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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[video]

[antivanleather]

Men that spin tales of the fantastic nature of elves? Without demonizing or belittling them? Ha!

[Zev's laugh is short, acidic, but is quickly smoothed over by a curl of a grin.]

That is something of a surprise.

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[antivanleather]

Show me to where it is you prepare your meals and I shall make something for the both of us to apologize.

[Perhaps she might even kind enough to show him how to work whatever it is she used to prepare her meals since the more he sees, the less he finds himself familiar with.]

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[antivanleather]

My dear, that is hardly the most scandalous way that I've woken someone. [A short crack of laughter, because. Well. It is true.]

My name is Zevran Arainai, Zev to my friends. It is a pleasure to meet you.

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[antivanleather]

Since you woke me so rudely? Yes. [He snorts and rolls back over for a moment. Blinks. And rolls back over to stare down at her.]

...you are not the redheaded temptress I expected to wake next to. This...is something of a surprise. Unless you are she and have glamore'd yourself into a different figure.

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[anita_hero]

Really? [No one ever offers to cook for her.] Okay; thanks. I'd appreciate that. [And now, the kitchen!] Here we are.

[antivanleather]

What.

[A bear. A large black and white bear. That talks. Zevran has seen werewolves and strange creations brought to life by magic but a talking bear was just too much for him to consider. He must be dreaming. That is it, that is exactly it; he's dreaming. So he simply returns to the bed, curls up, and ignores the world awhile longer.]

[voice]

[antivanleather]

...You are joking. You must be. Animals do not speak- but then again neither do books. Hm.

[antivanleather]

Your dreams.

[And that grin simply does not quit. And will not quite as long as he's scrambling for some sort of explanation for why he was in this very strange bed facing a very angry and very lovely young woman.]

[Action]

[antivanleather]

A book?

[Zev catches the thrown object with ease and frowns down at the title, flipping it open after a moment's contemplation. It was unlike any book he'd ever seen before, full of words, voices, moving images-

It's all he can do to not drop the thing and scramble for the window. His hands tighten around it, his jaw clenches in discomfort but. He continues to flip through it.]

Not even a partner in crime? [It's flat, he's distracted. Give him a break.] Pity.

[Video] Yay!

[antivanleather]

Wolf. Goddess? So she is a woman in the guise of a wolf or a wolf in the guise of a woman or...however it is it these things go?

[Action]

[antivanleather]

[It is one thing to wake in the first real bed you've slept in somewhat disoriented because, well. You don't remember falling asleep in one. Something else entirely to be cuddled to within an inch of his life. He turns his head to look and- strong. Somewhat plain. Pale of skin and dark of hair.

After a moment's consideration he decides he's done much, much worse and should simply lay back and enjoy it.

At least he would were it easier to breathe. A moment more and then he coughs.]

Beg pardon.

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[deadlyjuliet]

But you admit that it was risqué. [And satisfied with that small supposed admission, Grell curtsies with a flourish.]

Zevran Arainai, welcome to Luceti. My name is Grell Sutcliffe. Grell to my acquaintances and Red to my very prone to anger boyfriend who lives next door. [Mwah, have a kiss blown in your direction, Zev.] Nice to meet you.

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[thebellthatbinds]

[Action]

[antivanleather]

[Such a pleasant dream too. There were women. And men. And soft sighs and gentle hands and he means nothing by his own wandering a bit in his sleep.

Though he'll never admit it, and most certainly won't now that he's been flung. He'd flip, or turn, but he can't quite manage any sort of maneuverability until he's just about to hit the wall. He twists, grunts with the impact, and lands on the balls of his feet.]

...Zevran Aranai, at your service. Though I must admit, it's not a service I would mind. [Grin.]

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[thebellthatbinds]

Who are you? Can you at least give me a straight answer on that?

[Any other time his smooth talk might have flustered her more but seeing as she's still naked and dripping she's too miffed to be swayed by his charms.]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin quietly watches them as the head out before rolling over and curling up under the sheets once more. Though he intended to drift back to sleep, he kept a sharp ear open for what they might say--and anymore lies that their 'guest' might tell.]

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke steps into the living room and gestures towards a chair, indicating that the elf should take a seat.]

What's your name, Mr. Elf? And am I correct in assuming that you have no idea where you are?

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[Invisible footsteps echo around the entire room as Sue moves, but she resists the urge to flatten him like she had Harry...]

And how the !@$% did you get into my bed?

[Action]

[windandrain]

Mmmm...

[She's sleeping like an absolute log, and cuddling even tighter. Its almost like she feels that you were thinking she was plain!

Either way, you'll REALLY need to try harder than that, because one arm is creeping more and more around your chest...]

[relictusdeus]

[Welcome to what is both a sensual bedroom (when the elf wakes, he shall notice the curtained, four-poster bed he is dozing in, complete with plush throw pillows) and a study. Imagine the Forgemaster’s surprise to see, upon reentering this private space, someone there – and someone who wasn’t Julia. Adrenaline surges through him, his pulse quickening in an instant. Once his initial astonishment fades, however, a fierce anger roils inside him at having failed to sense this trespasser – and this he projects onto the stranger.

Such a bold creature, thinking it wise to creep into his den. Further inspection reveals that his front door is bolted shut, untouched from last night.

Is this Malnosso trickery, a trap on the stranger’s part, or an accident? Either way, it would be a regrettable mistake on the other’s part, Isaac muses even if Zevran hadn’t eaten his porridge or broke his throne chair. He makes his approach from the threshold with a dagger in his right boot, slow and stalking, not quite daring to assume the fellow is genuinely asleep. If he is, however, Rasetz shall have the honours of drawing near and rousing him.

After a moment’s concentration, the devil in verdigrised armour plating is willed into existence with a flash of light. It straightens out of a crouch and poises for attack, its old blade extended and blue, flame-like wisps orbiting around its form.

Awaiting command.]

[bamboozler]

[Well, Panda is still a growing panda...Zevran is definitely taller than him! But he's still big and intimidating right? He needs to get this out of his system, though. Luckily, he keeps emergency stashes of bamboo in every room of his apartment.

He starts to chew on it before moving back over to his bed.]

Ehhh...I'm not really interested in that kind of thing. Could you please leave?

[voice]

[mythmaker]

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not joking, but it really is hard to believe. I didn't mean to alarm you.

[Video]

[idealism]

[That's a good point. It's only slightly worrying that he's never asked himself the very same question.]

You know, I'm not sure. She's always a wolf when she talks to me.

[Action] WORDS FOR THE... WORD... THRONE?

[quicktoanger]

I had stood up as soon as I shoved him out of the bed, and was now regretting my haste- my joints were all protesting the rapid shift into activity.

"Trust me, I only do it to the people I didn't invite there in the first place."

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[jewitch]

You were cuddling me, what was I supposed to do? [Taking the briefest of opportunities to look him over as well...were those pointed ears? Huh.

Well, he wasn't expecting to wake up with her. That's probably a good sign, right?

Still mad, though. How rude, pointed ears man! She grins widely. Seemingly happy as a clam, yep.]

You want a favor? I'll give you one. [The remaining sheet on the bed snakes itself around Zevran's limbs, pinning him down tightly.

...Not enough...Willow stands and holds her right hand out, letting it...crackle. Blue electric energy dances around it, restless and waiting to be set free. He should be able to piece these two things together.] I'll give you some time to explain yourself before I let this loose.