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 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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