Closed The monk and the fisherman. (Gybe)

[Rador]

Summer 515 18th, sunrise. Rador liked it when the sun came up. The sun might not discourage things crawling out from the aperture. But at least you could easily see them and punch them in the face,mouth or whatever else they had when it wasn't dark. Besides, when the sun came up it meant that it was time for him to retreat to the quarters and that he was allowed to get some sleep and food. Night patrols really could really drain a man. Rador took out his canteen and took a sip of water as he began to walk back to the quarters. Sunrise or not. his patrol was only over when he stepped through the door of the tempered anvil. for now he still needed to keep an eye out for trouble and the strange. He really hoped he wouldn't have of either. He was tired, sore and in dire need of some sleep. He sniffed and pulled a face when he smelled the unmistakable stench of fish and brine. He quickly looked around and saw a solitary man walking through the streets. the man had the looks of a sailor. So it was obvious that he was the source of the stench. Sure it was already sunrise and he wasn't the sole person allowed on the streets again. But it was very strange for a man of the docks to be in the western district this early. What was that man doing here? "Oi, you. Fisherman. What are you doing in the western Quarters."

[Gybe]

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If Gybe had learned anything in this city it was how to avoid fights. Some knew him infamously for being a waste of time, but that was good for him because it meant they could respect him for his many other talents. While he didn't advertise a sign on the door of his house of what he did, the local friends who were closer to him knew that he knew just about everyone. They could ask him if he knew Roget the monk in the western district and he would tell them that not only did he know Roget, but he knew how many fights the man had last week and how he did in each of them. That was the cunning of Gybe. He wasn't a savant though and frequently forgot some bits of information so it was common for him to continuously get to know people over and over again. Now that he had finished his morning ritual of dropping fish off for food to the monks and paying some respects to various demigods, he was on his way to the western district to pay his daily respects to Xannos. Here he got stopped mid stride it seemed by one of the more pushy variety of monk.

With a calm demeanor he paused. The shirtless vagabond he was boasted of sunkissed skin and had seen much in the ways of experience with bouts at sea it seemed. He wore short pants that were slightly tight about his lowers so as to not fall down when bringing up his nets and then they would flare out toward his knees. They were bright orange in color, a thrilling display to say the least, and were quite the sight catcher. While he wasn't the pale sort of person to be called a Nykan, he also did not move with the lacking grace of a visitor to the city. Upon being called at his eyes shot in the direction of the monk. Within moments he had observed his muscle structure, his vocal pitch, his stance as he moved, analyzing whether he was a threat, or just curious. Regardless with a smile he offered a hand in welcoming friendship.

"Friend! You know those amazing fish you eat every morning that someone brings on by" which was out of the "goodness" of his heart, he didn't need to bring them by, and beating up the person who brought you good food was a big mistake. If that weren't enough did he need to fish for the best tasting of fish?

"That was me. I just delivered some back there. Now I'm heading to pay some respects to Xannos. How goes things here? Have any troubles in the night?" He said in a disarming way, meaning to not let the threatening inquisitor seem to have bothered him. He was a friendly seeming man and just a citizen. Being a citizen meant that he must have had done something important for the city at one point.

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[Rador]

Rador walked up to the man, looking him over with tired eyes. Now that he got closer it was rather obvious that he was an outsider. A man who probably had already been living in nyka for a few years already. But still an outsider without any sense of how it should be. To any nykian born it would have been unthinkable to call a monk of a different quarter then they were friend. Or act as familiar with them as he was doing. They were the law and order of nyka. They demanded a sense of reverence. Which was something he wasn't really feeling from this guy. “I'm not your friend. I'm a monk of xannos” rador shot back. There wasn't any hostility in it. Just a bit of irritation and a lot of pride. He didn't go down in the aparture just to be treated like a random man on the street. He risked his life and limb for his station. He didn't accept the man's handshake. The rest of the man's reasons sounded more then reasonable enough. Here to give a prayer or two to xannos. He could respect that as well. “It's been an active night. ” He stated in his tired voice. “And while it is good that you give the proper reverence to xannos. It might be safer for you to do so later in the day. Some of the problems are still around.” They were another monk's problem though. He was tired and sore after trying to kick them back into the heart of the world. He wanted his cot and a nice breakfast.

[Gybe]

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Gybe could quickly see this wasn't one of the unintelligent ones. He was one of the head-strong prideful ones. He rested his hands over his gut in a crossed and relaxed manner, waiting to hear what this guy had to say. He had the authority here, there was no doubt about it. With a quick glance as the man got close he noticed the man's tired eyes and he formulated in his mind what that could mean. Could it mean that he just awoke? While it was possible, it wasn't likely. He was probably most likely up all night. That meant he was probably grouchy, which was further evidenced by his tone and blowing off his greeting. He nodded in agreement with him, not wanting to spit his words back in his face. He was a peaceful seeming man, calm cool, which often were the most dangerous.

"That's a shame. I've got lots of respect for whatever it is you guys have to deal with." He sniffs and gestured vaguely, saying "You sound like you had an extra heap of a crappy night last night." he shook his head in disbelief. He was in a neutral position and stance, something a monk could understand, showing the monk that he was almost an ear if he wanted to unload at him. He only was this way because he didn't think in his pride the monk would perhaps want to talk to him, being a commoner and not a monk if he were to ask him why he had a crappy night. Hopefully it could coax it out the wild fighter before him. They were tough as nails in not only personality, but fists.

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[Rador]

“You better.” rador snapped at the comment of respect. Almost immediately regretting the fact after his tired brain caught up. He was a respected member of the monkhood of xannos. Not a petty tyrant. Rador was slightly startled when the man outright told that he looked and sounded like he had an extra crappy night. It was true that he had one. Summer always was plagued by small flocks of greenwing fliers trying to leave the aparture and settle aboveground. His hands, forearms and legs were covered in small acid burns that he got when he had been dealing with them. The acid had slowly burned through the leather of his gloves. Then there had been small pack of marrow dogs he had to put down with the help of a few more experienced monks. He had been luckier then the other initiate at least. She hobbled away with a nasty gash in her lower leg. And that was without the usual voices whispering to him in the dark or the mist impairing his judgement. But he quickly tried to put on a stoic face. He was a monk. He had to be stoic and implacable against all odds. He was more then a nykian civilian. He was the law against the criminals and the shield against the creatures from the aparture. If they couldn't put their thrust in him and his order then what could they believe in to keep them mostly safe from the aparture. “It's summer. The greenwings take flight.” He stated. “We have to eradicate those pests before they nest and damage the city.” If the man truly was a citizen he would know what greenwings were. So he didn't elaborate on that. “That comes on top with the usual strangeness and monsters from the aparture. It's worse then usual. But nothing a monk can't handle.” He tried to sound confident and calm. But he sounded more like he was trying to assure himself of it then the other man. Because he didn't feel confident and calm . He felt sore and the slight acid burns on his body hurt. He was tired and drained. Not to mention that earlier this season a vastly more experienced monk just up and vanished. That really raised the question in his mind. If those people can vanish, how long would it take for a mere initiate like him to bite the dust? All of that weighed on him. So he honestly wanted to just get home, slap some bandages and salve on his wounds and take a long nap. After that he just wanted to do soemthing to get his mind of that. Maybe train with one of the elder monks in how to smash heads in with his hammer. Just do anything to get that damn question out of his petching head.

[Gybe]

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Gybe was a very observant person and could see the wear and tear upon the man's garments. Each tear bearing a different sign, a different move used to counter flying Greenwings, bites from various strange beasts, and monks who would cause trouble in his district. It was all information that he stored away. While he was a fisherman, he loved to know what was going on in the city. He could see the man was burnt by various burns and yet it didn't seem to bother him. He was clearly a rough and tough man.

Gybe was himself a hardy beast of a man. He surely had on his bright yellow pants with black tie in the middle that reeked a bit of fish, but upon his feet were just a set of sandals and that was all he wore. He was shirtless at the moment, which wasn't too uncommon for fishermen who came in the early mornings. A brilliant blue mark of Laviku sat upon his left shoulder (at the moment) and seemed to move slowly in waves, almost as if it was a living breathing organism. It looked as though one could dive into his bicep and go for a swim. He looked tough, but that was a misconception of him. He had muscle and strength, but he was not skilled at fighting. He didn't have the right build it looked like, but he did look like he could ride out a storm, fight with a shark, or many other manly things. It certainly didn't mean that Gybe was weak, and it certainly didn't mean that he was unintelligent to be a fisherman. Just by looking into his eyes one could tell by his demeanor, his stance, his voice, and quick calculated responses that he was far from an Idiot.

He nodded about the Greenwings to the monk and had indeed heard of them. "I can't believe it's summer already. Where did the spring go?" He brought a hand up to rub against his wirey beard. Giving a faint smile of joviality to counter the man's tiredness. "So I hear one of your elders went down to the bridge last night and beat the hell out of six monks from the Eastern district in a challenge. Whew...that would have been pretty impressive to have seen. I hear the air crackles around them when they punch it's so fast." he looked up at the sun and said, "I guess it happened in the early hours before the sun came up." He wasn't a giddy schoolboy saying this, he just thought the monk would like a little boost of moral and was being informative. He was actually quite calm in his demeanor, but seemed pleased about the subject. If the monk indicated by body language which direction home was and which way he wanted to go, then Gybe would in kind angle his body as if to say "continue on your way, I am not here to stop you" and would walk a bit with him. If he didn't then Gybe would stand there firm like an Oak and await till the monk showed his intentions.

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