antivanleather | 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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I will- if you can tell me where I might find a blade like that. I have never seen anything like it before.

Unfortunately there isn't one anywhere in the world like it. You can find lesser versions in the stores, but my chainsaw is mine. I'm glad you like it, however. [Now, move. She pokes him in the shoulder with the end of it.]

A lovely women with excellent taste in weapons. Though I remember nothing of how I arrived here, I cannot complain as it has found me such wonderful company.

[He looks back down at the business end of the 'chainsaw' back up to the woman, and sighs. Pouts a bit, even.]

It is nothing I have not seen before many times over- and why should you hide your loveliness away?

[All the same, he turns around, giving her the requested privacy.]

Let's just say my Victorian sense of propriety asks for it, hm?

[Grell sends the chainsaw away and stands, walking to the end of the bed and to the closet to pull a robe over her sleepwear. That, at least, gives her a little more decency. She runs her hands through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and ties it off, the still unbrushed locks falling in loose curls and then, she turns, folding her arms over her chest.]

Such flattery and calm from a New Feather. It's refreshing. Well, shall I welcome you to Luceti or would you like to read all about it?

[For his part Zevran does his very best not to peek. Which is easier than usual considering he's trying to sort out why he's wearing pants that are not his own and why his back feels strange. And then there was that odd rusting he heard at odd intervals that he couldn't place. It sounded like bird's wings- but was much too close to be anywhere but in the room.

When she speaks, he turns, grin painted in place.]

It is not so strange for me to wake in the bed of a lovely, armed woman. Not remembering what happened to lead me there, that is strange, but this. Is somewhat familiar. I must confess I am curious as to where my clothing has gone, and how it was I came here.

I cannot speak for your strange hobbies of waking up in dangerous beds, but as for your missing belongings and your arrival - that I can answer.

[Grell smiles and motions to the mirror on the wall.]

Have a look, dear, and you'll begin to understand. This place is called Luceti. It isn't anywhere attached to your home, or even your world. You were brought here by our so-called prison guards, the Malnosso, and your clothing is in the shops along the main town square.

[He does so like looking himself over in a mirror. If only to catalog new scars versus the old and consider where it was he might need to expand his design to hide them. What he doesn't expect is the barest edge of a feather peeking up over his shoulder. Zev blinks, turns halfway, and stares.

Wings.

Why does he have wings?]

...so [He clears his throat, paints his grin on once more, and smirks back at the woman.] Anyone is able to simply purchase my hard earned goods? That does not seem terribly fair.

[The stare gets a smile out of Grell, who takes quite a bit of pleasure in watching this pretty stranger look at themselves in the mirror. The painted on grin, however, gets a sigh and a dismissive wave of her hand as if she's chasing his thought away.]

Purchase isn't the word I'd use. Money isn't used here and most personal goods are left alone by virtue of the fact that our fellow "prisoners" are entirely too virtuous for their own good.

We've a distinct lack of rouges and scoundrels here? Such a pity. [Then again, it meant there were more individuals of virtue that he might tease. Or tempt. Hmmm.]

That is one less thing I need worry about, then. I should hope no one fancies my blades and takes them- they are a little venomous at the moment.

Indeed. A little more trouble could make this place so much more interesting for me. [Shrug, sigh, boring people are boring, but they're at least good at getting themselves good and dead.]

Most people are very good at not touching what does not belong to them. [She eyes the stranger.] Unlike some. So, do I get a name to go with the scandalous way you woke me this morning?

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.

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.

But of course! Is that not the best way to make one's first impression?

[The curtsy is met with a quick, albeit dashing, bow.]

A pleasure to meet you as well, my lovely scarlet haired temptress. And of course you've a lover, someone as lovely as yourself must be taken. It'd be a crime otherwise!

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

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