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

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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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Hell no!

[It was too early, but Lupin scrambles upright regardless and starts pulling at the pillows and blankets. The were his, dammit, and he wasn't going to share.]

...

You have three minutes to speak your piece or get out before I go Sarah Connor on your ass.

Edited 2012-07-15 03:12 (UTC)

If you could give me a moment- [There went the blankets- and he is in fact dressed. So nothing happened.

Pity.]

I would wish to explain-

[Sheets, pillows, and where are his boots? His knives?]

...is that a double entendre that I do not know?

[Zevran failed his Perception Check--he would have noticed that Lupin was hording the bedclothes to disguise the fact that he kept his Walther hidden underneath the one he slept on. He drew it and unlatched the safety, his dark eyes sharp as obsidian.]

N'est pas une double entendre. Now talk.

Edited 2012-07-15 03:40 (UTC)

[That is a strange little weapon- the way it's held does suggest it's a weapon of some sort. He sees no blades, nor any runes, just. Metal and bits that look like they should move. Perhaps it is magical in nature-

And the man's temperament makes so much more sense when he speaks. Orlesian. Obviously not too pleased with finding an elf in his bed.]

Of what? Your shiny little toy or the very pleasant dream I was having before you woke me? There were triplets involved. Mmm.

[It was like talking to a wall. He got more reasonable replies from Smoker on a bad day. Lupin steadies his grip, carefully adjusting his aim to a point on the wall that was just past the stranger's pointy ear.]

You have until the count of three to leave.

And you've the count of three to point out where it is you have hidden my clothing, armor, and weapons. If you wish it I will leave, but I promise. You are missing out on a lovely morning after.

One. [a beat.] You can check in the shops around town--that's where everyone's stuff ends up. You new?

So someone managed to strip me of all of my belongings while I slept and deposit me in your bed without my knowing?

[That did not bode well. Either there was magic involved, or Crows. But a Crow would kill him, not steal all his weapons and then dump him into a random bed. Unless this was a game. He hates their games.]

Two.

That would be the Malnosso--they're bastards, and they did it to everyone. At least you weren't stranded out at sea.

For what purpose?

[Because if this was just a game, a show. A bit of entertainment wherein he was just another expendable party- Zev may very well be pissed.]

Three.

[He fires--and hits the wall much further away from his intended spot than he wished. Nevertheless, he keeps talking as if it were planned.

Reveal no weaknesses. Get this man out.]

None of us know, but its annoying as hell. Now, get off of my bed!

[Zevran had been waiting for the count of three- and when he sees the minute shifting in the man's wrist, he ducks and drops down to the left, away from whatever it was that the man was pointing. There was a crack, sharp, like a small boom of a cannon- but no one knows how to replicate what makes them work but the Qunari.

Tense now, and not pleased with the threat to his life, Zev rolls off the bed and lands in a crouch, smirking.]

That...is a very interesting little toy you have there. It's loud. And sexy. Much like yourself.

It's a gun. Glad to see that you were at least smart enough to dodge it. [bluffing~] Now just--now just--

[Scowling he tears his gaze away and releases the trigger, intent on not wasting any more bullets on this loudmouth. With all of the noise, odds were high that he had gotten someone's attention--

Do not flirt with the man with the gun.]

Just shut up, would you?!

[Luke HAD heard the gunshot, and he comes running from the next room over. What on earth was going on...why was Lupin shooting off that gun.]

Lupin?! Is everything alright?

Any good assassin knows to doge. It is one of the first things we learn.

[He snorts from his position on the floor and blinks back over his shoulder to yet another man. Lupin. So the man with the...gun, as he said, was named Lupin.]

I should say not. He tried to kill me!

[He puts on his very best innocent expression.]

Don't listen to the man, Luke. [His voice was hard with his suppressed irritation.] He was in my bed, and he wanted to do things.

[It wasn't fully a lie, but he plans to leave his meaning vague and keep it there.]

[Luke raises an eyebrow as he steps into the room.]

Lupin, put the gun down. Sir, stand up. Let me get a better look at you.

[Zevran had two ways he could play this, and since the other man, Luke, seemed fairly reasonable...plan B it was. Behave like a small, innocent house elf that wandered into the wrong room and was punished for it. Even if it didn't work it'd be amusing to see how much it worked up this Lupin character.

He stands, shoulders hunched and head dipped low. Typical posture of a servant.]

I do not think he did me injury, Ser, but it was a near thing.

[Sighing irritably, Lupin places his Walther on the night table...and reaches in the drawer to pull out his Bryar to leave next to it, so that both weapons were in the open. He scowls and holds his head, trying to regain his focus in this.

Damn the medication. Damn this elf.]

Don't fall for it, Luke. He thought that me threatening to 'go Sarah Connor on his ass' was a double entendre.

[Luke's immediate reaction is to ignore Lupin's rambling and inspect the man. Its readily apparent that its a New Feather Cycle, as Shepard's arrival as well as Ikki's had made plan. And the pants....

Luke facepalms]

Lupin, what is this man wearing?

They were on me when I woke, I promise. I did not steal them!

[That was his primary concern. Well. His apparent primary concern. A house elf caught stealing is usually punished. Terribly.]

[Lupin is intent on just ignoring the elf--beyond the threatening haze and the feeling that he could sleep for another three hours, he didn't care. However, Luke's tone got him to glance over...]

oh.

[Luke nods at Lupin and then to the stranger]

Sir. We're not worried about you stealing them. More, we need to explain this situation.

Would you please? He wasn't terribly informative before he tried to kill me. [He shrinks away from Lupin and takes a half step closer to Luke.]

[Facepalm. Lupin flops back into his bed--let the elf run to Luke, and let the Jedi deal with the act. He just wanted to sleep.]

Just cut the act, would you? It was a miscommunication--and you were in my bed.

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