Away From the Sun

[Fyrann Truax]

Fyrann was knee deep in the thoughts of his own issues. Ayden had 'mysteriously' gone missing in the span of a night, leaving him with his son of 7 months. Rumors had spread as per the usual in Independent City; the well known Truax name had been carried through streets and over phones as simply hearsay. But the former commando decided it was better to drink out these political shenanigans at a local pub owned by White Rabbit affiliates. The wear on his face was obvious, even as he shot back a glass of the hardest whiskey on the shelves. "'Nother", he ordered half slurring and set aside the empty glass next to the other three he already downed. The man was drinking fairly early in the evening and it seemed he would be there for many hours later.

[Amice Kyoushi]

Amice had went looking for the man described in the bloody phone call she got from a drunken Ayden. Ayden was leaving Independent City and she was one of the two new leaders. She found the man in a bar also getting drunk. "Traux. Tell me that the phone call I got was bullshit. Just... Tell me that yeah?"

[Fyrann Truax]

Fyrann hadn't expected to see anyone he knew at the pub. How Amice managed to find him was debatable at best; the two never talked much so he regarded her with a moderately distant glance. The barkeep set the next drink in front of him and he grabbed it almost immediately. The sleeplessness under his eyes was obvious. "The whole situation is rubbish...", he commented with hidden pain in his tone," I tried with him...". With one gulp he finished the whiskey and slammed down the glass. A heavy sigh escaped the Englishman's mouth as his heavy lidded brown eyes stared off at the bottles behind the bar longingly. "But charity didn't do much help for me...".

[Amice Kyoushi]

Amice glares at him and tries her damnedest to stop from punching, not for his sake, but because AYden would be upset if he found out. "Watch what you say. Ayden is more than a charity case and I won't let you talk about my friend like that." She says rather harshly before tapping the bar and ordering a whiskey herself. "Well point now is that we work together so you better get used to me. At least until Ayden comes back, he told me that he does plan to come back but he has some shit to get in order first." Then looks at how much he's had to drink, "Now get your shit. We're leaving." She says after downing her own drink. We got shit we have to get in order ourselves."

[Cortana Devlowe]

She couldn't recall a time that she had been allowed to travel so far from home away from her master. All 18 years had been spent in the city of New York and now... now she had the chance to experience a new world beyond the ocean. Cortana marveled at what was Independant City as she walked down the streets. She looks down at a piece of paper with a name on it and a possible address. But being unfamiliar with the city she didn't even know where to begin to find the place.

"How do I find this man...?" she asks herself before looking up to notice a local bar. "That might work. People at bars usually have knowledge of the city at home" and she picks up her pace to see if there might be someone in the tavern who could help her locate the person she sought"

[Fyrann Truax]

While the words of his temporary partner had struck his ears, his focus was still trained on the bar's inventory. "That's not what I meant", the former commando muttered in his London accent shaking his head and sighed once more. The lines on his face frowned as he became twisted in his own thoughts. "...I'll catch up with you, love". His tone went cold as he nearly tried to shoulder Amice away. He wasn't in the mood for company, and it was why he travelled all the way out here in the first place.

[Amice Kyoushi]

Amice wasn't the type of person to be pushed around easily. "Come on... Ayden chose you for your sense of duty. We have to protect the people of our city. For fucks sake you are the prophet of life act like it." She says trying to pull him out but he was much larger than her. A man walks up to Fyrann, "Maybe you should listen to your wife sir." It was a member of the team he had been on while working for White Rabbit. Amice stopped pulling she got the feeling this was going to get ugly... Fast.

[Cortana Devlowe]

Cortana approaches the door but pauses as she hears people arguing inside. Something told her that perhaps this wasn't the best time to enter and she slowly backs from the door enough to make sure if anyone came out she wouldn't be hit by it as it seemed rather heated. She gave a silent prayer to Yoya that she wouldn't be put in danger here. She also was starting to wonder if coming here had been a good idea. But she couldn't let this affect her, she needed to find the prophet and see if he could give her some insight on what Yoya was like so she could strive to be the best she could be to serve her.

[Fyrann Truax]

"Come on... Ayden chose you for your sense of duty. We have to protect the people of our city...". He reacted to her tugging by keeping on the bar stool, his more muscular frame easily outweighing Amice's strength. "For fucks sake you are the prophet of life act like it.", she added and at this time the prophet managed to weasel his way out of her grasp--though it involved him nearly losing his footing on his seat. The alcohol that pushed throughout his veins made an awkward motion; thus, the brown haired male wound up leaning against the counter with nothing more than irritation in his mahogany eyes. "Bloody hell...can't you see that I'm not fit for leading? He gave me no choice in the matter, leaving like the wind, which thanks to you for the reminder, makes me a feel a whole lot better as a person", Truax commented sarcastically.

There was a short pause before a faintly familiar voice sounded from behind him. "Maybe you should listen to your wife sir." The co-leader of Independents blinked and stated a confused yet drunken,"I'm sorry?" back to the other man. Standing up finally from his seat, his attention never faltered from his former team mate. "Did you just accuse her of being...my wife? No, no, see I don't rightfully care for your answer--so please don't bother to give me any sort of response". His tone shifted between polite and sinister," Frankly I'm not anything more than her acquaintance". Moving some towards the White Rabbit member he noticeably staggered,"And you? You are a bloke who holds no authority over my life". Fyrann shook his head in disbelief, feeling that the past few months had been years in service of one god or another, that the war itself had worn him down and the last thing he could have needed was one more person telling him how to live. "But if you feel so obliged as to outline my path, do go ahead.I'm dying to hear it". The inebriated state made him seem a fool but it was clear he had underlying problems that he wouldn't discuss while sober.

[Amice Kyoushi]

Amice lets out a sigh as he makes an ass out of himself, "Come on Fyrann, I have a hotel room where you can get drunk." She says before trying to literally drag him out of the bar. She smiles at the guy who had tried to help him. She didn't want him to get into a fight. "Look I'm sorry that Ayden up and left, but maybe there was a reason for it. Do you wanna talk about it?" She says before pulling a flask out and handing it to Fyrann, "There you can drink that on the way. Aren't you supposed to be living life to the fullest as the prophet of life?" She asks on their way out the door.

[Cortana Devlowe]

The sounds inside kept the girl from entering the building for the moment. She weighed the options of going in there or just waiting for whoever it was causing the disturbance to leave before finally aproching the door and taking a deep, bracing breath, before opening the door and entering.

[Fyrann Truax]

The gunslinger was already having trouble holding his own, though thanks to his stubborness the amount of intoxication he was drenched in had been laid aside...mostly. On the fringes of being able to manage his own body movements, Fyrann had once again placed slight distance between himself and his co-leader partner. Amice was being rather amiable, from what the soldier could gleam. He hadn't spent much time getting to know the elven woman but he was keen on first impressions.

Taking the flask into his hand he raised a brow, took a swig, and then replied, "No use would come of that...he's gone, and if it's of any...". Truax stopped trying to realign the sentences in his brain in the correct order. " God, it's all my fault. If I could have...picked up the damn pieces...". A frown snuck onto his features, and in mid pondering the door to the pub swung open. The remainder of Amice's inquiry reached the man's ears; however, he declined on answering it right away. It was more reluctance than anything. " Honestly, love...I don't quite know what I'm supposed to be doing. It seems every avenue I try to take only turns back to bite me later...huh". The male sighed like he had only just realized his life was riddled with misfortune.

[Amice Kyoushi]

Amice lets out a sigh and shakes her head she was worried about him, "Talking about it may ma-..." Then he mentions that it is his fault and she shakes her head, "Hey don't say that Fyrann... Ayden just needs to get his life together." She says before looking to the door wanting to get out of here. "You have to just keep trying, Yoya wouldn't have chosen you if she didn't believe in you. Life is hard, but the hardest part of life is living it." She says pulling a line from an old TV show she used to watch, "Come on love, you look much better when you smile." She says before looking into his eyes, "Why don't we go ahead and go to the hotel?"

[Cortana Devlowe]

Cortana looks about the room and then to the two that were having some sort of discussion. She notices them both look her way for a moment and decides to walk over to see if they might have some information, when she hears the female refer to the man as Fyrann. She pauses in her steps and looks the man over, who was obviously heavily intoxicated and then moves closer "Excuse me. You are Fyrnn? Prophet of Yoya Fyrnn?" She wasn't sure what to say but obviously the man wasn't having a good day. She wondered if having come here had been a good idea if the man who she had sought out to teach her a little more about the goddess of life was a drunkard.

[Fyrann Truax]

"Right...", he said half-heartedly, faking his determination for the sake of trying to get Amice to either drop the subject or to pretend like his problem didn't exist. With everything he had left he looked back to the elven woman and mustered the best smile he could with watering eyes, fighting down the feeling of wanting to fall apart. "I seem to fight from day to day and I don't feel I'm getting anywhere". It was an admittance that he immediately felt shame for sharing--because of how many people he knew would get onto him for complaining. It wasn't something he did very often, but he still felt awkward revealing his personal issues; Gods knew alcoholism was one of those struggles.

"Excuse me. You are Fyrann? Prophet of Yoya Fyrann?"

The smaller voice behind Amice piqued the soldier's interest as his gaze landed on Cortana like pools of dark muddy water. "One minute", he spoke to Amice before addressing the other human. "Complaints and concerns can be sent to the front office and it'll be placed on my desk for review...", then his brain processed what exactly she said, "Wait...did you say prophet? I haven't seen your face around the City before". The soldier was on edge, looking the newcomer over, his hand resting unnervingly close to the pistol he always carried on himself.