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

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

[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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[That explained the furniture, the odd sources of light, and the strange ache in his back. And the bed he woke in without any real memory of climbing in. This wasn't where he should be, nor was it the Fade. That left precious few options to his mind, and having anything laid out for him would be a blessing.

He accepts the journal with a subservient nod and blinks down at the...moving images, sudden voices, and other such magecraft scrawled over the pages. This book was enchanted, bespelled, and several levels of disturbing for it. He looks back to the page Luke had indicated and begins to read. Many questions he wanted answered were taken care of here; and the more he read the more tense he became.

One prison of circumstance exchanged for a physical one. Fantastic. He doesn't answer Luke, doesn't even notice other than the usual register of the man being unarmed and out of the room, entirely entranced in reading this book.]

Is that your name? Mr. A Very Sore Elf? Or...are you jesting with me?

[She doesn't advance, but her open palmed fighting stance does not drop]

...You may call me Abhorsen.

[Giving her name to a man sleeping in her bed seems a little too personal so...he gets her title instead. With that she opens her door and wait expectantly.]

I'd rather be visible. Now OUT.

[The door flies open and...Zev may feel an invisible bulldozer pushing him out the door]

[Luke returns momentarily with a tray laden with two steaming cups of tea and some bread. Its a bit light for what he usually offers New Feathers, but this one seems to be sharp enough to manage. He sets the tray down on the table and gives the elf more time to read, picking up his own teacup and taking a sit while he waits.]

[And that smirk deepens and darkens as he studies the elf through his lashes, probing and calculating and hungry. How charming, the cheekiness of this one in a dangerous situation. He chuckles low in his throat.

Isaac’s voice then drops to a husky, conspiring purr pitched to make the heart clench tightly and blood race hot with guilty fantasies. Pitched to change the rhythm of a man’s breathing and to make a woman wet.]

I assure you... you wouldn't have slept at all.

[It’s there, an underlying viciousness, a promise that he would show no tenderness in bed and to a stranger.]

This is...

[Zev took a moment to order his thoughts. An entirely new world, an entirely new cage. Prisoners from other worlds, forced to fight, changed at the whims of their minders. Far more extreme than what he endured with the Crows but not entirely unfamiliar. He's frustrated more than anything else, and thus paints on a half smile.]

Easily the strangest place I have ever been. And I've been to a brothel that catered to those that wished to sleep with the goat they intend to eat afterward.

Well you certainly aren't abhorrent to the eyes, my lovely Abhorsen. [He props himself up on his elbows and smiles.]

My name is Zevran. I am a very sore elf- you were crushing me, and then you kicked me!

[He's going to stay here and pout a bit for that.]

Well if you insist-

[And apparently she does. Zev scrambles a bit so that he can go to the door of his own power, at least.]

[The door slams shut and a few moments later Susan appears in the living room, fully clothed and carrying a journal that Zev had dropped on the floor]

Alright, Zevran was it? Sit and read this.

[She opens up to the guidebook and hands it off before stalking out of the room and into the kitchen]

You did climb into my bed uninvited. I have a tendency to squeeze things in my sleep. Like elves with no business being there.

[There's just no stopping him, is there? Huffing a frustrated sigh Sabriel frowns at the man, lips pressing into a thin line.]

You now know my name, Mr. Arainai and I will only ask you once more. Please leave so I may dress or I will make you leave.

[Whatever, man, he's got his pants now and that's all he needs. Life might not necessarily be good, because this is Luceti, but it's improving. Toweling dry his hair now.]

Can't tell you how much I don't know what a Crow is. Other'n a bird. An' they ain't the mos' impressive birds, either.

Yes. Strange.

[Luke raises an eyebrow at that EXTREMELY inappropriate remark. A Brothel...that served goats? What is that even...]

Are you missing anything, Zev? Tools, artifacts, armor, weapons?

[The bed is unfamiliar, as is the setting, but that expression. That stance and tone- that is more than familiar to Zevran and oddly comfortable for it. An old game. One that he's played many a time and usually he comes out on top. If he doesn't he typically enjoys losing, such as it is.

Zevran's grin widens in turn, and if he shifts in such a way as to appear more inviting to his impromptu host, well. Habit. His ploy in the game. It's a part he knows all too well.]

More the pity that I did not have you here.

[Zev may or may not huff a little in disappointment at her being dressed- but after being thrown around like that? He's going to sit and do as he's told. The book is strange, unsettling, and he's more than a little tense as he reads through the guide.

It makes perfect sense, and none whatsoever. At the moment he's frustrated- he'd just freed himself, more or less, and found company he could tolerate, if not endure happily. To be pulled into another situation where he has no power over his actions has his hackles raised- so of course he grits his teeth and paints on a bland smile.]

I did not climb in, I woke there! I swear by what very little I hold dear I did not invade your bed on purpose.

...You've no knowledge of the Crows?

[A whole different world, the book said. But this would be proof enough that there weren't any here for him to worry about. Not that it would stop him from doing so, but if they were quiet about it...hm.]

Master assassins, in my world. That is so strange to say. This is terribly bizarre.

Please, call me Zev. [A wider grin still.] I do love it when a woman is forceful with me.

All of that, and poisons, traps, little gears and bits of spring that I'd lay out before I slept to ensure the dog would not burgle from my pack.

[Fairly deadpan.]

I would hope no one attempts to make my weapons their own. It would not end terribly well for them.

[Sue returns a few moments later with a couple of tea cups, steaming on a tray with some bread]

Here, have something to eat and drink. It'll do you some good. Any questions so far? Or have you not finished?

Well, the Malnosso, our keepers, place them in the shops around town. I can take you to them, if you like.

You...just woke up in my bed. Curious...

[Then something hits her. New Feathers can wake up in weird places. And his pants fit the bill]

Do you know my name? And do you know where you are?

[Hooded eyes narrow just slightly and he cocks his head, his smile twisting into a lopsided one. No one had offered themselves to him and with no persuasion unless they’d meant to trick him at his own game, to use him.]

Emboldened whore! [His nose wrinkles in disgust, voice sly and roguish and tinged with no small measure of condescension.] …I should slit your throat --

[Oddly sensual, the thought of a knife sliding along the bare column of his throat; and from the shadows of his crueler former self flickering across his face, it was no empty, teasing threat. This creature was in no position to attempt such games with him, charming as they were.

He glances to Rasetz from the corner of his eye – and sensing his intent, the devil advances towards the bed one deliberate step at a time, hitodama glowing softly. But there is no attack; not yet, at least.]

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

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Warning for sexual references... and no one was surprised :Ic

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I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. >->

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And from here on, tw for language and sexuality