Shadows over Westcrown
Game Master chavamana

Not quite knowing what the device is, however, she is distracted when he tastes her on his fingers. Then, when his hands return to her, her breath quickens as he slips off her panties. Blushing as her legs go back over the armrests, aware of how exposed, wanton, she is. The knowledge helping push the feelings he stirred in her. There is no hiding how he is making her feel, no guile, and no holding back the almost musical cry of release that she loses in his lips as her body convulses around his fingers, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. Her legs wrapping around his waist, her body arching against his.

Voice still shaky, long moments later when her eyes regain focus. "wow" A smile, "So... I get to learn how to make you feel like that?"

Gozran 14/Janiven
She slides into the bed, her leg brushing against his for a moment as she settles. "What if he actually hires one of the," she smiles, her eyes acknowledging that it is unlikely, "admittedly few, people you can't get to roll over." She shrugs, "Unlikely. And either way I'll have your, and Tarvi's, back."

Considering, "We might want to consider a diversion at his family's home when the dottari move on him. Just in case there is someone there that would save his ass from the fire."

Gozran 15/Gorvio
He nods, but after a moment, "I'm guessing it is harder when you are emotionally involved." He half-smiles, sadness underlying his tone, "But that's the real challenge." A pause, "Thank you Cassian."

Gozran 15/Tarvi
She nods. "Any way we can get to watch him being dragged off by the dottari?" Perhaps a bit to gleeful at the thought.

After work shopping
She smiles, "Not really my thing. But Tarvi gave me a list."

A pause, long, "Which probably means at least half of these places have dresses that are far too revealing. If only to torture me." One eyebrow raised at the list in her hands.

Then as the thought runs through her eyes, "But that means I should go pick up an anti-toxin." She starts to hand him her backpack, "Meet you upstairs in a bit?"

Then he disengages and stands, unlacing his trousers and dropping them and undergarments to the floor. He stands there before her for a moment, letting her take in the sight of him, nude and erect. He holds a hand out, to help her up and he takes her place on the chair.

"Kneel there, in front of me," he says, his tone authoritative, yet soft and kind. "Now the first step is moisture. There will be some from me, but not enough. So, you have a couple options. The first is something artificial, like massage oil or alchemical grease. The other option is something from you. You can either lick your hands, or take what's between your legs and rub that on me." He smiles, the implication being that any of these options are the right answer.

"Now before we start, I have to stress, don't make me come. You can bring me close, but I only have so many in me each evening, and I'm going to come inside of you. Twice. Your mouth first and then your womb." He pauses, letting the words sink in, as he reaches out and strokes a lock of her hair.

"All right. Once your hand is nice and wet, take me in hand. Normally, you would be combining your hands with your mouth -- you'll learn to do this soon enough -- but right now, only your hands. The key is to stroke lightly, but not too lightly. Hold onto me hard, but not too hard. Think of my manhood almost like a bird you've caught. Hold it too tight and you crush it. Hold it not light enough, and it will fly away."

He waits to see if she understands the instructions. "Then, you stroke, not pull. The shaft can be worked up and down, the head swirled with your thumbs." Then, a smile. "Well? Get to it."

Gozran 14/Janiven
"Voice still gone from the other day?" He smiles, kissing her shoulder. "Sorry about that. I think I know what's good on a raw throat."

"A diversion. Brilliant." His smile is genuine here, and from what she can see tenting his trousers, her tactical acumen appears to have turned him on a bit. "Got any ideas on the subject? My usual thought is a fire... but that might not be best."

"And if that toad hires the one person I can't break, then we'll deal with that if and when it happens."

Cassian will continue to discuss plans with her as she likes, but toward the end of the conversation, he says, "I've been meaning to talk to you about fantasies. Whether you've had any that I can fulfill. Because there's one of mine you can fulfill rather easily." He blushes a bit. "And another we can do at a later date."

Gozran 15/Gorvio
Cassian waves the thank you away, clearly uncomfortable with any display of gratitude. "Maybe now you'll stop your whining. Now get back to the stables before that drunk knows you're gone."

Gozran 15/Tarvi
Cassian grins. "That's just a matter of patience, Tadpole."

Gozran 14 / post-shopping

"It's okay," Gravlax says. "I picked up some anti-toxin just now. We're meeting Azhar and maybe Amaya later tonight. After curfew. I thought Azhar might be able to help us track the snakes."

Gravlax smiles. "Dinner for us sounds good."

He starts to say something, then stops, cocks his head to the side, and is quiet for a moment. "I like there being an us."

She smiles, "Not really my thing. But Tarvi gave me a list."

A pause, long, "Which probably means at least half of these places have dresses that are far too revealing. If only to torture me." One eyebrow raised at the list in her hands.

A low growl, deep in his throat, probably subconscious. It stops as soon as he hears it. A slight tinge of blood beneath his skin, but his eyes do not leave hers. "I'd like to see you in those." He smiles, "but whatever you decide to wear is entirely up to you." He blinks, his smile growing broader, "Actually, I can't wait. ... ... Shall we go find something you like?" His eyebrow raised, the look on his face both one of anticipation and amusement.

"Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Nope.

"The enervation," Gravlax says. "Yep, that's why I'm here, too. Let's never do that again."
Gravlax smiles and nods to Fiosa, then smacks himself in the forehead with his palm. "Hi Fiosa," he says.

Mathalen's smile is a quiet affair, "It is supposed to be a secret lair, so if the hellknights find out about it, they'd probably know the knock."

Arael, "From what I heard, there were no fatalities, so I'd say that your choices were good ones." He motions to Gravlax, "Since I did find out that you were going to have to willingly submit to rot grubs, I did prepare for that outcome." A small sardonic smile, "After all we don't want any of you still suffering if and when the next part of that woman's plan goes into effect." His voice mild, like that of a older cousin who doesn't understand the choices someone has made, more than a judgement on them.
Fiosa grins, first at Gravlax, then at Arael. To Gravlax, "You are looking better than when you snuck out of the theater."

"I suppose you'll just have to continue nursing a healthy dose of paranoia then." Rev says to Mathalen. His glance at Arael is not so... lighthearted. "That woman?" Eyes narrow. Arael's tone might have been mild, but his choice of words was poor. Rev is already annoyed. Comming here was a terrible idea. His eyes go to Fiosa. "Only you, Arael, can manage to complement and tick someone off in the same breath without even trying."

"A touch of Arael is good for what ailed me," Gravlax says, looking at both Fiosa and Mathalen. "I think we did well, although we made enemies."

A turn to look over his shoulder at Arael. "And I still don't like this plan." Back to Rev, a shrug. "Sorry. Although I have to admit, nobody's died yet."

Rev represses the comment that pops into his head. Luckily Gravlax's attention is on the two women in the room. "If you don't like it, you can always call your friend to participate in your stead." Rev finally says to Gravlax. "Give it time, death is inevitable for us all."

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 oh yeah, sense motive - nope

Gozran 14/post play/Fiosa

Yes, scene can happen post changing clothes.
With a straight-face that does nothing to hide her amusement, "Rebel, not rogue."

At the offer of food, she shakes her head, "Thank you for the offer but I think that I need more time between that show and food." With no embarrassment nor judgement, "But if you want something, please do not let me stop you."

A pause, "Mystery meat or known lizard on stick preferable?"

And do not feel at all rushed to finish this scene (at all - handiness of flex), but when Rev and Fiosa get to the safehouse, see the Gravlax/Rev spoiler.

Gozran 19
Yes, Rev got to make a response.

Size can be obtained (Rev's diplomacy is more than high enough to convince the cook to give that information. And dress has been delivered.

Fiosa

He stops at a food vendor and picks up a few mystery meats on sticks. 1d2 ⇒ 1 even rat, odd lizard.

"Sure you don't want one?"

After work shopping
Her eyebrow raises a few degrees more at the growl, but doesn't disguise the pleasure that curves up her lips. "Say that now, but whatever we end up choosing everyone will see me in." Just a small reminder that it isn't just him that she will be dressing for.

The first store on the list is a boutique a few blocks away from the glassworks. She wanders the crowded aisles, obviously adrift amid the fashions.

She thinks for only a little bit before she stands, walking over to a low table, pulling a glass bottle from the drawer. Her eyes find his as she walks back, her blush heating, deepening, as the realization that she is walking around in lingerie except that her most private places are exposed to his view. She kneels back in front of him, her hands lightly touching him, skimming over his hardness. An embarrassed smile, knowing that is not what he is instructing, "Sorry... I just wanted to see what you felt like."

She understands the instructions, pouring oil that smells of her on her hands before she reaches for him in earnest. At first her hands work in concert, stroking over him, base to head, fingers playing just the extra bit of pressure on his head. Watching him, eyes moving from his hardness, to his eyes, trying to see what things he enjoys more. Then the hands in counterpoint, one moving down while the other moves up, stopping only when he makes it clear she must. Only a small pout on her lush lips that she can't quite bring him to the same mind-rushing pleasure he did her.

Gozran 14/Caliseinica
While getting a quick bite to eat, Cassian spots the beautiful Calseinica surrounded by a crush of people talking to her, many of them leering at the parts of her that where exposed by her Ilsandra outfit. For her part, she seems to be trying to ask them if they know if a handsome, dark haired, midnight-blue eyed man has been to the establishment today.

Gozran 14/Janiven
She smiles back as he kisses her shoulder, "Worth it." Her grin growing a little, "Thought that was the plan for the next time we are on a mission." Her broken voice teasing, then more considering, "But I am a believer in home remedies."

The diversion, her green eyes serious despite her bare foot running slowly up and down his calf, "Fire is good diversion, but would pull dottari towards his family. Ideally, if we could con one of the other noble families to pay a visit, then they wouldn't be able to leave even if they have a birdy in the dottari." A shrug, "At least not without giving insult."

And after the more tactical discussion, her green eyes interested, "What is the fantasy that I can fulfill easily first?"

Gozran 15/Gorvio
He almost thanks Cassian again, that much is clear to the perceptive rogue, but catches himself, instead just nodding and heading out into the Wiscrani streets. After he takes a few steps, he turns, "Let me know if I can help you." And takes his leave.

Gozran 15/Tarvi
She breathes out heavily, "Patience is over-rated." Her grin making clear her teasing.

She turns, heading for his apartment, her free hand brushing against one of his hands. "Simple dinner. Light, shouldn't slow us down later."

"I suppose you'll just have to continue nursing a healthy dose of paranoia then." Rev says to Mathalen.

Mildly, perhaps a joke, "It's keep me alive to this point."

His glance at Arael is not so... lighthearted. "That woman?" Eyes narrow. Arael's tone might have been mild, but his choice of words was poor. Rev is already annoyed. Comming here was a terrible idea. His eyes go to Fiosa. "Only you, Arael, can manage to complement and tick someone off in the same breath without even trying."

The half-elf pauses, trying to decide if he should try to fix what he said, instead, quietly, "Can I see where the rot grub burrowed in and where you cut it free from?"

Fiosa shrugs and whispering quietly to the tiefling, "It is going with the plan..." with a sympathetic shrug.

"Never been stuck on a deserted island. Never left Westcrown, actually. How did you all get off the island?" Not looking at him while he eats the lizard on a stick, but seeming fine as long as she doesn't have to 'see' the food."

Enjoy it he does, with a final shuddering gasp as she lets him go. He smiles somewhat sheepishly. "Almost finished me," he says. "Thank you for not."

He takes a little time to collect himself. Indicating the oil, he says, "I should have told you to make certain it's something you don't mind the taste of." He smiles. "Well, I suppose you'll find out."

Finally, under control again, he rises from the chair, holding a hand out to her. "Shall we go to bed now?" It's not really a question, as he gently pulls her first into an embrace, then into the bed itself. He guides her onto her back, legs spread, and lays down between them. He regards her sex winsomely, running a finger through the soft hairs. "We're going to need to shave you at some point. It looks exquisite and it's far more pleasant for oral sex, of which I plan to give you a great deal. But not tonight." He presses his lips into the dark patch, kissing her just above the gateway to her body.

And then, Cassian begins to explore. His first stop are her legs. The stockings unclipped, he rolls them off her body following them with the caress of his tongue, the staticky bites of his teeth. Arriving at her feet, he strokes the arches, sucks and teases her toes, and moves back up. Her arms are next, from shoulder to fingers, a retread of her legs.

And then her corset comes off, so that he might explore her torso, from her flat belly to soft breasts. It is only when he has covered her in attention does he finally pay attention to her sex. Kissing, sucking, humming, loving. He lavishes her, penetrating with his tongue, front and back, licking and rimming with passionate abandon. As he continues the sweet onslaught, he spends more and more time at her button, at last sucking it into his mouth at the very end.

Gozran 14/Calseinica
Cassian shoves his way through the crowd with a growl, taking his lady in his arms. "What are you doing here?"

Gozran 14/Janiven

She smiles back as he kisses her shoulder, "Worth it." Her grin growing a little, "Thought that was the plan for the next time we are on a mission." Her broken voice teasing, then more considering, "But I am a believer in home remedies."

"It is... I just want a lot of head from you," he says with a grin.

The diversion, her green eyes serious despite her bare foot running slowly up and down his calf, "Fire is good diversion, but would pull dottari towards his family. Ideally, if we could con one of the other noble families to pay a visit, then they wouldn't be able to leave even if they have a birdy in the dottari." A shrug, "At least not without giving insult."

He snaps his fingers. "I know just the man."

And after the more tactical discussion, her green eyes interested, "What is the fantasy that I can fulfill easily first?"

"You wearing your sword and nothing else," he says sheepishly.

Mildly, perhaps a joke, "It's keep me alive to this point."

Rev wrote:

His glance at Arael is not so... lighthearted. "That woman?" Eyes narrow. Arael's tone might have been mild, but his choice of words was poor. Rev is already annoyed. Comming here was a terrible idea. His eyes go to Fiosa. "Only you, Arael, can manage to complement and tick someone off in the same breath without even trying."

The half-elf pauses, trying to decide if he should try to fix what he said, instead, quietly, "Can I see where the rot grub burrowed in and where you cut it free from?"

Fiosa shrugs and whispering quietly to the tiefling, "It is going with the plan..." with a sympathetic shrug.

To Mathalen, Rev offers a small smile in response.

Turning back to Arael, "Here is where it entered, and here where I cut it out." Rev indicates the spots in question. They are quite close together. He's still not entirely convinced, but Fiosa can referee if it comes to it, he supposes. After all, the small woman was very feisty. And could probably put Arael in his place much more effectively than Rev.

Gozran 13/Fiosa

She blanches slightly at the sight of food, but her voice is quietly even, "Very sure." A smile, "But thank you."

"Never been stuck on a deserted island. Never left Westcrown, actually. How did you all get off the island?" Not looking at him while he eats the lizard on a stick, but seeming fine as long as she doesn't have to 'see' the food."

Rev grins, "Dumb luck. wait, you've never left Westcrown? That will need to be remedied!" After he makes quick work of the lizard, he tells her an abbreviated version of how they got off the island. If she seems interested, and they have time while they walk, he tells her further adventures from the island. He leaves out the part of the vampire heart for now.

"So, is there anyplace you want to go? Anything you've wanted to experience outside of Westcrown?"

i'm sorry, i forgot what you guys told me we all agreed on. i blame the pestilence."

"Hey, got a sec?" Rev asks, his tone somewhat over-protective and big brotherlike. "Haven't seen you around much. What have you been up to?" He inquires of his little brother. It's not the inquisition, but Rev is used to spending time with his brother, and Azhar hasn't been around as much as Rev is used to.

"Almost finished me," he says. "Thank you for not."

"You told me not to." Automatic response, long years of training of a very different kind clear under the words. At his comment about the oil, she leans forward, a soft lick on his head, eyes mischievous. "Not bad." And while he collects himself, her oiled hands move soothingly over less erogenous parts of him, her head on his knees, watching him. Then happily leaning into him when he pulls her into his arms.

He regards her sex winsomely, running a finger through the soft hairs. "We're going to need to shave you at some point. It looks exquisite and it's far more pleasant for oral sex, of which I plan to give you a great deal. But not tonight."

Her skin darkens as he looks at her, her eyes growing wide at his words. A small gasp, "Shave there?" A deeper blush, "Won't that make it obvious to anyone who sees me naked?"

And then, Cassian begins to explore. His first stop are her legs. The stockings unclipped, he rolls them off her body following them with the caress of his tongue, the staticky bites of his teeth. Arriving at her feet, he strokes the arches, sucks and teases her toes, and moves back up. Her arms are next, from shoulder to fingers, a retread of her legs.

And then her corset comes off, so that he might explore her torso, from her flat belly to soft breasts. It is only when he has covered her in attention does he finally pay attention to her sex. Kissing, sucking, humming, loving. He lavishes her, penetrating with his tongue, front and back, licking and rimming with passionate abandon. As he continues the sweet onslaught, he spends more and more time at her button, at last sucking it into his mouth at the very end.

She doesn't hold back in any way, making it perfectly obvious which of his touch drives her closer to the edge. And by the time he is satisfied he has tasted her fully, has wrung a sweet symphony of notes from her songbird voice - with his name the only lyric. When she comes back to her body, she gently caresses whichever part of him she can reach without moving her sated body. "Can we do that again later?"

Gozran 14/Calseinica
His actions draw a number of dirty looks and a few swears (not all of them from men), but a brilliantly bright smile from Calseinica. Happily protected in his arms, "Looking for you." More dirty looks from the crowd slowly drawing away. A pause from her, "Can we go somewhere a little less crowded?" Then perhaps realizing what that may imply, she blushes - and there are one or two very disgruntled looks.

Gozran 14/Janiven

"It is... I just want a lot of head from you," he says with a grin.

"Will have to keep that in mind." Matching grin and a great deal of promise. "And make sure there is a hidden place to steal you to on our next outing."

He snaps his fingers. "I know just the man."

With a nod she leaves that part to him, unless he needs her.

"You wearing your sword and nothing else," he says sheepishly.

He manages to get a bit of a blush, she looks over at the sword near the door. "That... I can do." Smiles at him, "After. And the later one?" A pause, then, "Because I'm a bit embarrased by mine."

It does take awhile though.

After Azhar has been working for only a few hours, Yuuki steps into the workroom motioning for the large aasimar to come over. When he complies, "You have a young woman requesting your attention." Her voice flat, not giving away any of her feelings on what she is saying.

Azhar's eyebrows raise questioningly, his eyes flick over to where Amaya is working, shrugs, but does go to see what and who is requesting his attention.

After work shopping

Her eyebrow raises a few degrees more at the growl, but doesn't disguise the pleasure that curves up her lips. "Say that now, but whatever we end up choosing everyone will see me in." Just a small reminder that it isn't just him that she will be dressing for.

His smile grows almost predatory at the thought and of others seeing her as well. He is obviously looking forward to not only seeing her in different states of dress and undress, but being seen with her as well, and thinking positively of that experience.

The first store on the list is a boutique a few blocks away from the glassworks. She wanders the crowded aisles, obviously adrift amid the fashions.

Azhar smiles watching her, keeps an eye out for something he thinks she would look good in (pretty much everything, I know, okay maybe something she would look good in appropriate for the situation and which she might actually enjoy wearing as well.) and maybe someone who works there who might be able to give them some assistance.

btw, what did we make from the profession/craft roll?

"Hey, got a sec?" Rev asks, his tone somewhat over-protective and big brotherlike. "Haven't seen you around much. What have you been up to?" He inquires of his little brother. It's not the inquisition, but Rev is used to spending time with his brother, and Azhar hasn't been around as much as Rev is used to.

Azhar looks up, grins, "Working at the Glassworks. Taking 'maya shopping for something to wear at the "Cornucopia". Going out looking for 'pests' with Gravlax, learning a little more about the area at night." he seems to have a very positive outlook on all of the above. "What about you?"

Gozran 14/post-shopping

"Simple dinner. Light, shouldn't slow us down later."

He follows her. "I'm not sure that I intended the pest hunt for tonight, but Azhar seemed eager to do something."

And when they are inside the apartment: "Do you-- No, dinner first. No--" He gives her a kiss on the cheek. "That first. It is good to see you."

"If you don't like it, you can always call your friend to participate in your stead." Rev finally says to Gravlax. "Give it time, death is inevitable for us all."

"He's not much for plans, stupid or otherwise," Gravlax says, giving Rev a dark look, which continues for a bit even after Rev turns to Arael to discuss the nature of his rot grub wounds.

Gravlax shakes his head. "I am well aware," he says to Rev finally.

To Fiosa, "Good luck."

To Arael, "Thank you again."

To Mathalen, "I think I am as well as I can be, barring perhaps a night's sleep. Shall we?"

Her skin darkens as he looks at her, her eyes growing wide at his words. A small gasp, "Shave there?" A deeper blush, "Won't that make it obvious to anyone who sees me naked?"

"Oh, you're nude on stage often? I really should get out to the theater more. I'm not certain what it will be obvious of, but it will look incredible. I'll do it for you one evening and you can try it out."

She doesn't hold back in any way, making it perfectly obvious which of his touch drives her closer to the edge. And by the time he is satisfied he has tasted her fully, has wrung a sweet symphony of notes from her songbird voice - with his name the only lyric. When she comes back to her body, she gently caresses whichever part of him she can reach without moving her sated body. "Can we do that again later?"

He kisses her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. "Of course. Many, many times," he says happily.

"For proper head, you should be kneeling," he says. "Although I don't want to get up." He sits up on the bed, propping himself up with pillows. "All right. Think of me as an ice cream. Alternate licking and sucking, deep and shallow. Pay attention to the head. When you're ready for me, go faster. I'm going to want you to take me as deep as possible, so breathe through your nose. I'll warn you when I'm about to come, and you need to start swallowing. There's liable to be a great deal."

Gozran 14/Calseinica
"Of course. My apartment isn't far." Cassian leads her to his home. As they go in, he looks around ruefully. "Not much, I know."

Gozran 14/Janiven
"The other was head on a mission. But now I have to know what yours is." He pokes her gently. "Come on, Jan. What is it?"

Gozran 16/Thesing
With Tarvi and Janiven nearby, Cassian knocks on the toad's door. He is not visibly armed, save for the two daggers up his sleeves. When Thesing answers the door, Cassian says, "My lord, I have to humbly beg your forgiveness. I can't do what you asked. His security is too tight for one of my meager skills. I wish I could help a man as great as you, but I'm just not the equal of your righteous ambition."

honestly i thought the piece was rather dull she adds. no accounting for taste

Sometime later in the conversation, but to get it out of the way to prevent quantum uncertainty:

would you care to accompany me to the big party

A bit later in the week, at some indeterminate time when Gravlax and Mathalen are alone.

"All the actors in that play got invited to the Mayor's house on the 20th," Gravlax says. "If you would like to come, Antonio is allowed to bring a guest. If you would not like to come, he will go alone."

Thursday

After work shopping
There is a sales girl who would probably be quite good at choosing a dress based on her own clothes, but looks mostly bored. There are a few dresses that would be appropriate. However, Amaya seems to be picking out clothes that would be better on her mother than on her own form.

btw, what did we make from the profession/craft roll?

50% of the roll in gold. I think your total was 27, so 13.5 gp.

Gozran 14/post-shopping
The kiss makes her smile, her ears reddening. She takes his hand, squeezes it, "I am happy to see you too." As she starts to pull out food, mostly things that will keep for a few days if keep cool, and bread, she asks, "Do I?"

A bit later in the week, at some indeterminate time when Gravlax and Mathalen are alone.
She smiles, dark eyes amused, "Antonio is a bit of a stick in the mud." A pause, deeper consideration, "Are you all going to be trying to break into the mayor's vault that night?"

"He's not much for plans, stupid or otherwise," Gravlax says, giving Rev a dark look, which continues for a bit even after Rev turns to Arael to discuss the nature of his rot grub wounds.

Gravlax shakes his head. "I am well aware," he says to Rev finally.

To Fiosa, "Good luck."

To Arael, "Thank you again."

To Mathalen, "I think I am as well as I can be, barring perhaps a night's sleep. Shall we?"

Arael waves off the thanks without a break in his quiet chant. Mathalen, nods, waves to Fiosa and Rev, and slides out the door next to Gravlax, looking only slightly worried about Gravlax's statement.

She moves to straddle his thighs, leaning forward her body framing his member as he looks down. She starts with cautious licks, getting the feel, the shape of him from base to tip before she ever sinks her mouth onto him. But once her full mouth is brought to play, she is very through. The only hesitation she seems to have is when she tries to take him deep, her throat tripping on the action, causing her to go shallow. But she is persistent, finally managing the feat.

Gozran 14/Calseinica
She follows where he leads, the pair drawing far more attention than Cassian alone ever would. She shakes her head, silently disagreement with his rueful comment, "It's not fancy, but it looks comfortable." Turning around, she sees the multi-layered monkey contraption spanning the wall around the door. "And we don't have anything like that at home."

She starts to wander around looking, when she catches herself with a blush, "Sorry." Shaking her head, she turns to smile at him, "I know you said you weren't really security for the play and I know you were originally there just to frame Thesing, but the mayor is inviting the cast to one of his all-night debaucheries." She shrugs, "Normally, for such a thing, I'd try to find a reason not to go, but it is Lord Arvanxi..." She smiles, "But I'd feel safer going if you'd be willing to go with me." Bright smile and no discomfort in being the asker in this case.

Gozran 14/Janiven
She smiles when he pokes her, "I did already promise that one, didn't I?"

A pause for a moment, "I appreciate that you always knock when you come here." A little bit of that smile playing on her lips, "Because I know that you could get in without my permission if you wanted."[/b]

She blushes slightly, [smaller]"Which is completely at odds with my fantasy where you sneak in here and are inside me, f~@~ing me, before I wake up." She shakes her head, embarrassed by the idea, even as it turns her on.

Gozran 16/Thesing
For a breif moment, there is a pause, a look of 'who are you again?'. Then the actor's blue eyes clear slightly. "oh" The simple exultation filled with as much contempt as is humanly possible. The blue eyes go hard, cruel, "I suppose I should have known better than to charge such a task to a guttersnipe."

"All right... I'm close..." His hand grips her shoulder, and he is bucking, emptying into her mouth.

Gozran 14/Calseinica

She follows where he leads, the pair drawing far more attention than Cassian alone ever would. She shakes her head, silently disagreement with his rueful comment, "It's not fancy, but it looks comfortable." Turning around, she sees the multi-layered monkey contraption spanning the wall around the door. "And we don't have anything like that at home."

"You don't have a monkey," he points out.

She starts to wander around looking, when she catches herself with a blush, "Sorry." Shaking her head, she turns to smile at him, "I know you said you weren't really security for the play and I know you were originally there just to frame Thesing, but the mayor is inviting the cast to one of his all-night debaucheries." She shrugs, "Normally, for such a thing, I'd try to find a reason not to go, but it is Lord Arvanxi..." She smiles, "But I'd feel safer going if you'd be willing to go with me." Bright smile and no discomfort in being the asker in this case.

He takes her by the hand. "I'd be honored, Cali. I'm glad you feel safe by my side." He stops here, drawing her close. "I want you to know that I trust you. I wasn't there to frame Thesing. I'm... I'm there to help... to help my sister. It's hard to explain, but this is all about her. Thesing is just a symptom. He's a toad, and any man who says those things about you in my earshot will get the same treatment. Just know one thing..."

"My goals include you now. Keeping you safe. Keeping you happy." He kisses her softly.

"...you're going to dress me up, aren't you?" he says dubiously, remembering Tarvi's glee at putting Rygel in a vest and mask.

Gozran 14/Janiven
Cassian shifts, the frankness of her fantasy turning him on as well. He draws Janiven closer, cradling her head on his breast to show her that he accepts her as she is, that expressing her fantasies to him is safe. "I can do that. Do you want me wearing a mask? A knife at your throat? Or do you just to awaken to find yourself being used?"

Gozran 16/Thesing
"I deserve your distain and more, great lord," Cassian says. "I hope that one day I can bask in your radiance. Until then, I humbly beg your forgiveness."

Cassian waits until he is dismissed or Thesing slams the door in his face and then gets to a convenient hiding spot, ready to tail the odious man.

Stealth 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

Gozran 13/leaving the safehouse

Gravlax pauses. "I didn't think of that. I suppose he's as safe from Rev tonight as he was last night." Gravlax stops entirely. "If you're worried, let's go back. I have an excuse ready."

Gozran 14/post-shopping

Gravlax sits down. "Do you have armor to wear this evening? Or a weapon more deadly than your boots? I don't think you can kick a snake in quite the same spot.... I might have to buy proper plates if we keep this up." He is smiling -- the thought of buying plates must not phase him.

A bit later in the week, at some indeterminate time when Gravlax and Mathalen are alone.

"Yes, he takes himself a little too seriously," Gravlax says, only a little smirk in his voice. "I do believe that's when we are planning to break into the vault."

Amaya for her part is focused on the platter she is working on, but will no doubt notice his absence in a few minutes. Standing near the counter, examining a vase with appreciative wonder, is Calseinica. A little bit after Azhar comes into the room (after Yuuki clears her throat getting the actress's attention) she looks over with a bright smile. "Hello." A light embarrassment, "Sorry to bother you at work, but do you know where I might be able to go if I'm trying to find Cassian?"

Azhar responds with a soft smile, "No trouble at all. Calseinica, this is Yuuki Kaijitsu, the owner of this fine establishment. It's quite likely her husband that created that fine platter you're admiring." he glances at Yuuki, [b]"Mrs. Kaijitsu, this is Calseinica, she played Ilsandra in "The Six Trials of Larazod' and was invaluable in giving us novices pointers on how to act and project to the audience." he turns back to Calseinica, "Is it an emergency? I'm sure I can get him a note after work if that will do?"

After work shopping

There is a sales girl who would probably be quite good at choosing a dress based on her own clothes, but looks mostly bored. There are a few dresses that would be appropriate. However, Amaya seems to be picking out clothes that would be better on her mother than on her own form.

Azhar clears his throat, getting the attention of the sales girl. "Excuse me miss, could you help us with something that would be appropriate to wear to a gala held by the Mayor?" he nods his head briefly in Amaya's direction. "Whatever you think would be appropriate and she find acceptable would be fine." His words do not say it, but something in his smile says he is reserving a say in the matter.

later than conversation
Her white eyes go wide, "You mean that plan worked?" She smiles, "I'd be happy to go with you."

At that moment there cook clears her throat, putting a box down in front of Fiosa. She opens the box, revealing a golden cloth. She pulls out the note, looks at the cook, who leans down and whispers "It has the date and the time for the mayor's gathering, from that nice dark tiefling man."

A looks of absolute guilt passes over her face. Quietly, "I better go return it later then." With a quiet nod of certainty.

She almost swallows all of it, only a little of him escaping when she finally pulls of swallowing the remainder. She licks her lips, looking at him, quietly, "I think I can get better with practice."

Gozran 14/Calseinica
She does frown just a tad sadly at the no monkey, as true as it may be.

She goes into his arms, her own wrapping around him, smiling when he says his goals include her, meeting his kiss with verve. "Is your sister older or younger?" A pause, a little excited smile, "Can I met her?"

She look him up and down, and with absolute sincerity, "I promise that whatever I choose, my clothing will be more revealing." Her grin, "But I would very much like to get you something for the mayor's." Looks up, getting lost in his eyes for a bit, "Any guidelines I need to work around so that you are comfortable?"

Gozran 14/Janiven
Her head tucks into the nook of his body, one leg going over his, to bring their bodies closer. "No mask, it is you I want f!@&ing me. I just want to know that at any time I could find you in me, regardless of my training, of how good I am, that you are better." Her breathing picking up as she speaks, then she sits up a bit, "Just in case you decide to humor me one night, make sure you move the dagger under the pillow." Her voice frank, "Some reaction are a little more hardwired than I like to admit..."

Gozran 16/Thesing
The blond actor sneers at him a while longer, not doubt all the ways he Thesing is better than this worm flashing through his mind. Then he straightens, "Well... you can still be of use. Go find me someone who is good enough, it will earn you a five gold finder's fee if you have him here before curfew." Then he closes the door in Cassian's face.

Gozran 14/post-shopping
"No armor but I think I saw a big heavy stick in the alley around the corner, I'll use that." She looks around his apartment, a little guilt in the shadows of his eyes, quietly, "It's not anything that needs... a plate."

A bit later in the week, at some indeterminate time when Gravlax and Mathalen are alone.
She raises her eyebrow, smiling playing on her lips. "Well, since he is you, even if you aren't him, I would rather be there to make sure you don't die." Her voice dropping off at the end, soft, serious.

After work shopping
The girl looks at Amaya for all of five seconds, walking down one of the crowded asiles, pulling down five dresses. Handing them over, "Dressing room back there, if you want to try them on." One of those ends up being the black sheathe that Amaya is wearing, the other also flattering, most more revealing than the final outfit chosen.

As he speaks, he gently teases one of her nipples with his thumb. "Now, Cali... I want to introduce you to positions. I don't know how much experience you had with that other man, but I feel we should try at least a few out. So I'm thinking we begin with you on top, move into me on top, then finish with you on all fours?"

Gozran 14/Calseinica

She goes into his arms, her own wrapping around him, smiling when he says his goals include her, meeting his kiss with verve. "Is your sister older or younger?" A pause, a little excited smile, "Can I met her?"

"Younger. And sure, you can meet her. Are you... allowed? To stay out, I mean? We're not wealthy, so meals here tend to be, well... street food. Or take out from the tavern down the street."

She look him up and down, and with absolute sincerity, "I promise that whatever I choose, my clothing will be more revealing." Her grin, "But I would very much like to get you something for the mayor's." Looks up, getting lost in his eyes for a bit, "Any guidelines I need to work around so that you are comfortable?"

"I'll have blades concealed in my sleeves, so nothing too tight in the forearm, but nothing that gaps open either." He flicks his wrist, catching the dagger as it shoots out, then shows her his sleeve. "I need about that much room."

Gozran 14/Janiven
He lets out a happy little groan. "You are a dangerous woman," he murmurs, taking obvious pleasure in that fact. "For it to be perfect... do you want front door?" he asks, reaching between her legs to stroke her vulva, "Or back?" The hand dips a little deeper.

Gozran 16/Thesing
"@#*! me," Cassian mutters to himself, heading back to wherever Janiven has hidden herself. "The toad wants me to do the legwork. Hire someone who will do it. I feel like we should just get the dottari now, have them send a man undercover."

Gozran 13/Fiosa

She does seem interested and enjoys the parts of the story Rev is able to get to before they reach the safehouse. "So there were devolved savages that started worshiping flesh eaters instead of Asomodeus." Consideringly, "That must have pissed off the Prince of Lies."

Rev shrugs, "You know, I'm not actually on speaking terms with him, so I wouldn't know. But it's probably a safe assumption." Not that he wants to be on speaking terms with Asmodeus.

"So any grand adventures in your future?"

"He's not much for plans, stupid or otherwise," Gravlax says, giving Rev a dark look, which continues for a bit even after Rev turns to Arael to discuss the nature of his rot grub wounds.

Gravlax shakes his head. "I am well aware," he says to Rev finally.

To Fiosa, "Good luck."

To Arael, "Thank you again."

To Mathalen, "I think I am as well as I can be, barring perhaps a night's sleep. Shall we?"

Rev shrugs at Gravlax's dark look.

"Have fun." He says to Gravlax and Mathalen as they head out. His tone is surprisingly sincere.

Azhar looks up, grins, "Working at the Glassworks. Taking 'maya shopping for something to wear at the "Cornucopia". Going out looking for 'pests' with Gravlax, learning a little more about the area at night." he seems to have a very positive outlook on all of the above. "What about you?"

Rev shakes his head. "Nothing remotely as varied. Healing people. That's about it." He replies, his tone somewhat... 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 bluff unhappy, even though he attempts to sound like he is happy for his brother... which he actually is, he isn't unhappy on Azhar's account... it's just his heart is somewhere else, and when he's alone he has time to brood on that. "So you're hunting pests? Like what... Shadows? Should you be out there at night?"

Calseinica smiles at Yuuki, who nods back politely, the soul of the polite shopkeeper who isn't listening to the conversation. Calseinica, "Not an emergency, really... But I can go look for him if you give some places that might work." She smiles, "People tend to be very nice when you are trying to find someone."

"Calseinica, I..." Azhar sighs, "I'm not sure it would be a good idea for you to be wandering alone in the areas that he frequents." he looks at her appraisingly, "Why don't you try The (Drunken Halibut or the Poached Parrot - enter name of existing dives that Cassian would actually be at)?" he looks at her clearly having a bit of a moral quandary, "And Calseinica...don't go following anyone you don't know, okay? If you don't turn up anything by about 2:30pm, come back here and I'll help you find him, okay?"

After work shopping

The girl looks at Amaya for all of five seconds, walking down one of the crowded asiles, pulling down five dresses. Handing them over, "Dressing room back there, if you want to try them on." One of those ends up being the black sheathe that Amaya is wearing, the other also flattering, most more revealing than the final outfit chosen.

Azhar smiles at the shop girl, "Thank you." turns to Amaya, "Please?"

Gozran 13/safehouse

Arael starts to examine both spots, quite a competent doctor based on the quiet observations he makes to himself before he lays a hand on Rev's arm pulling out a Iomedean sword symbol, which slowly begins to glow as his chants quietly.

It does take awhile though.

After Gravlax and Mathalen have left, Rev asks, quietly, and straightforwardly, "So what's your issue with Ailyn?" His tone is not attacky, belligerent, or anything else but curious.

Rev shakes his head. "Nothing remotely as varied. Healing people. That's about it." He replies, his tone somewhat... 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 bluff unhappy, even though he attempts to sound like he is happy for his brother... which he actually is, he isn't unhappy on Azhar's account... it's just his heart is somewhere else, and when he's alone he has time to brood on that. "So you're hunting pests? Like what... Shadows? Should you be out there at night?"

"Giant snakes, so far. Though I doubt that's what's keeping the townsfolk in at night." Azhar looks at Rev. It's a cautiously evaluating look. "Ailyn, Sasha...or something else?"

Her smile lights up the room when she feels his body stir, her hand going down to encourage in movement. With a smile, "More?" Her question cut off with the gasp caused by his fingers on her nipple. She follows the discussion of positions until, "All fours?" Her hand moving softly over him, teasing him upright.

Gozran 4/Calseinica

"Younger. And sure, you can meet her. Are you... allowed? To stay out, I mean? We're not wealthy, so meals here tend to be, well... street food. Or take out from the tavern down the street."

"After curfew you mean?" A long pause, "If I have a reason, like the mayor's party." She blushes slightly, "I've never really asked." Then she smiles, "And I'm sure the food here is better than anything I could make." With unabashed honesty.

"I'll have blades concealed in my sleeves, so nothing too tight in the forearm, but nothing that gaps open either." He flicks his wrist, catching the dagger as it shoots out, then shows her his sleeve. "I need about that much room."

"And you wear those all the time." Not question. "Can you show me again?" Watching closely as he reload the dagger, seeing just how much space she has to work with. She nods, a bright smile, "Do you have some time in a day or so to go shopping? So you can try on clothes? Or do you just want me to pick something?"

Gozran 14/Janiven
She moans as his hand strokes her through her pants. She considers, liking both ideas in her green eyes, although her moan is a little deeper when his hand goes back. She chuckles low, "I'll be realistic here... it depends on if I'm sleeping on my back or my stomach when you find me."

A pause as she moves against his hand, "No stealing you off when we are following Thesing, might not be safe for Tarvi." Her voice serious, "But the time after that..." Promise then a sigh, "Then you just have to come up with new fantasties."

Gozran 16/Thesing
Janiven considers that for a moment, Tarvi just looks offended, giving the one of the windows of Thesing's apartment a death glare. Tarvi mutters, quietly, "Stupid peacock actor, bossing people around."

Janiven smiles slightly at Tarvi, then to Cassian, "If we can find a honest dottari, maybe." A pause, "One that isn't a theater fan, one that won't automatically arrest you. But if we can find the right person, far less that can go wrong." Both women smile, ready to back his plan, either way.

Gozran/safehouse post-Gravlax
The chanting comes to an end, a familiar warmth spreading through Rev's body healing him of 1d4 ⇒ 2 Strength damage.

Arael moves back slightly, "It isn't her personally, I just disagree with her methods of information gathering." A pause, "She has always been willing to put people in risk if it can help her achieve her goals. A shrug, "I do respect her goals, most of the time."

Gozran 19/post-work
Rev comes home to find a familiar, small brown haired woman. As he comes up the stairs, down the hallway, Fiosa looks. "Hello, Rev." She is holding, carefully, a familiar dress box.

Rev wrote:

"Nothing remotely as varied. Healing people. That's about it." He replies, his tone somewhat... 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 bluff unhappy, even though he attempts to sound like he is happy for his brother... which he actually is, he isn't unhappy on Azhar's account... it's just his heart is somewhere else, and when he's alone he has time to brood on that. "So you're hunting pests? Like what... Shadows? Should you be out there at night?"

"Giant snakes, so far. Though I doubt that's what's keeping the townsfolk in at night."Azhar looks at Rev. It's a cautiously evaluating look. "Ailyn, Sasha...or something else?"

In which case the comment would have been, "Don't know, that's all Gravlax said, but I doubt 'pests' are what's been keeping people indoors at night. I'm planning on taking on taking Amaya out on training exercises in the future."

"So what's troubling you, Ailyn, Sasha or something else."

Gozran 13/leaving the safehouse

"I think it was the way Arael referred to the woman who came up with this whole 'act in the play to get access to the mayor' plan. Rev is the one who brought her in to us." Gravlax shrugs. "I don't understand why he says things the way he does. Maybe it's a curse." Gravlax is completely serious, but resumes walking toward his apartment.

Gozran 14/post-shopping

"Then, no plate," Gravlax says, looking around his apartment as well, perplexed. "But if you can manage in armor, I would like you to wear one of mine. I have two, and cannot wear more than one at a time. You are also welcome to one of my blades if either suits you. Let's aim to both survive this evening."

A bit later in the week, at some indeterminate time when Gravlax and Mathalen are alone.

"All right," Gravlax says. "Next question. Do you want to go as yourself, or would you like me to disguise you as well? I have no idea if there is anything in your past that would ... contra-indicate showing up at the Mayor's house in fancy clothes. I would rather not put you -- or myself -- in more danger than is strictly necessary."

Very gently, he guides her up over him, so she is poised over his hardness. "Your choice, jewel. All your choice."

Gozran 14/Calseinica
"I have some time now," he says. "Or I have a little time tomorrow afternoon?"

Gozran 14/Janiven
"I'll be thinking. In the meantime, I think it's time to get started on the first one." He kisses her and stands, fetching her sword. "This. And nothing else."

Gozran 16/Thesing
"Let's give it a shot." Cassian will head to the local dottari, steeling himself the whole way. "You know, this is not something I ever thought I'd be doing."

She shrugs, "Sadly par for Cheliaxian entertainment." She smiles, "You did so well though." A pause, "It was the rot grub and that creepy as hell priest lurking backstage that got to me."

i will admit to not being overly fond of either

later than conversation

Her white eyes go wide, "You mean that plan worked?" She smiles, "I'd be happy to go with you."

At that moment there cook clears her throat, putting a box down in front of Fiosa. She opens the box, revealing a golden cloth. She pulls out the note, looks at the cook, who leans down and whispers "It has the date and the time for the mayor's gathering, from that nice dark tiefling man."

A looks of absolute guilt passes over her face. Quietly, "I better go return it later then." With a quiet nod of certainty.

oh Melilot says, did you already have a date