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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[She smiles. It doesn't get to her eyes, but she smiles - and digs the point of her blade into his throat. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make him feel it.]

Who are you. How did you get in. Let's start with answers and then we can move on to flirting, hm?

[Ooh, he likes this one. Steely, a mage, lovely, and open to flirtation after business is dealt with. Also quite handy with a blade. He huffs a soft laugh and shrugs.]

Were I to tell you that I've no idea whatsoever how I found my way to your bed- would you believe me?

I doubt I'd find that a very likely--

[Wait. She'd noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, but...those pants are white. And of a very distinct design. New Feather. Oh, crap.

She immediately sheathes her blades (still holding the staff they make up, though - don't try anything funny!) and scrambles out of bed, whereupon she stands there gawking in the enormous t-shirt she sleeps in.]

You're a New Feather. And you woke up here? Gods, I didn't need this this morning...

[She's holding a large stick and can mute, perhaps even immobilize him with but a thought. Zevran may not be trying anything funny at the moment, but he is certainly thinking several funny things. That are more steamy than funny.]

No, I am an elf. [Rustle. Twitch. Wait. What?] ...

[He turns to peek over his shoulder. Wings. Tiny, useless, fluttering wings.]

This is easily one of the strangest turns I've taken in the fade.

[Yeah, she bets it is. Okay, opening dresser drawer, locating pants, putting pants on. That'll do for now.]

Sorry I almost ventilated you; it's kind of a shock waking up to a strange man in your bed, even if he didn't get there on purpose. I'm not gonna stab you, so you can get up now. I'm Anita and you're in a place called Luceti.

[And the lovely legs are hidden from sight. Pity. Zevran was enjoying the opportunity to stare at her luridly. He could continue to do so, but it'd be less fun now that she's more covered. Ah well. He will just use his imagination.]

I wake up with strange men in my bed all the time- or rather. I wake up in other people's beds, and they find it strange I have remained until morning. [A grin.] My name is Zevran. Zev to my friends, which...I hope could be a possibility for us, threats of bodily harm aside?

[Anita just rolls her eyes. Sometimes they just don't stop, do they?]

Well, Zevran, if this is such a regular occurrence for you that you're not even curious as to where you are, you might be in for a shock, because this isn't Kansas, Toto.

I have never heard of Kansas, or Toto, and I am curious about where I am- but that is surpassed by how very curious I am about you. Are you a mage, Anita?

...You might say so. I can do magic, but I don't think of myself as a mage.

But I should tell you that you've been kidnapped. Still more curious about me?

It would not be the first time. [He shrugs.] Though I had hoped the last was, in fact, the last. Ah, well. Not much to be done about it I suppose- unless you are the one that kidnapped me and this is all an elaborate form of foreplay? No?

[He chuckles.]

If there is more to tell, then please. Do.

I didn't kidnap you: the Malnosso did. [She starts going through her drawers, looking for real clothes, because it doesn't look like this is going to be a short interaction.] They run this place; Luceti. It's a small village with some forest and a beach, all surrounded by an invisible, and impenetrable, barrier. No one can get out, but the Malnosso can get in. Sometimes they send droids to kidnap the residents here and take them away to experiment on them; sometimes they take groups of people to fight a war for them. Sometimes they wreak havoc here for no good reason I can think of.

[She drops her assembled outfit on top of the dresser and makes eye contact with Zevran, for emphasis.] But the bottom line is we're all prisoners here. You can think I'm making this up, but I'm not. You'll find out soon enough.

[That was quite a bit to take in. Zevran nods along with the explanation, a pretty cage, an invisible barrier, it seems the work of mages, and he automatically assumes that with their ability to bring people in and entrap them the Malnosso must have several powerful ones at their disposal. That word, though. 'Droid' sticks out. It makes no sense to him and he waits until she's caught his gaze again before asking.]

Forgive my ignorance but...what is a 'droid'?

[She shakes her head.] I know it's a lot to take in, but I have a feeling it takes a lot to make you be serious for longer than half a second.

A droid is a man made of metal. A...suit of armor that moves? It doesn't have its own mind, but it's very strong.

[And with that, she turns back to her clothes, strips her shirt off completely without ceremony, and starts getting dressed. Yeah, she has no sense of shame whatsoever. Welp.]

I can discuss things seriously if I wish. I just do not often wish for such a thing.

[A beat. Suits that move on their own. Golems? Of metal. He has seen something similar but is promptly distracted by the very lovely bare back presented to him.]

...For the moment I would wish to seriously discuss the possibility of getting you to turn around without dressing yourself.

[Nope. Bra first, then dress, with eye-rolling.] I'd like to seriously discuss the possibility of you getting out of my bed. I'll help you get settled in if you want, if only to spare everyone else putting up with you, but first order of business is finding you some clothes.

[Tease. It makes Zevran a pouty, sad elf. Turn around and see him pout Anita.]

Are you certain you wish to see me further dressed? I am too pretty to cover up so easily.

I'm sure I'll survive somehow. [She claps her hands twice.] Seriously, mon. Up. You can't live in my bed.

Are you certain? I would work very hard to earn my keep, I promise.

[He lounges for a moment with a bright arc of laughter before standing. Do as the magical woman says, Zev, and you may yet earn your way into her bed the normal way.]

I'm sure you would. [She's honestly not sure whether he's annoying or kind of charming, in an...annoying way.] You don't have any questions? About this place, about what's going on? You either lead a very interesting life, or you don't believe me.

[Oh think him charming, please, do. He knows he works very hard to come off as such, especially with pretty women.]

I've plenty of questions, and I am very, very curious. I am simply relishing my first night in a real bed in the past long while, and the company of a gorgeous creature that does not seem to mind my attention. Am I not allowed to enjoy this for just a moment longer before all my fragile dreams are shattered by the cruel, cruel fates?

Ah, and he's melodramatic. But I have good news: room and board here is free, so you can sleep in a bed every night, and surely I'm not the only girl here who'll put up with you.

[She goes to the door and opens it.] After all, you're obnoxious, but you're pretty cute. Hungry?

Only if it pleases you. I can be completely serious if you like that instead, but then what fun is there to be had in that?

[Free room and board while trapped in this place. He could learn to like it, he supposes, especially if all the women are as lovely as Anita.]

I suppose I'll just have to try my luck, won't I? But for now- yes. I am positively ravenous. [He stands and puts on his saddest eyes.] Feed me?

[And more eye-rolling.] Come on, then. I have food in the kitchen, but there are restaurants if you don't feel like making something. I don't cook for home invaders.

Not even accidental home invaders?

[He chuckles and follows her, blinking for the first time at the set up of the room. It was...very different than what he was accustomed to. Materials, the styling of the furniture. Very, very odd. It only lends further credence to what Anita's told him, so he tries not to think much of it.]

Not even accidental ones, especially not first thing in the morning. [Oblivious to his thoughts, Anita leads the way to her front door and out into the hall.] So what'll it be, in or out?

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

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