First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

[antivanleather]

[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.

What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.

A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.

Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]

-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.


(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)

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[antivanleather]

The only pressing question I have is if it is true that people may come from any world, at any time.

[If there were those from his own- and if those that were dead could be pulled to this place...

Rinna.

No.

He shakes off the thought and paints on a grin.]

If this is true then I've a village full of exotic beauties waiting my attention.

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[antivanleather]

[A shy mage! This just keeps getting better and better. Zev cracks a low laugh at that squeak and subsequent failure of magic. Apparently she has never tangled with the likes of him. He can't say he's not surprised, or that he's not pleased.

Once he's no longer tied he almost pouts in disappointment and pulls himself up on his elbows to look over at her.]

Doing...what, exactly? Ah, wait. Are you new to this? Perhaps you were waiting for my word, yes? Cheese. Cheese is the word I will say when I wish for you to stop. You are more than welcome to try again if you like, I do not mind!

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[quicktoanger]

"The fun part is, we're the guests of a bunch of friendly folks in lab coats who keep us prisoner, force us to fight for them, and occasionally screw with reality just for shits and giggles."

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[jewitch]

[UGH UGH well you know what, it's typical that the one who lands in her room would be a masochist. Yep. Typical.]

No, that's not.... [She sighs angrily.] No S&M! Got that? [And her eyes land for just a moment on what the man is wearing. Or rather not wearing...but also what he's wearing.

Oh, hell. Really, Malnosso, really?! In the very next breath, she shakes her finger at him, as though at a naughty pet.] Bad, bad New Feather!

[Leaving him on the bed, she crosses to the door and throws it open, yelling at the top of her lungs, hoping someone hears:] Bufffyyyy?! Are you still here? [And she's met with silence. Well. This is only the most awkward thing ever.]

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[antivanleather]

Yes, I've been a terribly naughty little- wait what is a New Feather? Is that a euphemism? It sounds terribly cuddly to be a sexy petname. But for you, my luscious mage, I could be.

[At this point it's less about actually bedding the woman and more about watching her flail. Because she was so very lovely when she flailed. And this was more than a little hilarious to Zev. He's biting the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking up with laughter.]

So you do not care for the words and tying up of others, but you enjoy threesomes? I knew red headed women were the kinkiest sort!

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[antivanleather]

[Of course, Zevran laughs. That is ridiculous, keeping people contained, messing with relativity, forcing others into war? Absurd!]

That was a good one, my friend-

Wait.

You. You are serious?

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[echotaker]

I'm never out of ideas on how to keep myself busy so no missions for me. The last thing I want is to start taking orders again after ten years straight of it.

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[antivanleather]

It's less a manner of taking orders and more a manner of procuring more useful equipment. The listed rewards provided seem intriguing.

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[echotaker]

If it means even more reading then count me out. I'm not a fan of reading instruction manuals either. Live spontaneously! That's my motto.

[video]

[antivanleather]

Pretty and mindless. Such a pity; I had hoped they'd made men a little differently in this place.

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[echotaker]

And here I was hoping they would make people a little less judgmental and petty but I guess not. Thanks, man. Thanks a bunch.

[And without another word, he's going to hang up. The last thing he needs is passive aggression and insults.]

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[quicktoanger]

"I'm serious like a conspicuously bad-ass heart-attack."

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[jewitch]

[Sadly, this time all he gets out of her is a quiet "ugh" when nobody answers her. This wasn't going to be fun.

Well, not for her at least.

She turns back to the elf and folds her arms authoritatively.]

Look, a New Feather is someone the Malnosso just dropped here. You'll notice the sudden addition to your anatomy?

There should be a book close by with your name on it. [She gives a suffering sigh and looks heavenward.] And your clothes, if I have any luck.

[Action] FFF I KEEP FORGETTING TO PROSE AUGH

[antivanleather]

"..." A moment that Zev spent peering up at the taller man. "...A what?"

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[antivanleather]

You are more than welcome to examine every inch of mine if you like- Wait. Addition?

[The wings hadn't registered just yet. At their mention, however, Zev looks himself over. Everything seemed to be as it should-

and then he felt feathers along his sore back.

That. That was not there last night.]

I am dressed, to some degree.

HDU MADAME

[quicktoanger]

"Nevermind, it was just a dumb joke. Point is, I'm not lying, kidding, or putting you on."

T^T FORGIVE ME

[antivanleather]

"How is it that they 'screw with reality'? Are such things not impossible for men without a mage's abilities?"

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[jewitch]

[Sigh...] To some degree, yeah. [Hey, it could be worse, Will. He could be wearing no pants at all!

She takes a couple steps towards him, eyes searching the bed. Seemingly disappointed, she goes further into the room.]

So what's your name?

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[antivanleather]

When Alistair spoke of waking in strange places without pants- I do not think this is what he meant at all.

[Zev tugs himself free of the sheets and sits up, odd little wings fluttering behind his back.]

Zevran Arainai- but you may call me whatever you desire.

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[jewitch]

Uh-huh. Zevran, then.

[Doing a quick search of her room...not in the closet...not on the windowsill...

She opens a dresser drawer and Ah, there we go. A journal with that same name on it.

Taking it, she walks back and offers it to the elf.] Z-E-V-R-A-N? Special delivery.

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[antivanleather]

Or Zev. Or stupid sexy elf, I have heard that one quite a bit the past few months.

[A cheeky grin as he accepts the book. Blinks at it, and then back at her.]

What is this? A little black book?

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[jewitch]

Little black book with your name on it. Literally.

There's a guide in there that'll show you the ropes. It's also how we fellow prisoners communicate.

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[antivanleather]

...how does one communicate with a book? That seems terribly strange-

[Of course by the time he's flipped it open and looked, listened, read all the shifting posts and logs from the other members of the village it becomes very apparent.]

...ah. Like that.