| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She shakes her head, a harder look in her pale eyes than there was previously. "She disappeared two days ago. A very valuable bust of Lord Asmodeus went missing at the same time."
"That's terrible. Taking advantage of your kindness in hiring her." Rev says. "How was her work ethic up to that point?" He asks. "Who recommended her to you?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar shrugs, "maybe we can catch it in a net temporarily...or more likely, possibly take it down without killing it." he sighs, shaking his head again. "Maybe."
"Well, it's up to you and Gravlax I guess. But I'll ask Jask in case he knows someone. Would definitely be easier than trying to capture one and have me be-spell it."
Rev goes to Jask at his first opportunity after Azhar asks him about speaking the gargoyle language. Once admitted into Jasks home, Rev says, "Sorry to impose, but Azhar is looking for someone who speaks ... I don't know what it's called... but the language of the earth? I was wondering if you knew anyone?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Well, it's up to you and Gravlax I guess. But I'll ask Jask in case he knows someone. Would definitely be easier than trying to capture one and have me be-spell it."
Azhar nods, "Thanks Rev. I appreciate it."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She puts a hand on his arm, "Lead on, darling." She is neither a good actress nor a good liar, but most of the people in the room probably don't notice.
...With quite a bit of amusement as she watches Azhar and Amaya, "Not to worry, my legs work just fine."
Rev is every bit the gentleman as he escorts her up the stairs. He shakes his head at his brother's antics, but doesn't say anything.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Antonio attempts a snake. That is to say, he gets as far as lifting it from his plate, and when it writhes, he drops it. He tries with another snake, to the same result. He shrugs, laughs, and says, "These must be good spirits -- I could swear these sausages are moving."
Rev grins at Antonio. "They are moving, dear sir. It's not the spirits. Although, those are very good indeed." As other people start smoking tobaccos and drinking heavily and what not, Rev lights up a cigar he has brought along for the ride, and smokes at least a little bit of it.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar nods, "Thanks Rev. I appreciate it."
Rev shrugs. "So, when's your girl coming over for dinner?" He asks. "Are you guys officially dating... or is that something you're still working on?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Rev shrugs. "So, when's your girl coming over for dinner?" He asks. "Are you guys officially dating... or is that something you're still working on?"
"Don't know." Azhar grins sheepishly, "honestly, if we're talking strictly dinner, I'd rather go to her place hands down. Her mom can cook with the best of 'em. As for the other thing, you'll have to ask her."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Don't know." Azhar grins sheepishly, "honestly, if we're talking strictly dinner, I'd rather go to her place hands down. Her mom can cook with the best of 'em. As for the other thing, you'll have to ask her."
"Ah, I hardly think I'd be invited to dinner at your girlfriend's parent's place. Especially considering I'm not half angel. Maybe I'll just treat the two of you to dinner at a restaurant somewhere instead."
A small grin. "Ask her and embarrass you in the process. I just might be up for that." He teases his little brother.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax nods slowly. "I agree with you, but for the opposite reason. Mortals with sufficient power cease to be like us, I would say. Why would the gods be any different? That ... might be one of the reasons I choose to have as little as possible to do with them directly."
Gravlax sets down his (empty) glass, stands, stretches. "I do not envy your task, but a small part of me envies you for having such a task. Although it does not always seem to give you pleasure," and Gravlax hazards a small smile at his large understatement.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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She shakes her head, not able to find the words.
Gravlax says, and lowers his voice to make it easier for the others to not listen.
Gravlax smiles. "It's behind us." He turns. "Something must be wrong with my senses -- that snake is starting to smell tasty."
"So once we do or do not find someone who may be able to speak to the gargoyle, how do we get in touch with either of you?"
"I have an apartment not far from here," Gravlax says. "Or you could catch me when I leave the Courts in the afternoon."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax complies. He doesn't try to talk as she works on his tension, although wordless grunting noises manage to squeeze out.
Strangely enough, although the knots relax somewhat, the overall tension level remains high. He, too, is distracted.
When she is finished, he rolls over, slowly. "Thank you," he says. "That helped. Are you ready for the last wish?"
Gravlax takes a moment to stretch and do some knee bends.
"I will gladly help you get naked," he says, and unbuttons/unlaces carefully and thoroughly. "And I am glad to see that you were putting the high heels to good use at the end there, although I honestly was not expecting...." He trails off, unexpectedly at a loss for words.
He keeps his Antonio on, although it looks strange to see "Antonio" wearing a slightly-bloodstained scribe's uniform. The armor goes back on atop it.
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She shakes her head, a harder look in her pale eyes than there was previously. "She disappeared two days ago. A very valuable bust of Lord Asmodeus went missing at the same time.""That's terrible. Taking advantage of your kindness in hiring her." Rev says. "How was her work ethic up to that point?" He asks. "Who recommended her to you?"
"Adequate." She replies with a shrug, "Another one of the staff, one that has been quite satisfactory for many years."
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She looks at Rev, a slight smile playing on her lips, "Realistic." A small shrug, "'Sides practical means you are rarely disappointed.""And here I took you for a romantic. After all, you defied convention and reason to attend this gala with a Tiefling. Our entire relationship is based on a lie. A lie! Oh how tragic." Rev gets very dramatic. There are gestures and fake swooning. It might even be funny... 1d20 + 6 bluff!
One side of her mouth lifts in an amused smile, "Oh, yes. Such a romantic I am."
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Azhar blinks, giving her a very genuine smile, "I'll be right back." he tells her softly, then brushes her lips with another quick kiss, attends to the cooking snakes before returning.
Amaya blushes at the kiss, quickly glancing at the other pair to make sure the action hadn't been observed. However, when Azhar goes over to the fire to tend to the thick slabs of snake meat, her purple eyes watch him.
Gravlax says, and lowers his voice to make it easier for the others to not listen.
Gravlax smiles. "It's behind us." He turns. "Something must be wrong with my senses -- that snake is starting to smell tasty."
Her hand squeezes his, a small nod. Then a smile.
"And gargoyles, I would assume." he looks away, thinking for a moment. "Okay, maybe spells then. Thanks for the information."
He shrugs, "Never met an gargoyle so never had to speak to one." The half-elf half smiles, "Happy to be of assistance." There is a breif pause for a moment, as if Arael wants to add something, but just waves goodbye.
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She looks around, "Probably not too late if we head out to the main road." Pointing in the direction they would need to go. "But it's expensive."
Not quite able to see everything that he is feeling, her free hand pats his, "Probably not as well as you would like." She shrugs, "But that's because you are a better person than you believe you are." In her own blank eyes there is faith, both in herself and in him.
She nods her head, "So be aware that when I say that I need to go it is because I have some work to get done, not because you've managed to chase me off." That sure stubbornness she's shown before and a tad of friendly teasing in her tone.
The old man thinks for a moment, "Probably terran." He shakes his head, "It's normally summoners that speak the outer languages, but in this country, they really only summon the infernal." He is moving a tad slower in the damp weather as he moves about to make coffee for Rev, "That's the problem with an entire region specializing, can't find anything different."
She looks at the expansive bed, shakes her head with a chuckle. "That just seems... unnecessarily excessive." She picks up her sword and bow as he washes his face. At his question about clothes, she nods and motions to the door. "I'll go get the others in order while you change."
As he turns she looks down and up his body, her ears reddening again.
She nods, slowly, her eyes watching his.
She shrugs, "People are people, whether high or low. Most can't hold their morals against drink." And she doesn't say a thing, but her skin goosebumps under his fingers as undresses her.
She pulls on shirt and pants, then shoes, ready.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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As she reveals herself, he lets out a contented sigh. "Gods, you're beautiful."
He nods, trying to focus on the task at hand. "A new trick. Instead of stroking me with your hands, use your breasts. To get your mouth in proper position, your chin will almost have to touch your neck. You'll have to take off that gorgeous piece though," he says somewhat reluctantly, stroking the pretty material.
"Nope. No one knows about us, as far as I know. And no one would know that you know."
A distracted Cassian nods. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. You should do that." When she's out of the room, he digs into his pack and gets out his armor, putting that on quickly, and buckling the rapier on his hip. Then, he's out the door and heading for the attic.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Ah, I hardly think I'd be invited to dinner at your girlfriend's parent's place. Especially considering I'm not half angel. Maybe I'll just treat the two of you to dinner at a restaurant somewhere instead."
A small grin. "Ask her and embarrass you in the process. I just might be up for that." He teases his little brother.
Azhar does not answer the first, eyebrows raise and a small shrug of agreement on the second.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"I have an apartment not far from here," Gravlax says. "Or you could catch me when I leave the Courts in the afternoon."
"When are the Courts done for the day?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Amaya blushes at the kiss, quickly glancing at the other pair to make sure the action hadn't been observed. However, when Azhar goes over to the fire to tend to the thick slabs of snake meat, her purple eyes watch him.
When he returns, Azhar tries to give her as many other such "unobserved" situations as possible, though he does keep a careful eye on the cooking snake meat as well.
Gravlax smiles. "It's behind us." He turns. "Something must be wrong with my senses -- that snake is starting to smell tasty."Her hand squeezes his, a small nod. Then a smile.
Sometime later, as Azhar moves to tend to the barbecue, "How would you like to apportion these? I would assume we can each take what we want and I believe last time Larko made sure the rest had a happy home, though if you know people that could use it, feel free to take for them as well."
He shrugs, "Never met an gargoyle so never had to speak to one." The half-elf half smiles, "Happy to be of assistance." There is a breif pause for a moment, as if Arael wants to add something, but just waves goodbye.
Azhar notices the pause and hesitates himself. "Something else?" he asks.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax ensures that Azhar knows (a) where he lives, and (b) when he leaves work.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Her hands go to her waist, caressing the material. oh A soft sound, a blush, "I had imagined that you'd be taking it off when I put it on..." but she smiles as her hands first go to the ties holding up the stockings freeing them. Then, as she watches his blue eyes, behind her, slowly working at the ties there. When the garment no longer clings to her curves she pulls it off.
Then, dressed in just as little as she was at the end of her small fashion show earlier, she leans forward, blushing as her hands rest on his still clothed legs, the image of her so naked and wanton counter to him still clothed flashing through her eyes. Her head dips, tasting, her full body skimming lightly over his hardness.
Her eyes grow wide, a little worried, "But I'm not as good at secrets as you." A small frown, "I don't want to be the one who gives you away."
A pause, a smile, a small laugh, "I guess my living with you didn't really put a crimp in your lifestyle."
As Cassian is heading out the door, he see Janiven, fully armed again, leaning in the shadows. She looks at his armament, "So the scouting went well?"
The Tien restuarant pairs the meat with a small selection of pickled sides - daikon, seaweed, etc.
The surprise meal is welcome. Arata and the men dig in with verve (or at least the two men that work the crucibles do once Yuuki provides them with a fork). Yuuki on the other hand, eats slowly, carefully tasting each portion of the meal.
Later, when they are alone, she says quietly. "Overall quite good, however..." and then goes into how to improve the seasoning and even cook of the meat, including a few methods to make it more tender.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax's eyes travel up to hers. "How best to...?"
He squirms a bit, and sits up, leaning into her for a long kiss.
He takes a minute to catch his breath after the kiss. The red never leaves his face, even when his breathing comes back. "Maybe ... got it. If you will get on all fours on the bed, and I will sort of slide underneath, and I think the third wish will start to make sense."
Gravlax gives the back of her neck a quick kiss as he finishes the unfastening, before he moves on to his own outfit.
When prepared, he nods to Mathalen, and sets out into the hall.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Very good," he says, stroking her hair. "Now I want you to practice. Full strokes and taking me as deep as you can. If you build me slow and steady, keeping the pressure on, you'll pull quite something from me."
"Well, I don't have either of them over yet," he says with a smirk. "Don't worry. If you do give me away, I have it coming. I mean neither of them have had the 'we're exclusive' conversation with me. I don't know if I'm doing anything wrong, and honestly, it has only just started feeling wrong." He sighs. "And yet, the idea of picking one just makes me want to dump the both of them."
Cassian swallows a laugh. "Found something in the attic. Pretty sure that's the vault." He pauses. "Are you the only one out here?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Yuuki on the other hand, eats slowly, carefully tasting each portion of the meal.
Later, when they are alone, she says quietly. "Overall quite good, however..." and then goes into how to improve the seasoning and even cook of the meat, including a few methods to make it more tender.
Azhar listens attentively, then responds "Thank you Mrs. Kaijitsu. I will try to remember your suggestions the next time the opportunity presents itself." He smiles appreciatively. He really is interested in learning.
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Her body moves against his during the long kiss, a happy moan deep in her throat. Lids hooded, she thinks about his words, mind working. One eyebrow lifts, brushing a kiss softly on his lips,
She looks down the length of his body, understanding dawning in her eyes. "At the same time? That sounds like it would be distracting but," another soft kiss before she starts to move, "your wish, my command."
She almost nods, but with her mouth occupied she decides that action would not be the best idea. And then does as he requests, a little figuring on how to keep her body touching him as long as possible on the downstroke, but with a proud little glimmer in her brown eyes she takes the full length of him on a growing number of those long, full strokes.
She can't quite tell him that what he is doing is right, because it isn't but she does lean over and gives him a hug. "If you make them happy and you are happy when you are with them, then I am happy for you."
Looks up with interest in her green eyes, then she nods, "For a little bit, at least. I'm sure everyone else will be pouring out as soon as they get into armor, or out of costume."
A small smile, "But I don't know if this moment would quite count as 'on a mission'."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"We both need to breathe," Gravlax says, absolutely scarlet, his own breathing accelerating, as if to make the point. "But I think it will be distracting, in the best way."
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She finishs moving, on her knees and hands. Looks over her shoulder at him, "I don't know... breathing can be over rated..." definitely teasing.
A smile, "But the depends on your priorities."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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He shrugs, "Never met an gargoyle so never had to speak to one." The half-elf half smiles, "Happy to be of assistance." There is a breif pause for a moment, as if Arael wants to add something, but just waves goodbye.Azhar notices the pause and hesitates himself. "Something else?" he asks.
After waiting for a while he continues. "Oh, by the way. Last time we had some boar meat, Larko took care of distributing it for us. We have a quantity of snake meat. Should I ask him again or do you have other ideas?"
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Prioirities are definitely askew," he says, and wriggles into place underneath her. "Ready when you are."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Lovely," he says. "Now don't forget your tongue."
Cassian sighs. "Someday I'd like to be the person you think I am."
"You have anything you want to ask me? Anything you want to say?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Fiosa
She looks around, "Probably not too late if we head out to the main road." Pointing in the direction they would need to go. "But it's expensive." (By which she means it would probably cost a few gold.)Fiosa Dress
Not quite able to see everything that he is feeling, her free hand pats his, "Probably not as well as you would like." She shrugs, "But that's because you are a better person than you believe you are." In her own blank eyes there is faith, both in herself and in him.She nods her head, "So be aware that when I say that I need to go it is because I have some work to get done, not because you've managed to chase me off." That sure stubbornness she's shown before and a tad of friendly teasing in her tone.
Jask 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
The old man thinks for a moment, "Probably terran." He shakes his head, "It's normally summoners that speak the outer languages, but in this country, they really only summon the infernal." He is moving a tad slower in the damp weather as he moves about to make coffee for Rev, "That's the problem with an entire region specializing, can't find anything different."Janiven - in their room (they are sharing a room, correct? yep)
She looks at the expansive bed, shakes her head with a chuckle. "That just seems... unnecessarily excessive." She picks up her sword and bow as he washes his face. At his question about clothes, she nods and motions to the door. "I'll go get the others in order while you change."
"Well, fair maiden, lets get a carriage and get you home." His smile is charming as he finds a carriage for them.
"Woman, you have no idea what your teasing and touches do." He tells her honestly. "But for future reference, never touch a man's leg, knee or otherwise... unless you intend to drive him crazy with lust... even if you don't think it's a big deal, he will probably get the wrong idea."
He lets go of her hand. "Are you ok carrying that back to your home by yourself? The box is nearly as tall as you are."
"Ah, well, it was worth a shot." He replies. "So Azhar wants to go talk to a baby gargoyle. Apparently Gravlax chased one off, and they think they can communicate with it, or something." He tells Jask. "I suppose I can try to share Taldane with it, magic could work... maybe. Wonder if Gargoyles are resistant to spells." He muses out loud as Jask makes the coffee. "Course I'd have to be able to touch it first, without it killing me. It could happen..."
"Thanks. Meet you out there in a couple of minutes."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Adequate." She replies with a shrug, "Another one of the staff, one that has been quite satisfactory for many years."
"How unusual. Maybe it's a fluke... but... could it be a conspiracy of sorts? I mean... perhaps the servant was set up as the fall person? Made to disappear so suspicion never falls on the real culprit. It's a mystery." He says.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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One side of her mouth lifts in an amused smile, "Oh, yes. Such a romantic I am."
Rev says, sounding quite serious... "You must be a romantic, you're far to dour in your disposition to be anything but. Clearly you hide the soul of a poet. An artist. No... you're... more of - a muse." Every word dramatic. Perhaps he should go into soap operas. He winks at Janiven.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar does not answer the first, eyebrows raise and a small shrug of agreement on the second.
Rev says to Azhar, "Well seriously though, what do you think your chances become, when the nice girl's family realizes your older brother isn't only a bastard, but a Tiefling. This is Cheliax Azhar." He sighs. He doesn't normally pull the Tiefling card. Maybe something's on his mind. Or maybe he actually thinks his heritage could pose a problem for his brother. Perhaps it's a bit of a mixture.
"Anyway, I'll treat dinner after the show and party are done with." He says. "Have her pick the place."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Anyway, I'll treat dinner after the show and party are done with." He says. "Have her pick the place."
Azhar looks at Rev for several seconds, one eyebrow partially raised. Finally he answers, "All right, Rev. I'll ask her. Let you know when I get a response."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gravlax nods slowly. "I agree with you, but for the opposite reason. Mortals with sufficient power cease to be like us, I would say. Why would the gods be any different? That ... might be one of the reasons I choose to have as little as possible to do with them directly."
Gravlax sets down his (empty) glass, stands, stretches. "I do not envy your task, but a small part of me envies you for having such a task. Although it does not always seem to give you pleasure," and Gravlax hazards a small smile at his large understatement.
"Probably safer that way while you're alive. Although it leaves the afterlife in a bit of a snag. But then, I suppose you don't want to be serving some know-it-all-god in the afterlife. It's bad enough you have to work for a living when you're alive... but then you get to do it without pay when you're dead? Never seemed that appealing to me." He says.
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"Adequate." She replies with a shrug, "Another one of the staff, one that has been quite satisfactory for many years.""How unusual. Maybe it's a fluke... but... could it be a conspiracy of sorts? I mean... perhaps the servant was set up as the fall person? Made to disappear so suspicion never falls on the real culprit. It's a mystery." He says.
She smiles, "I've found that most of the time the simple answer is the truth."
"But, I've never been an optimist."
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One side of her mouth lifts in an amused smile, "Oh, yes. Such a romantic I am."Rev says, sounding quite serious... "You must be a romantic, you're far to dour in your disposition to be anything but. Clearly you hide the soul of a poet. An artist. No... you're... more of - a muse." Every word dramatic. Perhaps he should go into soap operas. He winks at Janiven.
She chuckles low in her throat, shaking her head at Rev's antics.
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Everyone gets themselves ready and heads out to the common hallway finding Janiven leaning against the wall, quiet. Her eyes mark each person that comes out into the hallway, faint notes of concern at Amaya, Fiosa, and Mathalen's presence, but she doesn't voice an objection. Once the large group is ready, She looks at Cassian, checking if there is anything he needs to add, dangers, traps, dust mites.
Almost before he speaks, her head dips down, nothing tentative in her movement as she teases him with just her tongue.
Her eyes go wide, a slight apologetic wince in them as her tongue starts to move, teasing as she moves up and down. Then her breath, pulling, adding just a tad more pressure.
She grins, "You are the person I think you are." She says with a confident smile, "It's just I'm the only one who sees that person."
She looks at him, green eyes steady. "I have some questions but," her head cocking slightly as she hears something, "not the time." A pause, then quietly, "You might want to leave her a note, so she doesn't go looking for you and get in trouble."
Hailing a carriage is quick and easy, except that the driver recognizes Rev and gushes over the actor, asking questions about the play.
Her eyes go a bit wider as just how serious he is being. Quietly, head bowed, a little shame in her voice,
She takes a step back, "No... I carried it over here, I can get it home safe." She looks up at him, "But thank you."
One of the man's salt and pepper eyebrows raises, "Ah, yes. Chatting with creatures that want to rip out your innards and eat you." A pause, "Sounds just like the island. But no, they are resistant to mundane weapons, but I've never heard of any resistance to magic."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She smiles, [b]"I've found that most of the time the simple answer is the truth."
"But, I've never been an optimist."
"Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." He smiles back at her. "I shall be optimistic enough for the both of us, then." He offers, with a small nod.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She chuckles low in her throat, shaking her head at Rev's antics.
"I blame the booze." Rev grins at Janiven. The booze he hasn't been drinking.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Everyone gets themselves ready and heads out to the common hallway finding Janiven leaning against the wall, quiet. Her eyes mark each person that comes out into the hallway, faint notes of concern at Amaya, Fiosa, and Mathalen's presence, but she doesn't voice an objection. Once the large group is ready, She looks at Cassian, checking if there is anything he needs to add, dangers, traps, dust mites.
Rev enters the hallway, likely before the majority of the group. He waits for everyone to arrive in silence; when Janiven speaks, he nods agreement and waits for Cassian to add anything that might be important.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Fiosa
Hailing a carriage is quick and easy, except that the driver recognizes Rev and gushes over the actor, asking questions about the play.Fiosa dress
Her eyes go a bit wider as just how serious he is being. Quietly, head bowed, a little shame in her voice, "okay"She takes a step back, "No... I carried it over here, I can get it home safe." She looks up at him, "But thank you."
Jask 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
One of the man's salt and pepper eyebrows raises, "Ah, yes. Chatting with creatures that want to rip out your innards and eat you." A pause, "Sounds just like the island. But no, they are resistant to mundane weapons, but I've never heard of any resistance to magic."
Rev is very polite, answering questions and what not. But he makes certain that Fiosa is not ignored. He makes funny faces at her at least twice.
"Oh, chin up." He says softly to her, as his left hand gently nudges her chin up before she looks up at him of her own volition. Even with her taking a step back, he can still reach her with no trouble. When her blank eyes meet his golden ones, he is smiling softly. He's not upset at her. "You can't help my reaction, it's not your fault. I apologize for not being a gentleman and for not handling it better."
"Well, that's good. Azhar can probably overpower it if need be. So... tell me... what have you been up to? Read any good books lately?
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax (still in his "Antonio" disguise -- but dressed in his scribe's clothing bloodied in the fight against the Bastards of Erebus) speaks quietly.
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| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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When the cooking is done and Gravlax and Mathalen go there separate ways, Azhar sees Amaya safely home. The corner before they reach her house his hand slips to her waist and he pulls her in close against him looking deep into her eyes with a slightly mischievous look. "Thank you for coming out with us tonight, dear." his hands slide down from her lower back to the soft flesh beneath, over the clothes if it would not hinder his actions, under if it would. He grips her firmly, drawing her up and against him as his bends just slightly to meet her, supporting her weight against him. "Something to remember me by, my love." he murmurs into her mouth. His kiss is longer and more passionate then in the past, his tongue exploring hers.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Everyone gets themselves ready and heads out to the common hallway finding Janiven leaning against the wall, quiet. Her eyes mark each person that comes out into the hallway, faint notes of concern at Amaya, Fiosa, and Mathalen's presence, but she doesn't voice an objection. Once the large group is ready, She looks at Cassian, checking if there is anything he needs to add, dangers, traps, dust mites.
Cassian shakes his head.
He grins, letting his paramour take her time. After all, he has all night. When release finally comes, it is slow, powerful, and long. When he finally finishes shuddering, he checks on the lovely girl between his legs. "Lovely," he says, stroking her hair.
On the day of Thesing's arrest, Cassian grabs Tarvi and takes her to a place within sight of Thesing's, but not immediately visible to the actor.
Cassian nods. "Fair enough and you're right."
He disappears back into the room and quickly leaves a note for Calseinica. "Gone exploring. Will return. Stay put and lock your door. C."
He returns to the hall and Janiven, giving her a once over. he decides.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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The end of his words escapes in a rush, and he gasps. He pauses for a moment, then leans upward, completing the circle. He starts slowly, wanting to gauge her reaction through what he can hear, what he can feel.