Azhar snorts, looks over at Gravlax. "I wear a loose fitting robe. What do you think me? A titan?" he shakes his head with something of a grimace. "Somehow, I don't think that will be an issue."
Millech snorts, "As long as you keep the pent-up fustration in the quips, Nonon won't care one way or another if you can follow through on them." A pause, "And I'll be doing the make-up... The fine ladies of the gentry won't have a clue that you are young." His voice gruff, "I promise."
And then finally, to Rev. "If you plan on wearing that during the performance, you'd best put it on... Need to refit the cut of formal jacket to disguise the bulk under it." And the dark suit that Millech grabs from the rack will, indeed, goes well with the rakish hairstyle and Rev's irreverent attitude.
Azhar snorts, looks over at Gravlax. "I wear a loose fitting robe. What do you think me? A titan?" he shakes his head with something of a grimace. "Somehow, I don't think that will be an issue."
Antonio shakes his head, and turns back to his script. "You misunderstand me, sir. This is a good start."
"I can wear it, or not. You're the expert. You tell me." He asks Millech, quite seriously.
rev is either unwilling or unable to attack without harming his allies and takes umbrage if they take any steps to protect themselves
cassian has a highly inflated opinion of his own competence which may very well get him killed the day he encounters someone who outmatches him
and i am reasonably certain that gravlax is actually certifiably mad
so given that we are working together about as well as might be reasonably expected
She sits, her hand trailing up his arm before she releases the touch completely. She eats neatly, properly, asking about the ruins you found on Smugglar's Shiv knowing some of the basics but very little of the details.
All the while, under the table, her foot, now bare, runs up and down Rev's calf.
The food for the three of them is a delicious (and store bought from a mid to higher range food place) cold (equivalent of italian style) pasta salad. Olives, herbs and spices, pesto, grilled asparagus, peppers, eggplant, fresh mushrooms, a little garlic, and olive oil mixed with rotini pasta. There is roasted chicken, well seasoned. Fried chopped onions. Capers. Bread. Butter. Wine.
Rev doesn't really pay attention too much to the food. He seems distracted, watching her eat. When she asks about the ruins, he grins. "How much do you know?" He asks.
Rev:
Gozran 6/Fiosa
Charmed despite herself, the cook clucks her tongue, batting at the dark cleric before she bustles back into the warm, fire-light kitchen. As she wanders back, "What is this city coming to..."Fiosa chuckles, grinning that Rev, "You have been approved." In a very serious tone. She sits down easily, her bare feet sticking out from her worn skirts.
He smiles at the cook's retreating back.
"That's never happened before." He replies to Fiosa's assertion that he's been approved of, quite honestly.
"I can wear it, or not. You're the expert. You tell me." He asks Millech, quite seriously.
Millech's voice is calm, "Regardless of what the visbarontess has told the young Ms. Nymmis, most of the time Larazod dies in the six trials before the final torture." His eyes are not hopeful but honest, "Nonon wants a show that everyone survives... despite the odds. I'd recommend the armor."
Rev nods. He doesn't actually have a death wish. "Fair enough." He takes the suit, goes wherever one is supposed to go in order to change. And does the costuming thing, putting on the breastplate, before reappearing moments later.
oh A pause, "No... he wouldn't be happy about that..." Thinks, "I'll put aside some of the money I make for some healing potions from Arael..."
Azhar reaches up touches a finger to her lips, shakes his head. "I will get a wand. Can you use it?"
Looking up at him, "I can't tell Mother and Father about what I do with Janiven... If they don't know and I get caught, there is a chance that the law won't fall on thier heads... If they know..." Sadness in her eyes, a knowledge that what they are doing is dangerous and the need to give her loved ones a chance at safety.
He closes his eyes and looks away, symbolically giving her a moment of privacy, before looking back into her eyes. He'd like to tell her they will be all right, but he can't. They cannot be caught. He again reaches across, just takes her hands and holds them firmly until she is ready to move on.
Azhar pours each of them a small cup of warm Sake. He sits back listens and observes.
Antonio shakes his head, and turns back to his script. "You misunderstand me, sir. This is a good start."
Azhar looks at Gravlax blankly for a moment, then smiles and shakes his head.
"I understand," Gravlax says. "My own profession is not so active. Not enough of them pace while they dictate. Part of the reason I learned to fence was that it was a physical activity that was not unseemly."
Gravlax is careful to hold Mathalen's hand lightly.
"I rest my eyes by looking at things far away. Out across the city at dusk. At an art gallery or even a botanical garden. Even a woman sitting across the table is restful on the eyes after a day of reading and writing and standing."
Rev nods. He doesn't actually have a death wish. "Fair enough." He takes the suit, goes wherever one is supposed to go in order to change. And does the costuming thing, putting on the breastplate, before reappearing moments later.
Like the cliche blue and white of the paladin's costume, Larazod's costume is dark and angles, metal fittings and accents giving it a steampunk feel. The heavy fall of the cloth, combined with the but needed to disguise the armor beneath does make Rev look larger than his normal lean frame.
Once he has all the costumes pinned and fitted, Millech steal back the outfits, waving you all out of his vault. Up on the main stage, the other three actors are looking through the scripts, Thesing perhaps uncomfortably close to Calseinica .
Then something else sinks in, her eyes narrowing, "Rev hurt you?"
She shrugs, "Never tried, is there a way to test that?" Her hand squeezing his, letting him know that she is okay.
Her eyes find him, "I don't think the way I fight is very... seemly... but if you ever want a fencing partner..." The waiter returns with a slight clearing of his throat to remove the hands from his table. He places both dishs on the table, Mathalen's pasta black in a soft yellow sauce, Gravlax's layered eggplant cheese and a tasty red sauce.
Azhar, who was pretty much playing the part of disinterested observer, perks up a little. He looks over at Ailyn, eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "So you're a Pathfinder then?"
She shrugs, "Never tried, is there a way to test that?" Her hand squeezing his, letting him know that she is okay.
Azhar smiles, relieved, he withdraws one hand and takes a sushi roll and begins consuming it, talking inbetween bites. "Well, I'll buy one and maybe a couple of potions. We'll go out, do some training. If we take any injuries, we'll give the wand a try. If we're not able use it, I'll give it to someone else in the group who can."
perception: has she been using her right or left hand to eat with? he keeps a hold of the other one.
His currently violet eyes sparkle as he looks into her slightly brighter orbs. "'maya, I'm really excited about this."
Azhar enters and requests to see Arata.
"I could say the same to you." He chuckles. "Tell you what, you can pick my next girlfriend if I can pick your next boyfriend."
"Wildly wanton," he says, leaning down to kiss her which only spears her deeper. "Wickedly wanton," he says, repeating the motion, but holding the kiss even longer. "Wonderfully wanton." And this time he holds it, pressing his whole weight atop her, thrusting as deeply as he can, his mouth locked on hers as he loses himself within her.
He leans forward to take the grape from her, his hands drifting ever-so-slightly closer to her. With each pause, his words grow lower, huskier, his mouth closer to her. "Ah, but you only have to kiss him onstage. Backstage... in your chambers... in here... I'm yours to do with as you like."
Cassian pens a quick note and hands it to Rygel with instructions to deliver it to Melilot.
The note:
Blondie --
Watch that Visbaroness Delour. I don't like the looks of her. If you need me, shout, "And I love it!" and I'll come out of the woodwork to stab some people.
--Cass
Rev waits for Ailyn to answer Azhar's question before he fills her in on the adventure.
Fiosa smiles up at Rev. "In that case, I suggest making sure you eat all of the food, otherwise she'll think you don't like her cooking." She looks away from Rev, into the flowering section of the garden. She pushs herself up to her feet, wander a bit away and then coming back with a deeply blue flower. She hands it to Rev with a smile, "It has the same colors as you." She explains as she sits back down, ripping off a chunk of bread.
Rev grins down at the short blind woman. Sadly he still casts detect poison. He can't help himself. He tries the stew once he deems it safe. Takes the flower, studies it intently for a while in silence. Finally, "You see colors?" He tries the bread.
A little while after Millech measures Melilot so that he can work on the required scar-ness, a tiny capuchin monkey sneaks into the vault, slips Melilot a note and then sneaks out. He pokes her once to make sure she realizes she got it.
Blondie --
Watch that Visbaroness Delour. I don't like the looks of her. If you need me, shout, "And I love it!" and I'll come out of the woodwork to stab some people.
--Cass
"So... I'm relaxing?" With a tease in both voice and smile.
Gravlax is quite earnest when he nods and says, "Honesty and transparency are such a relief after dealing with those people all day. Any honesty." A sudden thought. "Er ... that didn't come out quite right."
Her eyes find him, "I don't think the way I fight is very... seemly... but if you ever want a fencing partner..."
"Please do," Gravlax says, only pulling his gaze away when the food arrives. "If I keep eating like this, I will need it."
Gravlax cuts his eggplant dish neatly in half.
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Her hand moves to squeeze his, "Me too..." The meal finishs up, even though she looks slightly sad to say it, "I need to get back..."
Nothing out of sort or discomforting happens on the walk back to the glassworks.
Yuuki waves for Azhar to go in. "You already missed my daughter, I had an errand she needed to run, if it's her you are looking for." She warns.
She considers that for all of five seconds, shakes her head. Then pauses, "But if I come across someone who would be perfect, I may take you up on that bet."
She flops down on the bed next to him, "So... I don't know if she's already searched my room and taken the stash of things I have hidden... but can you help me sneak into my room. 'If you don't want to be a obedient daughter then, like any shopgirl, you have no reason to go upstairs to our family's living quarters.'" Tarvi's voice hitting the strident points that their Mother's would.
The deep thrusts, his lips, the places inside that he rubs against, is enough for her already primed body to lose itself again. She falls back down against the mattress, one leg slipping down off his shoulder to twist around his waist, her arms around him, holding him close until he returns to himself. Green eyes slitted open, watching him.
Daringly, her head darts forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Quietly, regretfully, "But I really can't spend much time here."
"I need to learn my part, the blocking, help the others make this as good of a performance as possible." A earnest joy and need in her voice, "Being on the stage, doing well, the response of the audience... There is nothing like it." A true addict if there ever was one.
The bread is warm, soft inside and flaky wonderful on the outside. It explains why the cook is so... round.
Gravlax cuts his eggplant dish neatly in half.
She does the same, cutting through the noodles, then making sure there are an even number of scallops on each side of the divide. She looks at him with a grin, "We should not be eating like this that often. But I do like the idea of exercising with you."
She looks at the pasta, "I didn't realize it would be black." She twists a few noodles on her fork, far less gracefully with the utensil than she had been with her bare hand a few days previously, but she does get the pasta to her lips.
Her eyes light up, "But they are delicious."
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She looks over at Azhar, "Never officially, that would be a silly thing to admit to being in Westcrown." Her tone leaving no doubt as to what she is. Then in a more considered tone, "The Society has a no go order on the Delvehaven, have for a hundred years." A smiles, "Makes it all the more tempting."
He nods, "...& what did you want to know about our travels?" he seems suddenly, uncharacteristically..cautious.
Yuuki waves for Azhar to go in. "You already missed my daughter, I had an errand she needed to run, if it's her you are looking for." She warns.
He smiles at her, [b]"No, thank you, Mrs. Kaijitsu. I'm here to see your husband...and you, though I can see him first if you are busy.
Cassian grins. "I'd be interested to see what you think is perfect." At the second, he chuckles. "Oh, mom. This is the price of obnoxiousness. Dark blue, Tadpole. We leave at twilight."
Cassian has to pause for a moment, lost in those green eyes. Then, gently, he pulls out of her and resettles, holding her muscled body close against his, letting out a contented sigh.
After a moment spent luxuriating in the afterglow, he says, "Earlier, you seemed surprised when I talked to you. Why was that?"
"Of course," he says. "We'll steal moments when we can," his fingers walk from her hip up her side, "and some nights I'll visit you in your bedchamber." He lets that last hang in the air, a fruit for her to pluck.
Rev is busy watching Ailyn's mouth as she talks. Smiles at her admission that she likes stories. Waits to see how much Azhar wants to tell.
"Oh. No, that's fine then. I don't think there's too much left there except maybe for archaeological value. And it's a b##~& to get to." He nods to Rev, "Sorry to interrupt." he drinks another warm cup of sake.
Rev looks at his brother a moment, grins. "No... go on, you're on a roll." Amused glance at Ailyn.
"Yes... and no." A pause, "Not the colors I used to see... but I see colors inside of things... vibrant.." Her voice trails off as she looks around, seeing what he sees, but in a manner alien to his own vision.
The bread is warm, soft inside and flaky wonderful on the outside. It explains why the cook is so... round.
"Wow. If I had bread this good every day, I'd be rounder than your cook." He says without thinking. Then realizes he probably just insulted the very talented cook. "Uhm. That did not come out right." He adds. It's not exactly an apology, but it's more than Rev normally gives when he's wrong.
He finishes everything in his bowl, and takes his time eating the bread.
"Colors inside things... do you mean, like their aura? Is that why I match this blue flower?" He's quite curious. But he won't press if she doesn't want to share. He looks to see if she obviously brought the book out with her. But he doesn't ask, just studies her appraisingly.
"That I brought with my stuff originally." She jumps off the bed, digging through her bag. Quietly to herself, "And I totally need to get a dresser or something.."
She pulls out a familiar outfit... One of his own from when he was a number of years smaller.
Head pillowed on him, she answers quickly, without thought, too content and happy to hold back. "I didn't think you'd want to come back to my bed, Cassian." Green eyes open slightly, seeing him, but nothing else. "When you had a chance to think it through." Pause, "Plus... You'd already had me in every way a man can..."
She lifts her head, kissing him softly on the lips, "I am incredibly happy to be wrong."
Her eyes grow wide, curiosity if his fruitful promise is what it sounds like, but a hint of worry. "How can it be safe for you to be out at night?" Her hand steals down to his, "Aeraxes, you're my friend." Absolutely sincere, "I don't want you to disappear... that's what happens to people who go out at night."
"I don't really know what auras are, but there are colors in everything, not just the living things." She looks at the flower she gave him, softly, "It's blue? A long pause, "I can't remember what it used to look like."
Then her voice, stronger, "That has swirls of lavender and gray... to me."
"Silent and swift," Cassian says. He'll lead the way, helping his sister the best he can. He'll go for a second story entry if he can using the grappling arrow.
He returns the kiss. "I'm not crazy here, but it seems like the sex we've been having has been very good. Especially the other day, when you gave up your ass to me." He pushes the hair from her forehead and replaces it with a soft kiss. "You think I'm going to walk away from that?" The words are callous, but there is genuine affection in his voice, and in his touch.
Cassian is momentarily stunned by this woman caring about him. "Oh. I... um..." It's a moment before he gets his bearings. "It's not safe. But I'm very good. And I really do want to see you. So the choices are sneak out at night and sneak home... or spend the night with you."
Rev looks at his brother a moment, grins. "No... go on, you're on a roll." Amused glance at Ailyn.
Azhar levels a brief glare at his brother, shrugs. "A ritual at the proper place including, blood, water, a live snake and the name of a dead god lowers the waters and opens the entrance to the ruins. It was an outpost to that particular dead god and taken over by the cultists of Zura, the demonic first succubus vampire. It's virtually impossible to get in and out without the ritual or other supernatural means."
he glances at Rev, shrugs again and goes back to eating.
Rev nods in agreement with what Azhar is saying. That, or he is hypnotized by what Ailyn's lips are doing to the innocent olive.
She nods, eye bright, excited. Through the twilight streets is not a problem, nor is waiting outside the building until the Merro parents settle downt to their evening in places where they won't notice their wayward children breaking in. And there is a small balcony outside the kitchen that would allow easy entry for a thief of Cassian's caliber.
Tarvi stealth
Tarvi climb
She climbs with a surprising ease but she winces with horror when she knocks into a chair that she wasn't expecting in the dark. However, the sounds is far enough away from the occupants of the house that Cassian thinks it went unnoticed. Once the pair gets to her room, she freezes in shock, looking around a room that has been stripped of... well everything.
She chuckles at his response, "When you put it that way, it's a wonder I didn't have a thief breaking into my room at some point before this." His actions, if not his words, seems to relax her in a manner where she didn't realize she was tense. But her voice is honest, "The way the stories go, you've walked away from better."
Then a smile, impish yet with a return of the confidence that is clear in her fighting style, half hidden by his shoulder, "And you are certainly good enough that you can find willing partners."
"Yes." She says, quietly, "... I'd like to spend a night with you." Honest want in it. "...once I know you a little better?" Earnest and with no doubt that it will end up there. Sweet confidence.
She smiles, "She is a very good cook." Her only comment on that subject.
"I don't really know what auras are, but there are colors in everything, not just the living things." She looks at the flower she gave him, softly, "It's blue? A long pause, "I can't remember what it used to look like."
Then her voice, stronger, "That has swirls of lavender and gray... to me."
"I have swirls of lavender and grey in me?" He asks, since she compared his coloration to that of the flower.
In an unusual move, he describes to her, in detail what the flower is like. Places it gently into her hands, guides her fingers with his own, as he speaks, if she lets him.
"Well... I guess this makes moving easier," Cassian mutters. He moves to the door, peeking out. "Stay here, Tarv. I'm going to see if they moved your stuff somewhere nearby."
"I walked away from different," Cassian says. "Not better."
Then a poke into her ribs, "And had I known your fetish for anal, I might have broken in a long time ago."
He nods. "Of course," he says running a hand from her hairline down her dark tresses to absently toy with the ends. "Until that point, though, I'll be sneaking in and out. Because, songbird, I can't keep away from you."
In an unusual move, he describes to her, in detail what the flower is like. Places it gently into her hands, guides her fingers with his own, as he speaks, if she lets him.
She does let him, by the time he is finished there are small tears of joy in the corners of her blank eyes. "Thank you..."
Catching her emotions, "I didn't realize how much it means to share everyone else's view of the world."
She doesn't seem to be fully listening to him, instead rushing into the room, almost crawling under the bed as she pulls at a floorboard, hoping that their self-centered parents had never found out about the hiding place that Cassian showed her so many years ago.
There is a gasp of relief as she pulls a leather satchel from the hiding hole. Then, and only then, she nods at Cassian's words.
Her smile grows slightly bigger at the first and then she involuntary squirms against him when he pokes her. And then the traces of a blush when after the poke. "That's... Another squirm, this one having nothing to do with her ticklish ribs, "... it can't be considered a fetish when I only want it with..." She stops, a longer pause, "...very talented lovers."
She goes up on toes to kiss him, a small 'eep' when a curl catch on his finger, pulling her hair. "Only if you promise to be very careful." A smile of sensual promise, "I'd be very disappointed if you were to disappear on me, Aeraxes Cesare." Voice strong, that of a talented singer.
Rev's hand goes over his heart for a moment, at her words. Explains, "It's where Pharasma touched me. Had you seen me a few months ago. I would have looked completely different."
"Generally speaking you probably don't want to know how I see the world." He admits. Yet there is a small smile for the halfling. He hands her his handkerchief. "You keep that up, and your cook is going to brain me with a cast-iron frying pan for making you cry."
Following Millech getting everyone fitted, everyone has time to start practicing their lines. Calseinica is very encouraging, especially to Melilot sensing the halfling doesn't have the confidence of the men. Delour sings running through the trills and frills of each scene change. While she doesn't seem interested in the new actors, she is watching, judging. Thesing seems his self-centered self, although right before Nonon calls it a day, he approaches Melilot, smiling. "Perhaps you would let me walk you home, lady?"
Nonon is already in the house when everyone arrives and far above the stage, you can see Millech making his careful way on the catwalks where the lights attached. Once everyone arrives, he motions to the stage, starting at the beginning of the play Nonon directs you to where you should stand, the lighting.
Although busy, you do have breaks while Nonon discusses lighting with Millech. Thesing makes a point of speaking to either Calseinica or Melilot during these breaks.
"But what about the artwork, carvings... What was the story of what happened? How did the cultist die?" Gaze intent, not getting how someone couldn't want to dive into the history, the story.
"Artwork? Carvings? from Ydersius or the Cult of Zura? Azhar shrugs, "there were both of course." he pauses, eyes her appraisingly, then asks "if I tell you that the dangers and traps are still there and quite intact, will it make it more or less likely for anyone to investigate without us being there?"
Nonon is already in the house when everyone arrives and far above the stage, you can see Millech making his careful way on the catwalks where the lights attached. Once everyone arrives, he motions to the stage, starting at the beginning of the play Nonon directs you to where you should stand, the lighting.
Although busy, you do have breaks while Nonon discusses lighting with Millech. Thesing makes a point of speaking to either Calseinica or Melilot during these breaks.
Rev pays careful attention to where he's supposed to stand and what he's supposed to do.
Perception:
Stealth:
and azhar seems all right at least so far Melilot adds. which is why i will probably give rev the courtesy of a warning if he injures me again rather than simply killing the cleric then and there
Thesing seems his self-centered self, although right before Nonon calls it a day, he approaches Melilot, smiling. "Perhaps you would let me walk you home, lady?"
if you like
Once everyone arrives, he motions to the stage, starting at the beginning of the play Nonon directs you to where you should stand
Melilot pays careful attention.
Cassian gives his sister a last worried and sympathetic look before slipping into the hall to do some exploring.
"I'm flattered you let me into such an exclusive club. I just worry that I'll want it so much you'll end up having trouble sitting down." He gives her another affectionate kiss.
He regards her face for a moment, his finger running lightly over the scar. "Want to tell me how you got this?"
He wraps his arms around the small of her back and pulls her into the kiss. "Of course," he says hen they part. "I'll be very careful."
Nonon is already in the house when everyone arrives and far above the stage, you can see Millech making his careful way on the catwalks where the lights attached. Once everyone arrives, he motions to the stage, starting at the beginning of the play Nonon directs you to where you should stand, the lighting.
Antonio pays attention both to where he is supposed to stand, and where the lights are hung.
Thesing seems his self-centered self, although right before Nonon calls it a day, he approaches Melilot, smiling. "Perhaps you would let me walk you home, lady?"if you like
He sweeps out grandly, taking the slight halfling along in his wake.
She looks around, seeing a few browsing patrons and waves him to the back. There he finds Arata speaking quietly to the two men who man the crucibles and, true to Yuuki's word, no Amaya.
She blots away the tears, shaking her head, "She knows more than most that I'm a bit... unstable these days." She smiles, "And congratulations on the lead... you will be careful won't you?"
The impressive diva is quite easy to keep an eye on, especially since everything she does she does as if she were on stage before a full house. She doesn't seem to have noticed Melilot's covert interest.
She smiles, "So you are staying back and using the sling rather than charging in?" Her tone indicates frank approval at this wise course of action. A pause, "How did he get his hands on you to hurt you?"
He starts to lead the way, with little concern as to if they are actually going in the direction that Melilot needs to go. "So..." he pause, "What was your name again, Melicent? Milly? Maurice?"
Having grown up and learned to sneak through the halls of this particular townhouse previously, Cassian knows where to check for the vanished items. And finds that the storage under the stairs that lead up the the third floor is indeed stuffed with the things that had previously lived in Tarvi's room... And Cassian's.
Her arms tighten around him in response to the kiss, a chuckle to his words. A chuckle and slight blush to her cheeks.
Her green eyes look at him, "Do you want to know for you or for something else?"
She looks at him with a grin, "We should not be eating like this that often. But I do like the idea of exercising with you."
Gravlax nods. "Any time that you are up for it." Then turns his attention to the food.
Gravlax eats half his entree, and half Mathalen's. He does not attempt to hold a conversation while eating -- he just enjoys the food.
He is very careful not to get any of the food on his clothing. Especially the red sauce.
Cassian is going to rifle through the things looking for particular treasures: Tarvi's favorite things, and if he comes across anything special of his, he'll grab that as well. Mostly he's looking for her, because she needs it more than he does.
He runs a thumb over it gently, his voice soft, sweet. "Your scar separates you from the others. I'm willing to bet that the man who gave it to you is cold in the ground now after you rewarded him properly. His eyes grow smokier, his voice huskier. She can feel him beginning to stir against her thigh. "Your scar says you're a dangerous woman. A powerful woman. @#*!ing you is dangerous. And when I have you beneath me, crying out and helpless, it's not some weak willed little shopgirl. It's a woman who could kill me if she wanted, but doesn't. Because I @#*! her so sweetly." He finishes that with a kiss, sudden in its passion. He parts from her, brushing the hair from her face. "I want to know the story behind the scar that tells the world exactly what kind of woman you are."
Cassian spends the day in the rafters. He'll speak with Millech if the hunchback seems amenable, but will otherwise keep to himself.
At one point, he sends a note to Calseinica via monkey courier.
C --
I'm close by. You look beautiful today. Wait for me in your bedchamber tonight.
--A
Sense Motive:
Melilot will continue her surveillance as the days pass.
he did not Melilot says. he summons energy inimical to life in an area and pays little mind to whether doing so will injure his allies as well as his enemies
melilot
He sweeps out grandly, taking the slight halfling along in his wake.
Azhar looks after them, shrugs.
bluff:She looks around, seeing a few browsing patrons and waves him to the back. There he finds Arata speaking quietly to the two men who man the crucibles and, true to Yuuki's word, no Amaya.
Azhar waits, then approaches when there seems to be a lapse in conversation. "Good afternoon, Mr. Arata-sir. Could I have a word with you?"
She stills, the innocent olive moving away from her lips as her attention focuses on Azhar absolutely fully for perhaps the first time since she walked into the room. "You didn't fully explore the ruins?" Her curiosity making it very clear which answer would make an expedition to the island more likely.
Azhar's eyebrows raise slightly, a smile twitches around his mouth. "We did, they've been emptied. As I said, not much of interest. What do you want to know about them? Specifically."
The blocking isn't the more entertaining of activities but there are small hints at the dangers of the play.
"At this point the torture device will rise from the floor so Larazod can be strapped in."
"When you climb into the beast that devourers you, make sure to do so gracefully. This an artform."
"Asmodeus himself will appear to pull the guilty into Hell."
During one of the points when Calseinica is near the rushes, a tiny capuchin monkey slips a something into the beautiful actor's pocket. She doesn't seem to notice, right away.