A Night Off [Private]

The dance was back on. He grinned in response to her rather contagious smile - knowing that that damn smile probably got her through anything. Such was the curse of beauty. The response to his question was intriguing. It was just so short. Perhaps she was of a similar cloth as him. Their work was the type beyond simplistic, boring tasks. And neither could really discuss the details of their work due to the rather unpleasant circumstances. "Cryptic," he said with a chuckle, finding amusement in her answer. "Quite the interesting work. Beauty and full of skills... you really are dangerous," he joked, though in a way it was partially true.

She was very dangerous for him.

"Contractor... I suppose that's one way of putting it..," he finally said after some silence with a chuckle. Truthfully thinking of his work was not all that pleasant. Though he did it- he didn't necessarily like it sometimes. Recent times in particular had made his life every difficult. "I'm very good at what I do... but sometimes what I do...isn't all that grand," he said with a sigh. When he was chasing monsters and killers - that's when Randous really enjoyed his work. Putting down things that really caused destruction and terror or eliminating criminals. Sometimes he worked for opposing sides, but it still brought him satisfaction to say the least.

He then finished what would be his third drink. "Recently there were Titans and Monsters roaming around these parts... It's strange to say... but I miss them.

They made work seem less... dirty," he said, being rather honest despite her being a complete stranger...

As the Mercenary spoke of monsters and glory - he couldn't help but feel he showed his hand a little. Not many thought of his work as honorable, or righteous. He was considered a villain. That was not something he agreed with. Villains brought chaos, Villains sought out conflict. He was merely a man trying to make a living, in a world where his only worth was his sword and how well it cut. "Heh. Something... or Someone... to fight for. Perhaps...," he said in response with a soft chuckle. He called for a third drink, and still yet no food to go with it. "But I'd kill the Gods themselves... for the right price...," he said in response to her puppeteer comment, his own emotions slipping once again. He thought of the images that plagued his mind in the night.

He thought of the faces he could not fully remember, but felt his heart break over the mere sight of. Like long lost family separated from him forever. He thought of Nameless and the experiments when he arrived in Pandora. The anger he felt at their repercussions. A strong, enhanced body that could withstand anything. But all at the cost of something precious that he could not even recognize.

"Saahra...," he whispered to himself softly under his breath, as if that was a name he was to know. He knew not what it meant. Only that it was someone who was gone now.

"Are you always this poetic?" he snapped back into reality, trying to change the subject.

"I don't believe that. I think everything can be killed, even the Gods. There's bound to be something that exists in this realm, though I do not find it worth searching for. But if the Gods are all-powerful why let one who is not a God control this domain? Surely to let such a being have control is to surrender to one, no?" he asked. This wasn't the kind of conversation he was expecting to have with a gorgeous woman of whom he felt such a physical attraction too. But it was the one they were having.

He ordered another round for them both. "I'd kill the Gods if it paid enough. If it meant rising from the shadows and finding that which is lost to me...," he said. "And what of you? Would you do anything for your deepest desires?"

"Even if it meant risking your life against the Gods?"

It was an interesting point that he hadn't considered. Like hiring someone akin to Randous to kill someone. They transferred responsibility but still got the job they wanted done. "Hmph. I suppose when you put it like that...," he said, before he ended up smiling too for a bit. She was smart. He had to give her that. Every bit of this conversation kept him on his toes.

As far as their drinking was going... she seemed to be having a much easier time in that department as well. This girl could definitely hold her liquor. "Well perhaps I should change the question then...," he said with a grin. "Is there a desire that fuels you, that you would do anything to accomplish? A passion, a goal, or an ambition?" he asked rhetorically.

"I feel like there's lots of ambitions in a girl like you...," he chuckled before finishing yet another glass. Randous felt like he was starting to get used to the craziness of Pandora, of its mysteries and its strange workings. In some ways he was more free in The Land of Death than he had ever been in life. He only wished he could remember everything that he had lost. Perhaps sometime Nameless would be able to tell him...

Before he slit his throat at least.~

He paused as he awaited to hear her answer...the black haired mercenary stirring with curiosity as he continued his drink. Was it Power? Money? Status? Or was it nothing? Was she one of those souls who had already found what they were looking for. He envied such beings. When she finally spoke - his ears perked up eager and ready. Once he heard her answer.. a slight sadness fell onto him, though he was adept at hiding it. Another content soul. Was he the only one who wasn't entirely happy here? "Is that so... Well... You can always use me to ease your boredom~," he offered with a small chuckle. "Even if it's just another drink like this sometime...," he would say.

His face formed a rather cheerful grin at her response. His light blue eyes held hints of desire and longing in them as he sipped his drink, finishing his last beverage of the evening. He felt a pretty heavy buzz, but he had enough sense of himself to function properly. "I don't have to be nameless. You've just never bothered to ask my name~" he said in response as he put money down on the table for their drinks.

He offered her his arm to latch onto. It was time for a change in scenery.