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antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
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.)
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.)
action; 1/2 YOU'RE THE BEST omg
She had pleasant dreams last night, though she can't recall specifically what they were about. Lazily blinking her eyes open, she gives a light yaaawn, and stretches her arms...
...and her right hand hits something...that shouldn't be there. It feels an awful lot like hair.]
action; 2/2
She forces her eyes wide open and looks in shock at...a man. There is a man. In her bed.
She's awake, she's not dreaming, and there is a man in her bed and ohmygod is he naked am I naked what just happened ohmygod...
Said intruder might be awoken by her subsequent shriek as she takes her hand away like she just touched a hot coal and...falls off her side of the bed in her haste to get away.
Well, at least she's not actually naked. Small relief, though. Now she's rolling around on the floor trying to ... untangle herself.]
Action ohgod Willow
Unless you've cause to have someone kill you. Then, well, it is nothing personal.
He rolls away and covers the ear closest to the yelling, groaning at the sudden ache.]
I hope you speak more sweetly than you scream.
Re: Action ohgod Willow
[At the moment, she's still working to get herself out of the sheet she rolled out with. Her scrambling looks funny coupled with her harsh words, no doubt.]
You show up in my room in my bed without asking [oh god PLEASE let it have been without asking] and you think I owe you favors, here?
[And then the realization that she's...being kind of loud, here. Please let the housemates be out/still sleeping.....]
Action
...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.
Action
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.
Action
[Not his red hair'd temptress, no, but a gorgeous one all the same. The grin, however, made him blink. That seemed somewhat familiar. Now where had he seen-
Morrigan.
Brasca.
He's about to roll off the bed when the sheet pins him. And then there's the familiar crackle of lightening. What is it with Mages and lightening? Instead of sighing, or cringing in fear, he wriggles a bit on the bed and beams up at her.]
Or you can get straight to the fun part! I like that in a woman. You may wish to remove my pants first, of course, unless you wish to tease me.
Action
This particular one, though, isn't feeling very cool at the moment. Especially not when the... elf? ...just bounces right back with more blatant flirtation. She lets out a small "eep!" in surprise at his comments, and the electricity is released from her hand...into the wall above the bedpost. And the break in concentration releases the bedsheets, freeing the intruder.
Blast. Well, at least the wall will fix itself?]
Don't...don't do that! I'm trying to be intimidating here, and I-I can't do that if you...if you... [She just waves her hands at him. Free of any magic this time.] ...if you keep doing that!
Action
Once he's no longer tied he almost pouts in disappointment and pulls himself up on his elbows to look over at her.]
Doing...what, exactly? Ah, wait. Are you new to this? Perhaps you were waiting for my word, yes? Cheese. Cheese is the word I will say when I wish for you to stop. You are more than welcome to try again if you like, I do not mind!
Action
No, that's not.... [She sighs angrily.] No S&M! Got that? [And her eyes land for just a moment on what the man is wearing. Or rather not wearing...but also what he's wearing.
Oh, hell. Really, Malnosso, really?! In the very next breath, she shakes her finger at him, as though at a naughty pet.] Bad, bad New Feather!
[Leaving him on the bed, she crosses to the door and throws it open, yelling at the top of her lungs, hoping someone hears:] Bufffyyyy?! Are you still here? [And she's met with silence. Well. This is only the most awkward thing ever.]
Action
[At this point it's less about actually bedding the woman and more about watching her flail. Because she was so very lovely when she flailed. And this was more than a little hilarious to Zev. He's biting the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking up with laughter.]
So you do not care for the words and tying up of others, but you enjoy threesomes? I knew red headed women were the kinkiest sort!
Action
Well, not for her at least.
She turns back to the elf and folds her arms authoritatively.]
Look, a New Feather is someone the Malnosso just dropped here. You'll notice the sudden addition to your anatomy?
There should be a book close by with your name on it. [She gives a suffering sigh and looks heavenward.] And your clothes, if I have any luck.
Action
[The wings hadn't registered just yet. At their mention, however, Zev looks himself over. Everything seemed to be as it should-
and then he felt feathers along his sore back.
That. That was not there last night.]
I am dressed, to some degree.
Action
She takes a couple steps towards him, eyes searching the bed. Seemingly disappointed, she goes further into the room.]
So what's your name?
Action
[Zev tugs himself free of the sheets and sits up, odd little wings fluttering behind his back.]
Zevran Arainai- but you may call me whatever you desire.
Action
[Doing a quick search of her room...not in the closet...not on the windowsill...
She opens a dresser drawer and Ah, there we go. A journal with that same name on it.
Taking it, she walks back and offers it to the elf.] Z-E-V-R-A-N? Special delivery.
Action
[A cheeky grin as he accepts the book. Blinks at it, and then back at her.]
What is this? A little black book?
Action
There's a guide in there that'll show you the ropes. It's also how we fellow prisoners communicate.
Action
[Of course by the time he's flipped it open and looked, listened, read all the shifting posts and logs from the other members of the village it becomes very apparent.]
...ah. Like that.