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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[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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