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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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Isn't that how it is everywhere? Although the service I've been enlisted in isn't one my government knows anything about.

[Michael sighs, rubbing his face with his hand.]

It's super complicated, man.

[And that's the last straw. Sabriel said she would only ask once more so that's all the warning Zevran gets before she takes a deep breath and whistles a single, solid note. With a force of her will she uses Kibeth, the Walker's influence of the whistle to wrap around Zevran's legs, calling them to walk where the man would not...which would be right out the opened door, if you please.]

I glared at him for a little while. A good long glare, just enough to convey how irritable I was feeling right now.

"... Alright, well, sorry for shoving you. Welcome to Luceti, I guess."

They take my things and then simply distribute them for others to purchase? [Zev shakes his head in disapproval.] How very cruel.

Then state it simply? I have found that things are only as complicated as you wish them to be. If you wish something to be simple, make it simple.

"You named your bed Luceti? How very strange. Does that mean I am invited to join you once more?" The most innocent smile ever was presented in the taller man's direction. Really.

[What an odd reaction. He'd heard of mages that used song to focus, but a whistle? That is truly pecul-

It's as far as Zev's thoughts go before he's forced upright and finds himself walking. The tone was pure, the intent not his own, and that? Well that won't do. Zev's pretty smile drops as he grits his teeth and attempts to dig in his heels, managing to gradually slow to a stop.

It takes a great deal of his concentration, however.]

If....I apologize. Will you stop?

[His pants also fit him quite nicely, if Saori bothers to look.]

I do not know your name, nor do I know where I am, but...[He grins.] I would be more than happy to learn both. Especially what I might call such a formidable vision of loveliness.

This is all very straightforward.

[Best not to ask anything in particular until he's certain the question hasn't already been answered elsewhere. He reaches over idly to accept the cup of tea, sniffing it habitually before taking a sip. What? He's been poisoned over less.]

My clothing, weapons, and other such personal effects are in the stores, yes?

[She can't very well whistle and speak at the same time but she takes it that she properly has his attention. The whistle dies down and Sabriel gives a soft sigh, her will binding the man's feet slipping away. It was too early in the morning for any of this.]

Mr. Arainai, all I want is for you to go outside so that I may change in privacy. Once that is done, then I will accept your apology.

[She doesn't, but at his quips thunder actually rumbles outside]

I am Saori. And you are in Luceti. In my home.

[She picks up his journal, discarded when he fell off the bed and tosses it to him, a sudden gust of wind opening it to the guide]

Read that.

[In the meantime, her loose robe shifts, becoming a flowing white dress]

Yes. Though some apparently arrive late sometimes.

[She sips her own tea]

I'm not going to get annoyed. I'm not going to get annoyed.

"No, somebody else named the village Luceti before I even got here."

...

[Either a very powerful mage, or something entirely unlike anyone he's met before. He's not entirely certain where to go with it until her clothing simply. Shifts, from one thing to another. A fade spirit given flesh without becoming an abomination? He does not know enough of such things to say, but he knowswell enough when to drop the act.

For the most part.]

Allow me to apologize for the unwelcome intrusion, Saori.

[Zev relaxes once the phantom force prompting his movement falls away. Free, more or less, for however long he remains on this woman's good side. He bites his tongue to avoid saying anything that would give her cause to whistle again, and dips into a quick, flourished bow.]

Then I shall do so. Thank you kindly, Lady Abhorsen.

[With that he turns and steps out of the room. Peeping would be ungallant and unwise at this juncture.]

Edited 2012-07-25 01:59 (UTC)

[Many things Zevran can roll with happily, and many more still he can pretend to enjoy. Verbal degradation falls into the latter category. With as disoriented as he is, and unsettled by the creeping of the tiny golem, he's less inclined to simply grin and bear it. No matter how fascinating his impromptu host might be. Still, an arch look, and arched back for optimal aesthetic appeal, are offered.]

I am not a whore unless you wish to pay for my services. [He probably wouldn't take the payment, he's beyond that now.] Even were you to do so, I am not certain you would be able to afford me. Now if you wish a free sampling of my skills, why, I wouldn't mind that in the slightest.

[No knife under the pillow, nor in his hair. All he has are his hands and voice- he's been in worse situations. At least he isn't naked.]

It isn't nice, the entire situation is just wrong.

[Luke stands]

Come, lets get your things.

"We are in a village then? How very strange. I was not in a village yesterday- far from it." Zev tipped his head to the side, considering. "I am so very lost. Perhaps you might allow me to share your bed so I might find some comfort in this strange, cruel place?"

That does pose a complication.

[He sighs and finishes flipping through the information regarding the stores.]

The others in the village know well enough not to take something that isn't theirs, I should hope.

I didn't have any trouble finding mine.

[She shakes her head]

Any other questions? I can show you the shops if you want.

Wrong is the most polite for it, I should think.

[After a moment Zev flips his journal closed so he might follow.]

Lead on.

Thank you.

[Sabriel dips her head reply to the bow, closing and locking the door behind the man before she quickly goes about her business. After using Kibeth she hoped the man had enough sense not to try her any more than she has but in the case that he didn't, she dresses quickly into the comfort of her breeches and a short sleeved cotton blouse, her sword belt strapped around her waist for comfort and her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail.

That done, she unlocks the door and peeks out, looking around for the strange man.]

Read. It will answer your queries. I will return with tea.

[She walks out briskly]

[And out the door Luke goes, taking Zev down the path to the clothing shop, and beyond!]

Payment?

[A nasal chuckle. And there’s that selfishness, that fierceness entering his eyes, the assurance that he could have whomever he pleased, even if it's an inescapable lie. The amusement on his features steadily turns wry.]

‘tis quite… unnecessary. And impossible, furthermore, in a place devoid of any currency. As you likely are aware...

[Subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other – because standing perfectly still is something he rarely achieves for long - he holds out his hands at his sides.]

‘twould seem my cock is more than enough in the ways of your payment.

['And for the likes of you' hangs in the air, unspoken. An exchange of pleasure; quite simple, really.

Rasetz, coming to a stop, levels the blade for Zevran's throat, watching. But the sword's tip is a few feet away, posing no immediate threat, and the devil itself does not seem tense or restless to strike. If it has any comprehension of the situation beyond the thoughts of its master in regards to attacking or defending, it gives no indication, its red, unblinking eyes glowing like hot coals. Abel on the other hand is a fair bit more expressive.]

Surely that is why you await me in my own bed...

[Endless teasing, here, and even a little jab at himself. No man has ever come unbidden, let alone for sex.]

Edited 2012-07-25 04:24 (UTC)

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