntsman, but it was efficient, and what was needed. Roq didn't know the man's services, not exactly, but he assumed it was mercenary work which was typically warding off grimm or delivering packages to dangerous places. It could be something more nefarious though. "You're just a postman, right?" it was meant to be a little offensive, but would get his point across.
"I guess I only got connections, but I could get you a meeting with the the big bird himself, Aurtrox. beacon's headmaster, and I heard he's acting head of council now as well." That was no laughing matter, and to the wise revealed that he had some connection to the Academy. Oberon likely would surmise he was a student playing in the forest now, which, was mostly true.
"I'd want to know why you wanted to meet him of course, but I could make it happen." Roq scanned the forest as well. Something felt off.
It didn't take long for the first set of red eyes to peer back at them. But then there were more. A second set to their left, and a third and fourth to their right. "Four of them... I'll take left, you got the right?"
The first beowolf exited the forest. Watching them from afar, a low guttural growl was accompanied by saliva dripping down. Roq didn't waste a shot yet. Too far. "I needed this..." he whispered under his breath as the grimm to the left started to charge. It was a fat one too [20 PC grimm]. Roq fired to shots. His guns recoiled with the force. The bullets whistled through the air. One missed just barely, the other struck the grimm's back left leg. Nearly blowing off the entire foot. The creature stumbled but continued to run towards them, albeit injured. "Damn. I'm rusty today."
Oberon's scroll began to vibrate indicating a notification had arrived, but he would have to answer it later, he was rather occupied. The Beowolves came out of skulking as Roq made his smart little comment, "Heh... Yeah actually, I am." well the kid had guts, Oberon would give him that much at least. Oberon let out a small whistle as Roq revealed his "connections", this wasn't any ordinary lost boy and Oberon had his suspicions but what that didn't matter at the moment. The beasts slowly approached guards up and fangs bared, "Now that does warrant my attention. Potential long-standing contract clientele." The dripping from their mouths indicated the obvious but Oberon didn't see any food here, they'd have to search elsewhere.
Roq suggested two each and Oberon would give no objection to it. Taking in both the Beowolves that would now serve as a hefty warm-up to wake his body long after Kesshin's impractical use, he spied One as big as the one approaching from the left [20 PC] moving at a more cautious pace than his younger, smaller counterpart [10 PC]. This one was smaller, a bit more scrawny, looking a bit starved, Oberon assumed that was the way of hit when you hunt in a pack and there's not enough to go around. As the one began to approach from the left, the smaller of two on the right grew impatient and charged in.
Oberon let it approach as he tensed his grip on his briefcase, "Tch, three swings... Thats all I'll you." The Beowolf leaped in with a downward swipe of his right claw. Oberon shifted his body to the right as the first swing came, it was only a few inches from his face but thats because he allowed it. Minimal movements always flirting with the opponent's striking range. Upon the first miss next, it used it's alternating claw for a horizontal swipe, but Oberon observing it's frenzied movements anticipated it would alternate claws, the dumb ones always did. He squatted down avoiding the second attack. It was one more shot before Oberon was ready to reply to it's fourth attempt as he rose while the feeble Beowolf winded up his right claw again. This time it went for a descending diagonal swipe aiming from shoulder on down. Oberon having a bit of leeway in time already knew what he was doing the moment he saw the Beowolf abiding by the pattern. He executed a small back-step, being deliberately minimal, again bringing him just about out of the range of the claw that the Grimm's claw nearly kissed his helmet.
Oberon waited for the alternate hand wind-up, this time dashing back in with briefcase in the opposing hand of the next claw swipe holding the case in an alternate grip on the top handle. As another diagonal swing came down Oberon's hand rose with the briefcase sliding it down the Beowolf's arm until it reached the inside of the elbow before Oberon promptly parried it outstretching his arm, "You're done, you had your chance." the outstretched arm was in preparation for a downward swing to the skull, and with the Grimm's body thrown off balance due to the parry there was no counter this beast was smart enough to think of. With that, the swing made contact and the frail Beowolf went down. The force of the swing reverberated of the ground bringing up little chunks of earth and a tiny crater where the Beowolf's head lay, its body lifeless. His briefcase now slung over his back and his head half turned in Roq's direction, "Special delivery." a reply to his shady comment earlier bringing a sly nonchalant tone as if to reinforce he was indeed a post man.
With that out of the way Oberon looked over to the next one on his right [20 PC] as it paced cautiously from a couple of feet away, "I see... Terrible way to use one of your own but I get it." Oberon licked his lips; there was definitely more color in his voice more life, more excitement, with a hint of eager anticipation in it, "Now you're an interesting. My body is still cold, why don't you get over here and warm me up?"
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ would chuckle at the 'Potential long-standing contract clientele' remark. But their conversation would have to finish after they dealt with the grimm. Roq felt a sense of comfort knowing he had someone to fight with. A pack of grimm were difficult to deal with alone. He hadn't had many opportunities to fight them alone either, and it only took one mess up to be lunch meat."One more shot..." Roq took aim, just his right revolver, and his gun snapped back with a blast of smoke. The shot wizzed through the air and planted itself right between the eyes of the grimm. Roq's eyes lit up with a bright smile over the victory, but the fight was only getting started. He turned to the right to see how the masked man was doing.
Roq has to admit, he enjoyed how the guy taunted the grimm. Not that they could understand, but he seemed to just be enjoying the combat as if it was a game or practice session. "Not too shabby for a merc." he said when the man minimally stepped back to avoid a slash to the face. Roq was impressed with the man's style though, despite the friendly taunt.
"I'll weaken any that I can, and let you finish them!" Roq said as he took aim for the [20PC] grimm on right. His left revolver slapped back as it fired off a shot. It hit the grimm in the left hip. Slowing it down, but not finishing it off. He then swerved around to the other side and sure enough three other grimm had exited the forest. "So many..."
Roq would fire rapidly at the three. First shot missed, second shot slapped one grimm to the side hard and it erupted into dust. Roq would grin at that. He was a good shot and this was validation in the field. "You're next." he whispered under his breath as the other two grimm started to dart towards his position swiftly. He didn't have much time. He fired both shots at once. Both misses as the grimm dodged. They were now at the tree. The left one leaped onto the same branch he was on and Roq fired pointblank. The beast dusted instantly. The other one hopped behind him and Roq could not react in time. The creature leaped at him and knocked him off the tree. It was a large one, very powerful.
Roq yelped as he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. His aura flared as it took the force. Reducing his aura by a noticeable amount. "Damn you-" he began, but the grimm leapt down on top of him. [75PC] Roq shoved his gun upwards and fired at it's face. The beast roared as it reeled back. Roq was able to roll out from under it, but he was still just a few feet away. [51/75 health].
Closeby, Poppy was sat at the edge of a glistening river. She would hug her legs and throw a rock into the water, the splash sounding heavy. She was clearly in a low mood, losing teammates and having a misunderstanding with Roq had frustrated her. She grabbed a rock and threw it making a noise of anger, wincing after as she looked to her hand - she had cut it by grabbing the rock too hard. The blood began to flow as she let it drip from her hand, she stood up and punched the air a few times to attempt to release something. "Why does everyone leave me?!?!" she would yell in her head, letting some noises out loud.
The angel had never experienced a team until her recent one, the friendships she formed she thought were going to stick.. the feelings she had developed for Roq. Yet again, she had been left behind, the swan slave felt trapped in a cage again, but almost worse. "At least when I was a slave people wanted me!" she would yell out loud. Once she had punched the air again, she sat back down and stared out at the water, unsure of what to do with herself or her life.
Roq seemed to be holding his own up in the tree firing from a safe distance, an effective strategy but not one that Oberon preferred. When Roq tried his hand at complimenting Oberon, he simply shrugged looking over his shoulder at Roq, "Your aim needs work kid." That was all Oberon would give him. Oberon had to admit the kid has grit to still be living out here with the way the Grimm were right now but he wouldn't let Roq know that. On the suggestion of Roq weakening the Grimm for him to finish them off Oberon scowled a bit in his helmet, but he wouldn't oppose it, there was a time and a place and he supposed now wasn't the time especially if he wanted more employment. With that Roq fired at the Beowolf he was soon to be facing, and Oberon took off as if running track and field. It being focused on Oberon didn't even see Roq's shot coming, Oberon followed up letting out a whistle remarking on the shot Roq made along with a rising swing of his briefcase to it's chin. Upon contact and lifting the Beowolf a foot or so off the ground, Oberon would pull his briefcase down using that momentum for a full 360° vertical flip bringing his briefcase down on that Beowolf and returning it to dust.
Oberon would waste no time, his eyes hastily counted the number of Grimm and using his ears and eyes he followed the shots that Roq let out of his pistols as best he could to finish of the Grimm. Roq seemed to be doing fine as Oberon dash over not quick enough to meet the ones on the ground before they got to Roq. Oberon didn't let up his pace of movement, seeing Roq falling Oberon kick off the ground using his strength to propel him faster. Sliding on the ground, Oberon used his free and body to support his catch of Roq, "What's the matter kid? Gettin tired?" He spoke cockily as he broke Roq's fall and they took a slight tumble, but Oberon would not be stopped so easily. While he took that tumble Roq might've realized Oberon's case was missing, and was heading straight for the Grimm in the tree as Oberon took a mighty leaped. Following behind his case, it would smack the Grimm right in the head while Oberon would reinforce that blow by dropkicking the case to apply another blow and even greater force. What Oberon didn't see amidst all his moving around was that the beast put it's guard up, "Damn it." With a mighty roar it pushed Oberon back to the ground along with his briefcase.
Oberon would try to attempt a tumble roll to safely land but at the angle he was pushed back would not recover on his feet but on his belly, "Heheheh... not bad, not bad..." he sounded very much like he enjoyed the greater resistance. Getting back on his feet, his fingers would rub the chin of his helmet as he retrieved his briefcase, "This one is faster than he looks... clearly superior compared to the other trash, maybe even the head head honcho of the pact." Oberon was speaking mostly aloud to himself, taking small but controlled breaths to recover some of the stamina he depleted from all that dashing around, "Guess doing that job wasn't a total loss after all." the confidence and hint of excitement in his voice did not wane. Oberon lived for this, this was how he validated his existence from the other.
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ was surprised to say the least when he felt Oberon catch his fall. The guy was quick as a devil it seemed! "Thanks!" was all he had time to say before the fight continued. He didn't feel tired, not yet, but he might be after this fight it.
"You fight like a businessman late to work, you know!" Roq taunted after Oberon was smacked back with his case. It was just funny seeing him use that briefcase to fight. He'd never seen it before, but it was stylish.
"And You're right, I think this is the pack leader." Roq said, noting that the other grimm were all dead or had retreated. This was the last of this small pack. "I'm going to-" Roq wasn't able to finish as the beast pounced onto him. Roq panick pulled the trigger a few times, but couldn't tell if he hit or not. Before he could do anything he felt the claw of the creature's left paw sink into his shoulder, opening his old wounds a little. Blood seeped through his robes. "Ergjj!." he grunted through gritted teeth.
He put the revolver on the creature's neck and pulled the trigger. A blast of powder was followed by the creature reeling back. "It's not dead?!" He rolled out from under it, and the grimm started to run off. It was attempting to flee into the forest. Roq could see that his gun had slipped and only cut part of the neck. It just barely was less than lethal [74/75 health].
Oberon was getting really revved up though his mask hid the fact, he supposed besides masking his identity for when he wasn't himself it hid those expressions other may think sadistic. He would only watch the scene unfold for a moment. Sure, he could have leapt in to help Roq again but he also wanted to see how well the boy could perform on his own when faced with more closer combat. The Grimm gave Roq a wicked laceration from the look of it, but still Roq didn't relent. Oberon licked his lips from inside his helmet as Roq managed to land a critical blow on the creature. Roq, surprised that the monster still drew breath and Oberon realizing where this was going; a laugh would begin to slowly creep from inside of Oberon, bringing itself to the surface, an excitement tempered with a calming satisfaction.
He began his approach to the slowly retreating creature that was near death. "Well done, you both managed to get my blood boiling...!" Pressing his thumb down hard on the handle of his weapon case, if watched closely one could see that he drew blood. The case began to stir and the noise of shifting gears or mechanisms could be heard, followed by a brief green glow running down the angled grooves of the case, "I deem you worthy..." and with a powerful horizontal one-handed swing, "of adjudication!" Oberon began to pick up speed his greatsword now in his grasp, The Adjudicator. With a mighty leap he was now hurling himself at the limping Grimm aiming to take its head off with a ravaging spinning diagonal cleave. Oberon felt the sensation of his steel meeting bone, cutting through like butter thanks to Roq softening it up for him. Only the beast's head making it past the line of trees. From it's perspective, everything was spinning. First; its head tumbling from the ground, next its still functioning body tripping over thereafter, and finally, the first few trees being severed diagonally at their trunks hitting the ground as the Grimm's body began to become dust in the wind. This fight was over. With another mighty horizontal one-handed swing he would turn his blade to Roq, a defiant pause before twirling it down embedding it's blade head into the ground and leaning on it a bit, "Oh and by the way," with a cocky smirk behind his mask he would extend a self-assured shrug to Roq, "I am a businessman kid."
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ had to admit, the final display of Oberon was quite impressive. It was nice to see him brutally execute the last beowolf. "Flexible fighting style I see." Roq remarked as he walked towards where Oberon ended up at.
"Heh. A businessman indeed!" Roq chuckled and but then winced with pain from his wound.
"I guess I'm lucky you stumbled upon me right before some grimm showed up. " Roq said, but then part of him wondered if the grimm were following Oberon. Not that it mattered. They would have been in the same area regardless. "Let's head back, but I need to wash up real quick. There is a stream just through the thick of those trees. Come." Roq didn't want Oberon to leave him when he was vulnerable. He started to walk off towards the stream that was just through the trees, and then he saw someone quite unexpected. "POPPY?!" he said it so loudly that his wound spiked with pain again. His shoulder was bloody through the robes just like on his last mission.
Poppy stared out into the water once again, she peered over and could see her reflection ever so slightly. Reaching her hand into the water she splashed it in a harsh manner, making a sound in frustration. She would think deeply about her old team mates, what was she to do now, even Roq was being distant - ever since she sang that song to heal him. He had stormed out earlier on, Poppy had followed after, however wasn't even sure she would be able to help him. She felt useless, a feeling she was accustomed to.
Poppy heard the crack of a branch not far in the distance and instantly came to, her head peering around as she reached out for one of her weapons slowly. "Grimm.. Bandits.. Apex?" she would think to herself, unsure of who it could be. The third thought made her shiver, Apex was a woman Poppy hoped to never see again, one woman she knew she couldn't fight and win. She stood up as she started to put her gauntlet on, taking steps forward slowly, waiting for an ambush to begin.
Then she saw him, it was Roq. Her eyes widened and she was clearly surprised to see him. He yelled her name, a confused tone in his voice. Poppy walked closer to him, dropping the gauntlet from her hand. "I.. uh.." her nerves got the better of her again. She then saw the blood through his robes around his shoulder and didn't think twice as she threw her arms over his shoulders, giving him a short embrace. After a few seconds she realized what was happening and she let out an awkward cough as she dropped her hands and looked to his shoulder. "What happened?" she said, "I can heal your shoulder.. if you want.." she said, looking up at him, her face a little bit red. "Are you alone? Is someone following you?" she asked, looking behind him as she heard a possible follower.
Oberon pointed at Roq's oozing wound, "You aren't flexible you're bound to break." There was no way this kid was living out here by himself if he couldn't fight off those beasts on his own, unless he was holding back? Oberon did note that Roq didn't use his semblance but in all honesty, even if Oberon's Faerie Dust was suited for Grimm opponents he probably wouldn't have wasted the energy either but Roq was more worse for ware than he was. At the mention of washing Oberon's head cocked as he replayed the words in his head leaving a bit after Roq. Oberon retracted his weapon, the mechanisms cogged and whirled as it rever back to his bulky briefcase. He ran his hands on the bottom face and released two straps so he could wear it like backpack. Oberon was going to be bathing in a shower, not s crappy stream, but he still needed to follow Roq for that info about those potential clients, "Listen kid, you're old enough to bathe yourse-" Roq suddenly burst out in surprise, Oberon wasn't too far behind but he was definitely not in a rush. Letting out sigh he continued at his own pace.
Coming past a bush into open view, there Roq was being embraced by a girl. Given the rise in Roq's voice they seemed quite familiar with each other. Casually, Oberon approached, "Hm? Another member of the Lost Boys? Well girl in this case." Oberon strolled past them both not giving much attention to either of them, "She live out here in the forest too kid? She your wife? Or your girlfriend?" Oberon spoke in a reluctant tone on the first part of his comment, he was beginning to think the boy might've been playing him for a fool. The second part he very much figured might've been true, no one in their right mind would be living out in the forest alone, but with someone else made more sense. That and the way they both reacted to each other he could only assume as much, though he could be wrong? Either way, it didn't much matter to him. He walked around the stream bank for a bit before planting himself down, "And no, he is not alone as you can see. You ought to be glad he wasn't, I doubt those Grimm would have had him for lunch but he probably would be more banged up than he already is." Oberon picked up a stone. He would have to be honest, it was rare to see healing semblances, they definitely weren't common where he was or in general to his knowledge. He would finally skip the rock, it sputtering down stream with no signs of halting, "You said you could tend to his wounds right? You a medic? Or is it your semblance?"
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ stood there frozen for a bit after Poppy hugged him. It was just so odd to find her out here, but they were teammates, but more then that they were both lost souls. Maybe they were in sync in some way. He would awkwardly hug her back with his arm that wasn't attached to an injured shoulder. A shiver ran up his spine when she embraced him. He hoped she didn't notice, or would ascribe it to his wounded state. Before he could reply Oberon walked over. He was clearly curious about everything. "Well, I was alone, but I met this guy just before some grimm showed up." Roq said. That basically summarized the situation.
"Pretty lucky I guess. I could take all of the grimm if it was one or two at a time, but with that many it was certainly nice to have some help. They swarm ya pretty quick as ya know." Roq winced and held a hand up to his shoulder softly.
"It's minor, I think I just reopened my wounds that were almost fully healed from the wall." Roq looked away awkwardly. He wanted to say yes to her healing him, but that moment—when she healed him—it was something else. "I do need to be healed, I guess."
Roq pondered if it was better to wait till they were back in the city first, but decided it was fine now. He turned to Oberon. Time to fess up, the guy deserved it. "So, I don't exactly live out here. I mean, I did come from a small town out in the wild like this, but technically—as of right now—I am a beacon student. One of the suicide squad. And this is my teammate; Poppy." he said it matter-o-factly. Hoping the man would forgive him. "What's your name by the way, never caught it? And now that we're spitting truths, it only seems appropriate."
Roq would wince again. The pain was throbbing worse as the adrenaline from the fight faded. "How does this work again? Do you need me to do anything for you to heal me?" She sang last time, but maybe she needed to be touching his wound or something. He wasn't all there last time, so he couldn't remember. But he held a hand out to her to take if she needed to. Otherwise he took a deep breath and made ready for her work. Last time she enchanted him. Was it part of her semblance? Was it just a side effect? He would try to resist.
Poppy looked to the new arrival on the scene and flashed him a short smile, she returned to looking back at the wound on his shoulder and winced a little at the sight of the blood. She nodded in agreement and swallowed what felt like a rock down her throat with the nerves. Poppy listened to Roq as he turned around to speak to the newcomer, she tilted her head a little at the mention of suicide squad, but soon coughed in embarrassment at the question of her being his wife or girlfriend, she laughed sheepishly and once she calmed down and felt her face becoming less red smiled to him. "Well.. I can't heal everything, but my semblance can heal this wound for sure.." she said, smiling gently at Roq as she stood a little bit closer to him.
Poppy placed her hand on his shoulder, she appreciated Roq asking her what to do. She would look at the hand he held out and take it in her other hand, holding it tightly to attempt to calm her nerves, he would be able to feel the nerves calming slowly as her grip loosened. She would open her mouth, "Just stay as still as you can.." she would say before she began to sing. The wings on her back would begin to glow as did Roq's wound, it would sew itself back together from the inside out as she continued to sing.
OOC: When you post next you can do it from when the song finishes and after etc! Just have to give it to the next post to come out of it.
Roq would continue to talk of their encounter. Oberon still not necessarily seeing it as a big deal would just shrug it off, feeling as though the kid would have managed on his own somehow. Roq was nice, maybe a bit too much for Oberon's liking, it kind of reminded him of his counterpart, "Disgustin." He could also see this awkward tension in the air between the two, which is why he asked the question he asked previously, though he supposed a blind man could sense this sort of tension, from their body language to their tone of voice. Oberon wouldn't comment on it much further, they children barely scrapping adulthood, they could sort it. Besides that, he'd rather not. He studied the young woman for a moment in her response to his question directed at Roq as well as her response to about her semblance. Oberon would remember it since she was so kind as to just give it away.
Roq, finally confessed about not being a native to the forest, though Oberon had already surmised that from previous conversation and by the way Roq handled himself and his "home" in battle. He also introduced his girlfriend as his teammate, another beacon student. Spitting truths? Oberon wouldn't really call this that phrase specifically. The only people that really needed to know who he was were his associates, to everyone else he'd rather they forgot he existed. Oberon picked up another stone as the young woman would begin her procedure. The woman's voice's was soft and the tone seemed a bit intimate, not to mention the song selection, but it was already made rather apparent that she cared a great deal about this kid, Roq. It only made Oberon wonder exactly what that kid was really hiding behind his mask of kind words and beneath his gentle nature. Maybe it was just natural but Oberon had a hard time believing that about anyone but after all... they were probably more starry-eyed and optimistic than he was.
As Poppy sang something inside himself began to stir, or more accurately, something inside Kesshin did which seemingly spilt over to him. Again, the visage of a woman appeared in the forefront of his mind. Still, he could not make out her face fully... Was it bloody? Oberon skipped the stone in his hand, this one splashed harder than the first, and skipped faster down the water. "This uncomfortable feelin... is it sorrow? No, that's not quite right..." His body language still remained controlled but behind his mask, maybe even unbeknownst to him there was this look of frustration or maybe agitation? As Poppy ended so too did that feeling. It was almost as if he was angry but it had no clear direction; with all those factors Oberon could only come to one conclusion, "Regret..."Oberon grumbled, how was it that even when asleep Kesshin somehow found a way to meddle with him?
Oberon would just ignore it, but if this persisted he knew he would have to deal with it eventually. The how of it he wasn't exactly sure, but he would find a way, he always did. Back to the matter at hand, "Ah, I see... Well, since we're goin around tellin the obvious; I am postman, a businessman, I'm all those things and more, all under the guise of mercenary." This for the most part was the truth, just not in the obvious way of course. On the subject of his name, he really didn't want to give it but he figured he somehow owed the guy, and he's not one for debts, "They call me Oberon, for reasons you hopefully won't ever need to see." He honestly doesn't remember where he picked up the name, as far as he could remember he was always Oberon. It just felt right given the nature of his semblance and personality so he never bothered to think of any other name, or question his own. "Now, should I leave you two to bathe with each other? Or will this be quick?" Oberon was ready to meet these prospective clients; he didn't know how much sway Roq had with these people but if he could get his foot in the door, if they had some challenging or interesting tasks for him, and if they agreed to his contract terms then he felt he would be more secure than ever before.
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ watched Poppy as she prepared to do her work. She was so smiley. As always. Part of him wondered if it was fake, or did she really feel that way. It seemed to be she was nervous. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. She was too beautiful. It made him angry. Yet, he couldn't help but melt when he felt her cool hands touch his shoulder. She would grab his hand afterall. She gripped it tightly. Was it required for healing, or just to help her nerves? He didn't know. The grip would loosen just as she began to sing. He would feel his anger subside instantly. He felt her voice flow through him. The healing vibrations tickled as they knit his skin back together and healed the wound. "Ohhh, that tickles." Roq said with his eyes still closed.
Once the song was done he would violently shake off the ticklish sensation he felt all over and let go of Poppy's hand. He would bring it to his chest and rub it as if to check and see if it was okay. He'd nod to Poppy, thankful for her healing powers, but clearly suspicious of them and and their side effects. "Does that exhaust you?" he asked. Curious how much energy it took for her to heal him. He was always getting hurt afterall.
Roq would listen to Oberon as he spoke and was glad to finally get a name. Roq would pull his scroll out and open it to his contact page. He'd toss the scroll at Oberon to catch and take down his contact info as Roq headed to the stream past Poppy. He would quickly toss up some water and clean his bare shoulder. Once done he'd leave his robe half down and just tie the arm off. "Almost done here, now that Poppy is here I guess we can split. I'll contact you soon with a meeting for Aurtrox. He's a busy guy so it will be sudden and you'll have to be ready to come when I message you. Roq looked at Oberon sidewise. "I assume you're gonna be staying in Vale for at least the week?" Roq wasn't sure how swiftly he could set the meeting up, but likely in the next few days.
