| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar chuckles, "Not a virgin, Rev made sure of that quite a few years ago. Not an act, either. Just haven't stayed in any place where there've been a bunch of people for any length of time. Traveled through Osirion, they didn't seem to have much of an issue with the multiple women thing, and honestly, before I left part of myself behind I never had trouble attracting girls...just never really came across any that I really cared about either. Now, my mother told me 'it doesn't matter how others view you, what matters is what you do.' So you can call me dumb if you want, in fact, I think you already did, but what's more important is you are telling me that with the culture here, if I am having a relationship with a woman it would be deemed improper and would likely hurt her feelings if I complemented others. Correct?"
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Once outside she asks in a little whisper,
"Yes," Gravlax says. "I will need you to show me if your living statue is in this book. What sort of books do you like to read?"
Gravlax sets off walking without a specific destination in mind. If a restaurant they pass smells tasty and the price is reasonable, Gravlax suggests it as a place to eat.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian reaches out and pats his sister's leg.
Cassian shakes his head. "Look, I said what I'm going to say on the subject and I'm not going to jump through a bunch of hoops to help you understand women. Besides, it's much funnier for me the way things are going." He drains the rest of his drink. "New topic," he says. "You've been dying to tell your origin story for a while now, otherwise every other word out of your mouth wouldn't be how you lost part of yourself, and how you used to be so great, and so forth and so on. You keep buying me drinks and you have a captive audience."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Cassian shakes his head. "Look, I said what I'm going to say on the subject and I'm not going to jump through a bunch of hoops to help you understand women. Besides, it's much funnier for me the way things are going." He drains the rest of his drink. "New topic," he says. "You've been dying to tell your origin story for a while now, otherwise every other word out of your mouth wouldn't be how you lost part of yourself, and how you used to be so great, and so forth and so on. You keep buying me drinks and you have a captive audience."
Azhar opens his mouth to speak, shuts it again. "Actually, I can't. I promised her I wouldn't. And it's not an origin story. Just a place that needed a guardian after..I talk to much. My apologies." He motions for another drink for his companion, puts another silver on the table to pay for it. "Perhaps we can talk again, when I have learned to keep my mouth shut on certain subjects." For once, he is not smiling. He gets up to take his leave.
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She starts to answer the first question, then hears the second. "Mother and Father have the Works closed on all of the official holidays it has to be closed for... They also close it for a few holidays that mean nothing to most people here." She smiles, "They are happy to give me a day or two off every two weeks or so, as long as I don't abuse the privilege... That's how I have the time to do what... we do." Obviously referring to the rebel alliance.
She picks up the bowl of soup in her free hand and drinks down some of the savory, salty liquid. "What do you do? When you aren't doing what we do?"
You walk for only a short while before you find a place that fits the criteria. (Classical Italian cuisine) Mathalen falls in beside him, easily matching his stride and far more willing to stand close to him now that she smells as she feels she should.
She nods in promise to bring to his attention if any of the creatures are like the living statue that wounded her, and the Raven. Her hand brushes against his occasionally as they walk. She blushes slightly, "I've liked all the ones I've managed to borrow to read... Jani is actually nice about that, although I only do so when I can spend time at the safehouse, I wouldn't want for one of her books to get lost or ruined..." She shrugs that off, "I've liked the ones about fantastical creatures the most, fey beings, impossibly beautiful plants."
She smiles at him, then gets up. "I'll let you know after work if I need help stealing the rest of my things, m'k?"
As his movement, his reaction to her, gets more strained, the path of her mouth on him gets more languid then stops, a final twisting lick to his head before rising gracefully to her feet. A soft kiss, and her body urges him towards the bed, using a free hand to slip her own pants the rest of the way off, to leave them forgotten on the floor.
When Cassian sneaks into the petite woman's dressing room prior to her arrival, one item sticks out as unusual, a large picnic basket. The room has the aroma of freshly baked bread.
She moves into the room quickly, with a happy bounce in her step. From the basket she draws out a checkered cloth which she lays out on the floor. Then places the basket on it and starts to pull out the items within, starting with a round loaf of what has to be fresh sourdough bread. A few meats, fruits, cheese. All items that taste wonderful at room temperature not needing to be heated or kept cold. The only exception to this is a clay bottle, cloth wrapped to keep the colder temperature trapped.
Nervously, Calseinica stands watching the door.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She starts to answer the first question, then hears the second. "Mother and Father have the Works closed on all of the official holidays it has to be closed for... They also close it for a few holidays that mean nothing to most people here." She smiles, "They are happy to give me a day or two off every two weeks or so, as long as I don't abuse the privilege... That's how I have the time to do what... we do." Obviously referring to the rebel alliance.
She picks up the bowl of soup in her free hand and drinks down some of the savory, salty liquid. "What do you do? When you aren't doing what we do?"
He looks away, "Well..I," he shakes his head, "no, you mean what do I do to survive, to live, right? Well, first and foremost I'm an adventurer, like my parents before me." His eyes move back to meet hers, "I've found adventuring pays so much better that anything else I've done, that...well, pretty much anything else I do, I do because I want to...which is kinda why I'm looking into seeing if I can help you with glass. It's something I think I could enjoy doing...even if I wasn't just trying to find an excuse to be close to you." One of his hands reaches across to touch her arm. Just a light stroke, but it's meant to communicate the feelings he has for her. "When do you think would likely be the best time to approach your father?"
| Melilot Took |
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Melilot shows up for the costume fitting fully kitted out.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Suit yourself," Cassian says. "Incidentally, you and Melilot are adorable."
Cassian pats her leg. "Let me know."
Cassian goes willingly, curious to see what Janiven wants.
Cassian steps from the shadows. "Looks delicious," he says happily, taking a seat next to Calseinica on the blanket. "And you look beautiful."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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His unburdened hand brushes Mathalen's as he raises it to gesture at the restaurant. He smiles.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Suit yourself," Cassian says. "Incidentally, you and Melilot are adorable."
Azhar snorts and chuckles, his customary smile returning. He shrugs and continues on his way, notably not dismissing the notion entirely.
Melilot shows up for the costume fitting fully kitted out.
and Azhar does likewise.
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Antonio watches Calseinica walk away with a raised eyebrow, then turns to the hunchback. "Mr. Millech," he says. "I am ready for what is required of me."
The hunchback snorts slightly, waves one very muscled hand for the both black clad Antonio and the rest to follow, and moves slow and uneven towards the back. Under his breath as he moves he mutters,
Neither Thesing nor Aulamaxa follow, instead they move to the stage and start reading through their parts. Those who do follow are lead down stairs and into a vault-like room filled with costumes, props, clothes and cloth. Millech motions Antionio to stand then returns a little while later with a blue tabard embroidered with a winged eye. He throws it over Antonio, it doesn't spew a cloud of dust proving the old hunchback had it cleaned recently. The costumer clucks his tongue at the black of the armor, shaking his head and goes off to find the proper means to hide the dark metal. Still muttering, "Paladins are supposed to be all dumb goodness and light, doesn't do with the black."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"You don't think it symbolises an out-of-the-darkness aspect to have the eye bursting from the blue field atop a black shirt?" Antonio asks. "Or is that more of a modern anachronism?"
Antonio shrugs, and speaks to his fellow actors. "I do not know. I trust this man" -- motioning toward the retreating back of Millech -- "does."
| Melilot Took |
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"You don't think it symbolises an out-of-the-darkness aspect to have the eye bursting from the blue field atop a black shirt?" Antonio asks.
Melilot considers the question.
she says.
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She smiles, color tinting her cheeks as his hand touches her arm. "At the end of the day, after he is done at the kilns for the day." She smiles, "At least assuming the muses weren't cruel that day. But during the day he is too focused on the glass and in the morning he just wants to get started."
She picks up the tea, drinks it. Comfortable in his company, yet very aware of him.
She pushs him onto the bed, crawling on after him. Leaning over him, she kisses him again, sweet passion and need in the contact. Then she leans up sinking her body onto the length of him, her eyes getting wider and a soft sound of pleasure whispering from her throat when he is buried fully in her, her body shaking with a precipice that she won't let herself go over yet.
Eyes focused on him, hands resting with no pressure on his chest, she starts to move, undulate while moving up and down. Biting one lip to keep from crying out.
She starts at his unexpected appearance the scared shock turning to a happy smile. She blushes at the compliment, "Thank you." She motions to the food, "I wasn't sure how long it was going to take to get all the new actors settled, so I asked for food that would keep." Pulls two plates and two cut glass goblets from the basket. She watches him carefully, looking to see what he reaches for first.
Inside you are shown to an out of the way corner where Mathalen's simple boyish garb won't disturb any of the more finicky eaters. The waiter leaves you with menus and glasses filled with cold mineral water. Mathalen looks at the menu eyes jumping from one entree to another.
Peeking over the top of her menu, "If we get different things, can I try what you order?"
She smiles, "How about the rest? Who is playing the lead?"
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Melilot considers the question.
she says.
"Too subtle? Perhaps," Antonio muses. "Perhaps."
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"You don't think it symbolises an out-of-the-darkness aspect to have the eye bursting from the blue field atop a black shirt?" Antonio asks. "Or is that more of a modern anachronism?"
Antonio shrugs, and speaks to his fellow actors. "I do not know. I trust this man" -- motioning toward the retreating back of Millech -- "does."
The hunchback shuffles back, shoving a thick white shirt at Antonio, "For under the tabard." A pause, Use your words and your performance, not the costume, to make an impression." He looks at the black sword, sighs. "I'll think of something to fix that." Looks up and down, "Need something with a bit of shine to provide a contrast to the dark of Asmodeus's tribunal..." But he collects the costume, and waves Antonio off to learn lines... or really anything.
The old man turns on Melilot next, intelligent eyes peering over all of the many tools of her trade she is carrying. "All that and you don't have the one weapon that you'll definitely need for the performance..." Makes his way to a weapon rack and comes back with a black and red small whip tipped with black iron. Hands it too her, "Don't hit yerself with it."
Then he studies her for a bit longer, "How many of those are you comfortable with not carrying?" A pause, "Your costume is minimal, but you'll need some scarring makeup, so the audience needs to be able to see them."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Peeking over the top of her menu, "If we get different things, can I try what you order?"
Gravlax can't quite suppress his smile over Mathalen's eager enthusiasm.
"Yes," he says. "If I can have a bite of yours."
"Why don't you order something that looks really good, and I'll order something completely different?"
Gravlax sips the mineral water. He enjoys it.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She smiles, color tinting her cheeks as his hand touches her arm. "At the end of the day, after he is done at the kilns for the day." She smiles, "At least assuming the muses weren't cruel that day. But during the day he is too focused on the glass and in the morning he just wants to get started."
She picks up the tea, drinks it. Comfortable in his company, yet very aware of him.
"So about 3pm then." Azhar continues to look at her as he eats. Enjoying the meal, but not paying nearly as much attention to it as to the lovely girl sitting across from him. "and what do you enjoy doing when you're not creating beautiful works of art or...?" he lets the rest drift off.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian comes home from his meeting with Azhar, and goes looking for Tarvi. "Oh gods, Tadpole. Azhar is an idiot! No wonder you weren't interested."
Cassian smiles up at Janiven, nodding his approval to her. His hands rest lightly on her hips, marveling at the strength she displays in keeping herself in control.
Cassian reaches for an apple first. "This all looks excellent," he says, meaning it. "I suppose that means you've earned a reward. You'll have to think of what you want."
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she comments as she accepts it.
Millech nods, "Take it with you, practice at night. You want it to look far more fierce than it is... which is good because that is what whips do... look far more than substance."
At his question, she shrugs. she says.
she adds.
He nods pointing to the weapon she wants to keep, "I can work that in, be better if we can color it red and black for the play." He consider a short moment, "Need nearly all scars," He hands her a pair of black shorts and a top that would preserve her modesty. "So I can see what I need to build on?" His voice still gruff, but slightly softer.
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She smiles and nods, very carefully examining the menu. Finally, after being pulled back and forth between a number of choices, when the waiter finally comes, looking at Gravlax, mostly seeming to ignore the far more simply dressed Mathalen, she says, "I'd like to have the linguine nere con capesante..." she smiles at Gravlax, not caring one iota about the waiter atititude, "Scallops and mushrooms with a saffron creme sauce..." She shrugs, "I think it may be very good."
Finally decided she sips with pleasure at the water.
"Honestly... I do work a lot." A smile, "I like what I'm learning to do and ever since Janiven started being part of my downtime, I have far less."
"I do like to read, but mostly light, fluffy things about adventure and romance and bard's songs. And I do love going to the opera... even if most of the theater is far bloodier than my taste."
She smiles, "The role of a evil bastard who many people want dead but who is charming and true enough that he draws people to him... It's like the role was written for him."
She nods. "I took it as dumb honesty, but" she shrugs, "lacking... something... that would make him... I don't know." Smiles, "Wait... what did he do now?"
A pause, her eyes sharpening in a flash, "He didn't hurt Amaya did he?"
She continues to move above him, hips and legs allowing for full strokes, inner muscles pulling at him, trying to keep him inside. With each fall of her hips, each coming slightly faster, her body reacts, starting with a shaking in her hands on his chest.
Finally, she can't hold off any more, as she comes, all the more intense for her trying to delay it, his body flush with hers.
She pours cold water with a touch of bubbles into the glasses. Smiling at the mention of the rewards, then nibbling on her bottom lip when he says she'll have to think about what she wants. "I..." Looks over at him, a hand nervously pulling a piece of bread from the loaf of sourdough. Quietly,
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Honestly... I do work a lot." A smile, "I like what I'm learning to do and ever since Janiven started being part of my downtime, I have far less."
"I do like to read, but mostly light, fluffy things about adventure and romance and bard's songs. And I do love going to the opera... even if most of the theater is far bloodier than my taste."
When Amaya mentions Janiven, Azhar winces; Very, very slightly but it is there. At the same time however, he smiles "I don't want to see you hurt, but far be it from me to keep you from pursuing something you believe in. And the only way to get better is to work at it, right." his grin grows a little wider, "of course, having some direction might help you get there faster. ... ... Anyway, I can convince you to let me help you with that?"
| Melilot Took |
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He nods pointing to the weapon she wants to keep, "I can work that in, be better if we can color it red and black for the play." He consider a short moment, "Need nearly all scars," He hands her a pair of black shorts and a top that would preserve her modesty. "So I can see what I need to build on?" His voice still gruff, but slightly softer.
She unceremoniously changes into the proffered outfit. Below her collarbone, her body is a welterwork of scars. Plainly visible are slashes with edged weapons, stabs with pointed ones, the distinctive star-shaped pattern made by arrow wounds, plus bite marks, claw marks, and occasionally the shine of a burn or the peculiar smoothness of acid damage.
| Melilot Took |
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Fiosa nods, smiles. "And you get to try to break or kill them in the second scene... And then join up with Larazod's incredible personal charisma..."
She smiles, "The role of a evil bastard who many people want dead but who is charming and true enough that he draws people to him... It's like the role was written for him."
Melilot asks.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"No no no, nothing like that. At least, not in his mind, so you never know." Cassian sighs, staring at the ceiling. "I can't decide if he was being disingenuous or not. Really felt like it. He was basically telling me how before he never had a problem getting two women at once, but now that he's not as good looking he can't anymore. And he was unwilling to admit the difference between complimenting someone and coming onto them."
Cassian watches the orgasm rip through her. He leans up, taking her in his arms, kissing her breasts, neck, and mouth, hauling her back into the bed to cuddle. He is still hard within her, still hasn't released, but he does not seem to care, at least in that moment.
Cassian grins at her, taking a sip of wine. "Then that's what you shall have." He leans in, the kiss delicate at first, but soon his wine-sodden tongue begins to explore her mouth. His hands rest on hip and shoulder, caressing, near to her erogenous zones, never touching, but right on the edge
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax sips again at his water, and after the waiter has left, asks Mathalen, "Of all the foods in the world, which one would you say is your favorite?"
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She stops eating, amethyst eyes looking up and studying Azhar's face, intent. "You want to help me get more useful to what we do?" Her voice soft, questioning.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev returns the smile. He doesn't notice the pastries, rather he is focused on Ailyn. "So you did." He quips, never looking away from her. Making his untoward thoughts quite clear with his gaze.
Rev/Azhar:She smiles at both brothers, although the smile is just a little bit more for the darker one. "Mr Amins, I brought desert." She carefully opens the box, showing a number of layered, crusty bread filled with chocolate and a few flaky apple pastries.
Would you like your rice wine heated or room temperature?" He inquires of the other two as he also grabs a set of very small cups and starts a fire in the stove.
"Hot please." Is Ailyn's clear response to the question. Quieter, softer, intended only for Rev, "I don't feel like being cold... or distant... at the moment."
Rev steps in close to Ailyn. He looks down at her, his face a little softer than usual. Fingers gently tip her chin up so that he can look into her eyes. The other arm goes around her waist, drawing her close. Azhar knows that Rev generally doesn't care about the women he beds. Apparently this one is a little different. He's probably not head over heels in love, but he does like her. And Azhar knows Rev enough to see that there's respect in his gaze for the shorter, raven haired beauty. Something he pretty much never has for a woman he sleeps with.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Thesing and Aulamaxa mostly look bored during the recitation, Calseinica listens with pert approval (although her eyes do start to glass over about mid-way through the reading). Calseinica claps approvingly when Antonio reaches the end. "That was really most informative."
Rev smiles a very small, dark, amused smile at all this. Having read the contract himself, he signs it in the language it is written in. He doesn't say much, letting the others talk. Has no questions. Rather he watches the interplay between the actors, director, and anyone else who is present.
sense motive
Reverend Keaton Amin
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev walks in with Azhar. He's carrying a breastplate, rather than wearing it. A dagger is tucked into a boot sheath. A heavy crossbow is casually lugged along. His clothes are quite rakish, well tailored. He's dressing up his tieflingness, rather than down. Hair spiked just so, to accent his usually hidden horns.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev arrives on time. Not early, not late, just exactly on time. He is wearing his usual greys and faded purples. No armor.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She stops eating, amethyst eyes looking up and studying Azhar's face, intent. "You want to help me get more useful to what we do?" Her voice soft, questioning.
Azhar raises an eyebrow, smiles "I meant no disrespect. I know better than to try and keep you from what you want to do. I just want to help you get better at whatever you set your sights on, whether its making glass...where I would be purely in a supporting role, or helping you to learn how to take care of yourself in a combat situation...or even in a more non-urban environment, should you find yourself outside of the city." he studies her probably at least as intently as she was studying him, "Amaya, I want to keep you safe, but this business can be dangerous. For that matter, walking the streets by yourself, even if you weren't the drop-dead gorgeous beauty that you are, could be dangerous. And much as I want to be, I know I can't be with you every second of the day. If you want to be able to take care of yourself, which it seems you do, I want to help you learn some skill with weapons. I think Mathalen can teach you unarmed fighting techniques if you would like that as well, I think she would be more than willing to if we asked." Of course, although all the reasons he's stating are absolutely true, underlying it all is also just another reason to spend time with her. He stops, looks down before returning her gaze, "I'm sorry, I've started to ramble. What do you think? Am I off base? What do you want to do?" He picks up his tea, takes a sip while watching her over it's brim.
sense motive, if needed:
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"Maybe he only knows how to compliment people that he is attracted to? So there isn't a difference for him?" A pause, "Okay... that might be more disturbing than him being disingenuous." She plops down on the bed, "Can you still work with such a creep?" Her voice teasing, because she knows he has worked with far worse.
She cuddles against him, utterly content in the moment of connection.
Eventually fingertips running idly over exposed skin. Her voice slightly horse, "Thank you." She moves against him slightly, settling into a more comfortable nook, her body squeezing the part of him still insider her.
Tentative at first, but with a growing confidence, her tongue plays against his. She shivers in his hold, aware of his hands, the strong hold that he used the previous night at odds with the teasing play of his fingers today. When he finally breaks away, she is breathless for a moment, then quietly, "I like this system of rewards." Absolutely candid.
One hand moves towards the hand he isn't using for water, almost touching. "But my favorite food item are lemons." She smiles, "Dish, so far... I like the versatility of calzone." The fact that it is an easier food to grab, run, and eat somewhere safe may also be in there, but she doesn't say that part.
She smiles, "Do you enjoy reading?"
She smiles up at him, lips parting ever so slightly for a moment before she speaks. There is a awareness of Rev, an attraction, that is completely untempered by a complement of personality. Her body meshes into his, soft despite the thick protection of the worn leather that she wears. Her hands run up and down his arms, comfortable in showing her attraction even in front of the audience of Rev's little brother. Teasing, still looking up at him, "I was promised dinner?"
The directions the halfling gave him lead to a backalley in a relatively posh area of Rego Sacero. While the vine covered wall is over fifteen feet, the iron gate and the passage through is small, designed for people that never get above four feet in height, which requires Rev to duck carefully through once Fiosa unlocks the gate.
Motioning to the too-small opening, she explains softly, Past the gate there is an abundant and well-tended garden, the domain of a tall and pleasant townhouse. The first thing, immediately obvious, is that of the three entrances from garden to house, only one is sized for humans. In fact, it looks like half of the first floor is actually two small levels, based on the windows.
She motions Rev over to a blanket, "Normally we would have guests in the kitchen," pointing to one of the small doors, "But I didn't think you'd be comfortable since it is sized for us." Around that time, a round halfling woman bustles out of the door, carrying a tray, her frank, direct gaze stripping Rev, judging. On the tray she puts down is a stew and fresh, still hot, bread. One human-sized portion and one halfling.
His rambling explanation draws another one of those stop-traffic smiles, "I want to be more useful." She says simply. "I don't want to be coddled and kept away from the world," she smiles, "But I like the idea of doing that with a partner that wants me to be safe."
"So... yes I would very much like some help in getting better."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar glances at his brother and Ailyn, mildly amused. He continues to make sure the fire in the stove will soon be ready.
His rambling explanation draws another one of those stop-traffic smiles, "I want to be more useful." She says simply. "I don't want to be coddled and kept away from the world," she smiles, "But I like the idea of doing that with a partner that wants me to be safe."
"So... yes I would very much like some help in getting better."
Azhar's smiles can't hope to match hers...but he does his best, his hands again crossing the table to warmly press hers within his. An unfamiliar excited tingling suffuses his body as he takes her hands. "I am very glad to hear you say that 'maya. How about we see if your father will let me help out at the Glassworks. Maybe we will be able to work some flexibility into the schedule for some training time. As with anything, the more we can put into it, the better the results will be. How does that sound?", he pauses, glances down, looks at her questioningly, "how do you think your father would feel about your learning...uh, "self-defense"? I don't think he'd be very happy if you suddenly came back home with say, a black eye and no warning, y'know?"
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian laughs. "I actually like Azhar, but he isn't good enough for you. But he has a purpose, and that's killing literally anything that gets too close."
With a groan, he flips the both of them over, so that he is atop her, pushing deeply within. "You're welcome," he says, kissing her mouth. "I knew that you couldn't be deprived of my @#*! for too long," he says with an affectionate chuckle, punctuating it with kisses along her jawline, then up her scar. Then, very deliberately, he begins to fold her in half, first lifting her legs up, placing the backs of her knees on his shoulders, rolling her hips under him. With this increased leverage, he takes her smooth and deep, the rhythm growing faster as he loses control.
"We're going to have to think up new challenges," he says, the hand lingering on her hip.
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She unceremoniously changes into the proffered outfit. Below her collarbone, her body is a welterwork of scars. Plainly visible are slashes with edged weapons, stabs with pointed ones, the distinctive star-shaped pattern made by arrow wounds, plus bite marks, claw marks, and occasionally the shine of a burn or the peculiar smoothness of acid damage.
From the old hunchback there is very little surprise, his attention actually focusing on the leather armor that was discarded when Melilot changed. "You'll want that for the play." His voice simple, motion for her to put that on. "A little makeup to add to what you have on your arms and legs should be good."
Turns to Azhar, looking up and down. "Keep the sword and the dagger, and the morningstar..." sighs, moves around the room coming back with voluminous robes that will disguise the armor, but make Azhar an even larger figure. "Heavy on the makeup... and you'll want to hunch during the play..." But he seems pleased with the amorphous fit of the robes.
He does however, wait for comment before he moves on to the lead.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar nods at Millech, removing the excess gear and replacing his jovar, dagger and morningstar over the voluminous robes. He tries moving in them briefly as if in mock combat, then straightens up and smiles. "Very well." he says, then frowns "and um...who is going to turn me into an old man?" he asks looking into a mirror, hunching a little and trying out a few expressions.
| Melilot Took |
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She nods, "In an intense, I've promised to kill you someday way." A shrug, "Not necessarily a good charming, but I think he was trying to make amends for the mean."
Melilot sighs. she says.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gozran 4/Ailyn
She smiles up at him, lips parting ever so slightly for a moment before she speaks. There is a awareness of Rev, an attraction, that is completely untempered by a complement of personality. Her body meshes into his, soft despite the thick protection of the worn leather that she wears. Her hands run up and down his arms, comfortable in showing her attraction even in front of the audience of Rev's little brother. Teasing, still looking up at him, "I was promised dinner?"
"It was a guarantee, actually, not a promise." He says softly in his low voice. The hand touching her face runs down her neck, back, and settles around her waist. She really does fit against him quite well. It takes a long moment before he releases her. His hand takes hers, and he walks her over to the kitchen table, where he pulls out a chair for her to sit in.
Gozran 6/Fiosa
The directions the halfling gave him lead to a backalley in a relatively posh area of Rego Sacero. While the vine covered wall is over fifteen feet, the iron gate and the passage through is small, designed for people that never get above four feet in height, which requires Rev to duck carefully through once Fiosa unlocks the gate."Sorry." Motioning to the too-small opening, she explains softly, "There are normal entrances to the house, but those aren't for the use of servants." Past the gate there is an abundant and well-tended garden, the domain of a tall and pleasant townhouse. The first thing, immediately obvious, is that of the three entrances from garden to house, only one is sized for humans. In fact, it looks like half of the first floor is actually two small levels, based on the windows.
She motions Rev over to a blanket, "Normally we would have guests in the kitchen," pointing to one of the small doors, "But I didn't think you'd be comfortable since it is sized for us." Around that time, a round halfling woman bustles out of the door, carrying a tray, her frank, direct gaze stripping Rev, judging. On the tray she puts down is a stew and fresh, still hot, bread. One human-sized portion and one halfling.
Rev is amused at the short entryway. It was to be expected, he supposed. She apologizes. He looks at her funny. "Why? You didn't build it, did you?" His tone sincere in it's question as to why she would apologize for someone else's folly. Looks curiously at the kitchen's small doors, which she indicates. Used to the judgmental look the halfling woman gives him. He smiles disarmingly at the round cook. Says, with charm, and a little bit of humor, "Fear not, fair maid. Your charge is safe from my evil devil spawned ways. She has several friends who would not hesitate to rearrange my anatomy in interesting and unwanted ways should I overstep my bounds." He reassures her. Except it's probably not that reassuring, his tone.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar nods at Millech, removing the excess gear and replacing his jovar, dagger and morningstar over the voluminous robes. He tries moving in them briefly as if in mock combat, then straightens up and smiles. "Very well." he says, then frowns "and um...who is going to turn me into an old man?" he asks looking into a mirror, hunching a little and trying out a few expressions.
"You were born an old man." Rev chimes in helpfully.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"You were born an old man." Rev chimes in helpfully.
Azhar chuckles, glancing at his brother, "and who will give me the appearance of an old man?" he inquires again. "I have not the skills even if I had the tools."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"We should make a list," Gravlax says. "Then cross off the foods once you've tried them."
One hand moves towards the hand he isn't using for water, almost touching.
"I do enjoy reading," Gravlax says, setting his hand lightly atop Mathalen's, "but I do a lot of it at work. Sometimes I like to do other things and give my eyes a break."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Azhar chuckles, glancing at his brother, "and who will give me the appearance of an old man?" he inquires again. "I have not the skills even if I had the tools."
"Perhaps you should practice getting into character," Antonio offers, looking up from his script. "Start with the impotence. If you can manage that, you can do anything."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar snorts, looks over at Gravlax. "I wear a loose fitting robe. What do you think me? A titan?" he shakes his head with something of a grimace. "Somehow, I don't think that will be an issue."
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She smiles, "As long as you stay on the side of the people he is protecting rather than the things that he's killing, I approve." She snorts, "When have you ever thought someone that interested me was good enough?"
Her eyes fly open, a moan of pleasure as he moves deeper in her. With just a hint of self-derision, "Just a wanton woman." Her body bends easily, her hips moving in counterpoint to the rhythm he sets, bending herself slightly more as her upper body lifts, weight held on her arms, so that she can kiss him.
She smiles, nods. Tempts him with a grape, held in her fingers in front of his talented lips. Her hip moving against his hand. She pouts slightly, "Too bad you aren't an actor. I'd prefer to kiss you than the smirking man that is playing Larazod."
oh A pause, "No... he wouldn't be happy about that..." Thinks, "I'll put aside some of the money I make for some healing potions from Arael..." Looking up at him, "I can't tell Mother and Father about what I do with Janiven... If they don't know and I get caught, there is a chance that the law won't fall on thier heads... If they know..." Sadness in her eyes, a knowledge that what they are doing is dangerous and the need to give her loved ones a chance at safety.
A pause, concern in the lines of her face, if not in the blank eyes, "How was the mission against the bastards? Did you all work alright together?"
All the while, under the table, her foot, now bare, runs up and down Rev's calf.
Charmed despite herself, the cook clucks her tongue, batting at the dark cleric before she bustles back into the warm, fire-light kitchen. As she wanders back, "What is this city coming to..."
Fiosa chuckles, grinning that Rev, "You have been approved." In a very serious tone. She sits down easily, her bare feet sticking out from her worn skirts.
"What do you do to rest your eyes?"