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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[Zevran rolls over at the voice, slowly blinking himself awake to stare at-

A tall, half naked, very handsome man with some of the strangest eyes he's ever seen. He takes a moment to consider the possibility that he's in the Fade. Again. Especially with those eyes.

He could be a desire demon- but there's no strange flickering in his peripheral vision and he's never seen a male Desire demon. But they can shapeshift. Can't they? While he mulls this over he's blatantly admiring the man's figure. Demon's. Whichever. He may as well get something out of this, so why not?]

What say you drop the towel and join me, mm?

[This might have been at least slightly funny, were the past few weeks any different. But he hasn't been in the best mood lately anyhow, and getting hit on by some stranger who has broken into his apartment is low on the amusement scale. The red in his eyes starts to glow a little brighter in growing annoyance.

The towel is staying on, by the way. Although he does fold his arms.]

How 'bout you jus' get on outta here 'fore I change my mind about bein' nice about it?

Well I would hate to see you become rude over this, but I am somewhat reluctant to leave until I've found my clothing. You wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea bout me leaving your home half dressed, would you? The scandal of it all.

[Zev does sit up, continuing to admire the form. Red eyes that flickered- it reminded him of Wynne a bit, how she would glow when casting. Or Morrigan. Either way it wasn't the best sign in such close quarters.]

[The glow grows just a little bit brighter, but fades as Gambit fights down the growing urge to pick up the comb on the dresser nearby and charge it. Losing the comb means a trip to the item shop, and he's trying to avoid those as it is.]

Shouldn't you know where your clothes are 'fore you go sneakin' into people's rooms? Kinda ties up the getaway if you don't.

[Because yes, he has made the hasty escape out a window before, but he always knows where his pants are, thank you.]

You assume I haven't had to make such getaways entirely nude before, which. I have. [He grins.] Nothing speeds an elf along so fast as the arrival of a violent husband. Or wife. Or lover.

[He grins.]

[Gambit is rather unimpressed, Zev.]

Oh, good. Then you can get on outta here wit'out 'em.

And why should I? You or someone you know has obviously deposited me here for some purpose. Either they wished you dead- which cannot be the case for I've no weapons to work with, or they wanted you relaxed and thought to get you a present.

[The grin widens.]

I must say, I am in favor of the latter. You seem in dire need of relaxation my friend.

[While it's entirely true that he could stand to relax lately, he's not going to give this guy the satisfaction of knowing he hit that right on the head. That, and this guy needs no encouragement.

So rather than rise to any of that, he's going to latch on to wording. "You or someone you know". Which means this is most likely a New Feather. Either that, or he's got an even weirder sense of humor than is already evident.]

If you're sayin' you didn't climb in through the window, you got bigger problems'n you know, homme. 'Cause trust me, there ain't anyone I know here who'd be sneakin' you into my room.

[Although he suspects Wolverine might get a good laugh out of it if he heard about it.]

[Ah, but he can tell that the man agrees. Or rather he's going to pretend that he does, it makes life so much simpler for the moment.]

While climbing into windows is something that I am known for, I didn't climb through yours, no. I do not recall falling asleep in a proper bed either, nor have I done so for months so truly you can understand my reluctance to leave. Especially when presented with such a fine potential partner for the rest of the day.

[Teasing, really, because why should answers come easily? That and this man needs to laugh. He thinks. He hopes.]

[Gambit ignores that pass made and instead picks up his journal and tosses it over towards the idiot sitting in his bed. It's a small wonder he doesn't charge it before throwing it. He's honestly a little surprised with himself that he doesn't.]

You got one'a these too, somewhere 'round here. Got all the answers you need. [After a beat of considering telling him to get the hell out again, he instead shakes his head and goes to grab a pair of pants. Shirt is optional, he's just. Getting out of here.] Hate to burst your bubble, ami, but you ain't got a partner for anythin'.

A book?

[Zev catches the thrown object with ease and frowns down at the title, flipping it open after a moment's contemplation. It was unlike any book he'd ever seen before, full of words, voices, moving images-

It's all he can do to not drop the thing and scramble for the window. His hands tighten around it, his jaw clenches in discomfort but. He continues to flip through it.]

Not even a partner in crime? [It's flat, he's distracted. Give him a break.] Pity.

[The flat tone, oddly, is the first thing to prod Gambit's morbid sense of humor. He grins.]

I've had some mighty fine partners in crime, homme. You gotta prove you can keep up first. T'ink you got a ways to go 'fore you're on your feet in these parts.

[Ah, pants. Snatching those up. Pants are a glorious thing.]

If you cannot tell by the marks- [Offhand, idle, but surely they are known here, are they not? Zev motions to the tattoos on his cheek, chest, and shoulders.] I am a Crow. An independent one, but a Crow nonetheless. That should be proof enough that I can do whatever is required of me.

[Too distracted by the book to notice the man getting dressed, and it's a pity. Those are lovely legs to miss out on oogling.]

[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.

...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.

Yeah, it don't get any less weird, neither.

[Master assassins. Figures. Everywhere he goes, he runs into more assassins' guilds. It would be interesting if they didn't cause so much trouble for him.]

You ain't gonna find much work 'round these parts, mon ami. Ain't too many lookin' for hits on people.

And I am perfectly content with that- while it is important to enjoy one's work it isn't exactly my driving purpose in life.

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