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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...You may call me Abhorsen.

[Giving her name to a man sleeping in her bed seems a little too personal so...he gets her title instead. With that she opens her door and wait expectantly.]

Well you certainly aren't abhorrent to the eyes, my lovely Abhorsen. [He props himself up on his elbows and smiles.]

[There's just no stopping him, is there? Huffing a frustrated sigh Sabriel frowns at the man, lips pressing into a thin line.]

You now know my name, Mr. Arainai and I will only ask you once more. Please leave so I may dress or I will make you leave.

Please, call me Zev. [A wider grin still.] I do love it when a woman is forceful with me.

[And that's the last straw. Sabriel said she would only ask once more so that's all the warning Zevran gets before she takes a deep breath and whistles a single, solid note. With a force of her will she uses Kibeth, the Walker's influence of the whistle to wrap around Zevran's legs, calling them to walk where the man would not...which would be right out the opened door, if you please.]

[What an odd reaction. He'd heard of mages that used song to focus, but a whistle? That is truly pecul-

It's as far as Zev's thoughts go before he's forced upright and finds himself walking. The tone was pure, the intent not his own, and that? Well that won't do. Zev's pretty smile drops as he grits his teeth and attempts to dig in his heels, managing to gradually slow to a stop.

It takes a great deal of his concentration, however.]

If....I apologize. Will you stop?

[She can't very well whistle and speak at the same time but she takes it that she properly has his attention. The whistle dies down and Sabriel gives a soft sigh, her will binding the man's feet slipping away. It was too early in the morning for any of this.]

Mr. Arainai, all I want is for you to go outside so that I may change in privacy. Once that is done, then I will accept your apology.

[Zev relaxes once the phantom force prompting his movement falls away. Free, more or less, for however long he remains on this woman's good side. He bites his tongue to avoid saying anything that would give her cause to whistle again, and dips into a quick, flourished bow.]

Then I shall do so. Thank you kindly, Lady Abhorsen.

[With that he turns and steps out of the room. Peeping would be ungallant and unwise at this juncture.]

Edited 2012-07-25 01:59 (UTC)

Thank you.

[Sabriel dips her head reply to the bow, closing and locking the door behind the man before she quickly goes about her business. After using Kibeth she hoped the man had enough sense not to try her any more than she has but in the case that he didn't, she dresses quickly into the comfort of her breeches and a short sleeved cotton blouse, her sword belt strapped around her waist for comfort and her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail.

That done, she unlocks the door and peeks out, looking around for the strange man.]

[Out of habit if nothing else Zev has remained just three feet to the left of the door, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. He could explore- but that might incite the wrath of this young woman and he would rather avoid that. Instead he makes a pretty statue of himself, eyes half closed, wings rustling against his back. Utterly still, utterly silent save for those.]

[As much as he was frustrating before she's glad that he had the sense to stay put. Crossing her arms she leans against the door frame to face him.]

I'm assuming you are new in the village.

Quite new, in fact.

[The solid posture melts the moment he hears her voice, a statue becoming something fluid. Leaning back against the wall with a curve of a smirk.]

I believe this is my first day here, no, my first hour!

[Barely settled in a new place and that's how he decides to make a first impression? Actually, if he's just appeared then that would mean he'd have a journal nearby.]

If you've just arrived them some of your possessions from your home world might be around. There should also be a journal with your name on it nearby, it can tell you all about this world and...well, I'll let you read it for yourself.

[With that she ducks back inside her room, the door open to the man as she glances around for anything that isn't hers that might be lying about.]

I would certainly hope so- how would anyone make an honest living for themselves if all they began with here were the very limited clothing upon their backs?

For a start, there is no currency here. All of the food, clothing and services are free.

[Crouching down to give a quick check under the bed she spots the leather bound journal and reaches for it. Sure enough, Zevran's name is embossed across the cover.]

Here it is.

Forgive me if I do not take you at your word in this. Nothing is free, not without reason.

[He accepts the book and blinks down at it- his name across the front. With a curious tilt to his head he begins to flip through and the casual smile melts away. Not entirely, but enough for one to know he's shaken.]

At least, there is no form of payment in the village between the villagers. Our captors on the other hand...

[She shrugs and lets the man read. The gradually falling smile doesn't escape her notice and considering his situation her stern attitude softens a little.]

...Would you like some tea? It's a lot to take in all at once.

Take their favors as they will, yes?

[He snorts a laugh that's edged with bitterness. He'd fallen right back into an uncomfortably familiar situation.]

...that may make this more pleasant.

If not for their meddling the village isn't all that bad of a place to live, but we don't have much of a choice.

[Sabriel shrugs and turns to lead the way downstairs and to the kitchen. Setting some rolls and butter out on the counter she sets the kettle to heat on the stove, preparing the teapot from memory as she glances over her shoulder to the man.]

If you have any questions that haven't been answered by the guide I can try and provide you with something.

The only pressing question I have is if it is true that people may come from any world, at any time.

[If there were those from his own- and if those that were dead could be pulled to this place...

Rinna.

No.

He shakes off the thought and paints on a grin.]

If this is true then I've a village full of exotic beauties waiting my attention.

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

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