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Breaking the Ice [Ricky Maze]

Postby Ripp on June 4th, 2015, 9:16 am

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It was early in the morning and Ripp was exhausted having traveled through the night. He had very little money with him simple because of the possibility of bandits but he meant to sell his supplies in Zeltiva, that is… if they would let him in, which was dubious at best. He had no idea about this city, and he hadn’t really had much chance to ask people back home in Lhavit. His foster family might have known a bit about Zeltiva, but he’d lost contact with them by the time he’d made up his mind to go. He wished he’d thought of stealing Denis’s boat and sailing there. The journey on foot had not been fun. He found himself talking to his cat a lot, which, really, was how he justified talking to himself. The cat named Flos was inside his bag which he’d left slightly open so he could breathe. When he wanted out he would let Ripp know, but for now he seemed content to sleep on top of all of his belongings. Ripp had set it up so that his clothes made a bit of a nest for him. What a lucky cat traveling in such luxury. But Ripp wanted to keep him alive and as spoiled as he could. He had developed a fondness for him, more over he sort of reminded Ripp of an old friend he missed dearly. He tried to think of her as he approached the guards. He tried to think of her because she reminded him that people could also be decent, and because just picturing her face calmed his nerves a little bit.

Ripp looked shabby and tired. His eyes were free of kohl since he’d been traveling, but they were ringed with dark circles anyway. His skin seemed to be far greyer than usually especially in his face. And he was skinny. He’d lost a lot of weight while traveling. He’d underestimated how much food he should bring for himself. Flos, of course, was able to catch mice and eat them. Ripp hunted as well, but he’d been rusty. He’d not done it since he was 7 years old, and even back then he’d been rubbish at it. His eyes seemed cold and dangerous and effectively communicated his usual intimidating intensity, but Ripp wasn’t angry, in fact he was actually terrified. This was his way of putting on a brave face, which was a problem, because the goal here was to seem non-threatening. He couldn’t rely on his age anymore. He was no longer a boy, so that advantage was lost to him. He remembered trying to enter Lhavit for the first time when he was 8 years old so vividly even now. As he approached this new place his mind was rushing back to that memory. And once again he felt like a defenseless little boy, facing a situation which could only end in one of two ways, Life, or death. Was this how it would be entering every new city? Would he always be drawn back into those memories? He figured it was very likely to be so.

His Tomo-daggars, which were his only weapon apart from his nails and teeth, were stowed in one of the pockets of his bag, but he’d made sure they were within reach should he need them. With a deep breath, he readied himself to approach. He tried his best to look normal, making sure at all times to keep his teeth hidden when they initially saw him approach. “H-Hail… I would like to Enter your City” He would say in the common tongue, upon approach. His accent gave him away more than anything. He still spoke the common tongue like a Zith. It was his mothers accent that had stayed with him, though if he concentrated he could sound a little like a svefra when speaking fratava. The sun hurt his eyes but he tried not to show this too much and squinted up at the city guards. He tried to be as non-threatening as he possibly could. He made himself small as he approached, his hands were always in full view. But he did not smile. Ripp rarely smiled, he didn’t know how to make the expression look right unless he did it naturally. Already, as he watched their faces, at least some of them must be noticing what he was.

The tension in the moment was bound to be pretty high, what with the Zeltivian opinion on Zith, or descendants of Zith being abysmal. So what happened next must have been a shock to all involved. At that moment Flos decided he didn’t want to sleep anymore. Annoyed meowing cut the silence in half. By the gods Flos this isn’t the time! But the cat wouldn’t back down. He wanted out. Suddenly a furry little grey head appeared through the top of the bag as he mewed and tried to get out. “Eh… I… This is… ow!” The cat’s clawed little paw had squeezed its way out of the bag and had raked the back of his neck leaving three red cuts. Ripp’s face look horrified, embarrassed and shocked. The back of his mind he did think ‘Surely a monster couldn’t carry around a furry pet cat, right?’ He though he should make a joke out a bit but words failed him so he just laughed nervously and tried to force the cat back into the bag.

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Postby Ricky Maze on June 7th, 2015, 11:08 pm

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The word had already been spread throughout those who were within the vicinity, those with ranks were to assemble close towards the entrance of the city, for what could possibly be a freak or a monster waiting to harm their people. Mentions of the word Zith posed a curiosity among those who worked their way over there, yet for the few that arrived only one seemed less intimidated by the appearance of such a being. Three different sized men in both height as well as body type had arrived, the third being the last to arrive but certainly the bravest to face the creature that walked before them. This doesn't look roi, Zith 'ave wings and 're... well more. Thoughts echoed within the skull behind the big blue eyed bear as he walked forward towards the less intimidating figure, once his cat literally appeared out of the bag to show add to the show.

Already the few that started to assemble murmured at this one's appearance, they were leery of this one's presence in their city but they were withdrawn, and left it up to the higher ranking officer there to handle the situation. Enter Ricky Maze then. He would keep true to his beliefs in being the cities guardian, and that would involve determining whether or not other's speculation were in fact true. He looks like a harmless brat if ya ask me. He mused quietly as he walked forward to stand several feet before the boy, his eyes thorough as they measured this boy from first hair atop his heat to the tip of the toe on his boots. "Enter our city ye say boy? Quite curious t' know what brings ya t' Zeltiva, what wit' a cat shoved in yer bag an' all d'at." He posed with a wry grin as he hoped it would lead the boy to explain just a little bit, hopefully nothing too deep like a life's story about the cruel world however.

"Zeltiva's not de place t' warm up t'... Zith as ye're probably aware of, but ye don't fully look Zith now. Normally we would put Zith down but ye're a different case fer us, t'erefore if ye want roi int' our city yer welcome t'. Only know we'll be keepin' a watchful eye on ya at best." He explained as he crossed his arms and wondered what the boy might have to say next, he felt that he should at best maintain a warmer presence compared to others here, thus offered a hand for a shake seeing as how Zeltiva would prove difficult for the child to adjust to. "Sergeant Ricky o' de Wave Guard, if ya 'ave any questions or need a hand Oi'll be happy t' help however Oi can." Upon his right hand the Luminance mark remained visible at the back, a small tingle pricked upon his skin as he suddenly started to feel a little more differently about the boy. Compared to before he started to relax now as tension would ease out of his shoulders, and a warm positive air practically swam around him as he talked with the newcomer.
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Breaking the Ice [Ricky Maze]

Postby Ripp on June 8th, 2015, 6:39 am

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The guards muttered to each other. Ripp was sure he seemed harmless enough, but would it be enough to gain entry? Flos still hadn’t really settled and kept meowing indignantly he didn’t dare let him out lest he darted into the city, or away from it. Ripp would hate to lose the annoying little creature. Finally, what seemed like the highest ranking guard was striding towards him. He was huge, looked like he could take Ripp apart with a single well placed strike. Although really that wouldn’t be much of a feet. Ripp wasn’t really built for fighting people like him. Ripp squinted as he looked up at the intimidating figure. He looked Ripp over from head to toe, probably wondering why he did not have wings or fur. And finally he spoke. His accent would be hard to understand if he hadn’t been hearing it for much of his life. He asked the expected question: ‘why are you here’. And he said that while he was welcome because he wasn’t a winged Zith, but he’d be watched carefully in this city. Welcome wouldn’t be the word I’d use… tolerated maybe. He thought to himself but did not say.

Ripp looked up at the guards smile initially unsure weather it was genuine or forced. He did have a feeling the guard was trying a different approach than the other guards and their still accusing and suspicious expressions. Ripp felt very relieved, for a moment while the guard was speaking he allowed himself to show it before returning to a fairly neutral expression. Another day survived, hopefully. He had no idea what he would do next if he was barred entrance. Wouldn’t it be shameful sight for a Zith of all creatures to die out in the wilderness due to dehydration, starvation or exhaustion. Maybe all three at once.

Ripp had to find his tongue again, the guard was looking at him expectantly for an answer. Ripp thought about what he should say. He could say he was just looking for a home and a job, which was true enough. He’d probably be here for a long while before being game to travel again even if he couldn’t find the man he was looking for in Zeltiva. But he figured letting them know he had a father born in this city may help his plight, or at least make him curious. Ripp wasn’t sure if his father would accept him even if he was here, but It might be a second chance, and he couldn’t pass it up. “Yes I’m well aware.” He said simply, this statement alone telling quite enough about his experiences in other cities. “I’m here because I’m hoping to find my father, who I’ve been told was Zeltivian born.” He said to the point, because that was why he was here, and because it seemed like the best reason to give this smiling bear of a man in order to gain entry “My human father that is.” He paused having given his answer and then followed the guards eyes to his cat which had settled finally. He though of something and it made him chuckle. Given the Zith diet it might have been an assumption that this was not a pet but a substitute for human meat. “This ‘ere cat is not ma grub, if that be what ye thought” He couldn’t help but throw a little joke in, he spoke fratava this time, figured it might help him get on this guards good side, he also figured by his accent that he may know the language. He waited to see if the guard could understand him before continuing in his second language. “’s name’s Flos. He’ll probably bolt if I let him outa the bag.”

The air was cleared and as the wave guard extended his hand, Ripp felt like he could relax a little himself. He knew very well that he was going to be stared at a lot, maybe even shouted abuse on the streets, but Ripp didn’t really care about that. He was used to it. People were how they were and that wasn’t changing any time soon, and neither was he. They didn’t like change, and Ripp was a change wherever he went. He could never truly fit in anywhere, and he’d accepted that. He was lucky this guard appeared to be a little different or the situation could have turned out very poorly. The guard introduced himself and put fourth his hand for a shake. Ripp looked at Ricky’s outstretched hand for a moment, a little staggered at being greeted like this. For a moment it was like he didn’t know what to do with the gesture. He noticed the glowing mark on Rickys hand but he had no idea what on mizahar it was. Somehow though, he seemed to feel the positivity in the air ease him a little.

The Sargent undoubtedly did not have to be this polite to him, it seemed almost as though he was doing this seemingly out of genuine good-naturedness. Ripp of course returned the gesture even though this wasn’t typical of him. “My name is Ripp, I’m very pleased to meet you.” He said switching to common tongue again to introduce himself as politely as he could. “I’m very much in need of a room to stay in, somewhere I can get a apply for a job and somewhere I can sell my traveling gear. If you could help me out with all that, I would very much appreciate it. I’m a decent semester, if that helps”

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Postby Ricky Maze on June 9th, 2015, 4:02 am

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From what Ricky could see it looked as though the young man had a lot on his mind, given his current situation the guardian could hardly blame him now that he'd been here. Often there had been times where moments like this proved to be a little delicate because of misunderstandings, so it goes without reason for saying that tension rises quickly when diplomatic measures occur. So far everything looked good in the Sergeant's eyes, hardly any real form of aggression existed in this youngster's posture, if anything he looked withdrawn and timid to the lot of them. That was again with good reason though, but with that aside they could all allow the little incursion to pass finally. While the whole guard hadn't been notified of this it wouldn't take long for the word to spread, so the better impression Ricky made for both parties then the better off this foreigner would be when he found himself inside.

At the word that the newcomer came here in search of his paternal parent, Rick's own eyes seemed to widen for a moment as he felt a sudden sense of relation. For a chime he wanted to crack a joke and ask if it were his own father, but that hardly seemed appropriate at the moment given the circumstances they were both under. Then out of nowhere he explained a bit about his cat named Flos, and managed to do it in the Fratavan language no less. Rather a bit impressed Ricky found himself amused by it, and thus returned his answer with the same tongue no less. "Aye, bet he'll be glad t' be outta de bag soon, when y' find a place t' stay." He reasoned as he crossed his arms still in his relaxed form, he looked over his shoulder to check up on the other guards present. A few more assembled but they didn't seem worried or nervous, more or less indifferent to the fact he'd chosen to approach, though a couple didn't appear to like the idea of letting a half Zith into the city.

"De usual t'ings t' handle d'en." He remarked in the Common tongue once he looked back to Ripp, a small but friendly grin still present as he considered what the best route to follow would be. Personally he would've rather just let the boy pass and be on his way, but he felt just letting him in with instruction would hardly be helpful in the long run. Plus there still existed something that tickled Ricky's skin a little, an indication that Ripp hid away some shadowy form of a doubt deep down. "Gimme a tick." He murmured with a finger held up for a moment before he turned around, he moved over towards the other guards to share a few words while Ripp waited where he stood. "He's toothless so far, Oi say he deserves a change."

"Y' sure Sergeant? Never know when one of his kind might lash out." One of the guards argued with concern, the others hardly seem to disagree with the idea.

"S'why if we're careful 'bout d'is, we can avoid d'at kind o' reaction. He dun 'ave reason t' hurt us, so long as we treat 'im fair enough he'll prove different from de rest."

"Ya sure Sergeant?"

"Yeah. Oi'll take it upon me self, makin' it me responsibility t' make sure he gets along wit' our citizens. Go on back t' yer posts, Oi'll handle it from 'ere." He finished as he pointed towards the city, at that order the others listened and moved forward to continue their routes, and Ricky resumed the main task he found himself wrapped up in. He hardly enjoyed playing tour guide for newcomer's but in this case it was needed, since circumstances dictate a bit more delicacy to be involved. "D'ey'll let other guards know yer in de city, so de only t'ing ye'll 'ave t' be ready for is a few looks instead o' questions." He noted with a wry smile as he approached Ripp once more. "In de meantime Oi'll help get ya settled in, show ya where t' go when ya need somethin'." He nodded towards the city then as he felt ready to get started, hopeful the individual might find a bit of ease in being personally welcomed into the city.
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Breaking the Ice [Ricky Maze]

Postby Ripp on June 11th, 2015, 7:03 am

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The guard didn’t comment further on his reasons for being here, something for which he was glad. He’d heard all the remarks about his father being a pervert who petched and impregnated an animal, or his mother being a raper and forcing himself on the man. Ripp really didn’t need to hear it again so Rickys silence on the matter was appreciated. The man just widened his eyes a bit at Ripp’s motivation and made no further comment. Ripp did manage to detect somewhat of a flicker that suggested Ripp’s language skills had impressed him. He’d no choice but to learn fratava back in Lhavit, his foster family certainly didn’t teach him but he’d picked it up slowly over time out of necessity. At any rate it seemed as though he was getting into the city, which was the best new he’d heard all day. Ricky still looked relaxed and his lips were still curved into an easygoing smile. Ripp still doubted this was anything too genuine but there was little point in dwelling on that. In fact he tried to let his mind go blank so he would stop overthinking. It was making him more exhausted than he already was. He was expecting the guard to converse with the others before letting him in, and so he just nodded once when Ricky left his side to go and check in with them.

He tried to look away and stop listening to them because he didn’t really want to know. It proved difficult without actually covering his ears because they were sharp enough to clearly make out everything they were saying. Ripp gave up and ended up listening in while Ricky told them about his proposal to Let Ripp through the gates. Some of them seemed hesitant, one even suggesting that he was going to lash out at any moment. This was an amusing idea. If anyone was likely to cause trouble it was the citizens of Zeltiva. People often tended to accuse him of being animalistic, and unpredictable, but it was humans who were unpredictable. So caught up in what might become a problem that they cause problems themselves. It was as if they were trying to beat him to it. Rickys next words didn’t overly help his bitterness. He wondered had they ever had a conversation with a Halfling before today? What did ‘the rest’ actually entail? The spoke of him like one would speak of an untamed dog.

Ripp watched him return again, and he tried to put aside his poisonous thoughts for he didn’t want to ruin everything now. He expected the guard would point him in the right direction and them let him go but it seemed like he was getting a personal tour. Ricky explained about the guards and Ripp shrugged “I’m used to it.” He said then quickly disguised the bitter expression he’d let slip through. It was quite selfish of him really, he should be expressing his gratitude. This man had at least vouched for him, and then he’d gone a step further and personally offered to welcome him to the city. But Ripp wasn’t really like that, so all he could manage to say was a very quiet “Oh there’s no need…” He began the sentence but trailed off before the end because Ricky seemed already made up about it.

When the pass ended and the buildings began Ripp saw that a small crowd had formed to watch, and as soon as he got within earshot he could hear their disapproving whispers. He ignored them as best he could and instead admired the city. He walked mutely because he wasn’t sure weather he was supposed to say something or not. His mood improved a little and he’s stopped listening to the whispers now. They tended to blend into background noise when he wasn’t paying them any mind. He wondered weather Zeltivians were hostile towards his kind or weather they would just rather stare and gossip. He hoped it was the second. He’d hate to be thrown out for defending himself. He thought about asking Ricky but he wasn’t sure how to phrase the question so it didn’t sound pathetic. He decided to ignore them for now and focus on the city and remembering where they were going for when he was on his own.

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Postby Ricky Maze on June 13th, 2015, 8:48 am

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So far it seemed like Ripp found relief in being given passage into the city, albeit Rick's mentioning of other's wary of his presence seemed of old news to the half bred. In truth Ricky himself found a struggling sense of prejudice in his own accord, yet as he tossed that aside he found himself reasonably arguing. The mental sort of arguing. It was the "what should he be called?" or "how he should be referred" to issue that always made it difficult to guess, either way Ricky wouldn't let it get in the way from the idea that Ripp was just like any other being. Human or not he is an individual like everyone else, that meant he had the right to be treated the same, at least that's how the guardian wanted to see things anyways. "Sounds like ya dealt wit' d'is quite often, can't imagine how hard it must be." He reasoned before he finally started to take the lead, already he started to feel a sense of compassion for the boy and they'd only just met.

Given his situation Oi can't say Oi blame his attitude actually. He validated as he watched the boy for a couple of glances, he could tell that while Ripp put on a good front, the half human already felt a sense of unease in the new place. Zeltiva had its perks however and while the society might be harsh, Ricky felt that this newcomer could stand against such a flaw and even better rise above it. Such a thing could only be a mere obstacle when one found the will to surpass it, yet the bigger mystery behind it was that Ripp's own decisions were what changed that obstacle. Decisions that had yet remained to be seen now that he arrived in Zeltiva, but the more important thing to clarify was the intent to seek out a father instead. What would happen if Ripp found him? Did he intend to stay? The more important question Ricky reminded himself of however; where was the first stop he would be making?

"Zeltiva's a beautiful place t' live in even when it's not easy at times." He admitted as he walked along as Ripp's personal guide. "Often we deal wit' a harsh winter 'ere and t'ere, but we pull t'rough all our own ordeals wit' time." They were within the Old Quarter district now and headed in the general direction towards West Street, a general nod in the direction of a large building followed as they passed by its distinct location. "When ya get settled in ye'll wanna head 'ere, de offices for de Lord o' Council. De Seneschal t'ere will help ya get a job where ever may fit ya, so long as yer reasonable wit' him at least." He mused while they moved along further into the city, it would take a short bit before they arrived at their next stop of course. While that walk would transition though Ricky would attempt to converse with Ripp, see if he couldn't help break the foreigner out of the shell he tended to keep within.

"Nothin' ya gotta answer if it's personal lad, but if why'd ya come lookin' fer yer old man? Oi mean d' ya know anyt'in specific 'bout him? How he looks? What he does? Anythin'?" He inquired curiously as he tried to avoid the idea of being too nosy, too much probing might lead the boy to question his own motives after all. The last thing Ricky wanted was to make a new arrival feel uncomfortable after all, so really he just maintained a calm, warm, and positive atmosphere while he fleshed out curiosities.
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Breaking the Ice [Ricky Maze]

Postby Ripp on June 15th, 2015, 3:58 pm

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What Ricky said caught him a bit off guard. He looked up at the man with a perplexed expression, his eyes searching for the actuality behind his words. He looked very genuine, but there were so many reasons to think that he wasn’t. Wasn’t he just trying to pacify Ripp so that he didn’t ‘lash out’. Maybe he just didn’t want to deal with a troublesome creature, so he was trying to appear unbiased and friendly. Ripp suddenly felt a retort load itself onto his tongue. He wanted to say ‘No, you couldn’t’ But even to him that sounded pathetic, so he bit his tongue and didn’t respond verbally, instead choosing just to give a curt nod. His gaze moved back to stare out ahead of him, and his expression shifted back to blank and unreadable and he retreated a little into his own mind. As he did so, something didn’t occur to him: if he was convincing himself that no one could possible say anything understanding or sympathetic and mean it when conversing with him, then how could he ever trust his father? How could he trust anyone?

The silence seemed to drag on between them, all the while Ripp became even more reluctant to speak up. He was afraid that if he did he might say something rash and offend this man. This he could not afford to do right now. And truthful, he didn’t want to. He felt like he really owed him one, even if the guard was just doing his job. But the silence was uncomfortable, and the city go-ers surrounding him with their conversations made him feel claustrophobic. Ripp glanced at Ricky, who seemed a little lost in thought himself. Ricky spoke again, about the city and it’s climate. It felt easier to reply when he wasn’t leading the conversation so he finally spoke up “I used to live in Lhavit, I know all about cold, the Unforgiving is well… unforgiving” He nodded at a building and told him that was the place he’d find employment. He nodded “Well I aint gonna bite ‘im” He grumbled indignantly, but cracked a small smile afterwards, though he tried to hide it.

The smile disappeared soon after when Ricky asked his next question, replaced with a frown. How should he answer that one, HE didn’t even know why the hell he was looking for his father, and anything he came up with he knew he didn’t want to tell anyone. There had to be some sort of hope there that finding his father might mean having a family, and having a life that could some day become normal. That maybe someday he could be ‘normal’, or at least have someone who made him feel that way. But it could go the other way. Ripp might become an unwanted child once again. His father might even be angry with him for turning up out of the blue and crashing into his life. He knew nothing but his name and his face, his mother had really only known him briefly. Ripp had been silent for a while so ignoring the ‘why’ he answered the rest. “No it’s fine. I mean I have a face and a name. That’s about it. His family name is Piper, and I have a sketch” He tried to sound nonchalant about it.

He trailed off, lost in thought again. What would he actually do if he found his father here? The thought of approaching this man made him a little weak at the knees actually. The fact that he was getting a job meant that he was getting an excuse to settle in and put it off for a while. For a moment he forgot he was talking to anyone, he was so lost in his thoughts and feelings. He got a real intense but melancholy look on his face and thought aloud “I just gotta know if…” He began but didn’t finish, and then cleared his throat, shutting down again abruptly. He hadn’t really said anything, but his face probably talked up a storm. How had he lost his mask so easily in that moment? All these years like a hard-boiled-egg, and now he was cracking at the slightest touchy subject? Ricky must skilled at making for a secure atmosphere. Come to think of it, why had he asked? Ripp wasn’t sure why Ricky would care to know any more about why he was here than was his duty to ask as a guard. “Well, one thing at a time anyway.” He said because he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

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Postby Ricky Maze on June 25th, 2015, 12:21 am

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At the note about Lhavit and the Unforgiving the guardian nodded as he took mental note of the two, their names weren't something he'd necessarily heard of but both sounded interesting. Well Lhavit did anyways, the name "Unforgiving" just sounded unpleasant. Most likely because of its terrain and the sort of creatures that dwell within it, Ricky could only guess what else would earn a place such a name. At the comment that Ripp wouldn't bite the Seneschal though, Ricky couldn't help but smirk as he withheld a chuckle inside. Once the question came about Ripp's father however it seemed that silence was all that followed, contemplation might've been present but Ricky could see more in the boy, he knew Ripp wasn't comfortable with the subject in general just yet.

Touchy subject roi now. He guessed as he looked further ahead a little awkwardly, his face remained rather plain until the newcomer finally answered. Family name "Piper" and a sketch to go off of, sounded like your everyday wild hunt to him. Ricky could remember a few times where he'd felt caught up in a similar situation, of course now that he'd been home and started a family, he'd more or less been too caught up in that to worry about familial ties elsewhere. Ripp seemed to start with a mutter that fell short of silence, yet just as soon as it died the words were barely caught at best. Ricky looked down to the boy once more, curious as well as concerned about what sort of trouble plagued the boys mind. Yeah. One t'ing at a time. The remark had been something he agreed with, both for Ripp and for him seeing as how he'd only met the boy. There was no need to suddenly go on a whim and try to encourage the boy with a long speech, lessons were better learned when they came naturally anyways rather than forced by impulse. Still it troubled Ricky to see a troubled soul like this, and it made the back of his hand tingle at a hint of purpose.

"Oi grew up wit' my Pa, never knowin' me Ma because she died. One day de vessel he'd sailed on never returned, an' de soon after de Sailor's Guild confirmed it had been lost at sea. So fer eight years Oi t'ought me Pa dead, an' when he finally returned home, boy y' can imagine how pissed Oi was." He explained as he tried to find common ground with the boy. "After a season had passed however, he finally met his end from a few thugs near de Denvali Quarter. He died in me arms when Oi finally found him..." He grew silent then as he started to wonder if this had been a good idea, granted it had been brought up to try and help the boy open up some. Then again he'd probably shy away because of it, after all who would could understand such a situation when they themselves weren't in it. It had probably been due to Ricky's own whim that Ripp could possibly relate to the story somehow, so it could've very well mislead him to be mistaken in turn.

"I know how hard it is, t' be searchin' for somet'in. Just t'ought it'd help ya feel less alone." He reasoned as he finally glanced down over to Ripp once more, their turn onto West Street marked their next point in the walk. "D'is here is West Street. Ye'll find various shops where y' can both buy and sell from, an' further along down 'ere we'll find de World's End Grotto. It'll be where y' can stay at fer de while." He explained as they continued further down the street, he noticed a few people already glanced at the two when they passed. They weren't looks of joy or pleasure for the matter either, but Ricky hardly cared how disheartened or prejudice others would present themselves towards them. He could handle it. In the long run it might come back to bite him in the ass later, but right now his only concern was the aid in helping this boy settle down for a time.
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Ricky Maze
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