First Reply The Price of Blood

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Open
Location: Ukio

"It'll be easy they said. Just clear the cave of some thieves they said. What's the worst that could happen? None of those damned farmers told me they'd have slugthrowers."

Reina grumbled away to herself, as she wrapped a simple bandage over her upper arm, wincing in pain as she tugged to tighten it, before using her shark-like teeth to rip through the fabric. This mercenary work was already turning out to be a lot more rough than being a fishermen. She had hoped it would be a lot more simpler than trying to be a Jedi but it turns out her hopes were very much wrong. At the very least, she'd be able to go and get her payment when she went back to those farms. Though she still had a fair few jobs to do before she headed back.

The first job was done, bandaging up her wounds. Turns out that trying to cut through a shot fired your way by a slugthrower with a sword wasn't the smartest idea, evident by the two holes that were in Reina's upper arm. Who'd have thought? Second job was what she was getting to work now. Grabbing a simple shovel to start digging a fair few holes. It was hard work...but it was respect that she had to give to the lives she had taken. No matter how much her former master might have thought that Reina wanted to become a heartless killer, it was far the opposite. She had wanted to be able to protect people. She had wanted to be a Knight that could protect people from the dark. But...it seemed like that was not in the cards for her. She was a student without a teacher. A warrior without a purpose. A wandering soul moving from planet to planet to learn what she could, whilst earning what she could.

With the holes dug, Reina proceeded to move the bodies, carefully placing them in all of the holes she had dug for them before filling them in. Shovel by shovel, dirt by dirt. There were other routes she could have taken. Burial at sea, cremation, or some other manner of corpse disposal...Yet she wasn't sure what would have been agreeable. At the end of the day, through this method, the thieves would be able to give back to the planet, fertilising the soil. Perhaps it was morbid but it was the best way for Reina to comfort herself over what she had done.

Now that the burials, Reina fell to her knees gently, placing the blade of Whisperwind against her lap whilst taking out a small cloth. Letting herself fall into the push and pull of the Force, as she went over her third job now that the fight was over. She took care of herself. She took care of those she had killed. Now she takes care of her tool. Using the cloth to slowly but surely wash away the dirt and grim, her hand being guided by the Force itself.

It would be a process that took a reasonable amount of time...but Reina felt comfortable. The farmers could wait. It wasn't as if they expected her to bring all of their goods back by herself in the first place. It was more than likely going to take two trips going back to the farm and then back to the cave to help carry the supplies back.

"...Maybe I should ask if they'll pay me double...Of course I'll probably have to report this to the Mandalorians. Not sure how they'll take to thieves in their territory."

A small teasing grin spread across her face afterwards at that thought, before she shook her head to dismiss it and focus on her meditation.

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[Dextrigo Vesh]

The approach was not exactly quiet.

No. It wouldn't be.

It was not wise to approach a being meditating near fresh graves and yet that was not what drew the monk in. It was something else that pulled at his essence. Midst the nature of the scenery around, the monk's crimson red robes and garments, a common sight for the Brotherhood of the Beatific Countenance, was more than apparent. In one hand prayer beads were shifted by black gloved fingers and in the other they wielded a some sort of staff with incense burning from its top.

The fragrance was earthy and rather musky to the nostrils.

More than lively the young woman would smell the monk approach before he even got close enough to attempt contact....

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Dextrigo Vesh
Location: Ukio

A sigh escaped her lips at the sudden earthy fragrance. A small wrinkle of disgust making its way on her nose in response to it. She had always hated the smell of the earth. It was so...limiting. Confining to her. The smell of the sea, and the scent of fresh air was much better. It just meant that Reina wasn't going to be able to enjoy her meditation. At the very least, Whisperwind seemed cleaned well enough. She slid the blade back into its sheath, before pushing herself up to her feet, resting her arm atop the handle.

"Mhm. Didn't expect to see a Monk in Mandalorian territory."

Her eyebrow peaked at the sight of the robed figure. In her mind, the concept of the Mandalorians contrasted with the concept of what she thought of Monks. It was curious to say the least. The Ersansyr brushed off some dirt from her robes, making sure she seemed somewhat presentable.

"You just passin' through or?"

The woman's guard was somewhat up. She didn't entirely trust strangers. Not after the few she's encountered that had nefarious goals in mind. But at the same time, Reina wasn't going to lash out at people just because she distrusted them. Give them a chance, but also keep them at a distance. That was her mindset.

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[Dextrigo Vesh]

"Mhm. Didn't expect to see a Monk in Mandalorian territory."

Her eyebrow peaked at the sight of the robed figure. In her mind, the concept of the Mandalorians contrasted with the concept of what she thought of Monks. It was curious to say the least. The Ersansyr brushed off some dirt from her robes, making sure she seemed somewhat presentable.

"You just passin' through or?"

The woman's guard was somewhat up. She didn't entirely trust strangers.

The monks robed visage tilted to the side. His head twisting his veiled headdress in a manner that suggested curiosity. Through the faceless black visor of the monks covering, Dextrigo gave pause inspecting the woman's posture and reading her subtle movements. With a flick of his off hand, the prayer beads reset in his grasp. Then were counted again slowly and silently.

His visage straightened back to its upright position.

The staff in hand stamped the ground below digging into the earth. Then the monk gestured his prayer beads to the heavens above. Giving attention to various distant stars and planets. An attempt to answer the woman's question before his gesture transitioned back to his own body and elicited a slight bow.

A moment of silence hung in the air and then his gaze shifted, Not that the woman could physically notice it, but it would be one she might feel. The monks gaze was set on the fresh graves adjacent to them. His head exaggerating a deliberate turn of the head toward the dead and then back to the woman before him.

Did she murder these men? He thought to himself and his grip on his staff tightened slightly with the thought.

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Dextrigo Vesh
Location: Ukio

"Wandering. Ironic. I'm doing the same myself."

She kept her arm rested against the handle of Whisperwind, raising an eyebrow as she took in more of the Monk. Silent. Like how she used to be. When she didn't want to speak. When she was afraid of her voice. Instead of submitting to that fear however, she used it to learn new skills. To learn sign language.

Then she noticed the exaggerated turn towards the dead. Back to her. The grip tightening on the staff. Reina just raised a hand up into the air defensively, though she didn't look too worried.

"They were thieves. Some farmers hired me to get their supplies back. The thieves shot at me. I defended myself...Learned that it's better to dodge a slug than to cut it."

Reina waved her free hand towards her bandaged arm. She wasn't a heartless killer. Whilst she was perhaps more liable to commit to violence than diplomacy, she didn't kill people unnecessarily. The innocent were safe from her blade...Now were they safe from getting punched? That's a different story altogether.

"Do you honestly think I'd give them a burial instead of letting them rot, if I was going around killing people? A murderer would just move on. They wouldn't stick around for this. I could have left them to the Mandalorians to deal with, but I imagine that would have went a lot worse for them."

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[Dextrigo Vesh]

He nodded as she explained herself. Though she did not need to, she owed him nothing in actuality. But the fact that she did only pointed more toward her belief in her perception. Most of her words the monk perceived as not necessary, but that was his way of life not hers and he would not disclose that.

Her question was received as rhetorical in nature.
How am I supposed to know what a stranger would or wouldn't do?

There was an almost audible sigh or perhaps it was a exhale?

The monk exaggerated a shrug. Once more his staff stamped the earth below but this time more of his weight drove the object into the ground. It stood by itself while the monk rummaged through his baggy robes. Not that he needed his weapon if things went south. His body language portrayed an even amount of trust toward the female mercenary. About the same as she gave him to be exact. Body turned to the side his awareness on her as he pulled out a leather pouch and faced her again.

It was untied rather quickly and gloved fingers reached in to pull out a strange artifact. A made of metal and some type of wood. The force hummed from the object. Like a living heartbeat. With a quick flick the monks prayer beads wrapped around the wrist, freeing his hand and he began to speak. Well, not exactly speak but communicate nonetheless.

Sign language. Slowly at first and not in complete sentences. Testing the womans confidence in comprehending his self imposed barrier to communication.

~" U R hurt. Heal. I can. OK?"~ His head shifted to the side again. It was just like before, establishing a display of curiosity.

Then his hand gestures shifted to the spelling of a longer word. A name.
~" Dextrigo."~

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Dextrigo Vesh
Location: Ukio

"...I'm fine. Used to pain. It shows that we're alive, right?"

There was a small amount of distrust deep inside Reina's heart that didn't want to let anyone help her. Pain was a lesson for her. It was something she was meant to learn from. Mistakes that needed rectifying. It had felt wrong when Reina had became an Ersansyr, for the simple reason that all of the scars and lessons she had were removed. She had even dealt with far worse pain than this. Yet here was a stranger now, willing to heal her. It seemed too good to be true. Evident in the way she had tensed up ever so slightly, her eyes glaring at

"I've had bad experiences with people using the Force on me. To "fix" me. To "heal" me."

Of course, that had been a completely different example. The Monk was simply offering to heal her injury, but Reina distrusted the idea of people trying to "fix" how she was. To remove and replace what they thought was unnecessary. The redhead dismissed that thought, as she shook her head. She didn't seem to struggle with the sign language. In fact, she had started to use that alongside her spoken words. Communication was important, as Reina had slowly began to find out in recent times. Not every solution came with violence, or even the threat of violence. Sometimes you simply had to talk, even if Reina wasn't the most social of people.

"You can call me..."

Her voice trailed off for a moment, as she stopped her signing. Her eyes glancing around their surroundings as if trying to decide what to use as her name. She was born as Raini. Raised as Reina. But she was neither of those in this moment. She was not the daughter of the Pekerish, lost out at sea as a child. She was not the Jedi Padawan that left the Order to follow the people she trusted. No, she was the Mercenary looking for a new life and new ways to learn. As if a new day was setting up on her...A new day...

"...Dawn."

The Dawn of a new life. A new person. Sure, it might have been an alias, but if it was the name she was going to be going by to strangers she meets in this line of work...Well, so be it.

"Go ahead and do your...healing."

It was time to at least try and trust a stranger. As she let her gaze settle on the sky in thought. There was much going on in her mind. Too much for Reina's liking. She preferred not having to think. It was simpler that way. But alas, life was never that simple.​