Recollection (Open)

[Zach]

What is a man without his memory?
What is a man without memory of his home?
What is a man who can only see people instrumenting his fate, yet not find the associations?
Is that man doomed to re-enact his fate, without the guidance of the past?

Rhezzo Dharrei walked the paved streets of Aeliyr his jet-black eyes scanned from person to person. Each one carrying an objective in their faces. where as Rhezzo had none to speak of. Just a probing expression, as if to discern the crowd. To pick out a single shinning detail, in a hill of salt. Maybe to find that one thing that made him remember, anything, anyone. A futile endeavor many might say, but patience was his to behold. It didn't matter how long it took him, nor who he had to go to. He would strive to find it in this metropolis that so far, yielded little. The city was semi familiar, but nothing made him stop in his trek to discover the truth.

The long-coat he recently purchased hid the heavy metallic mail beneath its fabric. Even the scabbard of the bastard-sword that he grew accustomed to wielding. These things were symbols of the new life he pursued. They reminded him not to walk away from the truth, or ignore what it taught him. Even if they were symbolic, the lesson he learned in acquiring them were much more surreal. These people draped on their business suits were all familiar. Haunting him with familiarity that was all to real, the rebellious clothing of Terrenus, seemed pleasing. At least there, he didn't have to worry about a man in a suit launching a full fledged assault again him.

"Somewhere, the answer is here."

Rhezzo pushed through the crowd, damned and determined to turn hell, or heaven upside down if need be to find his answer. If it took him having to strike a deal with the devil himself to find that answer. Looking to a nearby electrical pole, was a sheet of paper. An opaque short haired man, whose face was smooth, but straight. Gripping an all-mighty fist, the most daunting aspect of the poster. Not the look of his mouth, but the haunting golden eyes, illustrated in the poster. Beneath the figure, read the caption "LONG LIVE WASHINGTON!" It caused Rhezzo to stop on a dime something about that figure represented something to him. Something he felt was apart of him, what didn't become readily recognized. But that Washington man was someone that in part felt memorable.

Snatching the poster from the post, Rhezzo folded it as he went on his way. With the new day still bright in the sky, arranging a meeting with Mr. Washington was in order.

[Zach]

Rhezzo was a man who did what needed to be done to survive. He survived in the out-lands of Genesaris, living the life of a hermit who rarely made contact. An urban center like Aeliyr was no different, just more people to get in his way. He did small jobs for people, that earned money here and there. This was to make a means to an end. Visiting someone like Mr. Washington would require a certain level of prestige. As well as some detective work, followed by lies in order to arrange a meeting. He would have to look the part though, a well tailored suit. A briefcase, and a false name to give him some credibility, none of which would be easy. Infiltrating Mr. Washington would become a tedious endeavor. It wasn't that Rhezzo enjoyed telling lies, but more or less hated to act as though he was someone he wasn't.

So to infiltrate the inner circle of a celebrity like Washington. Rhezzo felt it pertinent to assume the role of an underdog. Likewise learning what someone like Washington needed, was no easy task either. People like him most likely had their hands in more then one cookie jar, and un-tapped potential to utilize. Today however, Rhezzo had earned enough gold to buy a suit, by doing some odd-jobs for people who needed help. He never gave out his name to any of those people, there was no need to build a reputation. Rhezzo didn't plan on staying here very long anyway. There was only one thing he was in pursuit of, and that was who he was, and where he came from. Finding out who was responsible for making him into this beast was the main goal.

Therefore looking the part of a well-off employer was paramount to the operation. Which included, looking like a professional that in itself took a presentable appearance. The first thing that happened was getting rid of the long hair that adorned his person. Rhezzo had participated to cut it short to give the impression he wasn't a hermetic personage. But a shark out to do what was necessary, and not look so wild in the process. Even though that hair had been a symbol of his honor, he felt naked without it. Giving the appearance that he looked human was also important, since no ones eyes were jet-black. A pair of blue contacts became necessary, since it was proven people enjoyed looking into blue eyes. There was no reason to doubt Washington was any different. Or for lack of more information, who he would be dealing with for employment. The ultimate goal was to infiltrate the inner circle of Washington. Which may, or may not stepping over people, toes, or deplorable actions. Rhezzo was prepared to do whatever it took to find his answer.

Standing in a quaint room at an inn he resided at. Rhezzo looked over the ensemble that he had picked out for the occasion that was to come. A black coat, along with matching dress pants that were pressed and creased down the middle. A plain wife-beater, maroon tie, and cotton long-sleeve white shirt. The black dress-shoes were heeled and complimented the get-up perfectly. Since it was pointless to wear boots with such an outfit.

Being that most information about Mr. Washington was posted in a wireless computer device took some learning. Since Rhezzo had never really dabbled to heavily in computer technology. Learning the systems became relatively easy, from the perspective of a technological standpoint. It was something new to learn which was informative to say the least. Rhezzo supposed that keeping an eye on the technology that came affronted to Washington was logical in a sense. Since documents could be found, and read. The only way to keep important information away from prying eyes was to burn it. Which would prove a hindrance if someone needed that information. Rhezzo learned that some things could become password protected. But there always remained back-doors available to those who were clever enough to unlock such things.

With sufficient preparation put into his endeavor Rhezzo need only find a way to get inside. Then find employment within Mr. Washington's ranks and learn what needed to be learned. Getting out would be the hard part of entering, since that would require planning after he found his way inside.