Her voice drops a little, but her eyes don't, "I'd like some of the selfish... and I want the nice too." She leans forward, kisses the same point on him that caused shivers to run through her body when he did it to her.
"They are not exclusive," Gravlax murmurs, arching his back as a shiver runs down it. He kiss the inside of Mathalen's wrist again, and starts working his way down to the inside of her elbow.
Perform Act: , bonuses included.
Melilot does her best to pretend to herself that Nonon is a mute, or perhaps a yowling animal of some kind. Time is growing very, very short.
Fiosa
She just looks a bit confused at his change in tactics... "Are you fishing for a compliment or trying to foist me off on someone else?" Her head cocked to one side, her blank eyes trying see beneath the surface.Ailyn
As his head moves down her body, pressing her to the bed, her fingers run through his hair. Massage his ears, occasionally moving down to his shoulders.Occasionally nails digging into flesh without breaking skin when he finds a sensitive spot.
He sighs, nearly dramatically, but with far to much actual feeling to be faked. Apparently he really was as terrible with people he liked as he was good with people he couldn't stand. "I wasn't fishing. I wanted to find a way to spend more time with you because I think you're interesting and I'd like to be friends." He says with complete truthfulness. "But then I thought, you probably have better things to do, and nicer people to hang out with who might be willing to read to you. But honestly, I don't want them to read this book to you. I want it to be between us... so that was me, trying to convince you."
She brushes against his horns with her finger tips as she runs her hands through his hair. They are filed down but coming back, just peeking through.
Rev's lips move lower, from her breasts, down her stomach, lower still, until his tongue is making inroads to her yoni, licking along her neither lips, darting inside her moistening canal to taste what honey lies there. His hands have firmly spread her legs, are caressing her inner thighs, moving under her behind, cupping generous portions of each cheek, squeezing.
"You seem more focused today than yesterday... which is good because you would make a rotten usher." He then works on Azhar's insults, seeming to encourage the young assimar to picture the director's face on each of the actor's.
Azhar redoubles his efforts. Time is growing very, very short.
Perform Sing: 1d20+7 trait included, other bonuses not included.
"Oh I don't know, he could carry a lantern and show people to their seats, and if they thought of getting up during the performance he could threaten them to sit back down. He threatens really well." Rev grins at his little brother.
Azhar chuckles. "I try. But I've seen better."
Azhar chuckles. "I try. But I've seen better."
'Ah, there's the problem. Cease trying. Do." He grins. "Life, is like acting."
to act or not to act
that is the question
'Ah, there's the problem. Cease trying. Do." He grins. "Life, is like acting."
Azhar's grin grows even bigger. "You're beginning to sound like Dad."
'Ah, there's the problem. Cease trying. Do." He grins. "Life, is like acting."Azhar's grin grows even bigger. "You're beginning to sound like Dad."
"aren't you proud?" he half asks and half quips.
Azhar says nothing...but he certainly looks it.
His right hand stops against her inner thigh, fingers a mere inch from the apex of her legs. He is out of breath as well, the effect she has on him no less noticeable. "What?"
Perception
Rygel Assist
Stealth:
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"We should.... Especially so you don't get tired carrying such a heavy load."
There is the shadow of a man in the window that overlooks the door. Her skin goose pimples under the soft kiss and the tickle of his breath.
Squeezing his hand one last time, "Break a leg, Azhar."
Her blank eyes are very serious at first, but as Rev speaks she smiles. "Oh." Bright, honest, with no worry or deception. "I have other friends, but I understand wanting to be the only one who shares something with another person." Her smile turns pixie-ish, "And you are a good enough narrator that I can accept this restriction." Teasing, but a note of honor in her voice that he would want to spend time with a servant like her.
She squirms slightly, much too aware of his hand on her thigh to be calm. She sucks her lower lip softly between her teeth, then quietly, "I... can't Cassian... not yet." True regret in her voice, "I like you and I care about you... but I don't love you." Her brown eyes open, looking at his, "And Mother told me, before she died, that it is never right to... without love."
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"We should.... Especially so you don't get tired carrying such a heavy load."
Azhar chuckles, "The boar would be a bit of a weight, were I carrying it fully on my shoulders and not on a pole. "You", my dear, are near light as a feather. I would carry you around all day, were that something you would enjoy." he smiles up at her, tilting his head slightly.
1d100 ⇒ 17 There is the shadow of a man in the window that overlooks the door. Her skin goose pimples under the soft kiss and the tickle of his breath. Squeezing his hand one last time, "Break a leg, Azhar."
He returns the squeeze in kind, "I will do my best" he says taking a step back away from the door, then continues in a low voice which he hopes only she can hear, "for you dear heart. Mine dost go pitter-patter at the thought of seeing you again. Until then." A small bow, and he is off into the night. Though not before he is sure she is safely behind a closed (&locked) door.
He looks at the Halfling as she speaks. Trying to judge if she's as honest as she seems. Because no one could be that honest, it just wasn't natural. sense motive.
He listend to her words. Of course she has other friends. Good people generally did. They had people who looked out for them because they liked each other, and that was what you did when you enjoyed someone's company. You looked out for your friends. He had never had friends before he met Sasha. Even now he didn't think she would actually consider him a friend. But her presence had lain the groundwork for his setting Moulder free. Had he never met the red haired former mantis, he would probably still be on the destructive path he had been on. He had friends now. Even if they could be counted upon one hand and that number included his former familiar.
"I know, its a miracle that I can read. After all, my father and step mother were adventurers, I'm an adventurer, and even worse... I'm a tiefling " He teases, addressing both his narration ability and the note of honor in her voice. "I think on the social scale, you're the one that's slumming by hanging out with me.... luckily you're short, so you don't have to go too far to lower yourself." He is still ribbing her gently, his tone is very clear on that.
There is a pleased gasp, her free hand moving from supporting her to trail over his shoulder and arm. She wanders a bit, kissing along his jaw then back up, the beat of his heart in his neck. Quietly, more warning than worry, "In this though... I don't have a clue what I'm doing." The words murmured into the hollow of his neck.
...the beat of Gravlax's heart, which is increasing even as she murmurs. "Time for methodical experimentation later," Gravlax says, although whether he is talking to himself or to Mathalen is not entirely clear.
His lips reach the edge of her shirt sleeve, and he pauses in the darkness.
"I think we're doing it all out of order anyway," Gravlax says, the sound of a gentle smile in his words. He shifts on the bed, and embraces Mathalen in an upper-body hug. His heart is pounding, but his breathing still even. "And that's okay."
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She looks down at him, one eyebrow cocked, a slightly twisted smile on her lips. "Nice enough for a treat, but I happen to like my own two legs normally." Looks around, "Where are we taking the beast, by the way?"
She leans forward, kissing him when he nods. "Because I don't think I'd be able to later..." She blushes, the pink staining her clear skin, "I really meant to say something earlier," she explains with a swallow, "but I didn't want you to think I was trying to push you away."
The vaneo is not the easily of places to slip into, even without any special 'I'm expecting something' precautions the security is good. Cassian, unless he is having truly rotten luck, is better. Especially when he is focused on the living quarters rather than vault or high-secure rooms to begin with. In the late afternoon he is able to sequester himself the area of the vaneo in which Mauro lives. Then it is just a matter of waiting... and it is only just before the curfew that Mauro comes home... but even then there is more waiting as the man spends time with his family in the main part of the house.
About an hour after sunset, Mauro, looking as typical a member of Wiscrani nobility except for the fine play of line about his eyes and mouth, enters his private quarters. From a leather case he pulls a number of heavy books and begins to work, calculating from sales and numbers.
"Only in places like Cheliax where they care more about the circumstances of your conception than on your abilities in life." She smiles, "And I am happy to be your friend, even if you have to lower yourself to my level."
Leaning back in the bed, her legs lift wrapping around his body, holding him in place as he starts to make her body shiver under his attentions. Her hands touch gently on the skin around the horns then, as her hips start to rock, grab his hair, not controlling his actions but grounding herself.
"Time for methodical experimentation later," Gravlax says, although whether he is talking to himself or to Mathalen is not entirely clear.
There is a soft chuckle which bridges into moan, "By the book... and throwing it out?"
He shifts on the bed, and embraces Mathalen in an upper-body hug. His heart is pounding, but his breathing still even.
There is a split second of freeze as his arms wrap around her, a brief moment when instinct and want war. Her arms snake around him, holding him with a fierce tightness, her heart beating far faster than it had been moments before. She swallows, her cheek rubbing against his, "Our order doesn't have to be anyone elses..."
Rev grins at the short woman. "Its not hard, if I recline we're totally the same height.
There is a split second of freeze as his arms wrap around her, a brief moment when instinct and want war. Her arms snake around him, holding him with a fierce tightness, her heart beating far faster than it had been moments before. She swallows, her cheek rubbing against his, "Our order doesn't have to be anyone else's..."
"Good," Gravlax says, and holds Mathalen for a moment or two longer, feeling her heart beat, his racing as well. Possibly he is thinking while they breathe together. Possibly he is focusing on the moment.
Gravlax moves his face past Mathalen's so that he can kiss behind her ear again. "We will need to separate briefly if we will be removing certain clothing," he says quietly, between kisses.
Cassian kisses her again, softer. "Well, then we need some ground rules. Can I put my hand here?" he asks playfully, his fingers resting against her inner thigh, but touching nothing truly naughty.
"Good evening, Mr. Atenaar," Cassian says from the shadows. "Though you don't know it yet, I'm your best friend." Cassian steps into the light, not any closer to the other man, and not making any overtly threatening moves. "Don't call for your guards. I have no intention of hurting you or anyone else under your roof. Quite the contrary. I'm here to save your life."
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She looks down at him, one eyebrow cocked, a slightly twisted smile on her lips. "Nice enough for a treat, but I happen to like my own two legs normally." Looks around, "Where are we taking the beast, by the way?"
"Over that way" he says, pointing with his chin since both of his hands are currently occupied. "'s'where Rev & I are staying. We can apportion it there." he pauses, looking up at the young girl, perched upon his shoulder. "How much do you think your family would like? Think there'll be enough for the rest of the group?"
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"Ah, yes. Very much the same thing." She stands up, offers a hand to the cleric, "So again? After the play?"
As she says this her hands go down, pulling up his shirt enough that her hands can go under, run fingernails over the skin of his back. Quietly, "W don't have to... if you aren't..." sounding almost embarrassed. "I won't disappear on you... either way."
She shivers against him feeling his palm against the heat of her thigh. Looking deep into his eyes, "You can." The directness coupled with a deepening of the blush on her cheeks suggesting that this is further than she originally planned.
Mauro starts at the unexpected voice, pulling open a drawer swiftly, but pausing at the intentionally non-threatening posture of his... guest. The man's light blue eyes examine Cassian as he leaves the shadows, his voice, moments later is cautious and erudite, "Not that I'm one to look a gift horse in the mouth... but why?" He doesn't move from the desk, but his hand is flat on the surface, not in the now open drawer.
Looks over her shoulder at the pig weighing more than the man carrying her. "I would think so." Pause, "Fiosa brings food around to the rest of us pretty often, she'd probably be a good recipient for a good share of it."
Pause, "Assuming she knows how to get the gamy out of the meat."
She looks down at him when you both get to the door which Azhar indicated, waiting to see if he is going to lift her down or just move his hand so she can jump.
Fiosa
"Ah, yes. Very much the same thing." She stands up, offers a hand to the cleric, "So again? After the play?"
Ailyn
Leaning back in the bed, her legs lift wrapping around his body, holding him in place as he starts to make her body shiver under his attentions. Her hands touch gently on the skin around the horns then, as her hips start to rock, grab his hair, not controlling his actions but grounding herself.
He takes her hand, kisses the back of it quite chivalrously. "It be so simple." He insists. And for after the play, he says, "Of course. And on to the adventures of ." He smiles. Does not lean on her or strain her hand in any way as he gets up dexterously, releases her hand only after executing a proper bow to the young lady. He does respect her quite a bit. More so than pretty much any of the conspirators he has met so far. Holding only Jask in higher regard, and even then, only because he has known the old man for some time. "Thank you for your fine hospitality and wonderful food."
Should she look under the dishes after he has left (which he insisted on carrying to the door that's too short for him), there are some 'surprise' coins for the cook to find, since that was what Fiosa said was appropriate for the cook, since she wouldn't accept payment.
With her hands indicating she would very much like his head to stay down below the belt, Rev is very happy to remain at her sex, tasting her, licking her in just the right spot, finding her very sensitive nub, and stimulating it with lips and tongue, as the fingers of one hand caress her engorged vulva, a couple of fingertips finding her moist, dipping inside, darting back out, and repeating. Each time going a little deeper, a little further. The other hand is still on her behind, squeezing and releasing with the rhythm she is rocking in.
Cassian toys with the soft flesh. "Now, I know I'm allowed to kiss your mouth," he says, demonstrating with a harder kiss. "But what about the rest of you?" A kiss on her jawline. Another on her neck. Another on her throat. Another at her chest. He looks up, gives her a wicked grin, and plants one right where her bodice comes up tight against her breasts. The whole time, he caresses her thighs.
"You know a man named Thesing Ulvauno." Cassian pauses, glancing at the other man. "You know, about so high, pompous ass, has a beef with your family? Well, he wants you badly hurt or killed and he is willing to hire a man to make it happen."
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Looks over her shoulder at the pig weighing more than the man carrying her. "I would think so." Pause, "Fiosa brings food around to the rest of us pretty often, she'd probably be a good recipient for a good share of it."
Pause, "Assuming she knows how to get the gamy out of the meat."
She looks down at him when you both get to the door which Azhar indicated, waiting to see if he is going to lift her down or just move his hand so she can jump.
"Do you know where we would find her?" he asks. He kneels down on one knee, releasing her legs, making the drop a much shorter one. Then assuming she dismounts, he admires her for a moment, then moves to open the door.
Gravlax's turn to shiver as she runs her fingernails over the skin of his back.
"Don't have to," he agrees, kissing his way down to the hollow of her neck. "Want to."
Gravlax leans back, and removes his shirt entirely, tossing it carefully aside. "If you still want to."
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Her body squeezes his fingers, fighting to keep him inside her even as he pushes her body to higher heights of pleasure. Her head falls back against the bed, her hands tightening unintentionally to the point of pain as her body gives up its hold on reality for a few minutes, her fingers loosening after a while.
Her hands go back to petting over his ears and horns. Her voice, with the same deep warm promise that was prevalent in their flirting, "That seemed to make a good headway on the worshiping part..." She smiles at him, smile lustful despite the aftershocks still making her toes curl.
There is not a moment of thought before she says, "You can kiss me anywhere." The implications of which bring a gasp to her lips when he kisses her bodice. Very wide eyes, impetuous but not stupid. A blushing smile, as she tries to add the qualifier, ...eventually."
Mauro sits up straighter, trying to read the truth or lie in Cassian's words. "The Atenaar and Ulvauno families have been allied for a long time... both beholden to the same people. Why would a man who I've known all his life want me injured or worse?"
She doesn't so much hop off as slide down his body until her feet find the ground, apparently finding that safer. Shakes her head, "Janiven." Simple explanation and apparently the only one she feels is needed. Looks up at the building, across the street to the quiet coffee shop, the bay behind.
"I think I pictured you in somewhere... more... impressive?" Looks at the boar, "Can you actually get that upstairs?" Her fingers on the ties of her shirt, redoing them, loosening her bangs from the tight bun that held back the fall of her thick hair.
"And..." With the straightforward candor that has gotten her fired from a number of jobs in this city of carefully layered lies, "I want you."
He brushes his lips over her cleavage, then lifts a wrist and places a kiss right on her pulse. "Then I have something to look forward to," he murmurs, lacing her fingers with his. "I have to warn you, Calseinica. You are extremely beautiful, you've accepted me for who I am, and you taste like summer fruit. I, on the other hand, am a bit of a scoundrel. Which means I'm going to test your resistances. I won't take anything you don't give me, but I am going to do my best to convince you."
Suddenly, he tips them both backward on the bed, winding up on top of her. He dips his head to her neck mixing kisses with electric nips. "And I can be very convincing."
Cassian meets the other man's eyes, showing that there's no deception in the words. "He said it was an insult to his family. From what I was able to uncover, it was actually because you were marrying someone off to someone his family had their eye on."
Gravlax gives a small, sharp intake of breath at the statement of desire. "I will stop asking," he says, clasping Mathalen's hands in his own, and leaning forward to give her a proper kiss, his lips warm in the darkness.
He squeezes her hands affectionately, and lets them go, reaching one of his hands behind her head, and the other slipping underneath her shirt.
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She doesn't so much hop off as slide down his body until her feet find the ground, apparently finding that safer. Shakes her head, "Janiven." Simple explanation and apparently the only one she feels is needed. Looks up at the building, across the street to the quiet coffee shop, the bay behind.
"I think I pictured you in somewhere... more... impressive?" Looks at the boar, "Can you actually get that upstairs?" Her fingers on the ties of her shirt, redoing them, loosening her bangs from the tight bun that held back the fall of her thick hair.
Azhar stares as she does up her shirt, until he realizes what he's doing and looks up into her eyes, the blood rising into his cheeks. He smiles a little apologetically. "Sorry. You look really nice, 'maya. Yeah, I can get it." He smiles confidently, detaching the boar from the pole and uses both hands to carry it upstairs. "Coming?"
He lets them into the room, carrying the boar one handed in order to unlock and open the door.
Gravlax makes a point of extending to Mathalen the "invitation" to see the play, either during the dress rehearsal or from backstage -- working -- during the full performance. Or both. Letting her know that he is performing in disguise in case any of his "patrons" from the Courts are in the audience.
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She moans as his kisses her pulse, wanton music. A smile as he laces finger with hers, "I like who you are..."
Followed quickly by a quickly muffled epping almost-scream as he repositions her, followed by another soft moan. "well matched... because your kisses make me feel like the air during a summer storm..." her hips moving under him.
He stares at Cassian for long moments, his shoulders slumping slightly right before he speaks, "This is all about Eliana?" The laugh is bitter and quickly cut-off, "The man I taught how to fence as a child wants me injured or dead because I was stupid enough to fall in love with a Rosala." He doesn't disbelieve Cassian for a moment, something said for Wiscrani society in that alone.
He looks at Cassian again, "And... why are you telling me this?"
She meets the kiss, trading pressure for pressure, promise for promise. She pulls back only a micro as he squeezes her hands, speaking quietly into his lips. "Don't stop asking..." Leaning forward, her lips finding his, savoring the electric tang of he contact. "You're the first person to ever ask what I want..."
She moves closer to him as his hand go under her shirt. Holding away from him just long enough for him to pull her shirt off... or do it herself if he doesn't. Wiry muscle over a delicate frame, the soft outline of bone.
"Dress rehearsal at the Limelight?" She asks. Sympathy in her eyes for him, "Do you have any idea how Nonon has been finding an audience for that?"
Amaya follows behind him a few steps, wipeing up any blood that trails from the boar with a gray handkerchief. And then follows without hesitation when he opens the door. She looks around, curious. Looking out the window in the common room, seeing a view of Westcrown different from her own home.
"So... you actually know how to cut that up and everything... right?"
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Azhar/Rev(maybe):
Gozran 2
Amaya follows behind him a few steps, wipeing up any blood that trails from the boar with a gray handkerchief. And then follows without hesitation when he opens the door. She looks around, curious. Looking out the window in the common room, seeing a view of Westcrown different from her own home."So... you actually know how to cut that up and everything... right?"
Rev had just recently come home from administering to sick people who couldn't afford help; His doctor bag is on the kitchen table, implements laid out in a shallow tray, soaking in alcohol. Azhar and Amaya might notice blood stains on Rev's lavender shirt as he comes out of his west facing room to see what the fuss was about. Azhar is used to the sigh of Rev's clothes being less than clean after spending all day healing others, and using surgery techniques to stitch, bind, splinter, and so on, when healing wasn't an option. "When did you take up poaching?" Rev asks, clearing his tools and bag off the table, so Azhar could deposit the boar there. He doesn't think seeing Azhar in the company of a young woman is anything unusual. Of course, he'd never seen Azhar with a young woman and carrying a dead boar before.
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Rev is relatively certain the Tien girl smiles at him, hard to tell with the thick fall of bangs hiding her expression. "Hi Rev." Looks at the boar, "Not poaching... it totally jumped us."
Cassian generously provides his own thigh for her to grind against, lips on hers, one hand on her thigh, the other still laced in her fingers.
"Does it really matter?" Cassian says. "What matters is what we're going to do about this. Because when I don't do what I agreed to do, he is going to hire someone else. Someone who might actually do it."
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"So... you actually know how to cut that up and everything... right?"
Rev is relatively certain the Tien girl smiles at him, hard to tell with the thick fall of bangs hiding her expression. "Hi Rev." Looks at the boar, "Not poaching... it totally jumped us."
Azhar grins at Rev, "Yes, it did. Absolutely." He places the boar on the table, making sure to do so lightly enough not to break it. He turns to Amaya, and yes, at least enough for our purposes, though if we know a butcher, that probably would have been better."[/b] He looks at Rev, "I was going to use the tub, better to catch the blood, no?"
and then "Sorry to barge in on you. How are the people today?"
Ailyn
Her body squeezes his fingers, fighting to keep him inside her even as he pushes her body to higher heights of pleasure. Her head falls back against the bed, her hands tightening unintentionally to the point of pain as her body gives up its hold on reality for a few minutes, her fingers loosening after a while.Her hands go back to petting over his ears and horns. Her voice, with the same deep warm promise that was prevalent in their flirting, "That seemed to make a good headway on the worshiping part..." She smiles at him, smile lustful despite the aftershocks still making her toes curl.
He seems to agree, looking up at her mischievously with just as much lust, as her hands go back to petting over his ears and horns. He didn't mind the pain she inflicted on him earlier, it was being swept away in passion and sensation, like fingernails down one's back while peaking. He wasn't really into other kinds of erotic pain.
Well, he didn't mind administering an erotic spanking to a willing girl, he muses briefly, wonders if Ailyn would be willing, and finding himself okay with it if she wasn't. He hadn't been this respectful of the needs and wants of a woman... well... probably ever. Sure he had learned how to properly pleasure a woman, but he had never really cared about making anyone else but him feel good before. If he did use his skills, it was for some ulterior motive. But he finds he doesn't have one with Ailyn. He actually wants her to have a good time.
"And now I'm going to spend some time despoiling you." He threatens with a low growl that's filled with his desire for her. They will make love later. Now, he wants to feel her from the inside. He stands, his hard member at attention, his eyes filled with ravenous hunger, and then he moves up and along her body, one hand supporting his weight as he leans over her, the other caressing her breasts, squeezing each orb in turn. His hand is firm, possessive on her flesh, moving down to her hips, the hand grabs her behind, squeezes, pulls her towards him so her hips are precariously at the edge of the bed right where he is standing. Then he leans down towards her again, his hungry lips find hers. His kiss is passion and desire and wanting, his tongue invading her mouth, His member pressing against her now, right at her moist entrance. Her wetness shows she is ready for him, but he waits for the subtle signal that she wants him.
sense motive to plunge into her at the opportune moment, or to realize that she wants something different first... and see what it is[/ooc]
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Rev is relatively certain the Tien girl smiles at him, hard to tell with the thick fall of bangs hiding her expression. "Hi Rev." Looks at the boar, "Not poaching... it totally jumped us."
Azhar grins at Rev, "Yes, it did. Absolutely." He places the boar on the table, making sure to do so lightly enough not to break it. He turns to Amaya, and yes, at least enough for our purposes, though if we know a butcher, that probably would have been better."[/b] He looks at Rev, "I was going to use the tub, better to catch the blood, no?"
and then "Sorry to barge in on you. How are the people today?"
Rev shrugs. "Poor, hopeless, dying. Saved a few. Ran out of magic before I ran out of the worst cases. Couldn't save them all. The usual." He says, matter of factly. It was probably routine in a city such as this, where life was cheap, and few could afford real care. "Delivered two new-borns." The bright spot of his day. Paying homage to Pharasma by helping new life into the world. "Was touch and go with mom for a while. Lost a lot of blood. But they'll make it, mom and twins." Azhar probably knows what that means. Rev likely gave his weeks earnings to the destitute mother and children. He doesn't say it, but it's unspoken between the brothers.
"so... jumped by a Boar... you didn't poke it with a stick to see what would happen first?" He asks the Tien girl. Looks her over from his spot by the counter, to see if she was injured at all obviously.
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"I took her out on a training exercise. The boar just happened to be there." he digests what Rev has been saying. "You have become a good man, brother. I'm sure the people appreciate it very much."
He looks at Amaya, back at Rev, "we were deciding on how to apportion it. Perhaps some of those you are trying to help could use the rest."
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"I took her out on a training exercise. The boar just happened to be there." he digests what Rev has been saying. "You have become a good man, brother. I'm sure the people appreciate it very much."
He looks at Amaya, back at Rev, "we were deciding on how to apportion it. Perhaps some of those you are trying to help could use the rest."
He looks at Azhar levelly. He doesn't agree with that comment. But he's too tired to argue. "Generally they curse me for a bastard Tiefling who isn't doing enough to help them. And they're probably right. After all, we have a roof over our heads, and I'm not bankrupting us to help them." He looks at the small Tien woman. "You're hunting? Is that a good idea? You... look fragile." It's not an insult, but it might sound like one.
Looks back at Azhar. "I am not walking around with raw meat, handing it out to people." He means it. There's no way he's doing food hand outs. "Why don't you give it to Fiosa?"
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Melilot does her best to pretend to herself that Nonon is a mute, or perhaps a yowling animal of some kind. Time is growing very, very short.
Nonon doesn't say a work, just looks at the halfling with one eyebrow raised, and motions for her to leave the stage when she finishes running the scenes.
Nonon is quiet when you take the stage. He sits, watches as you run through all of the play.
When Cassian comes, "Mind running the lights for me a bit?" He holds up what looks like a copper torc, although the accents that would sit on either side of the larynx have small markings like those found on a dial. "I still need to finish this for the small blonde one."
After leaving the first store, a few stores down the way, the whole performance repeats, and then another. She always buys something, always spends time talking to the merchant, always leaves him smiling and with questions. After about three stores, when her load starts getting slightly larger, she requests and is given a porter to carry her burden. Other than offhandedly passing her purchases to the familiar, short-haired, wiry woman, Delour ignores Mathalen the way one would any beast of burden. After about ten stores, going up and down a few streets, she walks with more purpose, heading towards a block of elegant vaneo.
"Sure, says Cassian. He checks to make sure this isn't some kind of trap, and then does just that.
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Her free hand tangles in his hair, straying to ear and shoulder as he continues to kiss her. Long moments later, with a frustrated groan, she pushes gently against his shoulder. Her voice, plea and want mixed up, "Cassian..." Squirming under him, "need to stop... for now... please?" Not sounding at all like she wants to.
Doesn't seem to be a trap. When he gets the go ahead from Cassian, he moves into the small niche, etching into the metal and murmuring over it in what barely sounds like a language, leaving Cassian to manipulate the lights, absolutely certain that he knows exactly what to do.
He looks at the drawer, sighs, closes it. "There is the noble, stupid thing to do, which would be to call him out... But with no proof other than your word," he shrugs. "That has never the legal or political clout to get him to agree."
Looks at Cassian, light blue eyes sharp, "You must have had a plan... Or you wouldn't have come here in the first place... Or did you just want to see if I would be willing to outbid him?" His tone isn't offended nor offensive, more curious.
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He looks at Azhar levelly. He doesn't agree with that comment. But he's too tired to argue. "Generally they curse me for a bastard Tiefling who isn't doing enough to help them. And they're probably right. After all, we have a roof over our heads, and I'm not bankrupting us to help them." He looks at the small Tien woman. "You're hunting? Is that a good idea? You... look fragile." It's not an insult, but it might sound like one.
Looks back at Azhar. "I am not walking around with raw meat, handing it out to people." He means it. There's no way he's doing food hand outs. "Why don't you give it to Fiosa?"
Azhar smiles, though there's a tinge of hardness to it. "Looks can be deceiving brother, you of all people should know that." he almost says She is not Sasha but catches himself before he does, Rev probably knows he was thinking it, "but she's shown she can be a great shot, her skill with a sword is improving, she learns quickly and I'd rather have her with me than anyone else in the world." he reaches back to squeeze Amaya's hand reassuringly, "...and she already suggested giving it to Fiosa. Which means, I guess, that we are in accord." he turns to butchering the boar, keeping a little for themselves, a bit more for the Kaijitsu's and the rest in portions for Fiosa to distribute as she sees fit.
Amaya, quiet during the exchange between, shrugs. "I didn't really do much of anything, Azhar downed the poor beastie with a single blow as it was charging at us."
Azhar smiles fondly down at her, "Your shot would have feld a lessor beast 'er it even reached us. You did very well for someone not yet used to combat." he is having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her and on the task at hand. One of at least a couple of reasons that he will take 20 carving it up.
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Amaya, quiet during the exchange between, shrugs. "I didn't really do much of anything, Azhar downed the poor beastie with a single blow as it was charging at us."
She doesn't look injured, and if there is any blood on her, it looks like it was a side effect of tending to the boar for travel.Rev, while many of the poor are happy to look down on Rev for his heritage - since it gives them something to feel superior to, there are also many who don't care one iota for that and are honestly grateful for the help he gives. This is not in any way meant for you to change anything you wrote, since it seems very in character, but just so that you know ooc it isn't quite as bad as Rev portrays it. :)
"Ah, he does that. Showoff." Rev ribs Azhar. "Well you didn't get injured, so that's good. Since I'm flat out of magic and stitches hurt." He says.
Azhar smiles, though there's a tinge of hardness to it. "Looks can be deceiving brother, you of all people should know that." he almost says She is not Sasha but catches himself before he does, Rev probably knows he was thinking it, "but she's shown she can be a great shot, her skill with a sword is improving, she learns quickly and I'd rather have her with me than anyone else in the world." he reaches back to squeeze Amaya's hand reassuringly, "...and she already suggested giving it to Fiosa. Which means, I guess, that we are in accord." he turns to butchering the boar, keeping a little for themselves, a bit more for the Kaijitsu's and the rest in portions for Fiosa to distribute as she sees fit.
Amaya wrote:Amaya, quiet during the exchange between, shrugs. "I didn't really do much of anything, Azhar downed the poor beastie with a single blow as it was charging at us."
Azhar smiles fondly down at her, "Your shot would have feld a lessor beast 'er it even reached us. You did very well for someone not yet used to combat." he is having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her and on the task at hand. One of at least a couple of reasons that he will take 20 carving it up. survival: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8 that's one of 'em
Rev looks at Azhar, scrutinizing his brother as he says that he would rather have Amaya at his side than anyone else in the world. More than Sasha? After all the pursuing Azhar had done of the red head, he was in love with Amaya? It didn't make sense. Rev could hardly think of anything but Sasha half the time. And here Azhar had moved on. "Thats, high praise." He eventually settles on those words. Neutral, careful, even the tone is very even.