Two differences [ Rorick / Sky ]

[Fox]

Sky's light green eyes darted through the main street, as soon as she saw that no one in peculiar was looking, she entered the tavern. She didn't have an exact reason to be so suspicious, though she new that there could be trouble if someone would mess with her... or something. The tavern itself was decorated with lanterns, surprisingly, and the smell of ale and wine filled the air.

As soon as she saw a seat in front of the counter, she hopped onto it, her dark cinnamon colored fur fluffed up slightly. She could never get used to the leather seats, somehow; she never knew were to put her short tail. As soon as a waiter came to her: "One ale please." she ordered before the black and white cat could ask.

As the cat left with her order, Sky could feel that someone sat onto the seat at her right, she whipped around and found herself face to face with a handsome- ish tom.

[BIT]

Finally, a day off.
Working as a Shade could build up quite the thirst, and this was Rorick's first full free day in some time. He'd planned to go to the Main Street Tavern after doing some house work, and so here he was.
With the work at home done, his mind was free to enjoy the ale without worry. A mug in his hand and a nice warm tingly feeling in his chest, Rorick sat down at the counter. The only things missing now was another refill and someone to talk to.
He let a small sigh escape as he once again wished that Theo or any other Shade was here. Heck, Rorick would even settle for the Kaiser! But they were either busy, or at a different tavern.
The lone Shade would have to settle for some random cat then.
Eh, no worries there.
Rorick was about to motion for a refill when sudden movement to his left caught his attention. His instinctively let go of his mug and was about to reach for his staff leaning against the counter to his right, but as he turned to look at the perpetrator he saw it was only a she-cat staring at him.
Even with a slight buzz, Rorick was still on guard, but the fact that this smaller she-cat had startled him somewhat made him smile. He pictured her briefly as some high level assassin with the Legionaries and that just made his smile broader.
She's probably some Jeweler yet she's got you all jumpy!
Too much work. Seeing criminal or killers in the most innocent looking of cats.
"Hello. Sorry if I startled you. Just getting a refill."

[Fox]

Sky blushed slightly and gave a slight smile, "that's fine, sorry for staring too. I guess im too paranoid.." she gave a weak shrug as she finished her sentence. She swirled her ale in her cup, and hoped the cat wouldn't be an idiot or something, and that he wouldn't think that she was an idiot. Sky laughed mentally at herself. being so jumpy and paranoid. HA! That wasn't like her, it was usually her making other cats paranoid or scared...

Anyway, Sky loved someone to talk to at the tavern while drinking some ale. So she fully turned to the cat, though keeping her ale on the counter, twisting in her seat. "My name is Sky by the way." she said with a genuine smile, the blush slowly melting off of her face. "what brings you to this tavern?" she asked raising one eyebrow, trying to make conversation; usually with a handsome tom such as this one sitting before her, she would flirt or snap, though what was the point? She rolled her eyes at herself. She had to admit this tom, was handsome, in his own way, so why not talk for once?

[BIT]

"We're both a little jumpy it seems." He said as he finally got his refill. All this drink was probably going to start cutting deeply into his schilling count, but he could worry about that later. Rorick looked at the shecat a bit skeptically. What reason did she have to be paranoid?

The brown tabby half turned in his seat, "Nice to meet you, Sky." He greeted, still all smiles, "My name's Rorick and today's my day off so I thought... Why not have a few drinks? And so, here I am."
He held up his mug in a mock salute and drained a good portion of it in one go. He clanked it back down onto the counter then wiped his mouth with the back is his paw before adding, "As to why this tavern. Well, one is just as good as the other. I have no preference. What brings you?"
He studied her a bit, finding his attention drawn to the light green marking under her left eye. Rorick had never seen a marking like it before, and briefly wondered if it was guild related.

[Fox]

Sky nodded in agreement, still smiling. " I guess im expecting a stab in the back or something... it's just that some cat once attacked me in the middle of the marketplace, and since then i guess." She lowered her eyes to look at her ale, Great, now she was going around telling cats about an attack as if they cared. She flushed slightly.

Sky grinned, hoping that the cat would forget all about her slip of the tongue. "It's my day off too! Well, actually i have an independent job so i can take a day off whenever i like, though i rarely allow myself that. " she smiled. Suddenly, heavy rain drops fell from the sky, She had noticed that it would rain though she never thought it would rain this soon and this hard! A few cats ran into the tavern to take cover, and a tavern-keeper had to close the windows.

Sky shrugged her shoulders, "I personally love this tavern, they have a bigger variety of drinks and maybe a few snacks" She carried off, she noticed how the cat's eyes were being drawn to something on her face and she blushed suddenly. What if she had some ale or something on her face?

Suddenly, the words came out of her mouth before she could stop them: "Sorry for being so stupid, you know..." she smiled innocently and blushed.

[BIT]

((sorry for the long wait. I had no motivation to draw or write for about a month. X___X but it's passed. ))

Rorick opened his mouth, about to ask Sky about the cat who had attacked her, when she quickly smiled and changed the subject. It was obvious she wasn’t going to talk more about it, which frustrated the brown tabby somewhat but he let it go for now. He looked over at the tavern entrance as a couple cats ran in to get out of the sudden downpour of rain. It was a good thing he had no plans of leaving any time soon.

The apology from Sky came out of nowhere and left Rorick looking at her like he had missed something.
“What?” He ask, honestly very confused. “No, I don’t know. Where’d that come from?” But he quickly dismissed his question with a wave of his paw, “Actually, never mind, doesn’t matter.” If she was going through some emotional problems, he didn’t want to get involved. He quickly changed the subject.

“So what’s this independent job of yours anyway?” He asked, wondering if he’d gotten it right by thinking she was a jeweler.
“Because if I had a job with that much freedom I doubt I’d ever get any work done. I would just sit in a tavern all day and drink.” Which reminded him and he finished off his ale. He tipped his mug at hers, “You want another? My treat.”

[Fox]

Sky noticed that his mouth opened suddenly as if to ask something then closed, probably he wanted to ask something about the attack, he could if he wanted, maybe that crazy cat would stop attacking cats then. She thought, but he didn't ask anything, so she focused on the sound of the rain batting on the window sills of the tavern.

Sky smiled, "Well, some cats just say i'm too open and , what friendly? or paranoid or something " she explained, already blushing because of the embarrassment bubbling inside of her. Now she was sure that the cat though she had some kind of problem, she would kick herself for doing this later, for now, she had to try to stop being so embarrassing.

"I'm a hunter, and a part time dancer" Sky said, quiet proudly, she was about to say that she was a theif too, but that wouldn't really improve her image. " well, sometimes that happens, i have more schillings then i need and the tavern here is a great place for meeting nice cats, " she gestured towards Rorick with a smile. " The Sea-scape tavern is more of a romantic place where a special someone should take you to eat, it's more of a restaurant and you gotta order a table so ... no meeting new cats there." she grinned. "Well, thank you!" she nodded, and slid her paw out of the handle.

[BIT]

Rorick shrugged his shoulders slightly, having no opinion on what some of the cats say about her. But the set up was just too good to passed up and so he decided to just have a little fun at the already embarrassed she-cat‘s expense.

“You’re definitely something, Sky.” Keeping a straight face proved useless as he couldn’t help but smile at his brazen flirting. I might as well have been spilling corn out of my mouth that was so corny.
“I mean, come on, a hunter and a dancer? I doubt there’s a lot of cats who could do both of those well enough to earn a comfortable amount of shillings as you say you have.” As for the Seascape, Rorick would just have to take her word for it on how good and romantic it was since he had never been to that tavern

He reached over and plucked up her mug, and with his own in his other paw, clanked them together twice to draw attention. Very quickly a cat with a jug was ready to pour them a refill. The shade flashed the shecat a smile as she finished pouring the ale, not caring about the irksome look she gave him in return. Rorick turned in his seat when she was done and handed Sky’s mug back to her. ”Here ya go.” He took a long pull from his ale, casting a quick glance at the small brown shecat from over the rim of the mug.

Polite, sensitive talk had never been Rorick’s thing, and he could never keep it up for long. So when he put his mug down, he asked the questions like Sky had only just spoken about her mugging.
“How long ago was the attack? Do you remember what the cat looked like?” The questions came quickly as Rorick easily slipped back into his more natural, blunt behavior. It could come off as though he was asking out of her safety, but it was actually more about the numbers and winning a bet. The brown tabby was running behind on captured criminals and he would need to bag two more to just break even with Theo or else he’d have to buy her shot of whiskey at a tavern.
If Sky’s information helped him, then he didn’t care if it brought up bad memories for her. But going by her expression, it seemed to Rorick that she was more embarrassed by it than traumatized.

[Fox]

Sky raised an eye brow at Rorick, flirting never embarrassed her, well, unless the cat was not a total stranger and she knew him quiet well. "Then what do you do for a living?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

Sky watched as Rorick took their refills and thanked him as he returned. She stirred her ale and took a sip, tucking a lock of her spiky hair behind her ear. She was slightly surprised as the tom-cat started questioning her on her attack, " A few months ago, during the set-up for the Crowning festival. He had had a hood on, and he was using a shock spell, quiet strong magic, and mottled dark gray fur. And hazel eyes. If the guards hadn't been near by i would have ran after him and he would have been dead already." she darkened after she finished her sentence. She sensed the tom's thoughts about criminals and she turned to him after taking yet another sip of her ale. " If you need a few criminals to find, you can simply ask, i used to work as an assassin and know almost every single one." she shut her mouth quickly, and looked around, worried if someone had over heard.

[BIT]

Rorick was a bit disappointed that Sky had not reacted to the flirty like he’d hoped, after all she’d become embarrassed over smaller thing, and it showed on his face while she asked him what his job was.
“Oh, I‘m a shade. Doesn’t pay very well, I can assure you. You are better off with your independent work.” He said before finishing off his drink. The brown tabby had never been that secretive about his work, like some of the shades he knew, since usually telling seemed to have more advantages than not telling.

His ears perked at the things he was hearing from the smaller brown shecat. The mugger’s description was certainly familiar to Rorick, but that whole worked-as-an-assassin bit threw him for a loop. Was she sporting with him as a way to get back at his unsuccessful flirting? It seemed the most likely explanation, but Sky’s reaction afterwards seemed more like she was actually telling the truth.
Or she’s just a very good liar.

But if she wasn’t lying…

Rorick not so subtly reached out and adjusted where his wooden staff rested against the counter, pulling it so it was closer to him. Even with his mind starting to swim and dull from his drinking too much too quickly, he was not about to drop all caution.

His green eyes glared at her, seeing the shecat in a different light than from moments before.
“You? You used to kill people for money? I have a hard time believing that.” Though, his body language said otherwise.

[Fox]

Sky couldn't help but grin at the slight disappointment coming from the tom. "Shade huh? Remind me again.... what do shades do?" she smiled at the tom. Because she honestly couldn't remember what hey actually did.

Sky noticed as the toms ears pricked up and as his eyes widened. How could she say she had been an assassin! She was young and spoiled when she took the job, and she never killed cats directly. She was too young. But she had gathered information about the cats and given them to the higher assassins. A few nights before she would have been made a full assassin, she quit the job, understanding the horror of it. And because of her decision the assassins had killed her father.

Sky couldn't stop the embarrassment, shame, and guilt from bubbling inside of her. For some reason, she felt like she was going to cry. The tom had even taken a hold of his staff, as if expecting an attack. She calmed herself down and stared into her cup, hiding behind her spiky bangs.

Her voice was merely above a whisper now. " I was young and stupid when i took the job, i never killed cats, not directly, and i had quit. Bu they weren't happy you see, because their youngest member that they had "raised to be a true assassin" had quit, and they killed my father. And not a day doesn't go by that i don;t feel the shame and guilt of my worst mistake." she said, meaning every word.

Sky avoided the tom's eyes, because she knew what she would see in them.

[BIT]

Rorick watched as Sky broke down a little, dropping her head to stare into her mug of ale, the shame and guilt coming off of the shecat was almost visible. But he felt no sympathy towards her and he gave no words of comfort. His job as a shade sometimes had him hunting down assassins (ones that weren’t working for the Kingdom) and he had seen their handiwork on multiple occasions. The exchanged of coin for the taking of life… it was dirty, ugly work.

He put his mug down, ready to stand up and just leave the brown shecat in her misery, no longer caring to make conversation with her, when a meek voice grabbed his attention and he stayed there a moment longer.
“Directly or indirectly, you still helped end another cat’s life. I’d say you got what you deserved.” Rorick said, a bit flustered, digging into his belt when he stood up and fished out a couple shillings which he then slapped onto the counter to pay for his drinks and her one drink.

“Please enjoy the rest of your evening, Sky.” His words and the smile he gave the shecat were devoid of any warmth as he took up his wooden staff and made to leave the tavern. Rorick was done with her, as it was easier to walk away than stay and deal with her problems.

[Fox]

Sky's jaw hardened and the shame and guilt were replaced by fury and dislike. Of course the cat was leaving! He didn't know that she only accepted to kill criminals and murderers that had run away to Rithengar.

She looked up at the tom, eyes burning with a force she couldn't see. She hated it when other cats judged her incorrectly, "To... you too."she meowed in a frozen voice and narrowed eyes. The shade could try something funny, but he just made his way to the freezing, torrential rain.

Sky shoved the ale away and decided she would settle for drawing and then remembered that the tom hadn't payed for the ale. She took a few schillings from her bag and payed for him. There wasn't much she could do. Her anger calmed a little, and she got out her quill and started doodling her usual sketches.