Relaxation...

[Wise Idiot]

Dardae chuckled at the pitiful loot his friend was getting. If he doesn't get a good reward for this, he's going to be ticked.

Dardae looked off into the distance and spotted two dorsal fins sticking out of the water. I wonder if I should tell him...nah, I'm sure he's see 'em before they get here.

[Fallen]

Locke leaned back on a hammock, breathing in a deep sigh as the warm sun slowly warmed his skin.

This is the life, he thought as he looked over the sandy beach that he had found himself on. A turtle waiter slowly sauntered by, so he decided to order himself a drink.

The turtle slowly turned around and made his way towards Locke, until he was close enough to take his drink and leave the creature a generous tip. He sighed happily again, taking a sip of his coconut flavored drink.

Locke was dressed in plain white clothes, and except for his wings, he looked completely defenceless. No boot daggers, no chain mail, just his clothes, claws, and and the warm sun on his face.

[Fallen]

OOC: Hate to double post, but no one else has.. >.>

A dark figure suddenly appeared, contrasting the bright reality of the Little Paradise Resort. He flexed his right hand absently as he warily eyed the relaxing patrons.

A young NPC walked up to him, a blonde woman in her mid twenties with a red bikini on.

"Hi, my name is Amy! I'll be your guide to The Little Paradise Resort today, seeing as how this is your first visit. Is there anything I can help you with?"

He looked at the girl and scoffed, "Find me my friend, and I might contribute to the continuation of this.. place."

The NPC's face went blank briefly before re-animating, "Please tell me the name of the person you seek, and The Little Island Resort will help you locate him."

"His name.." he thought back, "Locke.. bring me Locke."

"I can't bring him here, as it is against Resort policy to disturb guests unless it is an emergency, but I can either inform him of your arrival, or guide you to where you may find him."

Kalmar chuckled darkly again, looking around at the assembled, "Bring me to him. We have.. unfinished business."

The NPC's face lit up, "Follow me!" She turned to begin walking towards the lodge, angled slightly past it, "But I must tell you, since it is your first visit, that there will be no fighting on the Resort. You could be banned by Admin if you do."

Kalmar began to follow, drawing his cloak closer to him.

[Fallen]

OOC: Okay, time for some character history! And a triple post. >.> Really hate to do it, but I can't just let this thread rot!

Locke glanced up from his drink, seeing a man in a black cloak being lead by a blonde Resort Guide. He quickly scrambled off the hammock, neatly landing him face down in the sand for his efforts.

Kalmar chuckled, extending his hand to help Lachlan off the ground. Locke warily took the offering, watching the stranger as he stood straight to look the man in the eyes.

"It's been too long.. old friend."

A small grin played out on Locke's face, "Yes, far too long. It's funny seeing you here, I thought you said after the Beta-Test incident, you would never join Ymaggion."

"Yes, well.. things change. You told me of a friend of yours.. an acquaintance of mine, really, that spoke of.. glitches."

The grin on Locke's face vanished, "Yes, Rua is the man you should look for."

A dark air hung between them for a moment, "So, he goes by Rua now.. I see."

"He went by another name?"

"Yes, even though he hated it," Kalmar chuckled slightly despite the seriousness of their conversation.

"Here, add me to your contact list and i'll PM you when I find him, again."

"Okay, well get to it."

Locke laughed aloud, "Always so.. pushy."

Kalmar walked over to the hammock, righting it before laying in it, his black clothes still contrasting the bright, cheery atmosphere.

"Alright, well I guess since my hammock's stolen now," he smiled, "I'll get going."

Locke vanished as he logged out, leaving Amy behind to look at Kalmar.

"Would you like a drink, Kalmar, was it?"

"Yes, and I would like something.. mango."

"Right away, Kalmar," she smiled cheerily, before walking over to a turtle waiter to pass on the drink order.

"Soon, comrade.. we will meet very soon."