<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Darien.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Darien Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10257075#msg10257075)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sword and Shield class<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/23, 9:20 am-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ve, open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>sporting a black eye<br/><hr/>The whole encounter had essentially been random but hearing her comment about the system and the streets made it official. Whatever trouble she got herself into here, he'd have her back. It was kind of like being a camper, once you lived on the streets you were part of a fraternity. The way she'd fought now made sense -- she'd hadn't backed down, didn't show fear, and wasn't afraid to fight dirty. He couldn't help but smile when she mentioned everybody trying to kill her, he remembered feeling that way himself when he first got here.<br/><br/>"Well, it will get a little better once your divine parental unit acknowledges you," he offered and it was true, things did go a little easier for the claimed. "Or in time you'll settle in with us misfits like I did. Do you have any idea, by the way, whose spawn you might be?"<br/><br/>He didn't keep his arm around her shoulders for long, not wanting to creep her out though she was remaining friendly enough. He laughed at her question and shot her grin. "When it stops being a pain in the ass I'll let you know. Seriously, it's like anything. As soon as they all see you're not useless and that you're sticking around, things will ease up...somewhat. It's never going to be easy here but you get used to it. That bit about where the pointy end goes? Just the sort of thing you need to go to get by and in the mean time, if somebody starts giving you too much crap, let me know. Us street rats have to stick together."<br/>