| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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All of a sudden Rev smiles. "Took you long enough to figure that out." He ribbs his little brother.
"It will make all the difference." He adds, quiet, serious, thoughtful. All of a sudden in need of a drink. He fetches a second bottle of mead, resumes his seat, takes a drink. "So what are you doing still sitting here? Go find your girl and talk to her. She's likely better company than Ill ever be. Mush. Go on." He makes shooing motions with the bottle in Azhars direction.
Azhar blinks, he does stand up, there's no way he's going to let himself be late for his date, "I...don't understand." He's fairly certain there was supposed to be a lesson in there somewhere, he's just not sure what it was that he learned or was supposed to have learned.
He pauses before leaving to see if Rev will give him any additional insight."You mean the insides of a big ol' beast aren't supposed to be all foamy and nasty?" he shrugs, "I don't need it. Like I said, I'm kinda built for it. I'll be okay. Cal and Mel can climb on top of me. I can probably lift the rest of you too if needed, you just have to make sure not too fall until you can get up and out."
"Awesome, thanks Antonio." Azhar smiles appreciatively.
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"Ah, with your permission I see," as she ducks around his attack. She drops in to a croach as her leg swings out to sweep his legs out from under him. () She swears slightly as Gravlax hops over her kick, so instead she just tries to grab his knee and pull him down. () The violent action apparently being just surprising enough to work on the clerk. Rising from her lower position she smiles, surprised herself that it worked.
The half-elf pauses judging the words. After a moment, he shakes his head. "Even if I don't agree with everyone that Janiven tagged... I do appreciate what you are doing. I just need to feel useful again."
He shrugs, "After the play... and sneaking into the Mayor's house to raid his vault."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar blinks, he does stand up, there's no way he's going to let himself be late for his date, "I...don't understand." He's fairly certain there was supposed to be a lesson in there somewhere, he's just not sure what it was that he learned or was supposed to have learned.
He pauses before leaving to see if Rev will give him any additional insight
Rev has the exact same expression on his face that their father gets, when there are some things only experience will teach. He smiles at his little brother, shaking his head, somewhat amused, and somewhat melancholy.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gozran 4/Ailyn
She smiles, she voice quiet, her muscles shaking, after shocks of her orgasm still running through her, "It's been a while since I've done that all night fantastic mind-blowing sex thing. I think I may be out of shape."
"Oh, I think there's a couple of hours left before dawn, if you'd like to continue." He laughs softly, holding her close as she rests on top of him, remaining inside her, enjoying the aftershocks, unable and unwilling even if he could have, to move. His embrace protective without being overbearing.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"You mean the insides of a big ol' beast aren't supposed to be all foamy and nasty?" he shrugs, "I don't need it. Like I said, I'm kinda built for it. I'll be okay. Cal and Mel can climb on top of me. I can probably lift the rest of you too if needed, you just have to make sure not too fall until you can get up and out."
Rev shakes his head at his brother. "Azhar, the rest of us aren't going to be able to do a thing against acid. If that's real acid and we're in there for more than a minute, most of us will be dead. And even you can't lift everyone."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Good shift in tactic," Gravlax says, getting back to his feet. "Again?"
Gravlax nods. "I understand the need to feel useful. But ... this was. Thank you."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"I am completely ignorant on the subject," Antonio says, looking back and forth between the Amin brothers. "Although I suspect the audience wouldn't care if the beast foamed at its mouth. It's a demonic beast. I would mostly worry that we didn't get enough of the baking whatsit."
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She peppers kisses along his collarbone and neck, not moving away or pulling from his embrace. One mocha colored eye opens, looks at him, "I'm not too heavy for you am I?"
She watches him rise, a little grumpy smile as he won't be flat on his back when she gets a chance to act again. Again she dodges Gravlax's attack, "Well... That didn't work." Her smile with a predatory tinge. Her hands snake forward grabbing at his armor () and a small snort of annoyance as Gravlax easily shakes her loose.
He waves slightly, acknowledging the thank you, but only slightly mollified by his scant work. He looks out the window, "Hurry home, light is fading."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Gently yet firmly, Cassian turns Janiven around and guides her back against him, her head fitting comfortably on his shoulder. He brushes her hair way from her face, kissing the skin that's revealed. Then, tenderly, he picks the bar of soap from the side of the tub and very gently, begins to wash and massage her hands. From there, he moves to her arms, then shoulders, then if allowed to continue, he will follow with the rest of her.
"Why not?" he says with a little chuckle. "Put your little helper mice on it."
As he continues to wash her, hands lightly chasing the soap, massaging loosened muscles, he almost speaks. Swallows it. But then, he pushes on, softly. The words come out in a whisper, caressing her scar. "You're a good person, Jan. What in the hell are you doing in this tub with me?"
He assents, standing up. The first thing that comes off is his breastplate. Working a few of the buckles, he shakes it off and puts the form-fitting boiled leather aside. From there, the pauldrons and the vambraces, followed by the greaves and the boots.
Now he is dressed in his simple costume of deep blues and grays, some of the cloth still sweat-tight against his skin from where the armor used to sit.
Then, a grin: "Your turn."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax steps up and return the favor, attempting a Grapple
...with about as much success as she had. "Harder than it looks," he agrees.
Gravlax takes the knives and potions, and heads home. Not particularly worried about the oncoming darkness, but not exactly loitering. Perhaps he is thinking of his open window. Perhaps he is thinking of the woman within his apartment. Regardless, he does not tarry.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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At the door, Amaya looks up at him, minx smile on her face, "Didn't you already kiss me once today?" Her words a quiet whisper.
he whispers back in all seriousness, but he quickly begins smiling, he brings up a finger and touches her lightly on the forehead, he apparently decides to skip over the second, which he's sure she's referring to, and then matches her sly smile he moves into her, but not aggressively. If she allows it, he holds it probably just a little longer than anyone observing might have thought to be appropriate.
There are a few import places where Azhar can pick up sake. (Price as wine.)
When he arrives, Amaya opens the door and the smells that wafe out of the building are fantastic and carry the hints of some flavors that he has only had at the Rusty Dragona and a few other Tian establishments in Varisia. She tucks her bangs behind one ear, and with a smile, "Hello Azhar, how did the audition go?"
He breaks out into a big smile and someone could probably imagine a puppy dog wagging it's tail if they tried hard enough. "Oh, I'm sure we could have done better, but I'm...um, hopeful." he says his eyes have locked on hers and he suddenly becomes very conscious of his breathing and heartbeat, his expression softens considerably...until he realizes he's still on their doorstep, "um 'maya, I got something for you. I hope you like it." he produces two bars of good quality chocolate (low end of the high quality spectrum), one dark, one milk. "...and this is for your family." he holds a boxed bottle of fine sake (10gp).
sense motive:
He bites his lower lip lightly, looks at her with a little uncertainty. Takes off his boots and puts them on the side.
perception: but he apparently has missed where he's supposed to put them...probably directly behind him. He looks around in confusion. Didn't he come in here one time before?
Rev has the exact same expression on his face that their father gets, when there are some things only experience will teach. He smiles at his little brother, shaking his head, somewhat amused, and somewhat melancholy.
...and Azhar gets the same exasperated expression on his face when he hasn't been able to put two and two together with their father. He rolls his eyes and turns to get ready for his dinner with the Kaijitsu's.
"Azhar, the rest of us aren't going to be able to do a thing against acid. If that's real acid and we're in there for more than a minute, most of us will be dead. And even you can't lift everyone."
"Why not?" Azhar seems completely serious, "and I didn't say not to get protection for yourselves, I just said not to include me, because I don't need it. I'd be more than willing to pay a share if you guys need it."
"I am completely ignorant on the subject," Antonio says, looking back and forth between the Amin brothers. "Although I suspect the audience wouldn't care if the beast foamed at its mouth. It's a demonic beast. I would mostly worry that we didn't get enough of the baking whatsit."
Azhar nods. "I personally still like the baking soda idea, but yeah, no idea on how much would be needed. Still think it would be totally cool." he grins boyishly.
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His ministrations cause her body to relax and grow tense, both sensations warring in her, both causing the smile as her body is fitted to his. Once free her hands sink into the water, running gently up and down his thighs and waist, where she can reach without moving away from him.
As he continues to wash her, hands lightly chasing the soap, massaging loosened muscles, he almost speaks. Swallows it. But then, he pushes on, softly. The words come out in a whisper, caressing her scar. "You're a good person, Jan. What in the hell are you doing in this tub with me?"
She turns in his arms, floating on top of him, so he can see the truth of what she says. "You are not a bad person, Cass. You are a person who does bad things; normally for reasons that I understand and sometimes ones I can respect." Her green eyes study him for a moment, "And I am in this tub because I like you. I think you could do good things, great deeds, even if you are not a good person, but that has nothing to do with why I like you."
She reaches forward, slowly carefully, her fingers moving over the cloth, shoulders, chest, feeling the lean muscle beneath. She smiles at him, "I still have less to take off than you do." Her hands come back, move behind her, her hips sway slightly to an unheard rhythm, as her hands pull at the laces of the white fur bra. Then one arm holding the fabric in place she shrugs out of the straps, turning, the slender expanse of her back bare. She removes the top, tossing it on the bed behind him as she grins over her shoulder at him.
Then, slowly, she turns around.
While she doesn't take the opening that his attempt provides, she also doesn't let herself be caught so easily. She grins, trying to grab him again, () which doesn't quite work, once again. "But very worthwhile when you finally get it right... sometimes." Her smile with a hint of promise.
The light is not yet on in his apartment, but the window is open. () She looks up as he comes in the window, a very simple light meal of bread, soft cheese and a few fruits laid out on her rough-worn blanket on his floor. Quietly,
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"I am willing to invest in the magic for protection," Antonio says to Rev. "As well as baking fizz for showmanship," to Azhar.
"What I do not have is the time to arrange for either. However, I could certainly secret some of the baking stuff on my person prior to the Belly of the Beast act."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian rolls his eyes. "Sorry I asked." The response is glib and perhaps even cruel, but as he says it, a flush in his cheeks and the awakening of his desire, betrays him. They're the words he wanted to hear, maybe even needed to hear, and when he looks at her again, though he might try to hide it, it's there for her to see.
He shifts, trying to cover, guiding her back into her former position. Although she can feel him, hard against her lower back, pushed flat by their closeness. He continues to wash her in silence, the bar of soap reaching her inner thighs, the chasing hands brushing her lips.
"When was the last time you shaved?" he asks.
He is not shy, devouring her breasts with his eyes. Eagerly, he pulls the shirt over his head, showing off a chest lean and hungry. A few scars cross him, but none cruelly. He glances at the loaded wrist sheath where he keeps his dagger, and quickly removes that as well, placing it next to the rapier. A moment later, he has unbuckled his pants. At that point, it's quite obvious what she's doing to him. Looking into his face, it's more obvious. Every fiber of him is screaming to lunge across that room, take her, @#*! her till she screams, but he will not. A single word from her will summon him. But once spoken, he will not be caged again.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"I'll be up in the catwalk." Cassian's voice, close by. He's perched above the group, partly hidden in deep shadow. "I'll drop a rope. Our diva goes first," he says, nodding at Calseinica, "and Lothario goes last," this time a nod at Azhar. "Beyond that, I imagine you can decide on the order that bests suits you. If it helps any, I have a little hunch backstage that there's a backstage hunchback doesn't know about the acid. I'll let him in on the escape plan, and unless I say otherwise, he's to be considered an ally with regards to friendly fire discipline and generalized stabbings."
Cassian reaches into a pouch, removes a piece of paper and hands it to Rygel. "This might come in handy." The monkey scampers down the curtains and quickly clambers up Calseinica to perch on her shoulder. With a high-pitched chitter, he drops the paper into her hand, jumps from her back to the curtain and returns to Cassian.
"It's a map of the theater," Cassian says. "Not a good one or anything, but the trapdoors in the stage are marked. As are the exits and the quickest routes to them."
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Cassian reaches into a pouch, removes a piece of paper and hands it to Rygel. "This might come in handy." The monkey scampers down the curtains and quickly clambers up Calseinica to perch on her shoulder. With a high-pitched chitter, he drops the paper into her hand, jumps from her back to the curtain and returns to Cassian.
Calseinica looks sadly after the monkey, lowering her empty hand that had been mid-rise to the monkey. She hand the map around to anyone who wants to look at it.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"How visible will the rope be from the seats? Isn't one of the main selling points of this thing supposed to be the supposed danger we're all in? If they see we're getting obvious outside help, won't that kind of defeat the purpose? Not saying of course if it's needed, we shouldn't do it, that would just be stupid, but if we don't...do you have any tricks to make it virtually invisible to the audience? or maybe make it appear to come up from inside the beast?"
She hand the map around to anyone who wants to look at it.
Azhar nods his thanks, he tries to memorize the layout, trapdoors and exits.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"How visible will the rope be from the seats? Isn't one of the main selling points of this thing supposed to be the supposed danger we're all in? If they see we're getting obvious outside help, won't that kind of defeat the purpose? Not saying of course if it's needed, we shouldn't do it, that would just be stupid, but if we don't...do you have any tricks to make it virtually invisible to the audience? or maybe make it appear to come up from inside the beast?"
Cassian shrugs. "I could always paint it the same color as the back wall."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Cassian shrugs. "I could always paint it the same color as the back wall."
"That would help." any other thoughts? he looks around at the others.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She peppers kisses along his collarbone and neck, not moving away or pulling from his embrace. One mocha colored eye opens, looks at him, "I'm not too heavy for you am I?"
"You weigh next to nothing." He says softly, meaning it. He might not be as strong as he used to be, but Ailyn was perfect the way she was. "I know I'm light, but I'm not fragile. You're perfect Ailyn. And you have beautiful eyes. How do you manage to be wonderful and beautiful at the same time? I did not think that combination existed in someone so real, so passionate. You're quite a woman." He means every word. She isn't his one true love, but in a very short while he has come to care for her. Spending this night with her showed him several things. He liked her a great deal. He was very happy in bed with her. If he wasn't already in love, he could be convinced that he was in love now. Maybe this was how Azhar felt about Sasha? All of a sudden Rev feels like he's cheating Ailyn out of a great relationship with someone better, someone meant just for her. "You should be with someone more deserving of you, Ailyn." He tells her, not letting her go, because he can't let go just yet.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Cassian shrugs. "I could always paint it the same color as the back wall.""That would help." any other thoughts? he looks around at the others.
Rev listens, takes a look at the map when it comes around. Shrugs.
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She does not break the kiss any soon than he and he leaves her with a pleased and happy smile.
She takes the chocolate in hand, raising it to her nose and breathing deeply. She smiles as he searches for the line of shoes indeed directly behind him. She reaches for him, turning him slightly so the shoes are more obvious as she speaks, "Thank you Azhar, these smell amazing." She moves the chocolate away from her small yet stubborn nose, sniffs, "But probably not the best flavor for dinner... Which means I get squirrel this away for later, right?"
Her head settle back into the nook of his shoulder when he shifts her back but not before he sees the softness that she doesn't let creep into her eyes often. Her own arousal as he continues the silent bath is more internal, but no less obvious, especially with the tiny sound she makes when he brushes her lips. She thinks for a moment on his question, "A little under two weeks."
She blushes slightly at the intensity of his gaze, her arms move to cover her until she makes a concerted effort to keep them down. Her heated gaze moves over his body, shivering slightly with want, torn. Her voice quiet, "I want you Cassian, but" shame coloring her voice, her eyes, the set of her shoulders, "I don't want to quite yet." Her blush goes a little darker, "The way you make me feel... The need and desire all bottled up..." her voice drops, That she knows she is using him is clear in her voice as is the self-loathing for doing so.
She smiles, "Not perfect, headstrong, shortsighted, and foolhardy. But I know who I am." She stretches ontop of him, feeling his body against hers, enjoying the match. She picks up her head for just a moment so she can look into his golden eyes as she starts to speak, "And you are darkly handsome and quite dashing." The compliment no less true for her flippance as she settles back down.
At least until his last comment, which causes the head to go back up. "I think the person in my bed at the moment is quite deserving of me, thank you very much." She smiles, "Unless you want to insult me, you won't speak poorly of my lovers." Her grin grows wider, teasing, "After all, if I'm perfect, then who I pick is as well."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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The soap moves on, getting every little nook and cranny. His hand comes back to her, brushing again, before resting against her. "Next time... I want to shave you."
He smiles at her, an expression caught between winsome affection and lustful desire. "It's all right. I would hope that this thing of ours would help you in some way." He takes a step forward, but does not reach out. "You'll ask me eventually. And when you do, I'll make you wonder why you ever hesitated. But for now, we're going to play our game, and we're never going to touch. But we are going to enjoy each other enjoying ourselves." With that, he hooks his thumbs into his underwear and strips it off, leaving himself wanton and bare, straining for her.
"Your turn, my jewel."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She takes the chocolate in hand, raising it to her nose and breathing deeply. She smiles as he searches for the line of shoes indeed directly behind him. She reaches for him, turning him slightly so the shoes are more obvious as she speaks,
"Oh, right" he looks a trifle embarrassed.
"Thank you Azhar, these smell amazing." She moves the chocolate away from her small yet stubborn nose, sniffs, "But probably not the best flavor for dinner... Which means I get squirrel this away for later, right?"
"Absolutely. Um...for future reference, do you like dark or milk better?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gozran 4/Ailyn
She smiles, "Not perfect, headstrong, shortsighted, and foolhardy. But I know who I am." She stretches ontop of him, feeling his body against hers, enjoying the match. She picks up her head for just a moment so she can look into his golden eyes as she starts to speak, "And you are darkly handsome and quite dashing." The compliment no less true for her flippance as she settles back down.At least until his last comment, which causes the head to go back up. "I think the person in my bed at the moment is quite deserving of me, thank you very much." She smiles, "Unless you want to insult me, you won't speak poorly of my lovers." Her grin grows wider, teasing, "After all, if I'm perfect, then who I pick is as well."
"Those things add to your appeal." He says of her comment about being headstrong. He grins at her compliment of him. It was true, even having lost strength, he was still quite charming.
At her last comment, he rolls over, with her still in his arms, so that she is on her back, and he is on top of her, gazing down, possibly knocking a little bit of air out of her with the movement. Still holding her protectively, he looks into her eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?" His gaze is intense. "Hmmm, lovers... so... is that what has Arael's panties in a bunch? Wants you for himself?" Rev is teasing. His tone much lighter than his gaze.
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| Male Tiefling |
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"That would help." any other thoughts? he looks around at the others.
"Perhaps if we also get some of the baking soda, the audience could be distracted by the Beast's foaming while the players make their escape," Antonio suggests. "Standard misdirection."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Very worthwhile," Gravlax agrees, attempting another Grapple .
Gravlax smiles. "The mission is successful. Now just to survive the play tomorrow."
He sets his pack aside, and crouches down next to Mathalen. "It's so much better to see you here than hunt you up from a statue on a rooftop."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Perhaps if we also get some of the baking soda, the audience could be distracted by the Beast's foaming while the players make their escape," Antonio suggests. "Standard misdirection."
Cassian nods. "Maybe throw in a smoke bomb or two just to be sure. It's supposed to be hellish, right?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Perhaps if we also get some of the baking soda, the audience could be distracted by the Beast's foaming while the players make their escape," Antonio suggests. "Standard misdirection."Cassian nods. "Maybe throw in a smoke bomb or two just to be sure. It's supposed to be hellish, right?"
"All of that sounds good to me. I'll see what I can do to bring some baking soda, too. " he looks over at Cassian, "do you happen to already have the smoke bombs?"
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"All of that sounds good to me. I'll see what I can do to bring some baking soda, too. " he looks over at Cassian, "do you happen to already have the smoke bombs?"
"I have a smoke bomb guy."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"I have a smoke bomb guy."
"...Sounds good," Antonio admits. "What's my share on smoke bombs?"
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Right at noon, Nonon lead everyone (the backstage crew including Millech dressed in dark blue robes designed to not draw attention away from the spectacle) in a roundabout parade through Rego Sacero and Rego Pena ending up at the barge dock to head across the river to Westcrown Island and the Nightshade Theater. The impromptu parade draws a huge crowd, apparently the notoriety and popularity of the production having grown far more than you realized cooped up in the theater day after day.
The crush of humanity continues on the barge over to Westcrown Island and through the streets Rego Aerum to Nightshade itself. The theater is a huge imposing structure of iron and stone, looking like nothing more than a cathedral to all the evil gods that be. You are quickly taken through the iron and red plush house of the theater and to a comfortable green room off stage left. And, finally, you are left in quiet alone - just the actors. Although, whenever you open the door, you see Millech directing the stagecrew from the catwalk above and behind the stage, his minions working swiftly, if with an air of nervous fear.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"...Sounds good," Antonio admits. "What's my share on smoke bombs?"
"If I do this right, nothing."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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After the party meeting, Cassian seeks out the old hunchback. "Had a look at the theater. Quite something, you ask me. The cast is going to be a little surprised, though."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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As they march through the streets of Westcrown, Antonio-as-Tybain sings an old Arodenite traveling song, When Aroden Raised The Starstone Up.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Perhaps if we also get some of the baking soda, the audience could be distracted by the Beast's foaming while the players make their escape," Antonio suggests. "Standard misdirection."Cassian nods. "Maybe throw in a smoke bomb or two just to be sure. It's supposed to be hellish, right?""All of that sounds good to me. I'll see what I can do to bring some baking soda, too. " he looks over at Cassian, "do you happen to already have the smoke bombs?"
Rev listens.
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She squirms against him slightly as he does his thorough cleansing. He can feel heat and the speed of her heart as he rests against her feeling just the start of soft downy fuzz. Her voice catches on pebbles when she speaks, "I would normally be doing so in about a week."
Millech shakes his head, "We all will be... Nonon as well." He chuckles lowly, under his breath, "You don't know how nervous it makes him that so much of the physical aspect of the play is being provided by the Lord-Mayor." One white shaggy eyebrow lifts, what passes for a smiles growing on the wide mouth, "You've been to the Nightshade, ain't ya?" A pause, concern in the old eyes, "What's the worst of it?"
At his words, her body lifts, straightens, lightens. With a beautiful smiles, "You mean... you don't mind that I'm using you?" Her grin grows wider at his promise, her hands and legs developing a tiny tremor at the feeling pouring through her body. She pulls at the laces of her underwear, the action taking a few tries with her unsteady hands. She pulls the thin cloth away from her body, again throwing the fabric behind him. Her hands twitch, fighting the instinct to cover the mound of closely trimmed tight black curls. She swallows, nervous. "I..." a reappearance of her blush,
She smiles, walking alongside him as they head towards the delicious smells of the kitchen, "I like both, but most of the time dark chocolate wins out. It's more chocolatey." She explains with absolute seriousness. Hiding the 'purloined' treat in a pocket of her long skirt.
She does make a sound of surprise as you flip yourselves over, the squeak lost when her breath whooshes out. She regains her breath as he speaks and rolls her eyes. "If it is sexual frustration that makes him an uptight a%~#@&~, he has never indicated that he wants me to do anything about it." Without hesitation or guile. She smiles up at him, wiggling slightly under him to smooth out the sheets under her body.
"Seriously, Rev-love," one arms snaking up from her side to press against his cheek, "Arael doesn't like me because I don't feel bound by the rules that he does. I see them as a moral code not a behavioral one and that is what gets his panties in a bunch." She shrugs. "Sorry it isn't a sorid love affair that I can get you all hot and bothered with, but the two of us... just see how to get things done in this world very differently."
She - again - doesn't take the opening, preferring the slipping, moving against him, that is entailed with keeping herself free from the grapple than hitting him. This time she tries to dance around to his side before latching on. () She groan slightly as he dances away, but the grin on her face proves she is enjoying the wrestling... even if they are at a match.
She smiles, almost inwardly, one hand going up to caress from just below his ear to under his jaw. [b]"Didn't want to impose... or presume.
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| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Tonight, I'm going to shave you." He smiles at the thought, peppering the rest of his words with soft kisses. "I think you'll like that, knowing a man like me has a razor right by that big artery in your leg. One motion, and that's the end of you. You'll just have to trust that I won't." He punctuates the last by turning her head back to him and kissing those lips. "Trust that you've given me enough to value you. Trust me. The bad man you let take you any way he likes. The bad man you beg to @#*! you."
His hands fall away to rest lightly on her hips. She can feel the tension in his hands, a desire to shift her slightly and set her atop him, but there is equal desire in his voice. He is turgid, resting against the small of her back, needing to be within her once again. As with every time they find themselves naked together, he is utterly hers, if only for a few hours.
"Acid-filled beast. Looks like everyone is going to be dunked into it." Cassian pauses, not even having to feign the concern in his voice, at least not with regards to Calseinica. "Looks like a sure deathtrap to me."
Cassian gestures to the bed, getting into it and lying down on his side, pointing at her obscenely. "And how often do you do it?" he asks, his hand finding himself for a light, preliminary stroke.
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| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"At this, we seem to be evenly matched," Gravlax attempts one final Grapple, twisting his body to the side, and moving in .
Gravlax presses his hand against hers. "You are invited," he says. "Therefore you are welcome." He strokes his fingers along the back of her hand.
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There is genuine anger in the old man's voice when he replies, "Acid?" The following expletive is colorful and creative, involving rafters and aerialists. Shaking his head, "I've heard tell of razors and glass, but this is far worse." He thinks for a moment, "It's not the type of magic I normally study, but I know where I can access a protective spell." Looks at Cassian, hump rising in a shrug, "Any chance you and the actors can scrounge up ninty gold? If so, I should be able to acid-proof them all for that act."
This time she does quite manages to move out of his grasp and although she tries ( valiantly to get away, she cannot break free but she does move against him a great deal.
She shivers slightly as his fingers move against her skin although she tries to shake it off slightly. With her free hand she motions to the picnic setting. "I know it isn't much, but," smiles, "wanted to do something to welcome you to your home."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax frowns with effort as he focuses on the combat rather than the moving and the squirming.
Gravlax moves to pin. And he is watching to see if being physically restrained starts to freak Mathalen out in any way.
"Thank you," Gravlax says, and moves to sit on the floor across from her. Smiles at her. "If we keep this up, I'll need to get a table. And chairs."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She smiles, walking alongside him as they head towards the delicious smells of the kitchen, "I like both, but most of the time dark chocolate wins out. It's more chocolatey." She explains with absolute seriousness. Hiding the 'purloined' treat in a pocket of her long skirt.
Azhar smile says what he is not willing to, you are absolutely adorable. As she pockets the chocolate he frowns a little, "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asks, "I mean, won't it melt?" he also does not say, because if you're even one-tenth as hot as you look... Apparently he is having to censure a lot of what is going through his brain tonight. His hand brushes hers, then takes it if she seems okay with the action.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gozran 4/Ailyn
She does make a sound of surprise as you flip yourselves over, the squeak lost when her breath whooshes out. She regains her breath as he speaks and rolls her eyes. "If it is sexual frustration that makes him an uptight a@*+#$#, he has never indicated that he wants me to do anything about it." Without hesitation or guile. She smiles up at him, wiggling slightly under him to smooth out the sheets under her body."Seriously, Rev-love," one arms snaking up from her side to press against his cheek, "Arael doesn't like me because I don't feel bound by the rules that he does. I see them as a moral code not a behavioral one and that is what gets his panties in a bunch." She shrugs. "Sorry it isn't a sorid love affair that I can get you all hot and bothered with, but the two of us... just see how to get things done in this world very differently."
Rev grins at her, "If you're going to squirm like that underneath me, I hope you understand that I will be despoiling you in short order." He half teases. The other half of that being quite serious. He is turned on again at the drop of a hat. She can feel his hard length against her. He represses a low growl of lust.
Continues speaking, words thoughtful. "Behaving in a rote manner because of religious prescription is pretty useless. It means nothing if you don't understand and aspire to the morality. There is a difference." He says, looking into her mocha eyes. Seeing her for who she is. Liking her a great deal. "Ailyn." He says her name. Tasting it upon his tongue. Like fine wine. He smiles at her. Wants her again, even though they are both quite tired. One hand pushes some of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear, then runs down her neck, decolletage, caressing the side of one breast, down her waist to rest on her hip.
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She shivers against him, her skin tightening, nipples pebbling, either at his words or soft kisses. She moves gently against his hardness, swallowing, her throat feeling dry, Her voice slight raspy as she turns her head to whisper into his skin. She chuckles,
The hunchback gets an amused twinkle in his dark brown eyes, a contemplative mein on his wrinkled face, clearly picturing just how the plan with rope, soda and smoke would have to play out. "That would be quite the spectacle."
He shakes his head clearing it, "I should be able to cover all five for ten minutes, which will hopefully be long enough for them to get out of the death contraption." Nodding, "Which includes Ms. Nymmis." Considers the time, starts heading to the door, "Need to go get supplies and visit a friend before dark then."
She follows him to the bed, laying on her side just close enough that he could reach out and touch her. With a blushing smile, "Normally? Or since you materialized from the darkness into my life?" Her hand starts to creep down her body but she stops, looking at him, "Can I have a kiss first?"
There is a moment of panic when he first pins her, it is clear in her eyes, the way her muscles freeze, prelude to panicked struggle. In that instant where is doesn't matter who, just that she can't move. But he can also see her draw in a long breath, her onyx deep eyes focusing on him, his eyes, seeing him.
With that, her fight to break the pin is controlled and with a challenging smile on her face.
And really only succeeds in squirming against his body pinning her down.
She sits a little straighter, looking around the small apartment, grins at him, "Don't know where you would put them." She rolls her shoulders, moving so she can lean against the bed, putting herself just outside of arm's reach of him. She tears a piece of the still warm bread and cuts a little of the soft cheese, leaving her knife near the cheese for him.
In a quiet whisper so her words won't carry to the kitchen, "I think the skirt is loose enough... at least for a little while." Grins at him as he takes her hand, "If I disappear for a little while, you know what I'll be up to."
Although she seems very happy to hold his hand, she does let it go when they get to the family room. Might have something to do with the look her father gave the joined hands.
She grins impishly at the squirm comment, the though of squirming to provoke him more clear on her face, at least to Rev's careful gaze. However, his hand moves before she comes to a choice and the shiver he provokes is not a matter of choice. As his hand settles on her hip though, she smiles again, leaning up to kiss him. "Rev." His name dark, a quiver in her tone when she says it that speaks more of how he has made her feel this night than any words could, and she quite deliberately squirms beneath him, her body pressing against his.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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He lets out a sigh as she moves against him, his hands going to her breasts. "You can beg me if you like," he murmurs, the catch in his voice hinting that he might like that. "I might even give you what you ask for. Now get me your kit. And be very still... this can be dangerous."
Cassian nods, tossing the hunchback a 100 GP gem. "Get it done."
The rogue then scrawls a quick note and hands it to Rygel. "Deliver this to the big guy with the wandering eye."
"Normally," he says, "And then now. I want to know what I've been doing to you."
He scoots a little closer, so she can just feel the heat of his body as he awaits her response.
Once she speaks, he reaches over, his hand lightly grasping her far hip, though never touching anything untoward. Then he leans over, pulling her gently onto her side. His hand leaves her hip to climb her naked body as he has done before, but this time there is no cloth shielding her. The hand stops at her face, to brush the hair away, running agile fingers across her scalp. The kiss is passionate, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth, his body moving slightly closer. He is there, between them. Fully erect, mere inches from her soft belly.
Double A --
I can get hold of a spell that'll acid proof you all for that Act of the play. 18 GP for each of you.
--CM
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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In a quiet whisper so her words won't carry to the kitchen, "I think the skirt is loose enough... at least for a little while." Grins at him as he takes her hand, "If I disappear for a little while, you know what I'll be up to."
He decides what suddenly races through his mind is decidedly and logically not what she was referring to. He smiles.
Although she seems very happy to hold his hand, she does let it go when they get to the family room. Might have something to do with the look her father gave the joined hands.
"Good evening, Mr. Kaijitsu, Arata-sir. Mrs. Kaijitsu, ma'am. Thank you again for inviting me tonight, it's truly a privilege." He takes out the bottle of sake, "If I may?" he presents the bottle to Arata and Yuuki "I though this might go well with tonight's dinner, or be good for later for you if you already have something open."
(10gp value, fine quality)
"Apparently, we can take care of the beast issue for 18gp apiece. I suggest we do it."
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As they march through the streets of Westcrown, Antonio-as-Tybain sings an old Arodenite traveling song, When Aroden Raised The Starstone Up.
There do seem to be a few people who recognize the song... or at least the tune.
Towards the beginning of the parade, one of the robed stage crew seems to have pinched Calseinica. The 'crew' may be Cassian.
Calseinica looks around at all of you, including Thesing and Delour, "Break a leg everyone." Thinks about that for a moment, "In the theater sense of the wish, not in the getting horribly maimed sense that this play calls for." She finishes with a smile which almost hides the nervous energy running through the petitely built diva.
The curtain opens to show Larazod, Tybain, and Dentris shackled and standing before the imposing form of Thesing as Haanderthan looming over them on a high backed obsidian bench. He is flanked by the council of stern faced and severe, including the devilishly attired Ilsandra. Behind the council, ready to step in should it be needed, is the bailiff, a eight-foot tall bearded devil with a spiked truncheon in his cracked leather blood red hands.
The bailiff speaks first, his voice a deep bass, rumbling, carrying far on the low harmonics. "Order in the Tribunal. The Court of His Honor Paraduke Montigny Haanderthan, Black Tongue of Asmodeus, now holds session. All rise. The court rises respectfully.
Thesing, who also rose, motions to his court. "Be seated." They sit. Thesing turns to spear the manacled men with a venomous stare. "Today this court seeks truth, or at least shadows thereof, from one Larazod Rilsane, honored veteran of the Shadestar War, member of a once gloried house, of recent fallen in Asmodeus’s regard. The accused stands on several counts of failed conspiracy, evidenced thereof by the industrious interrogations of the court’s own Seeker, Drovalid Vorclune, administered with his usual diligence and severity." Thesing's cruel smile contrast to his handsome features somehow making him more attractive. "In these interviews Vorclune gathered from notable sources," his voice speeding up slightly for the next, dismissive, "only a few of whom survived their conversations with the lash," his cadence returning to the hard hitting points, "that Larazod of the Rilsane held audience with undesirables—the topic of their whispered covenant the activities of none other than" a dramatic pause, "myself. A serious affair." His voice turns self-satisfied, yet pleading for sympathy from the audience, "Service to Asmodeus’s ever-darkening glory is never without risk of menace, betrayal, and threat of doom. My family and I have long suffered the bumbling attempts of assassins who would tear at our dark lord’s visage as casually as they befoul their mothers’ beds."
His blue eyes cut back to the three figures before his bench, his voice dripping with disgust. "What they lack in cunning they bolster with sheer desperation, evidenced by consorting with all manner of Aroden-suckling knaves, and aged wiz-worms who trust in mystic secrets over the Dark One’s love.
He looks back to the audience, his voice booming out over the theater, "You hereby stand accused, Larazod, along with your ill-seeming compatriots, of conspiracy to undertake grievous harm to the institution of this tribunal, namely myself, Paraduke Montigny Haanderthan. How answer thee these charges, Larazod of House Rilsane?" Eyes cutting back to Larazod, voice venomous, "Be thou maligned by a scandal-brewer’s wagging tongue, or dost thou cleave to my comings and goings as a bloat fly to a fresh cadaver?"
" And know that lies are my closest friends. They’ll betray you before I. "
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Dentris, an old wizardly man appears contrite before the court with hunched shoulders "whispers" to his shackled companion with elderly advice, "Hold your tongue, boy, and we’ll escape the firebrand yet. Your father was the model of a devil’s squire. Summon his wiles now, and keep shut that Abyss you call mouth, before we all tumble down into its darkness.