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Anger... Such a horrid emotion. She hid her flinch from the big man's angry glare behind a shift closer, extending delicate fingers to touch the fleshy shoulder. Her tone came out sweet. I meant no offense, great Orzo, words failed to convey my respect for your power in this place... Diplomacy:
The Courtesan listened attentively to the question, looking around and humming before she answered Your subjects? A varied crowd. A few dogs among them, a few wet pups with no ambition, a few predators. Tis a service that you keep them all to heel."
idk. Crocodiles are literally the kings of the water. Even the Mighty lion loses to them in the water, and still can't beat them on land. Yee True.
Yeet. Is my crocodile thing a stupid metaphor, btw? I feel I coulda made a better metaphor...
Also, Life is strange is a beautiful game.
Haha... Denied. You could just play the barbarian, and grabble her onto your lap until she says what she needs to say.
Up on the Balcony: Samanra makes sure to let none of the disdain she knew for this poor facsimile show, her smile fixed but not stiff, steps careful but still swinging. She gave the desperate and broken-in sows of the sty much the same hidden look. No ambition.
At Orzo she sent a smile, taking in his corpulent form with a faint sniff, her hips swinging and chest bouncing as she stepped to slide into the indicated seat. She reclined facing him, arm on the bench's back and other hand on her lounging leg, her kilt falling off her bent leg to show off the bottom edge of her shift.
the good ol' 'ready for barfight' pose
I have to be honest. mine's going mostly on more nice stuff
So what's everyone's first pay going on?
Sorry to imply/assign you as my eunuch/pimp/owner Khnum. It's easier than trying to explain the real story in poetic Susrahnite.
Samanra shifts out of her dazed wait at the motion towards the sword hilt, shifting a half step forward, grateful for Ib's declaration, but more importantly unwilling to have him cut. It would set an awful precedent. The woman Steps closer to the guard, hand coming out as if to forestall the blade emerging.
It wasn't too big of a lie to sell. She just hoped Ib didn't mind her implying that he'd been eunuch-ed. She didn't cringe back after her explanation,hanging still and trying to maintain eye contact, selling the untruth.
Bluff!:
The diplomacy was to see if I could convince them to let me go up to Orzo without being dragged. If that succeeds, time for my next gambit. Bringing some protection. XD
Diplo incase I need it:
A shiver of relief, however brief, ran through Samanra's frame as the Northerner's hand snapped out in her defense, pushing the rotten mawed thug's paw away. She took a moment to stroke Arrak's bicep and gift him a grateful kiss on the shoulder as she rolled her legs to sit side-saddle then stand. "The big dog of the den desires me... Such is life. I must at least be polite, and pay some attention. If they attempt to force anything, I may require some aid, for blood may need be spilled." She gave the thug a thinly pleasant look with nose crinkled at the scent of his halitosis. "Then I would of course delight to meet with the great man himself, but not with dogs harrying my heels or pressing their noses where they aren't welcome." She stood with with hand on hip, idly holding the handle of her hidden blade.
Mhmm. I may try to diplomacy first.
To stab or Not to stab...
I've removed 'Scout' My gal is now simply a Rake Samanra the Rakist.
Not sure aboot the rage...
Might want to ready more alchemist's fire atm, XD
Samanra does her best not to react to the battleaxe but for a flinch and a wary look
Like So?
^,^ In the meantime we'll be getting uprariously drunk.
Of Urlok, Samanra simply looks once and looks not again, flinching at the cast of those deep eyes. Something squirmed in her blood at the look of him.
As the broad tower of Arrak drew closer in long strides, Samanra spared Khnum only a lightly reproachful glare through eyes half lidded. "Watch your mouth of this one, Scorpion-Ib. He is a friend of old, and may find time to cut it out, had he learned the sand tongue in our time apart" Her tone was subtly biting, voice softening only as she turns to take in Arrak again. She smiled while he spoke, blushing and having the manners to cast her gaze down, hand touching her heart's side as she laughed, to indicate it's truth. The pit fighter's last drew a gentle snort of warm amusement through Samanra's nose, her body reclining back with shoulder's set to frame her chest. Her voice came out warm, accent light as she spun words in poetic Khazistani.
She made no secret of her smile, cocking her head and patting the seat at her hip.
I'm sure it's fine!
Samanra snorts faintly at the bet, turning to give Khnum a faintly icy look. He was still a heretic, and a curiously mysterious one. "I'm not in the business of making bets against old friends. I never forget a face."
At her table with the enlightening Ib-Shuet, Samanra looks up from her teasing of the scholar, pausing her obscene hand gestures with a chuckle "-ust remember to give the wal- Mhmm?"Her head tracked round to give the strappingly large man stride across to the bar. Zothur forgive her, she couldn't keep a faint spray of blush from tinting her makeup as she looked across the newcomer's broad back and tilted her ear to the gravelly timbre of his tones, recognition flickering in her eye. "As if from across mountains, two nostalgic remembrances in a night. Would I be so blessed~" the woman turned back to Ib, pulling a hand mirror from a pouch on her silk scarf, fingers delicately adjusting hairs and tracing her makeup. She shifted the set of her bosoms and pulled the veiling strips down to expose the nipples and frame the mounds, moving her hands along to tie the ribbons behind her neck, adjusting her clothing to look as it did so many Years ago. "How do I look?" She queried in glottal, informal Yar-Ammonite, looking to Ib with a white toothed smile. she idly spread a subtle shimmer of Perfume from a bottle in her kilt pouch.
Unless we're going to be contacted privately with personalized reasons to be here, or have to make up our own.
I admit I am hesitant to post in Gameplay, as I am unsure if it's meant to be a continuation of the RP from this Discussion thread or a "fresh start." I'll admit hesitancy as well... Are we being started already as a group? Or convening in response to some advert or summons?
The tags work for me! Spoilers could also help,if we want to post segments of actual language (Almost all of them have real world analogue languages)
don't worry, I'll be sure to add some bikini mail in the game. I'll wear it, but only if I get the feats and the upgrade to my Crocodile Hide for reduced cost. (It's removing material, not adding it, and my Gal is hard pressed for feats) ;p
That looks about right for me! And None? My word
Spent the last of my gold on a nice ornate tattoo. Seemed appropriate and suitably Decadent.
Edited the Profile! Rogue Samanra Hath Arrived!
My girl happens to Speak Khazistani! What luck ^,^. It is a language from Yar Ammon
Not sure if I have the language of this place haha. The Language is Susrahnite my dear. If you have it, wonderful, if not we'll make do~.
Make that a rogue or Dex based Fighter ;D Much as it aches to cover her body under mail or scale, scarring is scary.
If it helps I'll quickly rework Samanra's crunch into a rogue/ranger. It still fits her background and such and is much less Magic Oriented. Will edit later tonite, after work ^,^
/me blinks at the name, unable to recall who or what 'Khnum' is in reference to, aside from the river. Still, she huffs and sits back, smiling a bit at the mention of food.
"I've swallowed much worse for much less reason, honoured scholar... If you're worried about gagging, just do this... She holds up a hand, pushing her thumb into the fist and clenching. "It'll help open your throat, and suppress your revulsion. The former whore snickered at the advice. It had helped her many times over the years. |