Jan 10, 2016

Esrenniel, Geneviette

We’re a little late on posting this one. Gene and Ren make up and are very cute. Continuation of this RP.

Warnings: Depression and anxiety mentions,

Seated at a table facing the doors, Ren sat, as he had for the past few days, and waited. And waited. ...And waited. Gene's letter was a well-handled weight in his pocket as he ran through all the reasons why it was stupid of him to be doing this - weren't there more pressing things to attend to? Wasn't this stalking? Incompetent stalking, but stalking nonetheless? The Whispers members here already knew what he was waiting for, and they would have tipped her off, wouldn't they? If she didn't show... What if it meant she was tired of him, and this was her way to let him down easily? Shouldn't he accept her word and let her be? - The pain and anger he remembered hearing in her voice kept him waiting at the bar, though, hoping to catch sight of her. Sighing, he propped his head in his hands and let his eyes glaze over for a moment.

"Excuse me, Initiate? There's a young man here to see you and he won't go away. Please deal with him."

Gene's eyes snapped up from her paperwork. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she stood. "Young man? What are you talking about? A human?" Gene didn't know any humans well, but she was utterly confused. Who could be looking for her, especially here? No one knew she was here. Except... She shook away the thought.

Ren checked the sun overhead. Truthfully, Lil would have preferred they head back to their workshop two days ago. The only thing keeping them here this late was him, and his insistence on speaking to Gene before they went, and now it was looking like they'd be another day because of him. One more hour. He'd stay one more hour, and then he'd leave, and... and he'd just have to find reasons to make trips to Lion's Arch, then. Shifting uneasily on his chair, he looked back at the doors, then glanced around the room.

Getting a look from her superior, she stood and hurried away without answers to her questions. Her mind reeled as she walked towards the bar. Who? Why? How? Exiting into the sunlight, Gene searched the room. A bartender, a few Whisper members, and- Oh no. Ren. He was facing the doors, looking right at her. She had told him to avoid her, not come looking!! But, her mind argued, who, what, had she expected? Ren was the only one who knew where she was, what she was doing. Had she really believed he would just let her go?

Ren sat up straight as Gene entered the room. His hopes for actually seeing her again, especially after the way she'd neatly vanished the other night, had been so low that he almost didn't believe it at first - the look on her face when she set eyes on him, though, cut him deep in a way he assumed a hallucination wouldn't. Clearly, she'd meant the letter. This had been a horrible mistake. Why couldn't he just let her be? But she'd seen him, he couldn't slink away now. Pushing off from the stool, he stood, unsure whether he should approach. He settled for a small, awkward wave.

Gene's eyes were wide. "Ren?" She winced as Ren looked in pain. She said nothing, only approached during his small wave and pulled him to a less visible spot. "Ren? What are you doing here?!" A tiny, tiny part of him was glad he's here. She hadn't expected to see him for a long while, maybe even forever, and had braced herself for the inevitable. Seeing him was a strange break to this brace, though not an entirely unwelcome one, however she didn't want to admit it.

"Gene - I..." Unresisting, Ren let her lead him into a corner, out of sight of most of the bar. Even though his embarrassment made him want to retreat so that he could curl up and forget he'd ever thought this was a good idea, he was painfully happy to see her. All he wanted to do was put his arms around her. In a way, this was his fault - if he'd never met her, then Vit wouldn't have been so rude. She'd insisted they had problems before, but surely getting her arrested hadn't helped anything. "I... that is, if you... If - if you want me to leave, I will," he stammered. Everything he'd wanted to say fled in his panic. "But I - I couldn't send a reply and leave it! Gene, you're... you're my friend. A, a very good friend."

Gene sighed, closing her eyes. "I... You are my friend too, Ren, though I don't know what I've done to deserve it. We knew each other a few weeks and I had you locked in jail!" She almost began rambling. Treesong, what had gotten into her? "But what are you doing here? What did you want to say?" Her voice wavered slightly. "You really, really shouldn't be around me. I'm explosive, Ren. The best I can do is explode on some dragons. Go home, huh? Work on those turrets of yours." She resisted the urge to smile, but a glimmer went through her eye as she remembered how passionate Ren was about his turrets.

"That, ah, was as much my fault as yours." Ren made an abortive motion with his hands, letting them thump back to his sides in failure. How to explain? How to express how comfortable he'd felt around her, even though he'd still been awkward and clumsy? He couldn't help but think of her as he worked on his turrets. "I... I don't mind that you're angry. You have reason to be," he managed. "I mean, I - I like explosive things! My turrets, I mean. I mean, not when they explode because I've made some miscalculation but - that is - "

Shutting up took physical effort; he put a hand over his mouth and looked away from her, his cheeks darkening. "I... I will leave, and I'll stay away. If you want me to. But, uhm... I... If you need... Gene, I - I want to be there. If you need me. I would hate to know you need someone but think you're a... a burden, or... or that you're imposing, or..." Lamely, he raked his hand through his spikes.

Gene listened with widening eyes as Ren spoke. Why did he care so much about her? What had she ever done to deserve it? She had caused so much turmoil. He never would have been wrapped up in so many problems without her. She remembered their first real meeting like it was yesterday, and yet even that was tainted with anger between Vitrun and herself. But besides that, she remembered what he'd been like. Friendly, passionate, excited, happy. He could be awkward, but Gene had found it endearing. She remembered what she had been like. She was happy. Angry, but happy. She was naive, hopeful. Gene wished more than anything that she could be that person again. That was a person that deserved to be around Ren, around good, happy people. All these thoughts ran through her head as he spoke, and after. She didn't respond immediately, watching in pain as Ren stumbled over his words and raked his hands through his hair. She didn't have time to think before she acted. A lot of her wanted to push Ren away, but she acted on instinct, a piece of her old self, and wrapped her arms around Ren's neck in a tight hug.

Ren's breath caught as Gene's arms went around his neck; he barely hesitated before hugging her back, dwarfing her small frame in his own, his chest painfully tight. Truth be told, he wasn't comfortable around many people. Gene had been the first, and for a while the only, person he could call a friend. To see her hurting, angry, and alone broke his heart. "I'm sorry," he said into her hair. He gave her waist a gentle squeeze, but let her pull away easily when she was ready; his hands lingered on her waist for a moment, the contact a reassurance for him - he'd missed her terribly. "Not just for, ah, forcing you to see me today. For... for everything that's happened."

Gene pulled away after a moment; she hadn't realized how tall he was and was on her tiptoes to reach his neck. She was hesitant to pull away. His support meant more than she could express in words, and it made her almost angry that she couldn't figure out how to tell him. Just the touch was more helpful than anything she had done in weeks of distancing herself, she realized, and she felt sad when he finally drew away. "No, d-don't be sorry. None of it was your fault. And I don't mind that you came, I just..." She flailed her arms, gesturing as she spoke and continued to even after she had trailed off. "Ren, I really don't know what's going on with me right now. I'm... I'm really angry at a lot of people, a-and I'm not sure what to do about any of it. I have bucket loads of problems and I don't know why. What did I ever go through-" She shook her head and cut herself off. "My point is, I don't want to dump all this stuff even I don't get on you. Can you get that?" She searched his eyes, looking up at him.

Ren didn't reply right away; he took her hands in his and considered them. The urge was to hug her again rather than reply, because what could he say to that? He wished he could sort her emotions out for her. "I... I understand. Or at least, I think I do? And I won't... push, or demand anything of you. But... I-if..." Pausing, he furrowed his brow and tried to put his thoughts in order. "If - you - you don't have to be alone because of it. If you want to be, that's... I understand." The urge became too strong, and he pulled her into another hug, bending down this time so she didn't have to reach up to him.

Gene was surprised when he took her hands into his. She almost used him to steady herself, looking into his eyes as he spoke, rambling. She felt so much guilt, all at once, it was crushing. When had she become incapable of dealing with her emotions? She felt guilty to be upsetting him, to have left him for so long, to have pushed him away at every turn. What could she say? Ren paused, and Gene opened her mouth to speak, to tell him that maybe she didn't want to be alone, even after everything, but he wrapped her in another hug before she even got the chance. She clung to him, raising herself a little so he didn't bend as far, his presence the only tether she had. "I'm so sorry, Ren..." She said into his hair, "I don't want to be alone." She knew it was true. She knew she should have questions, how she'd deal with so much, but she didn't. Not yet.

Holding her carefully, Ren let her hold onto him; he turned his head to try and hide the tears that were threatening. Sorting out the wash of emotions running through him would take him time, but there were more important things to attend to at the moment. "You don't have to be," he said once he was sure his voice would hold steady long enough. "I - the Whispers wouldn't appreciate having me bumbling around, but if - if you need something, you can write me. Or visit. Or... Or something. Hack our terminals." A bit of a laugh snuck into his voice at the end - she'd been a natural with the Archive's terminal - and he gave her a gentle squeeze.

Gene squeezed Ren before letting him go, feeling as if he was something precious and fragile she should be careful with as she released him, a tear finally falling from her right eye, and she wiped it away, embarrassed. She smiled, though, at his ability to make a joke, and chuckled. "Maybe. Or maybe not, given last time." She suddenly felt the need to avoid his gaze as she kept thinking. She didn't really feel she deserved to look anyone in the eye, especially not him. "Part of me wants to leave the Order; I was angry, I wanted something t-to hit, to be angry at... But I gave them my word, and..." She shook away her thoughts. "But yes. I will write. And you," she jabbed a finger at him, "Had better write back!"

"You have my word!" Ren gave her a mock salute, stepping back to give her a bit of room as he did so. He couldn't miss her sudden reluctance to meet his eye, but he didn't push - after forcing her to speak to him like this, he felt he'd more than overstepped his bounds. Honestly, he'd been expecting her to reject him outright, and this... He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as warmth filled his chest. "The Order is lucky to have you. And... It, it may be beneficial? Something to focus on other than..."

He shrugged and made a vague, all-encompassing motion before falling awkwardly silent. What to do from here? Excuse himself and leave? Hug her again? Cry? How did one handle this sort of situation? All he could think to do was shuffle his feet. "And, ah... there's nothing wrong or - you... It's alright, that you're angry, and - I know you don't want to be, but -" Ren's face creased in desperation. He was going to bungle it and upset her again. "I... I'll write you a letter. Would that be alright? And for now, we can - we can get a drink, or go for a walk, unless you're busy - I didn't exactly make an appointment..."

Gene smiled at Ren's silly salute, looking up at him. How had she forgotten how easy he was to be around? She had been so angry, so upset, and all of a sudden that was just... gone. She watched him smile, and felt guilty for feeling guilty enough not to meet his eyes. She knew he noticed. "I'm not nearly important enough to make appointments." She told him before he continued to ramble. She couldn't help a part of her saying 'No, no, you can't, you'll be weak, you'll get hurt', and she felt a pang in her chest. She wasn't used to that; she'd spent so long hardening herself. He talked about her being angry, and she wished he didn't have to worry about that. "B-but..." She was hesitant, did she deserve this? She looked at him, though, so innocent, so friendly and kind... "I have some papers to fill out, but... Y-yeah?" She kept her arms right at her side, body language tense and unsure.

"Okay! I can wait here while you finish your paperwork. They, uh, they're used to me hanging around now anyway. And then we can..." Ren smiled at her, his heart swelling in his chest. Not that he couldn't feel Gene's indecision, the conflict still raging in her, but now he felt... hopeful. That he could help. That she would let him, and he wouldn't have to sit on his hands as she fought her way through it alone. "We can do what you'd like to do."

Gene grinned, forcing herself to loosen up. "O-okay! Umm... I haven't seen much of the new city, we could do that?" She didn't want to admit she'd been cooped up in the Whispers base for a long time. She was just happy to get out, especially with Ren. She took a step back, "I'll just be a minute?"

Ren nodded his agreement and took a step back himself, back into the bar proper. "That sounds good. I'll... wait. Over here." He gestured over his shoulder back at the table. Giving her a timid little wave and a smile, he took his seat again this time without his despondant air. Lil would be waiting for him, but she would understand.

#esrenniel #geneviette #gene #ren

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Dec 30, 2015

Geneviette, Fervon Emberfray, Amy Deveraux

Gene tries to mellow out. Fervon and Amy show up to keep her company.

Warnings: None? Depression mentions, I guess. An almost fight.

Geneviette spread her arms out, happily taking in the sea air. There were too many things she still had to deal with, but after leaving the Order of Whispers for the first time in a long time, she felt... almost free. She supposed it was some sort of snap-back from the lowest low to the highest she'd felt in a while, but she didn't care at the moment. She was so engrossed, she didn't notice anything or anyone around her.

Fervon Emberfray sat on a crate nearby, running his claws through his matted red mane. "Water's cold!" He called out to the Sylvari, pausing with his maintenance to look up at what she was doing. He looked like he knew what he was talking about - said water dripped from his horns to his tail, already leaving white salt-lines across his leather armour where it'd managed to dry.

Geneviette swiveled, nearly falling off the edge as she turned and her arms went out to balance herself. "Oh!" She said, "I'm not going in. Just enjoying some peace." She paused to take note of him - she hadn't had many dealings with Charr before, but he seemed nice enough. Unless he decided she looked enough like a salad to enjoy for a snack. "Other than being cold, was it pleasant?"

Fervon hopped down off his crate with a heavy thud, shaking his head wildly and spraying water EVERYWHERE. The moa that had been resting nearby squaked - Punchbeef had been quite dry and wanted to keep it that way. The Charr took a couple paces closer. "Ain't what it looked like you were doin'. It's nice enough, cold don't bother me too much."

Amy Deveraux wipes away the water. "Hey watch Iit."

Geneviette nodded along, until he stopped, and she was unsure what to say. When the human woman, sprayed with water, spoke, she took a breath. "He didn't mean it, I'm sure."

Amy Deveraux laughs, "The Charr don't know common courtesy. It is in their nature. War and service."

Fervon Emberfray cast the woman a snaggletoothed grin. "Didn't even see you. Guess you aren't planning on jumpin' either?" He laughed, loudly, no hostility here despite the clear intended insult. He did, however, immediately disregard her, turning back to the Sylvari. "So what WERE ya doing, rasberry?"

Geneviette chuckled at the Charr, sure he meant no harm. She was almost amazed she /could/ chuckle - she'd felt incapable of it yesterday. She certainly was enjoying this high-after-grueling-low thing. "Just taking in the air," she replied, ignoring the new nickname. "I was-" A natural reflex she had been fighting all day kicked in as she attempted to explain - the desire to hide and not be seen, to trust no one. But she had meant was she'd told herself - she was going to change for the better. She had to. "I just left the Order of Whisepers, and.... well, went through other things. I am... taking it in, before I have to job hunt."

Fervon Emberfray nodded along to her words, combing some newly tousled mane back with his claws. "Fair enough. Dunno if I'd pick so close to old cargo for gettin' air though. Seems you'd get better up across the way." He waved at the rocks nearby, towards the tree at the top. "Least that's where I take Punchbeef when I'm feelin' lazy."

Amy Deveraux considers then shakes head. "Unless you want to fight branded and pick up metal there isn't much past Lion's Arch."

Fervon Emberfray eyed the human, but let it go.

Geneviette shook her head, "I only came here, because my apartment is..." She began to look and point above into the large mess of houses perched on the city's walls, but she honestly had no idea which was hers - or even where one apartment stopped and another started. She looked around vaguely for a moment before giving up with a shrug, "Somewhere up there. It's easy access." She threw a glance towards the human, a careful gaze. "You've seen the branded?" She asked, quieter. "I haven't. Yet."

Fervon cut in before the human could say anything. "Don't bother. Ain't worth the trouble. Pretty thing like you got no reason." He bared his teeth in a playful growl, giving his mane another shake.

Amy Deveraux shrugs "It isn't to big of a deal, I was raised, well, sheltered, by charr I learned to fight early. I have to agree with the Charr, your home is with the Pale Tree, why are you here?"

Geneviette opened her mouth to retort to the Charr that she was more than capable of handling herself in a fight, but the human interrupted her. She took a breath as bad memories that led her to Lion's Arch came over her. "It's a... long story, but the end involves me being stationed at the Whispers' base here in Lion's Arch. I... can't go back to the Pale Tree. Not yet, at least. There's someone who might be there who might not want to see me." Despite her vague comments, Gene was surprised at herself - she'd shared more with these strangers than she had with anyone lately.

Fervon Emberfray snorted at the human, bemused. "You gotta lot of nerve tellin' people where they belong when you just clearly said you started out somewhere you didn't." He turned back to the Sylvari, tilting his head. "Now there's somewhere I haven't been. If Punchbeef here ever learns to stop tryin' to take bites out of you pretty fruit people I should."

Amy Deveraux jumps down to face the Charr. "You got a problem buddy?"

Fervon Emberfray didn't even hesitate, suddenly swatting playfully at the side of her head with one of his huge meaty paws. He wasn't the largest of Charr, but he was certainly big compared to the girl.

Amy Deveraux ducks easily. "You're going to need more than that." She laughs internally and decided she like this Charr, at least he has moxy.

Geneviette debated whether or not to intervene. She took her gaze off of the two every once in a while to glance at his moa, who she wasn't confident wasn't going to try to eat her for supper.

Fervon Emberfray just laughed. "I ain't trying. Ask me in the morning." He stretched dramatically, in only the way a cat could.

Amy Deveraux turns her attention back to Rasberry and notices her aprrehension and lingering sorrow, then frowns "Guess we aren't helping?"

Geneviette released a breath when she realized this wasn't going to be an actual problem. She turned her gaze on the human and tried to smiled. "No - you are helping, actually. I... need to be distracted." She paused, shifting her head up towards the sky and the blinding sun before looking back down at them. "I don't suppose either of you know any job openings? I'm a Mesmer, but I have basic life skills." She smiled playfully, didn't even have to try.

Amy Deveraux claps "You could join me! I am going to become a great hero and then the Iron Legion will accept me, but becoming a hero won't make me human. I guess we all just need somewhere to belong."

Geneviette tried not to flinch at the idea of going back into combat. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid... I don't think combat would be good for me right now. I have some things to work through." Geneviette paused with a frown, and then a bright, mostly forced smile. "I've just realized I don't know your names!"

Fervon Emberfray grew a huge goofy grin, clearly amused with that thought. Both of those thoughts. "How good are ya at pickin' up metal? You're a mesmer? Why not just start doin' tricks? Dragons made of light and stories about what other people do. I've tossed plenty of silver at them who do that before." He paused. "I'm Fervon."

Amy Deveraux "I am Amy. My upbringer thought that my apperance wasn't enough, the gave me a human name, too."

Geneviette did a small bow. "Nice to meet you, Amy, Fervon. I’m Geneviette, but most people call me Gene." She smiled at Fercon, head cocked slightly and magic prickling involuntarily from her fingers with the thought. "That's not a terrible idea. Thank you. I'd have to think on it, but... thank you."

Fervon Emberfray nodded. "You got a pretty face, a pretty voice, with most of them that can do magic with any skill out fighting, not so many left entertaining." He looked over at Amy again, not really sure how to take her. It was hard to tell if she was mocking.

Geneviette nodded along with him, considering it now. It had never occurred to her to use magic for anything but combat - that was all they had taught in the Grove. She wondered what kind of thing she could put together with a little practice. Her only concern was the inconsistent pay. She shook her mind into focus, though. She was with others, now. She turned to Amy, trying to continue the conversation. "So, you grew up in the Black Citadel?"

Amy Deveraux stares at the ground "No.... my upbringers would not abide my mingling with Charr."

Geneviette frowned, "I thought that you were raised by Charr?" She hoped she wasn't over stepping her boundaries.

Fervon Emberfray held up his hands. Not his place. Well okay, it king of was, but he wasn't getting into it.

Amy Deveraux nods, "I was in Iron Marches, but I wasn't allowed to enter the city. Its why I want to be a Hero they come in and out all the time."

Geneviette cocked her head, "Do the... Charr allow humans to be 'Hero's? Even if born and raised by Charr? I..." she glanced at Fervor, "… thought they were strict about that?"

Amy Deveraux clenches fist, thinking I was the best at everything, If I don't belong in the Iton Marches, in service where do I?

Fercon Ember fray shook his head. "I ain't speakin' for my people. You got the wrong ambassador, rasberry." He eyed Amy again.

Geneviette shrugged, raising her hands. "I don't know. I really shouldn't be figuring out other people's problems, or making new ones. I have enough of my own." Geneviette did a little bow, "And on that note, I ought to be going. Shouldn't dwadle. Have a nice night, Amy. Fervon."

Fervon Emberfray nodded to them both. "Nice meetin' you too. Both of you."

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Jun 27, 2015

Mr. Gutsy, Unn Ferrousdottir, Esrenniel, Geneviette

Gutsy and Unn get to watch Gene and Ren be very sad salads together.

Warnings: Tiny sexist remark regarding Ren.

Unn Ferrousdottir: "Barkeep! What's the specialty?"

Mr. Gutsy: "Ah, my love! The specialty is drinks! What'll ya have? It's on me, and by me, I mean on the boss." He laughs.

Unn rolls her eyes at Gutsy's antics. "Whatever you recommend, dearest."

Gutsy ponders. "For you? The hard cider! Let's see..." He pokes around for the hardest cider he can find.

Unn: "Hard cider it is then, make sure it's icy cold - Hoelbrak cold."

Gutsy places a bottle of ..."cold" hard cider on the bar. "That's as cold as we've got it!"

Unn grabs the bottle in front of her, takes a sip and nearly spits it out. "Uh... What part of Hoelbrak have you been to?!"

Gutsy: "The forges." He laughs. "I don't got anythin' to keep em cold at the moment. Once the boss gets back, he can handle it." He grins.

Unn pinches the bridge of her nose. "Well, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Gutsy shrugs.

Esrenniel steps into the bar, a bag over his shoulder and bags under his eyes. He looks tired, and a bit disheartened as he approaches the bar.

Gutsy: "Oi, salad! Get ya something?"

Unn: "Be forewarned, nothing is cold."

Gutsy: "I mean, it's colder than lava. It's colder than say, the sun."

Ren: "Ah, a few bottles of ale? Whatever is on hand is fine... We can chill it ourselves." He shrugs.

Gutsy: "Oh? Good to know!" He grabs a couple bottles of ale off the counter and places the drinks on the bar. "That'll be 21 copper coins whenever you're ready."

Ren digs out his coin purse and counts out the coins, dropping them on the counter and pushing them towards the Norn. "Thank you." Taking the bottles, he drops all but one into his bag.

Gutsy swipes the coins and tosses them into the till box. "If you get hungry for snacks or somethin', just gimme a holler!"

Ren wrenches the cork out of the one left and takes a swig. Tipping it to the Norn, he turns to leave.

Gene frowned, excusing herself from the group. That voice... she turned, and it was just as she feared. Ren. She quickly turned back, unsure what to do now.

Gutsy: "Hey sweetness, you know what you get when a bouncer bounces a Sylvari?"

Unn: "No...?"

Gutsy: "A tossed salad!" He laughs.

Ren spies a familiar figure across the room and hunches his shoulders as if he can hide behind the tiny bottle in his hand. Ah, the one person he'd rather not see right now, when he's already so... so disappointed in himself. Gene glances at him and looks away, and he winces.

Unn shakes her head at Gutsy and his lack of tact.

Gene groans at the Sylvari joke, but in spite of herself she feels the corner of her lip twitch up in a smile.

Gutsy: "Oooo, looks like the room is gettin' a bit heavy. You know what fixes that? More beer!" He cheers and sneaks a swig of something expensive.

Unn turns around and looks around the bar, taking in who is sitting or standing and where.

Gene sighs, and heads toward the bar, giving Ren only a small glance on her way. Surely he did not want to speak with her.

Gutsy: "Get ya somethin'?"

Gene: "Something that won't put me under the table instantly."

Gutsy: "...Sure!" He mixes a drink known as the Norn Kicker, a special drink that would put a Norn under the table. He places the drink on the bar. "That'll be 10 copper!" He grins.

Gene sneaks a glance at the giant woman standing near her. The hugeness of the norn never cease to amaze her.

Unn: "Make sure that is a Sylvari sized drink dear, NOT a Norn sized one."

Gutsy: "It's small, I swear!"

Gene tosses the man a few coins and takes her drink. She nods to the barkeep. She certainly hopes he is right, as she can't drink much.

Gutsy swipes the coins and grins devilishly.

Ren ducks his head and hurries toward the door, his bag of bottles clinking over his shoulder. As much as he'd love to approach Gene, not today, not now.

Unn: "Be careful with that, pink friend, Gutsy tends to underestimate the strength of his drinks."

Gene turns as she sees Ren leave. She gives only an absentminded nod to the Norn woman, wrapped in her own thoughts.

Gutsy: "Go on, drink up! It's a lil' somethin' special I whipped up at my ol' job in the Reach!"

Gene sighs, giving the norn a look and sipping the beverage. It's incredibly strong. "Treesong, what is in that?" She asks, and immediately can feel its effects, putting one hand on the bar.

Gutsy: "The stuff dreams are made out of!" He laughs.

Gene glares at the norn. "I'll.. b-be back..."

Gutsy: "I'm lookin' forward to it!" He grins.

Gene doesn't know what was in that drink, and all of the sudden she doesn't care. She walks out of the bar, the walk slowly becoming more of a stumble.

Gutsy: "Look, she's gonna chase her girlfriend!" He laughs.

Unn watches the Sylvari weaving towards the exit, and hopes she makes it to her destination safely.

Gene looks around, tired. "Ren? Reeeen..." Why Ren? Who is Ren to her anymore? But she wants to see him.

Unn: "Really Gutsy? That's a little bit low, giving someone that drink when they ask for something weak."

Gutsy: "Bah, they don't know what they want. It's up to me as the barkeep to make sure they get what they need! Which is blackout drunk!"

Unn puts her hands on her hips and gives Mr. Gutsy a dirty look. She smacks him on the back of the head.

Ren leans against the boxes and takes a swig of the bottle of ale. He nearly drops it when Gene calls his name, spilling ale down his front - he peers out and looks at her with wide eyes. "G-Gene?"

Gene smiles, looking in the direction of the voice to see Ren. "Hey! Th-that bartender guy... gave me something funny." She stumbles over. "Makes ya' think, though! About being so aa-angry all the time..." She smiles at Ren, now utterly drunk. "You were never angry, though. I liked that about you..." Feeling weary, she puts her head in her hands and sinks to the ground, leaning against the crate. "Why is everyone so mean..."

Unn walks over to the doorway to see what is happening.

Ren sets his bottle on the crate next to him and squats down in front of Gene, his hands hovering awkwardly just shy of touching her. "Gene - are... are you okay?" He touches her arm gently, ready to lift his hand away if she shows the slightest disinclination to his touch, his expression concerned. He looks up at the pair watching them and blanches a bit.

Gutsy: "What're you doin' over there sweetness?" He munches on some peanuts he took from a patron.

Unn: "People-watching. Making sure that Sylvari you got drunk is still alive. This oaf gave her a very strong drink even though she asked for something light. So I felt responsible for her and wanted to make sure she didn't fall into the fountain."

Gutsy: "Oh, I see!" He offers Unn some nuts.

Unn shuffles to the side to give the pair some privacy.

Gene groans a little bit, not upset at Ren's touch but upset by herself. "No! I'm not okay! I hate Vit and I hate the Grove 'cause it reminds me of you and of Vit and I hate being alone and I like what the Order does but I miss when I was happy, and I just want to go back to the way things were!" She rambles on, completely oblivious to the Norns.

Gutsy whispers to Unn, "So... who's winning?"

Unn whispers back, "The girl appears to be winning at the moment, now hush so I can listen." She tiptoes quietly and crouches near the boxes, her nosy curiosity getting the better of her.

Gutsy whispers, "We can watch a lil' closer if we turn into birds. They won't even notice. Watch! C....caw!"

Unn hisses at Gutsy, "Get down, you idiot!"

Gutsy: "...Worked better in my mind."

Unn: "You are OUT of your mind then, you goof." She shakes her head at Gutsy's absolute cluelessness when it comes to eavesdropping or spying.

Ren looks up at the norn on top of the boxes, feeling a rare twinge of annoyance. Most likely he was just trying to lighten the mood, but... Ren touches Gene's elbow before taking her hand, gently. "I'm sorry, Gene, I... I really am. Maybe, ah, he didn't mean what he said? Not that it excuses him... Ah..." Ren hesitates, unsure of what to say, what to do to ease Gene's sorrow.

Gene shakes her head, hands on her face. "He /meant/ it! Sometimes I'm so angry, I just want to punch him in the had a-and, and..." She groans, examining her fingertips. "I should g-go... I don't want to bother you... I'm seeing weird things... giant bird... norn... people... I should go home..." She almost says home is in the Grove, and she can't go there, but she shakes the thought away and stands.

Unn watches the scene playing out in front of her with fascination. She wonders what the history between the two Sylvari is.

Gutsy plays around on the chandeliers. He falls and sprains his ankle. He whispers, "Sweetness! I hurt my ankle, kiss it and make it better!"

Ren tries on a smile and gives her hand a squeeze. "You aren't seeing things. The Norn are real. And, ah, maybe it would help? To punch him. I mean... If he responds to that sort of thing." He follows her to her feet, taking her other hand to offer her stability. "Where is home? I'll see you there safely."

Unn hisses back, "Shush!! This is getting good, and I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near your feet, you walk on those! Behind a bar no less!"

Gutsy whispers, "...then kiss higher than the feet!" He laughs.

Unn: "HUSH!"

Gutsy zips it. He finds a bowl of moa eggs and gulps them down.

Unn hopes Gutsy isn't too hurt or offended but the drama unfolding in front of her is too interesting to miss.

Gene groans. "I... I don't know. The Grove, but... I... No... The Order..." She shakes her head at him. "I can get there, i-it's alright...."

Gutsy is feelin' fine. He cries.

Unn is torn between apologizing to Gutsy and watching the Sylvari.

Gutsy cries loudly in Unn's general direction.

Unn heaves a sigh and goes back into the bar, hoping Gutsy will quiet down quickly so she can get back to spying.

Gutsy springs up and smooches Unn on the cheek. He laughs, and Unn smiles. "You fell for my trap!"

Unn: "Yes, yes I did, now lemme get back to spying."

Gutsy: "Ok, ok."

Ren shakes his head. Gene can barely stand; he wouldn't be able to forgive himself should something happen to her. "Ah, that's... Gene, I would want to see you safe," he says softly. "Lillica and I staying at the inn up the road. If.. if you like, you could rest there, just for a while."

Unn hears the voices murmuring, and quickly sneaks back out, hoping she hasn't missed too much.

Gutsy slaps Unn's ass as she turns away.

Unn glares at Gusty.

Gene shakes her head. "No... no no, I can't do that... You.. We... I... No, no. I know where I... I can go." She slowly lets go of Ren, and takes a few, careful steps, the alcohol still in her system. She smiles back at Ren, a rare thing for her nowadays. "Don't follow me, o-okay? You... I... You shouldn't be around me anymore." She opens her mouth to continue, but shuts it and wanders off. As a precaution, she makes herself disappear. She can't have Ren follow her, as much as she might wish otherwise.

Unn watches the two Sylvari wistfully, desperately curious as to what has and will happen but also knowing she can't follow them.

Ren lets her pull away, but he leaves his hand held out to her, his brows pushed up in concern. "Gene..." He says, right before she disappears. He stands there, hand out, eyes fixed on the space she'd been standing a moment before; after a long moment, he drops his arm and sighs. Shouldering his bag again, he gives the norn a last glance before plodding away. Lillica is expecting him, after all...

#Unn Ferrousdottir #Mr. Gutsy #Esrenniel #geneviette

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May 10, 2015

Esrenniel, Geneviette, Lillica Foster

Ren has a few questions, so he tries to hunt down Lillica. He finds Gene instead!

Warnings: None. Follow-up to this RP.

Esrenniel fanned himself absently with a well-handled bundle of papers; between the heat and glaring sunshine, he was feeling faint. With the addition of a good heap of confusion, he was about ready to declare defeat and go home. The woman who had broken his gun had said something about funding, but she hadn't said anything about where to find her, or what to do if he was interested - not that he was certain he was. But his mentor was always telling him to try new things. This was definitely new. He sighed, looking at the tattered contract in his hands.

Geneviette walked up to the banister to view the area better. It wasn't often she got to visit the place - so different than the rest of the world. She wasn't even sure where her contact wanted to meet her, he'd said something about an outpost or something... She nodded to the norn to her right, and proceeded to watch the waves, going over the directions in her head.

Ren glanced over at the figure who approached the banister as he went to fold the contract and tuck it back into his bag. He paused, eyeing her; she looked familiar, but... he ruffled his fingers through the papers and dredged up what courage he had at the moment. "Gene?"

Gene spin, hearing her name, and a feeling of dread ran through her. Ren stood there - she hadn't seen him in... she didn't even know how long. A part of her was glad to see a familiar face, but she repressed her feelings. She gave a curt nod. "Ren." She put her hands behind her back in a half formal, half awkward stance.

Ren, taken aback by the stiff response, offered her an uncertain smile. "I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure! You look, um..." He waved the bundle of papers, now rolled up in his hand. "Very different. Good," he added hastily, "Very good! But I almost didn't recognize you. I suppose it's been a while." He tapped the papers against the back of his other hand,, unsure how to proceed.

Gene nodded along with Ren as he spoke, tilting her head slightly when he tripped over his words. "I look different because I'm an initiate, now." She wondered in the back of her mind how he'd react to the news, but she told herself it didn't matter.

Ren's eyes went a bit wide. "Oh! That would be why I haven't seen you around, then, I suppose. It must be very interesting - it gets you out of the Grove, at least." His emotions were a haphazard mix at the moment; he wanted nothing more than to sweep Gene up in a hug, but he could see that this new Gene might not appreciate that. "That's good. I suppose I can't ask what you're here for, then!"

Gene nodded again. "Yes. This is my first big assignment." Some small, buried part of her wanted to grin, get a drink and tell Ren all about it, but it was too buried in anger and depression. "No, you can't. At least I don't see Vitrun anymore." She was blunt. After a pause, she continued the conversation with a question. "What are you doing here?"

Ren held the roll of papers in front of him, twisted between his hands, as much a shield against Gene's anger as a distraction to keep him from reaching out to try and soothe it. "I, ah... suppose he never apologized then. I'm sorry..." He looked down at the papers. "I was looking for someone. She said she worked for the Consortium, but no one has seen her - it's fine. Probably a bad idea anyway... most of mine seem to be." He sighed. "I was just about to head back to the Grove."

Gene instantly wanted to burst out that none of his ideas were bad - in fact, most were fabulous! But she didn't. She didn't know why she didn't, but she didn't. "I wouldn't give up so easily," was what she said instead. "She could still be around." After a pause, she said, "No, he didn't apologize. I doubt that he's ever apologized before in his life." Her face became a little angry, and a little sad, as it did when she thought of Vitrun now. She shrugged it off quickly.

Lillica Foster had been eyeing Ren for almost half an hour now. She didn't originally intend to wait so long, but something came up. Apparently Ren had someone else he knew here, and the reunion appeared to be bittersweet at best. Luckily, her eavesdropping rewarded Lillica with a tidbit of hope. Not only was she seeking Ren, Ren was searching for her, too. The papers didn't look signed, but that could be remedied easily enough! Lillica stepped from her place behind the bush into full view, approaching her brother and sister of the dream. "I thought I heard my name...?"

Ren jumped as Lillica popped up at his side. He clutched the papers tight. "You! Um." He eyed her nervously. Notably, his rifle is nowhere to be seen. "I couldn't salvage the engine, so, uh..." He grimaced, and glanced over at Gene, oddly ashamed to have her witness this particular failure of his. "They really are very expensive..."

Lillica smiled, "Actually, that's why I'm here. As a show of the Consortium's gratitude towards you for not shredding those papers immediately, I was authorized to give you this." Lillica motioned to her miniature steam rider, which hovered up to Ren's side, stopped, and shut down. "Its core is an aetheromotive engine. Lower quality, but decent enough. Consider it and anything you can salvage from that bad boy to be yours. Just our way of letting you taste the benefits to be had by signing on."

Gene examines the ground for a moment, and then them, listening to the conversation. "I should get on." She said curtly. "I'll see you around, Ren." With that, she walked off, not looking Ren straight in the eyes.

Ren raised a hand to reach out to Gene reflexively, distracted from Lillica for the moment. She was gone before he could reply. "Ah - Gene..." He sighed, then looked down to the steamrider sitting beside him. "Thank you, I suppose. That is very generous of you..." He didn't add that it was the least she could do, being directly responsible for the broken rifle. He waved the roll of papers in his hand. "I, ah, didn't understand most of this. I don't want to sign it unless I do. Would you..." He paused, started over. "Can I trust you to explain this to me?"

Lillica sighed, but took Ren's hand, offering to lead him to a table. "Yes, you can. But if you want me to be thorough, we'd best get comfortable. These aren't meant to be quick reads."

Ren nodded and took the hand she offered. "I understand. Time isn't an issue." Not like there was anything waiting for him at home. Pushing down a wave of sadness, Ren let Lillica lead him away.

#esrenniel #lillica foster #geneviette

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Apr 8, 2015

Geneviette, Esrenniel, Vitrun

Gene and Ren, being similarly babies, sit down and chat for a bit. Vit doesn’t like Ren too much. Takes place before (and sets up) this roleplay.

Warnings: BAD IDEAS.

Geneviette walks up to the table where Ren and Vitrun are sitting. Still semi-angry at Vitrun, she smile at Ren, ignoring Vitrun completely. "Whatcha working on?" She looks at the papers spread on the table.

Esrenniel looks up at the sound of Gene's voice and gives her a grin, laying aside his pencil so he can turn the paper to show her. "A new turret. My current net turret works properly, but I'm hoping to improve upon it."

Geneviette picks up the paper. She doesn't understand much of what's written on the parchment, but it looks very different than what she's seen. "What are you adding? Or fixing?"

Esrenniel points to an incomprehensible jumble of lines and messily-sketched notes along one side of the paper. "A new way of loading the nets - I'd like to be able to add heavier weights, to more effectively bring down targets, but my current turret has very limited space available. No sense automating it if it can only shoot twice, in my opinion."

Geneviette smiles up at Ren, partially trying to read the notes. "I don't know how much I'd understand of this, but it sounds exciting!" She grins. "Much success?" She glances sideways at Vitrun a moment.

Esrenniel sighs and flips through a small pile of discarded diagrams. "Not yet... admittedly, I've only built one! and it didn't blow up, which I count as a success of a sort." He glances over at Vitrun, then back at Gene, raising a brow at her in confusion.

Geneviette grimaces; she'd hoped he hadn't noticed. She shakes her head slightly at Ren. She wasn't going to be the first to talk to him. 'Don't worry about it,' she mouthed. She grins again. "I can't wait to see them! How come you haven't made more yet, if they first one worked?"

Esrenniel looks between the two again, but continues to flip through the papers. "Oh, I... never said it worked." He laughs, embarrassed. "Just didn't blow up, you see, which is a good sign. There was a bit of difficulty with the firing... the first net didn't separate from the second, the second brought the third with it... And, uh. I may have underestimated how far the net would be thrown. The nets. Many nets." He sighs and straightens the papers in front of him; he's blushing a bit.

Geneviette laughs good naturedly, smiling at the blush. "Don't worry! You'll get it eventually! If I can be of service, please, let me know! I don't know what help a mesmer could be, but you never know!"

Vitrun crosses his arms and gives the young engineer a judging look. "Have you considered finding a more experienced engineer to study under? You wouldn't want to be responsible for a device that eventually blows up and harms some innocent Sylvari?" He sighs.

Esrenniel blushes darker. "I don't want to learn how to build things the way someone else does it," he says, "I want to learn to build them myself. I've seen other schematics. I've built stable, functional turrets. I would like to improve upon them, if I can. It isn't like I test them in the Grove." He shuffles the papers. "...Anymore."

Geneviette chuckles, not looking at Vitrun. "Did the Wardens give you trouble? You can always test them in Caledon Forest."

Esrenniel shakes his head. "No, but some stranger was very emphatic about being careful. I test just outside of Astorea now." He frowns down at the table. "That man was very rude. But," he looks up at Gene, "I don't believe I would be comfortable having someone around while testing a turret. Misfires can happen."

Geneviette laughs, smiling at Ren. "I'm sure most can understand that!"

Esrenniel returns the smile bashfully. "I would feel very bad if you were to be hurt during one of the tests. Perhaps you could drop by after I've worked out the worst of the kinks?"

Geneviette smiles. "Sure. But I wouldn't mind staying. I could help! This looks interesting." She raises her hands slightly. "'Course, if you want me to go so you can work, that's fine too. Either way, I'd love to see the finished product." She grins.

Esrenniel goes dark across his cheeks again. He ruffles the papers. "You can stay for this part - I'm not certain you could help much, but I wouldn't mind the company! Turrets aren't very conversational."

Geneviette laughs. "That should be your next project! A talking turret. It could laugh at your enemies! You could pre-program it with insults! Oh, that wouldn't be very nice, but..."

Esrenniel bites his lip; it looks like he's seriously considering the prospect. "I wonder how..." He taps the pencil on the table. "I can't think of any practical way to shoot laughter at someone. Sound is difficult to control... Oh." He drops the pencil and gives Gene an awkward smile. "Was that a joke?"

Geneviette laughs again, grinning. "Yes, but I'm sure you could figure out a way to do it! What if you could narrow down sound or laughter, in this case, into a thin beam?" She shakes her head, blushing and looking at the ground. "That's stupid, right?"

Esrenniel shakes his head. "No, no! I believe theoretically it's possible. The mechanical aspects are the hang-up. You would need some way to funnel the sound, but..." He props his chin in his hand and stares down at the papers before him, a crease between his brows. "I don't know enough about the properties of sound waves to know where to start..."

Geneviette looks up at Ren and smiles. "Well, maybe we could figure it out, but I really shouldn't draw your attention from the net turret. What's your next step there?" She examines the papers.

Esrenniel reaches out for the paper nearest to Gene, the most recent diagram he's drawn. "My next step," he says, pulling the paper towards him and turning it around to scrutinize it, "would be to sort out why the nets, which are self-contained packages before being fired, came undone inside the machine. Most likely it's related to the excessive force - if the nets were too tightly wrapped, they wouldn't come undone in the air, and..." He shrugs. "A ball of flying rocks wrapped with netting would hurt, but wouldn't tangle you up very much. They must have come unwrapped inside the turret when it fired."

Geneviette ponders for a moment. "Maybe it was whatever the fabric was holding the nets? Have you tried using a different kind? Or if it is the force... Maybe you could put less pressure on them? Put less stacked on top?" Gene blushes, not knowing if she sounds stupid or not. "I don't know..." She sifts through some of the pages some more.

Esrenniel gives Gene a small smile. "I do appreciate it, but you aren't required to help me with this," he says. "I know this isn't everyone's field of interest. I find it very interesting - I could discuss the benefits of different bearing types all day. But if you like, I can set this all aside and we can discuss something more relevant to you." He shrugs. "Turret designs will wait for me to return."

Geneviette chuckles. "Well.. perhaps we could find common ground? I haven't gotten the chance to know you very well. What are you interested in? Other than turrets, I suppose. Any Wyld Hunts? Secret lovers?" Gene smiles and takes a seat at the table.

Esrenniel 's expression goes blank for a moment, his cheeks darkening, and he looks away from Gene. "Well, um. Ha. To be honest, I've been so busy working with machines, I haven't taken much time to explore much else... I did visit Rata Sum the other week," he says, obviously flailing. "It was very interesting!"

Geneviette smiles at him. "What did you see? Were the asura any trouble? I hear some of them want to use us for test subjects. I've met a few friendly ones, though."

Esrenniel purses his lips. "Not much trouble... Although, I tried to get into the Archives to view a few schematics I was interested in, and the guard was very rude. Non-Asura are not allowed to view the Archives, apparently. He wasn't even nice about turning me away."

Geneviette frowns. "Well that's terrible! Knowledge should be spread! I wish I could think of a way to get them to tell you about it..."

Esrenniel perks up, his eyes wide. "Aren't you a mesmer? Are you any good at disguises? If you could disguise me, I could sneak in!"

Geneviette grins. "Hey, yeah! I bet I could! I've never tried an asura spell before..." Suddenly Gene's in deep thought. "I wonder if I spread the spell out with a..." Her voice falls away, but she becomes aware of Ren again and blushes. "Sorry. Turrets are your thing, spells and illusions are mine. But I bet I could do it!"

Esrenniel waves her apology away with a grin. "I understand. Believe me, I do. When would you want to try? I expect you'll want to practice before we do - would it help to have someone to practice on other than yourself? I volunteer." He lifts his hand.

Geneviette laughs. "Yeah, it'd help! I'll have to figure out the spell, though..." She drifts off into thought.

Esrenniel nods. "You do that. In the meantime -" he taps the papers in front of him - "I will work on this. I believe I need to run, though," he continues, shamefaced. "I was supposed to meet my mentor and I admit, I forgot."

Geneviette chuckles. "I'm sorry to have distracted you, but I'll get to work on this as soon as possible!" She mutters something about the dynamics of an Asura spell.

Esrenniel scoops up the papers on the table and rolls them into a sloppy bundle; he gives Gene a wave and dashes off towards the entrance.

Geneviette laughs as Ren runs off, waving goodbye.

#Geneviette #Esrenniel #how did I not post this one! this was so cute

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Mar 20, 2015

Esrenniel, Geneviette, Vitrun, Conall Omalley

Baby salads sit in jail until adult salad can fetch them. Adult salad is not very happy. Oh and Conall is there I guess.

Warnings: uhhh jail again, not much else.

Esrenniel sits with his arms crossed over his knees, forehead resting on his forearm, and stares at the cell floor through bleary eyes. He's been crying off and on, relying on the shield of his bulky arms to hide the tears from Geneviette. Guilt and shame roll off him in waves.

Geneviette can tell Ren's been crying a little, she doesn't always know when, but she's terrible at hiding him. She hadn't said anything before so that she didn't hurt his pride, but now... "Hey." She says quietly. "This is my fault, you hear? I'm really sorry about this mess... I should have told you I had to keep up the spell."

Esrenniel shakes his head against his arms, which conveniently wipes away the last of his tears, before lifting his head to look at her. "No," he says, just as quietly, "That makes sense, that you'd have to do so. I... I don't know why I thought it would work. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

Geneviette laughs, despite it all. "Don't be silly! I practically insisted. Plus, it was fun! More fun than I've been allowed, or able, to have in a long time." She feels his guilt rolling off him, and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Esrenniel can't bring himself to laugh, but he smiles and leans into her touch. "I suppose now we have a story to tell, at least."

Vitrun glances in the cell, confirming what the Peacemaker had already informed him. He folds his arms, seemingly calm while he collected his thoughts. His eyes however glare coldly at Esrenniel. Finally he speaks, looking directly at Gene. "If you try to give me any excuse for why you're in there, I swear by the Pale Tree you will never see the outside of the Grove again."

Geneviette stands, hurriedly. "Vitrun! I-I-I... W-We... I just wanted to -" She shakes her head. Anything she said would come off as an excuse. "What do you even EXPECT me to say? I was trying to deal with the... Mordremoth thing, and you were just no help at all., and then I make a friend, FOR ONCE, and you..." She groans, feeling the anger coming in waves off of Vitrun.

Conall Omalley looks down into the cage at the two Sylvari stuck in there. He smiles slightly at Gene even though she got herself arrested. "Hey Gene." He pulled out a flask from his boot, uncorks it, and takes a sip. "And Gene's friend or whatever."

Geneviette manages a half-smile for Conall, who'd always been her friend, in a detached sort of way. "Hi." She nods her head towards Ren. "Vitrun, Conall, this is Ren. Vit, you've met, though I don't think you recall."

Esrenniel jumps to his feet after the introductions and braces himself against Vitrun's withering stare. "It... it was my idea! I - not the disguises part, but sneaking in. I'm..." He bows his head. Even though he towers over Gene, he's every inch a wilting sprout. "I apologize."

Geneviette shakes her head, feeling defiant. "No. I was as much a part of this as you. And /you/," She says, pointing at Vitrun, "Can't keep me in the Grove forever." She shakes a teeny bit, afraid of what Vitrun might do. She was not meant for defiance, she realized.

Vitrun appears unimpressed with Gene's outburst. He narrows his eyes and makes a noise of disgust. "You can't always just do as you please. You're going to end up getting someone killed."

Geneviette can't decide whether or not to scream or whimper. "If it were up to you..." She says, slowly, "I'd do nothing but sit in the Grove all day. That isn't life, Vit! I get that my sister died. I get that you're just trying to protect me, but when I was with Ren, I actually had fun!" Her confidence doesn't last long. "I... know you're disappointed, but I can't live like this."

Esrenniel looks between Gene and Vitrun and steps closer to Gene, offering what support he can. It isn't much - his hands are shaking again.

Geneviette throws Ren an appreciative smile, feeling his fear. She's sure her own isn't any better. She doesn't have cause to be afraid, yet there it is.

Vitrun eyes Esrenniel with disdain. "It's not my concern whether you're happy or not, Gene. I give you these rules to keep you safe. I can't guarantee my own safety, much less some sapling's."

Gene feels tears threatening all of a sudden. "Is that all I am to you?!" She demands. "Just some sapling?!" She sees how he looks at Ren. "Stop /looking/ at him like that! Look at me."

Conall Omalley points his flask at Gene. "In the girl's defense she's grown a lot since I first met her. She's not a scared sapling anymore. She's more a brave Sylvari... Brave Sylvari in a jail cell, but still."

Geneviette glances at Conall as a few tears spill down her face. She gives him a nod of thanks. "Oh, just let us out, Vit. I don't get why you care about my safety when you don't care about me. Just cause you were told to? By /who/, I've always wondered. I don't think I ever found out." She groans, turning away from them slightly.

Esrenniel, unable to ignore Gene's emotions, lifts his arms reflexively to offer her a refuge.

Geneviette looks over at Ren, wide eyed. She hadn't expected that. She nods slightly, moving a little closer. She's a little afraid with Vit right there to show any emotion other than anger or the like, but Ren's presence is comforting.

Vitrun 'tsks' at Conall. “Fear is necessary to keep yourself alive. There are already enough Brave fools out there.” He leaves it at that, walking over to the guard and asking politely for her to open the cell.

Esrenniel glances up at Vitrun nervously, but he heads up the slope, stepping out of the cell with one eye on Vit. He inclines his head, ashamed, but furious at the way he's treating Gene. "Thank you?"

Geneviette follows Ren up the ramp, sticking close by him. She mutters a barely audible, "Thank you."

Vitrun doesn't bother giving the two another glance. “You've made it in here all by yourselves. I trust you can escort yourselves back to the Grove with no help.”

Geneviette groans, defiance building up in her again. "You... You... Ugh! Why did I ever think you were my friend, my mentor? I don't know who set you up for this job, but you obviously couldn't care one bit about what I want, so consider yourself to have one less responsibility." Gene pushes past Ren and stalks off, not waiting for him. She half wonders if he'll follow, but mostly she's furious.

Esrenniel gives Vitrun a guilty look, inclines his head again, and hurries after Gene.

#esrenniel #geneviette #vitrun #conall omalley #in this RP everyone is tired

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Mar 17, 2015

Geneviette, Esrenniel

Two idiot baby Sylvari get thrown in jail.

Thanks to Vos and Iri for being patient and playing throwaway characters for our benefit~

Warnings: Uhhh jail? if that bothers you? It bothers some people. Continued in this RP.

Esrenniel hovers near the edge of the stone blocks, trying for nonchalant but hitting suspicious dead on - he keeps glancing towards the Archives, crossing and uncrossing his arms, fidgeting with his coat nervously. He glances back at the portal into the city proper, then up at the sun to check the time, and sighs. "Where is she...?"

Geneviette walks out of the portal carefully. She'd had trouble finding the place - the whole area was the same, and none of the portals seemed to have any way to indicate where they led. She walked cautiously forward. She freezes upon seeing a guard, and when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, turns her head ever so slightly to see Ren. She runs over to him, realizing her mistake too late. "Hey," she says, trying to stay calm. This was not in her normal personality.

Esrenniel, glancing back at the portal, sees Gene and does an excited little motion, beckoning her over. A stupid little grin spreads across his face. "Gene! There you are! I was worried."

Geneviette smiles back at him. "Nothing to be worried about. I got delayed throwing a mentor of mine off my trail, but I figured out the spell!"

Esrenniel makes another excited motion before he can get his hands back under control. He smooths out his coat. "That's excellent! I knew you could do it. Are you ready, then? Is there anything you need me to do?" He glances back at the guard, who catches him looking and raises a brow. He blanches and gives her a little wave. "And we should find somewhere less... visible."

Geneviette furrows her brow. "In a moment we won't need to, but you're right. And all I really need you to do is stand still while I cast the spell. It's long because of the proportions and the ears..." She trails off. "Let's go where I can cast the spell in peace." She tilts her head. "Any ideas?"

Esrenniel frowns as he retraces his steps in his mind. "I think there was a little alcove down a hallway that would be suitable. It isn't as private as I would like, but it's deserted every time I visit. I'll show you - this way." He steps around her, touching her shoulder in passing.

Geneviette smiles, glancing around. "This should work alright, as long as no guards walk past." She takes out her staff. "Are you ready? This could feel weird."

Esrenniel goes a bit pale. "Oh, rot, they /do/ do patrols, don't they? We'll just have to risk it. I'm ready."

Geneviette nods slightly, thinking. "It shouldn't take that long that the patrols will catch us. Alright, give me a moment." Gene focuses her energy into the staff, remembering precisely the way the Asura spell wove through and around. A slight pink glow illuminates the top, starting to weave itself around the wood. Nurturing the purple-pink energy, she pulls it away from the staff and sends it towards Ren, careful not to be too harsh in the casting. She grins, and opens her eyes, unaware she had closed them tight, a little afraid.

Esrenniel yelps in surprise as the energy wraps around him; there's a flash, a moment of disorientation, and then he's looking up at Gene. He blinks, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face. "You're taller than me and your look isn't one of utter horror, so... it worked?" He looks down at his hands, flexing his fingers and inspecting his claws. He pinches his own arm gently. "How durable is this? Will it wear off eventually?" His new ears snap up. "It will wear off, yes?"

Geneviette nods, disappointed. "More basic ones will stay on as long as I want, but an Asura is so different from our normal size and shape that it's too complex for me to hold forever. Maybe when I get more experience." She smiles reassuringly. "It should last long enough to get what we want, however. I wouldn't doubt that."

Esrenniel waves a hand over his head as if he can't quite believe his bulk has been so compressed. "Not to be rude - this is amazing - but I'm very glad to hear this isn't 'forever.' I feel a little cramped. Your turn?"

Geneviette laughs good naturedly. "No offense taken." She takes a deep breath to recollect herself, closing her eyes as she breathes in and not opening them again. It's just easier to feel the ebb and flow of energy. She repeats the steps as last time, but much more cautious. Applying it to herself required more willpower and self-discipline. If a normal person moved while it was applied it would be fine, but if she moved even a muscle, it could be very bad. She feels the energy surround her, making her warm, and suddenly she feels herself shrink in an instant. She blinks open her eyes and examines herself. She grins at Ren. "It worked!"

Esrenniel watches the process with wide eyes, hoping to catch the moment when Gene's body is pressed into the smaller shape, but it happens so fast he can't quite catch it. He blinks and an Asura stands where Gene was only a moment ago; he laughs delightedly, starry-eyed and excited, and then laughs again when Gene speaks. He crosses his arms and studies her. "We look the part, but... you sound like a Sylvari. I hadn't even considered that! You don't think they'll be able to tell, do you?" He chuckles. "We can claim we have accents from spending too long in the Grove."

Geneviette laughs. "I hadn't thought of that! I heard that the ones that get put on duties on these are the less clever ones, though, so maybe they won't notice." She chuckles and covers her mouth. "Oh, that wasn't very nice. But we'll figure it out. Ready to go?"

Esrenniel nods, but he's going a bit pale again now that the moment has come. "Yes. I am. I mean - I'm not. I believe this is what humans call 'cold feet.' But..." He claps his hands together, his expression set. "Let's go! And hope we don't get caught." He leads the way out of the little alcove, peering around the corner before stepping out and heading towards the Archive. He straightens as they pass the guard and gives her a little nod, which she doesn't return, and then they're inside the building. He gives Gene a grin. "Easier than expected..." He whispers, as quiet as he can.

Esrenniel looks around, his smile going a bit absent as he takes in the signage pointing every which way. At first he's starry-eyed with the glut of information now available to him, but a frown quickly forms as he studies the signage. "I... I don't actually know where to begin looking," he admits, his ears flattening and his cheeks darkening. His blush is much more apparently in this disguise. "I know what I wanted to look at. There were several prototype cannons, and a paper discussing arcane counterweights that looked very promising, but..." He scans the signs again, glances at the bored-looking Asura sitting at the directory desk, then looks to Gene with wide eyes. "I suppose we could, uh... just wander around!"

Genevette chuckles. "Fair enough! Not like we're doing anything wrong, being here. Just two regular Asura, poking around the archives a little. Hmm... Arcane Counterweights..." She mutters, and becomes lost in her own thoughts, wandering off to leave through a ridiculous database of information. She mutters to herself. "Not arcane golems... not Arcanic Spells within the Eternal Alchemy..." She clicks though one document in particular. "How did they counteract the..."

Esrenniel, distracted, doesn't notice her wandering off; he starts and jogs after her, coming up to peer over her shoulder as she flips through the database. He watches the titles fly by under her fingers in awe of the depth of information in front of them. "New plan - we leave, come back with tents, I'll design a portable stove, and we never leave. What's that?" He points at a title that's gone as soon as he moves his hand. "Nevermind. Is there any way to take any of this information with us?"

Esrenniel and Gene, absorbed in the console, don't notice the guide walk up until he's barely two feet away. He clears his throat and Ren jumps, bumping into Gene and nearly pushing her into the console; he grabs her elbow to steady the both of them, then drops his hand, looking back at the guide with a smile that's doing its best to be innocent. The guide smiles back, blandly. "Were you looking for something in specific? I can direct you to the appropriate database," the guide says.

Geneviette smiles at the guide, who is either in a very bad mood or hates happiness. "Well, we were in fact! With so much information, it's a little easy to get lost, huh?" She chuckles. "That's what I'm here for, miss," the guide says blandly. "What was it you were looking for?" She looks over to Ren, not willing to mess up what he wanted.

Esrenniel stammers something indistinct, looking between Gene and the guide with a hint of panic. Gene raises her eyebrows at him, and he clears his throat and tries again. "Ah... Um. I was looking for information on arcane counterweights," he says. "Among other things. Where would, uh... how to say - theoretical propulsion systems? For something like a cannon, not a ship."

Finlay was not particularly in the mood for this today, a co-worker had made his cereal bowl fly away at lunch, which was quite upsetting. "Do you have any better specifications, I don't believe we have something for 'like a cannon' in the archives. And may I suggest asking a progeny for assistance in building arcane counterweights? I believe that was taught in primary classes."

Geneviette can't tell if the guide is trying to insult Ren or not. She hadn't even known enough Asura to tell. "If it's taught in primary classes," she says, "Should it not be in the archives?"

Finlay huffed, "If it's taught in primary classes shouldn't you have passed them to be allowed here?"

Geneviette panics, unsure what to say. She feels herself lose grip on the spell, and sees Ren's right hand flash leafy for a split second. She forces herself to calm. She wishes she had told Ren she'd have to keep concentration on the spell. Maybe he'd be able to help.

Esrenniel is slowly blushing darker and darker. "I - we would just like to refresh our memory, that's all," he says, unaware of the spell slipping. "Is that information not in the Archive?"

Finlay sighed, "Very well, let me show you to the 'Snuggle Section." He depressed a button on his arm pad signalling a door to open, a couple more taps and an SOS sequence was sent out to the nearby guard room. "It's this way, just follow me." He absentmindedly waved them in and walked away.

Esrenniel looks to Gene, wide-eyed, before following the guide.

Geneviette gives Ren a hesitant smile, following suit.

The guard strolls in from his lunch break very annoyed. Crosses his arms and eyes the two odd Asura. "What seems to be the problem here?"

Finlay waves at a wall with information panels glowing and a small group of comfy beanbag chairs in a nook. "Here we are, just take the information, it should be easy to find, you do have instruments with which to access the information, correct." He raises an eyebrow.

Geneviette turns sharply as an Asuran in armor walks in. He doesn't look like the friendly sort, and soon Gene is losing grip on her spell. This only causes more panic. She's reached the peak of panic by now. She doesn't know why she's so scared /now./ She's faced worse. She takes deep, heavy breaths, grasping at the metaphorical strings of her spell.

Esrenniel opens his mouth to reply to the guide and, instead of saying anything, he balloons out of the disguise, shards dissipating around him. He blinks.

Geneviette feels the last of the spell slip away as the disguise disappears, and they're returned to their bodies. She groans, putting a hand over her head. "Sorry!" She whispers to Ren.

Finlay smiles, waves, "Toodle-oo," and quickly runs out of the room.

Esrenniel looks down at Gene, his mouth still open. He looks down at his hands, then at the guard, now much tinier. "Ah... haha. We'll, uh... we'll just leave?"

Geneviette takes a step back, terrified, despite the smallness of the guard. She can't help but use Ren's arm to hide her face a little as the guard glares.

The guard 'tsks' and shakes his head. "I thought I smelled rotten cabbages." He sneers. "Looks like that Rata Sum jail will have a few more filled cells tonight." He snickers.

Geneviette shivers at the word jail, hiding even more behind Ren. Suddenly she realizes she's being childish, and Ren will think she's being odd. She slowly moves away, but still behind Ren. "P-Please," she stutters, "We'll go!"

Esrenniel, pale as a sheet, nods fervently, missing the reassurance of Gene's touch, even if she was just hiding behind him. "We didn't read anything, and, ah, it was very silly of us to try. We realize that! So we'll..." He clenches his shaking hands. "We will leave. Please?"

Geneviette glances at Ren, noticing his fear. His hands are shaking terribly. It makes Gene want to take them and comfort him, apologize for screwing up.

The guard sneers at the the two, noticing the tall one's shaking and how the pink one's touch had comforted him. Now that she had taken a step back, he looked as if he would wear his way through the floor, with all his shaking. "You're coming with me." He digs in his pocket a moment, and pull out two strings of metal. Neither Sylvari recognizes them, until the first goes around Ren's wrists and blue light connects each side, circling the green wrists. Ren is about to protest when he glances at Gene. She looks terrified, and gives him a look like she wants him to stay quiet, which isn't far from the truth. She's worried he'll only get her, or more importantly him, hurt. So he bows his head as Gene's wrists are chained, and they follow the guard as he walks away. Gene has her eyes tightly closed, and seems to be following by the sound of Ren's footsteps and the guard's armour. Ren bumps into her to get her attention, and she opens her eyes hurriedly. He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile, and after a moment she returns it, and follows the guard with her eyes open, often glancing at Ren for reassurance.

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Feb 25, 2015

Geneviette, Esrenniel

Gene and Ren are up to NO GOOD. Don't leave baby salads unsupervised!