Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
"Fondor. A couple months had passed since I'd been here. Yet it had felt like years... Time with Circe had been good- though a tad... confusing. Being back here, where I had apparently spent weeks and weeks working, was wonderful. My time at OP had been a little short, but it had been some of the best days in my life. I had made several friends, one of which I was here to see. After I awoke from my coma I spoke to her shortly, calling her 'Second Ven'... Pretty amusing, eh? Her name is Ventasia Terana, and she's a feisty, beautiful, and deadly red-head. Kind of like me. Okay, a lot like me actually. We were both mercenaries before settling with OP. Only difference was that I had sort of left the faction. As much as I regretted it, Circe needed me, and I had left with her. Most likely I'll rejoin them at some point. If Savan will let me, that is.
This whole trip took awhile to be approved. THE STARLIGHT VICTOR, my wondrous ship, had been put in holding, out of my reach. Out of concern for me, my former employer didn't want me piloting it until I was fully recovered. Now that my knees were healed, the baby was safely born, and I had gained back some memories, I thought I was good to go. Yet it still took three days to convince her to let me go. And of course I had to take a droid co-pilot with me, just in case I forgot how to fly the ship. Pretty troublesome, right? But I'm here now, safe and sound. Oi, I think I see Tasia coming now. We're meeting in the Cafe we ran into each other at some time ago. Captain Ven'Rain Sekairo of The Starlight Victor logging off."
Setting my newest journal down I waved at the waitress and ordered a few drinks. Smiling I turned to the door, waiting for my friend to show up. A redhead had passed by one of the windows, though I wasn't sure it was her. Hopefully it was. Seeing her again would really make my day. Plus, there were many things we had to discuss. After all, I did kind of have a son now... Renn'Dar Sekairo. Circe was back home taking care of him while I explored. As much as I wanted to stay and watch him grow, I needed to get my memories back. Certain things seemed to bring them forth, so traveling had seemed like the best option.
Straightening out my leather jacket I sat up, doing one last appearance check. A tie hung around my neck, dangling over a dark grey shirt, both a little wrinkled. Black jeans covered my legs, accompanied by my studded belt. As almost always, I wore my combat boots, which were shined very nicely. Once again my hair was short, this time in a pixie-cut/boy-cut. I liked it, and hoped Tasia would as well.
Speaking of the devil... here she was now.
This whole trip took awhile to be approved. THE STARLIGHT VICTOR, my wondrous ship, had been put in holding, out of my reach. Out of concern for me, my former employer didn't want me piloting it until I was fully recovered. Now that my knees were healed, the baby was safely born, and I had gained back some memories, I thought I was good to go. Yet it still took three days to convince her to let me go. And of course I had to take a droid co-pilot with me, just in case I forgot how to fly the ship. Pretty troublesome, right? But I'm here now, safe and sound. Oi, I think I see Tasia coming now. We're meeting in the Cafe we ran into each other at some time ago. Captain Ven'Rain Sekairo of The Starlight Victor logging off."
Setting my newest journal down I waved at the waitress and ordered a few drinks. Smiling I turned to the door, waiting for my friend to show up. A redhead had passed by one of the windows, though I wasn't sure it was her. Hopefully it was. Seeing her again would really make my day. Plus, there were many things we had to discuss. After all, I did kind of have a son now... Renn'Dar Sekairo. Circe was back home taking care of him while I explored. As much as I wanted to stay and watch him grow, I needed to get my memories back. Certain things seemed to bring them forth, so traveling had seemed like the best option.
Straightening out my leather jacket I sat up, doing one last appearance check. A tie hung around my neck, dangling over a dark grey shirt, both a little wrinkled. Black jeans covered my legs, accompanied by my studded belt. As almost always, I wore my combat boots, which were shined very nicely. Once again my hair was short, this time in a pixie-cut/boy-cut. I liked it, and hoped Tasia would as well.
Speaking of the devil... here she was now.
@[member="Ventasia Terana"]