[Being alone was normal for a Dark Knight. Not a lot of folk were willing or capable of tolerating the unusual sight of a being able to use the strange inky darkness of the soul as a weapon or shield. Most immediately brand her and her ken as voidsent beings, others just call her monster but she doesn't particularly care.
The only thing she does care about is where she's going to get her next hot meal, tankards of ale, and the next unfortunate bastard to cross swords with her. There are many who are deserving of some swift and painful dark knight justice, from the poachers of Gridania, the raiders of Ul'dah, to the Garlean armies occupying Ala Mhigo and Khloe is more than happy to sever all their heads but there is one particular kind of scum she's always looking for. The black hearted slavers of Limsa Lominsa.
It had been a few days since she last had a target to go after which meant she spent her time in the dark corner of the Drowning Wench, eating four peoples worth of food, drinking five times her body weight, and causing all sorts of fights with other inebriated Lominsans. To keep it short, being a nuisance for Baderon. A short tempered, darkness using, tiny Miqo'te bitch as described by most of the beaten and bruised sailors who got on her bad side.]
[Rose had also, on occasion, been described as a Miqo'te bitch, although for many different reasons. Being a hero had its benefits (she often drank for free), but it also had its downsides (she had started drinking a lot more). In addition to drinking a lot more, she also had more people asking for help.]
[When she'd stepped into the Drowning Wench, she'd only wanted to grab a drink, but it wasn't long before the owner asked her for a favor. A regular had been causing fights, as it were, and everyone was too afraid to approach her. Something about darkness and a big sword, Rose didn't really pay attention to the specifics. She really just wanted a drink.]
[It doesn't take her long to find her 'target,' the other Miqo'te is pretty obvious. As she walks up, Rose crosses her arms, frowning. She doesn't want to fight, especially in a crowded bar. Hopefully this won't come to that.]
[Khloe was in the middle of her sixth tankard of ale(why they keep giving her more is mystery) when Rose pokes her nose into her business. She squinted above the rim at the red head who was raining on her parade, though by her vision there were two and sometimes three identical red heads.]
Oh? What 'ave we 'ere? Lil' red 'ead Miqo'te tryin' to act tough? [She feigns amusement, her drink put aside just a moment to smile.] I knew ol' Baderon blew the gab on me but, to think he sent some colt dove. What a bloody fool. I'm a lil' offended. [She took another gulp of ale, pink dusty cheeks turning a bit more red in the process.] Piss off, love, 'efore I stop thinkin' yer adorable.
[If Khloe thinks she’s going to intimidate Rose, she has another thing coming. Her insults only serve to make Rose angrier, and it takes everything the Miqo’te has to hold herself back.]
I’m not sure who you think you are, or if you know who I am, but I’m not going to leave so easily.
[Rose leans back in, taking the tankard off the table. How many of these had the other girl had?]
[Her ire was raised when Rose leaned in, more so when she moved her drink. She wasn't done with that. The dark knight rose from her seat, leaning in to match Rose.]
An' I think ye need to keep yer nose out o' my business.
[This one wasn't like the rest of the bumbling sailors and drunks who tried to bother her. This one had....something. She couldn't quite tell but it was enough to warrant her attention, and her anger.]
Sod off, 'efor ye get 'urt.
[There's an edge to her voice as her eyes flash a brief blood red. She was never afraid to show what she was and she certainly wouldn't be afraid to do it now.]
[Rose sighs. She's tried to resolve this as peacefully as she could, but at this point, a fight seems inevitable. The red in Khloe's eyes catches her off-guard; she hesitates, but only momentarily.]
I will stick my nose wherever I please. You're bothering the other patrons here, which means you're bothering me. You need to go.
[She reaches for her staff instinctively. Hopefully it's enough.]
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Rose!
The only thing she does care about is where she's going to get her next hot meal, tankards of ale, and the next unfortunate bastard to cross swords with her. There are many who are deserving of some swift and painful dark knight justice, from the poachers of Gridania, the raiders of Ul'dah, to the Garlean armies occupying Ala Mhigo and Khloe is more than happy to sever all their heads but there is one particular kind of scum she's always looking for. The black hearted slavers of Limsa Lominsa.
It had been a few days since she last had a target to go after which meant she spent her time in the dark corner of the Drowning Wench, eating four peoples worth of food, drinking five times her body weight, and causing all sorts of fights with other inebriated Lominsans. To keep it short, being a nuisance for Baderon. A short tempered, darkness using, tiny Miqo'te bitch as described by most of the beaten and bruised sailors who got on her bad side.]
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[When she'd stepped into the Drowning Wench, she'd only wanted to grab a drink, but it wasn't long before the owner asked her for a favor. A regular had been causing fights, as it were, and everyone was too afraid to approach her. Something about darkness and a big sword, Rose didn't really pay attention to the specifics. She really just wanted a drink.]
[It doesn't take her long to find her 'target,' the other Miqo'te is pretty obvious. As she walks up, Rose crosses her arms, frowning. She doesn't want to fight, especially in a crowded bar. Hopefully this won't come to that.]
I have to ask you to leave.
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Oh? What 'ave we 'ere? Lil' red 'ead Miqo'te tryin' to act tough? [She feigns amusement, her drink put aside just a moment to smile.] I knew ol' Baderon blew the gab on me but, to think he sent some colt dove. What a bloody fool. I'm a lil' offended. [She took another gulp of ale, pink dusty cheeks turning a bit more red in the process.] Piss off, love, 'efore I stop thinkin' yer adorable.
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I’m not sure who you think you are, or if you know who I am, but I’m not going to leave so easily.
[Rose leans back in, taking the tankard off the table. How many of these had the other girl had?]
I’ll say it one more time; you need to leave.
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An' I think ye need to keep yer nose out o' my business.
[This one wasn't like the rest of the bumbling sailors and drunks who tried to bother her. This one had....something. She couldn't quite tell but it was enough to warrant her attention, and her anger.]
Sod off, 'efor ye get 'urt.
[There's an edge to her voice as her eyes flash a brief blood red. She was never afraid to show what she was and she certainly wouldn't be afraid to do it now.]
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I will stick my nose wherever I please. You're bothering the other patrons here, which means you're bothering me. You need to go.
[She reaches for her staff instinctively. Hopefully it's enough.]
One of us will get hurt, and it won't be me.