The more apathetic of the trio, he, too, is a jewel mage. He is not usually seen by the public, or in the bar, for he is a little misanthropic.
Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Tall, skinny, and slightly effeminate, Rowei has a very lazy writer who just wants to test run this character for a bit.
Rowei-Cai Croceus came into the bar, dirty blonde bangs hanging in his face, hands calmly at his sides. He rushed down the stairs at a steady pace. Rowei slowed down, beginning to shoot towards the bar counter, eyes darting around the scene before he swerved toward Gambit's doors. What he was looking for obviously wasn't here.
Rowei-Cai Croceus rushed out into main street, eyes darting the same way as they were in the bar. He pulled at the gloves on his hands, feeling the cold of the night seep into his fingers. His kind weren't good in the cold, though he had prepared for this world, this multiverse, which he knew could get very chilly. He rushed down Main Street at a trot, eyes pierced, fists clenching and releasing. No clues, not here.
Rowei-Cai Croceus rubbed his hands and blew into them to warm them. For many others this would not be so cold, but Rowei was not used to it. He was used to hot sun, humidity, the occational saltwater breeze. Though, he couldn't stop here, not now. He had to keep going. Keep going till he found something. He briefly checked the area.
Still, he went on.
Rowei-Cai Croceus rushed into the bar, head whipping around as he looked for Ira. His breath was raspy, his hair spiked from being up all night without rest. THe bags under his eyes were proof of it. He spotted Ira with Felix, and ran over to them as swiftly as he could, holding out a piece of cloth with a symbol on it; an eye with a screaming face reflected into it.
"I found this after killing three poachers. You know who this is, Ira. This is who has Yanni." He said, pausing between breaths. He glanced at Felix, but did not awknowledge him more than that.
Rowei clasped his fingers together and sat down in Ira's chair.
"I'm guessing you don't have ID, either?"
Rowei-Cai Croceus looked from Ira, then back to Felix. He haunched his shoulders and grunted.
"No chance you can get us both out of here? I don't trust these guys..." He asked the albino, suddenly trying to become his friend. He needed to make him his best friend right now.
Almost like it was planned, Rowei stumbled down the stairs, swearing blindly that he had heard Yanni's voice. He was as close to her as Ira was.
He spotted Kazen, who he had seen hanging out with Yanni a few times. The girl he was with looked horrified.
Maybe they knew something.
Rowei made his way, quickly, to Kazen and Lexia. Most likely, Kazen wouldn't recognize him.
"Hello, you're Kazen, right? Did you, by any chance, see Yanni down here?" He asked him expectantly.
"She was here? In Gambit's?" He asked, incredulous. "Ira, you mean? She's gone looking for Yan. Why? Do you have anything to relay to her? I can take the message." He told the mercenary, eyes intent into his own.
"Did she tell you where she was?"
Rowei-Cai Croceus furrowed his brow, frowning. Sure, what he let on was evident, but Rowei wasn't very happy about it.
"She's not here, though, and we need to find Yan quickly. If you have the information, pleas-" Rowei began, but was cut off as, again, said woman had burst through the doors, a piece of cloth in her hand.
"Ro? Rowei! Look, look at this!" She yelled across the bar, waving the cloth around. She spotted Kazen, breath raspy from her long run. "Hey, Kaz, what's going on?" She asked, eyes wide.
Rowei-Cai Croceus held the cloth in one hand, examining it. "This is Yanni's glove?" He clasped the tattered cloth in one hand and grumbled.
"It's too small. Her gloves usually go all the way up to her shoulders. This is just...this is barely anything." He stated, angry. "This can't be it!"
Rowei-Cai Croceus would come down the stairs, then, a hand running through his dirty blonde hair, sweat dripping from his brow. He had been out all morning searching for Yanni. He knew where she was being held, yes, but Lectre mansion was huge, and security was tight.
As in, there was no way to actually get into the thing.
So he wasn't actually looking for Yanni, but trying to find a way to get to her. Rowei sighed, adjusting the gloves on his hands. Glancing to the side, he spotted a black and white poster of a man that looked very familiar...
"Hey, miss?" He said, approaching Calder and Saitia. "Could I see that for a second?"
"Yea, the sketch. One of them looks familiar." He told her, holding out his hand for the scrolls. He gave a quick nod to Calder as to not be rude, then gave an expectant look at Saitia.
"Please, I might be able to help." And you might be able to help me, as well.
He was aware of Calder's stare, but did not mind it. He was intent on the little girl.
Rowei-Cai Croceus took the sketch of Niho, and furrowed his brow. "No, not this man. Can I see the other one? I thought I heard you say a name...Abu? Something like that." He handed the scroll back to Saitia.
"Or am I wrong?"
"No, it's fine." Said Rowei. He wasn't the gentlest of people, at least, not when he was trying to concentrate on something, so his words weren't very calming.
As he opened the scroll, his eyes locked onto their target almost immediately. The elfman.
"Who is this? What's his name?" Rowei asked, a bit harshly, pointing to Ja'Aku. He didn't even mind the fact that he was ignoring Calder.
"Ja'Aku?" Said Rowei, the name a question on his lips. He looked to Calder, on the verge of an outburst, but calmed himself. He was just tired, and worried, and miserable. "Forgive me." He said in a gentler tone to Saitia.
"I do know him. My friend, Yanni, who was kidnapped more than a week ago, hung around him a lot." He informed her.
"How long ago did Ja'Aku disappear? I haven't seen him around, either. Not since the last time I saw Yanni."
Rowei felt the world slow around him, could hear his heart pounding, one beat after the other. The girls words hit his ears like an echo.
"That depends," He said, trying to find a chair to sit down in. He was feeling light in the head. Fatigue and his empty stomach hit him with nausea. He had gotten sick without knowing it.
",did he have jewels embedded in his skin?"
Rowei-Cai Croceus did fall into the chair, and before he rested his head on his hand, weak from sickness and abuse to his own body, he gave a nod of thanks to Calder.
"No, he wouldn't have been killed." Said Rowei. He put a hand in his pocket, nearly missing the fold in his pants, and drew out a piece of cloth with a symbol on it; an eye with a tortured face reflected in it.
"Inksons don't harm those who aren't jewel witches."
SleepyShadow Shiz. I lagged out.
Rowei-Cai Croceus tried so hard not to vomit all over the floor. Instead, he took everything he had to look well and to face Saitia.
"Miss, listen to me. Inksons only hurt..." he trailed off, sighing. He took off his glove to reveal the gems embedded in the tips of his fingers, "...people like me."
He didn't know how these two would react, but he didn't care anymore. "Listen, I know where Yanni is, maybe Ja'Aku is near that aria? If they were friends, and you say he would be so dedicated to her, then maybe he's looking for her?"
Rowei paused for quite a while, thinking, furrowing his brow and breathing deeply.
"Around Lectre mansion, if he knows where she is."
"It's a place...south of here. No, east, east of here. It was a mansion owned by this old rich guy, but he died. I heard people freeload there now." He replied. Yanni would never have allowed someone to be hurt in her presence.
The Inksons must have upgraded.
"Well..." began Rowei. "...Yanni was kidnapped because she had gems in her skin, like me. They're very valuable. As to Ja'Aku..." He trailed off again, thinking.
"Maybe they're just really good friends..."
Not too far behind the strong and tall Ira came the lean, black-headed Rowei, who usually didn't like public places, but since both his partners oftened the place, and he liked their company, he thought that there couldn't be much harm.
He wore similar clothes to Ira, though his own gloves covered his fingers, as well.
He wasn't taking them off.
He took a seat next to Ira.
"Looks like I picked the right night to come. No one around, eh?"
Ira smiled widely and took the boy's head under her arm, tousling his hair. "Been a while, you little misfit!"
Rowei-Cai Croceus flinched away from Ira as she mussed his hair, complaining and punching her in the arm to get out of the hold. Even through Ira's little 'oof', they were both laughing, enjoying one another's company at long last.
It had certainly been a while since they'd seen each other. Too much had happened. Too much had gone wrong.
It had been even longer since either of them had seen Yanni, the third of their group. They were like the three Musketeers, they were. Always helping one another. Always friends.
Oh, whatever had happened?
"They're so annoying." Stated Rowei once more, leaning his cheek on the flat of his hand. He took a deep sigh and, quite suddenly, elbowed Ira in the ribs.
"Ow, hey! You're not allowed to hurt me out of boredom! I'll choke you in your sleep!"
"Pfft, you can try, woman!"
"Oh, yea? You sure you want to bet on that?"
"...no, actually. Not at all."
"That's what I thought!"
They kept going back and forth, back and forth, because they were good friends, and they did it often. The reunion of good friends was wonderful.