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| Sabellius | Feb 18 2014, 03:38 PM Post #1 |
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Crossbow bolts rattled off the tiles, throwing chips of hard baked clay and ceramic up, the shrapnel lacerating easily through his dark pants and leaving lines of fire on his skin. How useful it was, to have a tail so that one could gain that extra balance when it came to flat out rooftop running, among other things. Sweat broke out on his skin, making him shudder as it cooled rapidly in the night air, the effort of turning each taking its toll on him. Outdistancing a projectile was one thing but at least one of their armsmen was a good shot in the dark, and the last one had barely glanced aside, grazing his hip and lodging in the folds of his coat. The tile beneath his boot rattled, came loose and flew skidding down into the street below where it shattered, a telltale catcall to his location, and the inquisitor threw himself flat as another hail of bolts soared past overhead and smashed off the side of the chimney, showering him with mortar and brick dust. Yet, he couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying himself. A night out, a warm fire to toast his hands, and then a jolly run in the cool breeze. If you wanted to summarize a night of nursing a mug of the crappiest ale in Eldahar, followed by shadowing a target, setting light to the hideout and barring the door while they were still inside, and then scampering away like the world's clumsiest cat on the roofs, before potentially becoming impaled and turning into a misplaced and oversized porcupine. "We know yer up there, half-breed scum! Phineas knows it were you burnin' the other lots an' all! Just you wait boy, gonna split you up the middle nice an' slow! Ya like that? Let you watch yer own guts comin' out!" A snort of pure derision and amusement left his lips, followed by laughter that bordered on hilarity. The problem with people was that they always thought you cared about what was going to happen if they caught you. The problem with Sabe was that he wasn't going to get caught. They hadn't yet and he wasn't about to just walk down there and turn himself in. And what good inquisitor didn't have a backup plan if something went wrong? He had his, same as anyone else. Leaning low, he braced himself on all fours and dug his nails in under the closest tile, working it until it came loose, then hurled it into the dark street below. After a heartbeat there was a crack and a curse, a close call if he was any judge. His eyesight was damned good in the dark where it wasn't in daylight, but they were lurking below the lip of the roof, and he wasn't against all odds, stupid enough to stick his head over the edge. "Come on down Sabellius! Ya can't stay there forever!" "Oh I don't intend to. Just long enough to piss you off..." he muttered quietly to himself, then half slid, half crawled across the spine of the building until he rose near silent into a crouch, and ran towards the opposite edge. It wasn't uncommon for gangs to just up and start fighting in the streets, though that was usually on the outer fringes, where it was considered the poorer lol lived, though as far as he was concerned they had it better. The water was cleaner, there was less shit to step in in the streets, and if they had less money and possessions..well at least they weren't likely to get either robbed, groped or shanked in an alley when dusk started falling. they didn't have anything worth stealing in the first place. People always thought it was the other way around but there weren't half as many guards patrolling the streets by night as was rumored. And where would you go to nick something of quality? Yeah. The gap was far too wide, and he could see that the instant his feet left the roof. Ironic really that one usually only noticed these things after offering themselves up to oblivion. The teifling windmilled his arms wildly for a second, then abruptly vanished, reappearing several feet away clinging to the edge of the building. "Get him!" "Oh, well, now we're getting real original!" he threw over his shoulder, and with some amount of wriggling and grunting, dragged himself up before he got shafted by half a dozen quarrels. Short of breath, he ran a few paces, then slipped in one heart-in-mouth moment, his body kicking out wide over the edge of the building. One hand closed on the guttering, mercifully free of filth after the shortage of rain, and snapped it off. The momentum carried him forward and through the window which had been half shuttered in a cascade of broken glass and splintered wood that rained in after him as he tucked in low and rolled across the floor. Whip fast he uncurled on all fours, tail lashing and ready behind him while his eyes searched the room. At a glance he would have said it was an inn. By the smell, it was a substantially friendlier inn to the right kind of clientele. Perfume and incense to mask the sweat and other less than savory odors. Like fear. The scream made him wince as the woman started up from the bed, and her client, and still down like some kind of beast, he cleared his throat delicately. Well he might look a beast, but at least he was a refined beast. Sort of. "Ladies." |
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Feb 21 2014, 12:26 AM Post #2 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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Come out with us tonight, They said. It'll be fun! They said. They were right. It was really kind if a surreal change, her lightweight, devil-grassed mind adjusting to the change from a perverted cornerclub occupied all by males (and over hairy smelly ones at that) to a perverted club occupied mostly by females. It smelled better, the company was far more pleasant, and there were pleasant sensations (and some coin jingling between hands) and smokes and things. All the same Merisiel hadn't quite figured out how she had made it quite this far. "So there I was, my belt caught on this scale I my stupid self had loosened, and the thing took off right up off the mountainside, me on it!" The two ladies in the rumpled bed on either side of her gasped. Both were grinning, one fingering an unignorable scar just above Merisiel's slightly exposed hip. "Is this where?" Meri's intoxicated smile slipped into a grin of its own. "That's the one." "What then?" "Well I had to hold on for dear life, but I wasn't about to ditch my axe. I held onto one of it's uh.... horn thingies, I guess. Held onto it, and it spiralled right down to the lake. Scariest damned thing that's ever happened to me. I hacked and slashed at it, I figured 'hell! I'm gonna die anyway, might as well die a good one!'. I woke up two days later and everyone was calling me that. So yeah, there you go, that's how I got the name." "Amazing!" The lady on her left laughed, applauding. The other still fondled at the waistband of Merisiel's threadbare trousers. "What happened to the dragon?" She asked. "They said it got away, haven't heard anything of it since. So...." She smiled a little coyly. "...that enough for an hour or so?" The ladies laughed, and things went into motion. Just as the hounds were about to be freed, there was a colossal crash, and a scream. "Ladies." Merisiel sat up a little, an eyebrow raised. Her voice was lazy, her bearing so laid-back you could roll a carpet out on it. "Oh hey, you're pretty fetching, wanna join us? Only twenty, or a good story, per hour." |
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| Sabellius | Feb 21 2014, 11:16 AM Post #3 |
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((Sorry this is long I had way too much fun omg.)) Girls. Three girls. Normally in such circumstances he would have been overjoyed. Well, he was still overjoyed, but it was a little distracting when there was a bunch of armed men calling for your blood to be all over the street and not rushing to inconvenient places that wasn't outside of his body. Well, only inconvenient because of the handful of men outside. He wondered if there was time. Probably not. The last thing he wanted was for the rest of the Inquisition to find out that he'd probably died happy, doing what he loved, with his face between a woman's legs. Not when they were taking bets on whether you'd be found surrounded by empty bottles of moonshine face down in your own vomit, or full of holes after picking a fight with a riot. He liked the first one better. "Pardon my intrusion. Carry on, please, don't let me ruin your fun." The sudden flare of a match illuminated him starkly as he cupped it and lit the lho stick held tentatively between his teeth, one hand loosening his high collar. The next instant it was snuffed out as the crossbow bolt thrummed past, burying itself into the opposite wall and taking off the end of his cigarette. "Sweetheart I would love to join you and make you all weep with ecstasy. Alas, I'm in a bit of a pickle, as you can see." He gave a most broken and theatrical sigh, pressing one hand to his chest, then chuckled darkly, tossing the broken cigarette through the window. "And I do so love pickles." He made to move to the door when one of the women detached herself, barring his way, hands on naked hips. His eyes went from the bed, and Merisiel, to the one preventing his exit, and raised a brow. "I know that's you Sabe. That's the fourth time this month you've broken something, Sig is going to flip her shit. Don't think you're just going to run off and start shouting that crap about the justice police again." Sabe groaned and thwapped his tail noisily against the floor boards in agitation. The last time he'd come in here, he'd managed to break only a vase but even that was bad enough. It didn't matter how much he plied her with trinkets and kisses and sweet words, the owner of this particularly fine establishment was having none of it, and would keep him on a leash if she could get away with it. She got away with plenty enough as it was. "Add it to my bill, Thea." She made a sound of annoyance which turned into a squeak as he threw her aside to bounce on the bed in a tangle of limbs with the stranger and the other girl. Must have been new, because he knew all their names. Maybe he shouldn't have, was that bad? It didn't hurt to be nice to them. Ladies of Negotiable Affection always had interesting tidbits of information to share, among other things. In truth he hadn't really wanted to shove her aside but there was at least one of them with a crossbow outside, and thanks to his inglorious skill at attracting random metal objects to stick to his person, he felt it coming. Maybe he shoved her a little hard, but then everyone knew he was a cold bastard didn't they? The bolt pinned his sleeve to the wall, and he fought to free himself, wrenching at it until it came loose with a large lump of plaster. Another few coins to add to the total sum. Doors were slamming up and down the hall, rough voices and those distinctly more feminine calling out, raised in consternation and irritation in equal measures. So easily announced, he stepped back, and when the door was flung open, plowed his elbow straight into the man's jaw. "Inquisition! Surprise!" He staggered back, followed by the teifling's boot coming up hard into his guts and throwing him down onto his back in the hall. It was a small measure from there, grunting and wheezing that his foe tried to pull himself to his feet, got halfway and was kicked down the stairs. Well...more or less. He kind of...missed. In actual fact he'd gone through the banister beside the top and flew down to smash right through the other one and land in the curve of the staircase, pulling his comrade down with him. He didn't look like he'd be getting up anytime soon either. Two more were milling at the bottom of the stairs uncertainly, one of them holding a plank full of nails. Sabe smiled and waved down at them. They made no move to follow him up the stairs just yet. He probably should have been paying more attention to the surroundings or he might have noticed the third one before he grabbed him by the short ponytail he kept. The fight that followed was short, and pretty ugly. The plaster fresco of the wall came up way too fast for his liking, and introduced a bawdy and voluptuous woman to the inner workings of his nostrils when she broke his nose with her bosom. "Half-breed dog!" Maybe it was the fact that he'd just had his face smashed into a wall, or perhaps the insult just tipped him over the edge. Or maybe it was the shrieking woman somewhere from one of the other rooms. He felt his temper slip through his fingers like sand, and almost laughed at how stupidly easy it was to just let it. His tail bunched, whipped up and punched his attacker in the fruits and loosened the hold on the back of his neck enough that he could twist free. "Twenty on the Inquisitor!" Maybe Sabe shouldn't have been surprised but it hadn't been the first time he'd bought a show by Sig's place. Maybe he'd win, maybe he'd lose, that was all part of the fun. The shouting screaming and jeering onlookers only fueled it, and his savage joy of the fight to boot. Oh he'd regret it after when the bruises made themselves noticed. Definitely. For a moment it was fists, then there was an axe and fuck only knew where that came from. He dodged aside as the steel rent through the wall, then the banister, cleaving air and sending splintered wood and stone chips everywhere. Plaster dust clung to his skin, in his mouth and eyes and they grappled for it, teetering over the edge of the drop onto the stairs and the floor below. And then he was out over the edge, the man's weight pressing down on him, both of them grunting like animals in each other's faces, tasting blood and sweat and the choking dust from the broken wall. He was losing his grip on the axe. A hush had fallen over the watchers, waiting for the blow to come with baited breath. Everyone wanted his blood and he just wanted to put his face between that pretty little elf's tits and sigh. The Inquisitor shifted his weight, unbalancing them and let go of the haft of the axe, letting it fly by his face and feeling the sting as it bit him. His own hand punched up, again and again, claws unsheathed and tearing through the soft flesh of the man's midriff as he fell forward, pinning the teifling against the floor, hanging out over the ledge as he slid off and over to flop bonelessly onto what was probably an expensive table on the ground floor, once. Coins were changing hands when he flipped himself back up onto his feet. He was only disappointed to see that it was less than he'd hoped. Fingering his ear ruefully, he wondered if they'd be able to sew the rest of it back on. Probably not. It was mostly gone before then anyway. What was half an ear worth to anyone? And it was going to mess up his coat too. Didn't they know how hard it was to get blood of clothes, even black clothes? "I need a stiff drink. And a new nose. Has anyone seen my ear?" |
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Feb 21 2014, 03:17 PM Post #4 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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"No ear here, but I have uh, something nice and toxic to drink." Naturally Meri was the first to step forward, though she was usually the one brawling herself -- but she was no fool and she had heard the taboo call of "Inquisition", and it didn't hurt to have friends in questionable places. Or something. Quite frankly she was pretty sure this was a stupid move but she was equally sure that this guy might be fun for a good romp once the dust settled. "I'm Merisiel, and I have Elf Tears." As she pulled a tiny crystalline bottle with a small amount of clear liquid out from her tunic, one of the courtesans nearest then whispered uneasily: "aren't those illegal..?" Just as slowly, she tucked the bottle away. "Or I could sew your ear back up. I'm indecisive, you pick." Edited by Merisiel Dragon-Rider, Feb 21 2014, 03:19 PM.
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| Gozrik | Feb 21 2014, 04:05 PM Post #5 |
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As Gozrik walked down streets he could feel heads turn. As Gozrik walked down the street, he was pretty sure he could hear quite a few stomachs turn too. Big win. For of course, he had wanted that. For that was why he wore the baggiest trousers ever devised, and it was also why they were mirrored. Not as in reflective, as in actually mirrored. It had been tough to make, but after he had managed to get the custard to the right temperature the hamster had... Well, science had happened, and now he had baggy mirror trousers. And because they were so baggy he could fit all sorts in there. Of course he wore other clothes too, like some shoes. Just normal shoes, Designed to be kicky, of course, an eyepatch. And the hat. Oh, how proud he was of this hat. The hat was gargantuan, bright purple with a pink feather almost as tall as he was tucked into the brim. There were strings tied to the brim from which he hung cigars so they were close at hand, with the exception of one he was smoking. All in all, it was awesome. And he was immune to the law, because he had written "IOU- 3x get out of jail free" on his torso in pink paint. It was an awesome night all told, and he decided to stop to get a drink or two. "HEY!" he shouted at a random stranger "YOU! STOP! I WANT YOU!" the woman looked startled, and more than a little frightened as Gozrik approached, and seemed ashamed nobody else was around. or if they had been, had now vanished. "I desire to get drunk and look girls with massive tittays" Gozrik announced "And you ent cutting it. Where do I go?". The woman whimpered. Although that might of been because he had reached into his pants. She pointed away. "Cheers!" Gozrik beamed, and pulled a small doll out, one that looked like himself. Forcing it into her hands he broke into a run. "IT SPEAKS, BY THE WAY!" he shouted as he turned a corner. The woman looked at the figure in her hand. Tickle-me-Gozrik's glass eye looked up at her. There was a moment of silence and then it spoke: "I find Sotoan musical theatre sub-par"it exclaimed happily. Then exploded. The pirate heard the boom and laughed before pushing open the door. Immediately he felt happy. There was booze here. There was girls. And... Yes... No..? "Has there just been a fight?" he asked excitedly "Awesome! Who won?" he looked around, and noticed the winner. He had less ear. "Well done big ears!" he called gleefully "Let's have a drink! On me!" he dashed over to the downed dark haired man and offered a hand. Before someone said his favourite word. He span on the spot. "Whats illegal?" he asked "And can I have some? Pretty please? I will trade you" he reached into his trousers and pulled out a doll of himself. Well, he said of himself, more it was what he would look like if he was a cherub. A cherub with bulging underwear. "Its an amazing deal, by the way. Also, I will let you lick my abs" he grinned, before pointing at the bar wench. Or someone near the bar. "Bring me booze! And him booze!" he pointed at Sab "And her! And her! And her! And not her! And him! And not her! And have two yourself" he winked, and threw himself into a chair. |
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| Sigvard | Feb 25 2014, 02:48 PM Post #6 |
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// Sig's fabulous headpiece // It was a quite beautiful night, one could say. The Sky was clear, a bit of moonlight shining through the tall window on the third floor, her own quarters she called The Peak. There was no particular reason why she had named the floor for, maybe it sounded like she cared about the building. In a way she did, since it held many of those that were of use to her, servants and pets in her premises that had a fishtank-like meaning to her. Many lives took place there, even if just briefly, letting her observe them and maybe knit them into being a part of hers. Oh, she enjoyed that, plotting and directing her own 'play', real personalities as actors and keeping a little twist of excitement and improvisation. Yes... Sigvard shifted in her place, the hot water in her small bathtub rippling softly in protest to the sudden movement as she leaned her back against the smooth metal surface. Her lower arms extended to hang out over the edges while the upper ones reached up to correct the pure white piece of cloth she had wrapped around her head, so to keep her braided hair from getting wet. She let her hands submerge into the water, wrapping them loosely around her slender legs she kept resting against the walls of the round tub. In a sigh she closed her eyes and hummed a tune, enjoying the scent of lavender evaporating from the water. Hmh, nice touch Nim, maybe I should let you prepare my bath more often... The noice from the floors below mostly didn't reach up here, reason why she kept it as her own in the first place. A sudden sound of wooden structure being broken, followed with rooftiles shattering and a loud thud made her open her eyes however. She leaned to the side and twisted her long neck to peer over her shoulder and the tub's taller backside at the door. Wonder if that was her roof being crashed, since it had gone quiet now. Well, if it was, she would get informed about it soon enough. Letting out yet another sigh the brothelkeep levered herself up with the help of all her four arms, squeezing the sturdy metal edges of the tub. If someone had been around she would have rubbed her elbows and showed dismay towards the air that felt cold after a hot bath, but since there were no one she didn't have to pretend. The change of temperature made her experience nothing in particular, yet she saw warmth pleasing. The scented water dripped to the floor in thin strands that striped her body as she strode to the other side of the room, disappearing behind a wall of red curtains that shifted a bit on her passing. The door opened shortly after, but there were no footsteps to indicate they entered the room. Guess they were just peeking in, afraid of interrupting her. Must have been one of the new girls, since those that had spent time with her knew better to not be scared of her. Much. " Um, Lady Sig? " A timid voice called out, green eyes looking around the room that was quite dark due to it being illuminated only by a candle on the table next to the bathtub in the middle. Sigvard wouldn't answer anything yet, keeping them waiting for a moment longer as she got dressed into her many layers of garments. Only the huff of the young girl's startled breath could be heard and on some level she really enjoyed it, since their anxiety was quite amusing. Upon slipping the last heavy ring to decorate her pale fingers she took a deep inhale, turning on her naked heel and slipping to the line of sight of the other from behind the curtain. She smiled, trying to calm the girl down with her understanding expression while staying silent to let them state their business. There was no rush, but something serious must have happened if both Thea and Nim were held from coming to her, since they were the ones she had made her favourites. And whom she had given the reins over the Brothel, having their position right under her and taking care of things that she herself saw tiresome. " Ugh... Um... There has been an... accident, a man fell thro- " The girl started, being interrupted by a loud shout from presumably the second floor. Inquisition! Surprise! Sigvard raised her hand to rub her forehead in disappointment, exhaling sharply in slight annoyance. Surprise? Hardly so. Should have known those people were going to cause trouble, again and again. If it had been someone else the situation would have been interesting, but since it was someone familiar she saw it slightly... Unexciting. She brought her hands together in a loud rustle of her many sleeves, looking at the girl while she tapped her lips and pondered on her move. As the owner of the place she sure should intervene in the ruckus downstairs, but take her time so to not get involved too much. " You may go, Mina, I'll see to it. " The Snakeling said, with a slight hiss in her somewhat soft motherly voice, sending the girl off with a wave of her hand. She moved to the endtable next to her bathtub that was still steaming, unwrapping the rag that held up her hair. The thick, circular braids fell down in a loud clink as the golden decorations hanging in the ends collided with each other, her jewelery coated fingers then stroking through them to restore the order. The flickering light of the candle captivated her gaze for a moment and she stood still, her delicate hand picking up the glass of fine red wine from the table. She took a sip, bending her lower arms behind her back so to make them stay out of the way. And sight. There weren't many that knew they even excisted, since she had them hidden in big sleeves that folded around them in a way that made them look like some sort of decoration. She couldn't remember why she had ended up presenting herself in such a manner in the first place, since the world sure held many things more peculiar than a lifeless creature with four arms, but she had become comfortable with it. No reason to break the illusion now, she was a fulltime deceiver after all. In silence Sigvard turned hastily, walking to the door and opening it to hear if the fight was over yet. She'd rather make her entrance when the men were done hitting each other, since there was mostly little she could do to make them stop anyway. Upon not hearing much, except someone loudly offering a round to everyone in The Surround at the ground floor, she slipped her skinny feet into the crimson cloth shoes next to the doorframe. She closed the door behind her as she took her way down the staircase, stroking the feathery headpiece and her hair that had taken a dark, shiny blue for it's colour. Her favourite so far, might keep onto it for a bit since it complimented the cold hues of her eyes and skin. As she reached the second floor she froze for a moment, taking in the details of the damage it had received. Oh my, the Inquisition sure had exceeded themselves this time around. She let out a light shriek of dismay upon noticing the fresco of a Lady missing from the wall. That had cost a fortune! Pursing her lips she took a few steps forward, her hand tracing the polished wooden railing to the point it was broken, ripped by someone being thrown at it no doubt, then glancing down at the person lieing atop one of the most expensive darkwood tables. Or what was left of it. Her hair let out a sharp chime as her head turned to look for the one guilty of bringing this disgrace to her premises. Upon spotting the man with white hair she tilted her hips in a questioning manner and let out a little humm. Just as she had thought. " Inquisitor Sabellius. Even with your very presence being quite lovely and appreciated, I must still ask of you not to bring your friends the next time around. They make an awful mess. " She tittered, her voice calm as she stared at them over her glass of wine. Like they were going to listen anyway. Hmh. Not sharing any more of her thoughts with the man for now she turned in her place, seeing a few curious faces peeking from through the narrowly opened doorways in the corridor of the Nest and giving them a questioning look. " What are you all looking at? The show is over, back to work before your men find someone else to fondle them. " She retorted. Or worse, discover they might aswell do it themselves. Taking a stern look she waved her hand around at the girls that giggled in return and obeyed, many doors being closed. It was not like she asked them to do much anyway, but could at least try to make some money at times. Keeping this Brothel wasn't really her job, it was a hobby, an expensive hobby, since everything that coursed in she used to provide it with upgrades. Meaning dressing everyone in finest clothing and keeping everything in order, something this Inquisitor of ours had just broken. Damn it. Sigvard hummed to herself in contemplation, tapping her chin with her heavy index. The not so familiar looking Pirate in the Bar had already offered everyone drinks, so guess she would have to do something else to entertain her guests, repay them for the Mayhem they had to witness, even with most of them just being amused by it. Nothing like that happened around the GoodNight Kiss that often anyway, so maybe the brawl had been a good change. Was it her that should start paying the Inquisition to cause a scene once in a while? Hah! Not if she could avoid such a thing, for they mostly did it anyway. Should just keep acting like she actually cared about the damages and make them stuff their endless wealth into her pockets. Which were already pouring over to begin with. " All the beverages and other services are on the house for the rest of the Night. " Her slightly raised voice chuckled as she leaned over the railing of the second floor, peeking down at the Barkeep and signaling him. Upon straightening up she noticed Thea waving at her from the room from which Sabellius had rushed out from -according to the state of the door-, answering with a nod and giving a quick stroke to the silky hem of her dress. Upon reaching the door she felt a breeze flowing through her garments and reaching her naked ankles, tilting her head back to see the quite extensive hole in the roof. Yes, the Inquisition sure knew how to break an entrance, every time getting more and more creative in means of crashing into her house. Gods. Her look darted around and she saw the bed had been disturbed, giving Thea a quick look to which they were as fast to point out the Elven woman, to whom the room had belonged. The look on her pale face softened slightly and she turned to face the Elf, who seemed to be offering the Inquisitor some sort of a drink. She felt slight annoyance at them having to bring their own drinks, was her collection of some of the rarest and most illegal in the World not good enough? The feeling would have to be pushed aside for now, make it forever, since she would probably forget about it soon enough. " I apologize in behalf of the Inquisitor for interrupting your lovely evening. May I interest you with another room, of your own choosing of course? " She asked of the Elf and motioned at the doors behind her back, then slowly moving downstairs while downing the rest of her wine. Should get another glass, this was going to be a long night so she might as well try to enjoy it. On her way to the bar she had to gracefully jump over a few bodies, most of them would wake up with a concussion now doubt. In case they weren't dead, since one never knew when it came to the Inquisition that liked to share their justice of every-man-for-himself-the-way-it-best-suits-him even in places where it really didn't belong. She didn't have to say anything to the Barkeep, since they knew what she wanted by the way she put down her empty glass on the mirrorlike surface of the counter. While waiting for a refill to be poured she eyed the quite wrecked surrounding, kicking a piece of the banister that lied in her feet. Don't want to trip into that. Now she was also able to see the Pirate better, tilting her head slightly as she folded her arms in ponderation. Had she seen them before? They sure had made an interesting choice of attire, but guess that was the way of the pirates. Or whatever they were. |
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| Sabellius | Feb 25 2014, 08:04 PM Post #7 |
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Sabe half turned, the lho stick stuck between his lips in the process of being lit, and eyed the woman and her shiny shiny bottle. At least the opiates would dull the pain some, it wasn't so much as disabling as an annoying sting that was developing into a dull red ache in the side of his skull, and making it difficult to think clearly. Though that could have just been his drug intake today. Still, better heavily sedated than rampaging animal. Though by the way she was eyeing him he wouldn't disagree if she wanted to try and wrestle with him, beast or no. He rolled the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, before the loud brash voice shouting about fights stole his attention, and he leaned back against the unstable banister, peering down over his shoulder at the general mess and the hairy speaker in some particularly fantastic attire. Not something he himself would have chosen but it was pretty amazing to look at, all glittery and throwing tiny lights all over the walls. Well if he wanted to get noticed he would definitely get some of that stuff. Maybe if he went to this ball in Morrim. "I may have to lighten your burden of said illegal substance...but don't let me catch you with it again, or I shall have to arrest you." Sabe broke his careful poker face with a wink at Meri, his tail reaching up to take the lho delicately from his mouth, and flick it away, replacing it just as easily. "Ahh well...with an offer like that, how can you say no? Who wouldn't want to lick his abs after a round of free drinks? Hell I might join in myself, just this once. Go on tiger, go git him." He glanced at the weird doll that he'd shoved on the woman, cleared his throat and shifted position against the potentially hazardous railing, then broke out into a toothy smile at the sound of the Lady's enraged shriek. "Hello Sig." The girl preceded her, scuttling past in green silk which revealed as much as it concealed, sheer and flush against her skin. His eyes followed her rear appreciatively, then slid towards the grandiose matronly snakeling. he had to give it to her, though he'd managed to trash a good chunk of the Nest, she was keeping it together nicely. The Inquisitor met her cold eyes with his own warm ones squarely, one brow arching in a silent challenge. It was a fun game they played, one might say. Of course he'd never arrest her, they had a wonderful partnership, pleasure and opiates changing hands as easily as gifts and favors. And she was, surprisingly, one of the few people he liked and got one with. She was classy. He caught his tongue between his teeth as she announced that all drinks would be on the house, giving her a look. Was she in a good mood, or being generous because it was a prelude to distracting everyone else while she gave him the sharp side of her tongue? Not that he minded her tongue at all... His gaze flicked backed to Meri, and decided he preferred her out of the clothes. In them, she looked like she needed something. Maybe a bonfire. "No need to apologize for me, my dear Sig. I do have my own mouth, you know." He slipped past to rock from heel to toes at the top of the staircase, hands knuckling the small of his back. He should probably be more formal and official, and actually check the bodies. Not all of them were dead, certainly but one never knew until you at least stamped on their neck and heard them gurgle. "And lips. And tongue." He added as an afterthought, then spun about to smile at the pair of them, performing a most gracious bow in one smooth sweep. "My Lady Elf-Tears. Should you require anything, I'm gonna be downstairs getting royally smashed on Sig's fine booze." His gaze slipped to the lady herself, and he tilted his head slightly. "After she tallies up the damages...and has one of her little songbirds fetch me a towel and some clean water. I cut myself shaving." He indicated his ear loosely, crimson running down the side of his neck to stain the collar of his coat, stiffening it as it dried. |
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Feb 25 2014, 09:51 PM Post #8 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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As chaos -- or a short hairy dude -- let itself into the place Merisiel found herself grinning and biting her lip to keep from bursting into donkey gales of laughter. She failed. "Ma'am," She addressed the Lady of the Brothel (and quite possibly one of the most alien-looking people she had ever met: her hair tingled slightly as the woman's cold life essence brushed past Meri's fiery own), "For all that's happened tonight I'm having the time of my life. You run one hell of an establishment." Her grin widened. Now the dark-skinned guy.... Sabellius? Now he made her bite her lip in a completely different way. Without really noticing she straightened her back and swayed her hips in mock disappointment when he said he'd have to take the Tears away. "I shall have to hide it then, and you'll have to search me up and down." But she had a better idea. Better as in dangerous and presumptuous. And maybe a bit over the top. The elf ended up following everyone down the stairs, as that was where most of the fun seemed to be happening, discreetly dropping two drops of Tears onto her tongue. At the bottom of the stairs, without swallowing, she followed Sabe closely and casually strode in front of him, the Tears tingling warmly on her tongue. With a half-turn she opened her mouth, leaned forward.... And licked his lips, stuffing the bottle into his hand. Before promptly turning to Gozrik and licking his abs She then sat at an unbroken table looking totally satisfied, totally happy, in absolute whorehouse bliss. Even with all the destruction around her. She procured a glass, lotus-shaped pipe and lit it. She had planned to smoke after she had gotten laid a few times... Might as well start early. "Yes ma'am, a very fine establishment." |
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| Gozrik | Apr 27 2014, 03:08 PM Post #9 |
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" All the beverages and other services are on the house for the rest of the Night. " Something sparked and flickered before exploding within Gozrik. "Wonderful! Hear that! Everything is free in honour of the awesome Gozrik Krauswich, the prince of parties. Barman! Give me" he looked along the top of the bar "Those two bottles, and then rub your left nipple with one finger" he demanded, shouting louder than he needed to. Quickly his demands were met, and as he turned, throwing his head back to gargle the booze, something wonderful happened. Some random pointy eared chick licked his man abs. Which was wonderful and life affirming and "I MUST HAVE HER" he decided, a mixture of rum and mystery booze dribbling down his chin and chest. He tucked one bottle (the rum) into his underwear (it felt cool and tingly on Gozrik Junior) and advanced on Meri. "Hello sweet tits." he began with "I want to do things with my crotch to your crotch." he span on the spot, and slowly moon walked back until he was standing next to her, throwing one arm around her shoulder as the other poured weird booze into his mouth. "Ah... Hold this" he commented and stuffed the bottle into her cleavage so he could use his hands to pull out a box of massive cigars. He put one in his mouth and lit it, blowing great amounts of smoke into the air. "Anyone else want one?" he asked to anyone in earshot, and responded by throwing a couple to people who asked, literally. "These are the finest smokes in the world. I should know, because I stole them from a man who slaved for years planning the ultimate heist." The mistake the man had made was boasting that he had stole a box of cigars worth more than most cities. And being vulnerable to bullets to the face, that hurt him too. And they were so good. Gozrik would have wondered whose they were originally, but they were obviously lame and he was awesome. He pulled the bottle from his pants and took a sip. "This rum is pretty cheap though." he mused, before downing the bottle. Or most of it. "I want to lick the rest of this off your chest" he declared "And then we have a wild night of partying. And then we have a sex party on my ship for like a month until I get bored" he added, before adjusting how he held the cigar in his lips. He took a long drag and. Oh dear sweet Krauswich God that was good. He took another long drag and then locked his mouth to this elf chick, hoping the smoky, vanilla and oh so complex taste could be shared. And mentally deciding he needed to save one for his daughter. Finally he jumped back and let out an empty scream of pure joy, punching the air. "THIS IS AWESOME!" he looked around and took a few steps to the bar. "Hey, owner. I will trade my sparkly trousers for some sort of illegal drug type thing" |
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| Sigvard | Jun 8 2014, 09:46 AM Post #10 |
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// Sorry it took me this long, guys. // Her investigative stare that lingered over the hairy dwarf was broken when the sharp sound of her filled glass reached from behind her, making the Snakeling turn in a faint smile. Choosing not to give the commotion too much mind for now she hoisted the wine to be held between pale fingers, waving it in silent ponder and keeping her back turned to the mayhem. She kinda liked the unwrecked view of the counter and everything behind it when opposed to the terribly loud and shattered state the rest of the Bar was in. Her half-lidded, somewhat blank stare shifted slowly towards the footsteps that followed in her wake down the stairs, those of the elven duo. Was now that she took note of the honourary Inquisitor's injury, a missing ear on supposingly less attractive side of their face that mostly was veiled by snowy white hair. What a shame, not that it hindered their pitch dark handsomeness that much. She had been about to open up about the damage some more to the approaching man, but halted her tongue when all of a sudden the female elf 'cut in line' and chose to brief Sabellius' with a kiss. An uncontrollable burst of amusement escaped Sigvard and for a moment it seemed as if she was choking in her wine, a lightly surprised look turning away from the embracing couple whilst her free hand reached to muffle her chirping laughter. To be completely honest, she was not sure why it had been so amusing, maybe because it had been a bit awkward on the man's part. Or then she had just needed a laugh. After pulling herself together she took a deep breath and straightened up, tilting her glass in appreciation to the barkeep that now seemed to be circling their nipple with their index. Her brow raised a bit and she stared over her beverage, azure locking absently to the questionable action taking place on the barkeep's attractive chest. Yes, keep doing that. In a disturbingly pleased smirk she shot another glance towards the Inquisitor, an endearing edge arriving to the corners of her mouth. Seems the jolly lady from before had left them for another man, her look tracing to find the missing female at the Pirate's mid-section. Left alone again, are we, Eliakim. Her embroidered slippers carried the slender frame before the teifling, eyes glimmering from under questioning brows when she attempted an offended posture. Without a word she reached a hand to hover over the wound in examination, another two slipping from their hidden sleeves to grab the man's belt gently as if they were a type of prey she tried to keep from running away. A frown overlaid her cheerful features when she came aware of the state of their garment that was most likely ruined, what a waste, and as slow as ever her cold hues returned to capture that of the teifling. " Who was she, another one of your conquests, Sabellius? My, you are making me jealous. " She started with a playful smirk, making a half turn in her place to look at the one addressed directly, tone holding some pretended and false envy. Wasn' that she treated the dear Inquisitor like they were a lover or anything, rather a valuable or a possession to whom she was a dragon that guarded them in some passive way, making sure she was to take advantage of their acquaintanceship in the years to come. Musn't let them get too distracted by other goods that roamed free and to distances she would be unable to monitor. " Want me to get you something and possibly someone to wash that up? We shouldn't leave our precious Inquisitor soaked in his own blood after all. " She murmured under her breath, leaning her face close to her captive's conspiratorially. Without awaiting an answer she dipped her head backwards to shed a glimpse to those leering over the banister remains above, catching Thea's look in a click of her fingers. She had to only point at the Inquisitor to get her message across and the girl was on their way, the figure veiled in green disappearing to execute the task given. " Thea will see to that. I am afraid we don't have a matching piece of your wondrous attire for replacement, but I am sure none would mind a glance of that magnificent physique of yours in its natural state. " Sigvard's hues visited the teifling's battlewound markingly and in a light titter she detached, the lower pair of arms releasing the man and slipping back to their sleeves behind her back with the swiftness of twin snakes. A chiming step directed the joyful orchestra that was her to the counter once more, her pale hand hoisting her glass up to offer the lips a sip. - Hey, owner... She hardly had time to enjoy her drink to the fullest when a shout rung towards her, from the unsurprising point of the Pirate. Illegal drugs, huh? Well, the house was really full of that kind, they could've just gone to some of the girls to get a taste. A polite and a tad bit ponderant edge tugged her lips and she measured the short person up and down. Wonder how much those trousers were worth, if anything, for they sure were of a most unusual kind. Not that she really cared for a fair trade, for she could've happily overpaid the man just to get them off her back. Hopefully they weren't to come too close and bless her with their touch, for it seemed a bit unhygienic. Might have to burn the pants if they were to leave them around. Hmh, Nim would be the one to do that. " Your breeches sure are magnificent. " She answered aminds her graceful winetasting, head tilting in calculation. " Name your price and we will see it granted. We are well stacked in these... illegal drugs as you call it. " A little hum took from between her teeth in conclusion and in a wave of her hand she signaled the barkeep once more. In mere seconds they offered her a pipe, having conjured it from under the counter, and as she brought its bit to her lips the trusty employee made sure to light it as well. Taking a peaceful drag she nod in gratefulness and returned to eye the Pirate, gaze narrowing as if she was weighing options or contemplating on the taste. " Please, have a taste before your purchase. " The Snakeling chimed all of a sudden, offering the long stemmed smoking instrument to the impulsive Dwarf. In anticipation over their possible acceptance she exhaled a cloud assuringly, the sweet smoke veiling her stare ominously. |
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| Sabellius | Jun 13 2014, 02:59 PM Post #11 |
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Fléctere si néqueo súperos, Acheronta movebo.
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Sabe grinned widely, showing as many sharp teeth as was probably inappropriate. Search her, huh? A dark chuckle escaped, bubbling in his throat as he exhaled softly under his breath, half a whistle. Somehow he got the impression searching her, officially or not, would end up with her searching him. First however, there was the matter of the clean up. Leading the way, he picked his way down the mostly intact staircase, stopping to nudge a body out of the way for safe passage for the ladies before continuing. Most of them were still alive, just unconscious, though that could easily change, and it didn't necessarily have to be him to do it. His hands were dirty enough with that sort of thing as it was. He moved aside to let them pass easily at the bottom, when the elf swung about in front of him, and...well he was not against licking. His brows shot skyward, expression hovering somewhere in the range between 'what the fuck' and 'hello nurse', then she was gone, and he was left with the bottle, and a numbing tingling as he passed his forked tongue over his lips, tracing the sensation. Curious. His sanguine gaze followed her as she took a seat, darting to Gozrik with some amusement. "Thanks but no thanks. Not strong enough, Captain Pants." The teifling replaced the lho stick back in his mouth, winked at Captain Pants and immediately removed it again via tail as his hands were filled with something else. Namely the owner of the delightful establishment. It was more for respect than anything, though there weren't that many he could say deserved that much, Sigvard sat pretty highly in his books. Which meant there was a heavy file on her back at headquarters that he did a good job of misplacing every time someone got suspicious. Ahh so serious. He waited for the berating of the damages, instead pulled by the belt to her while she made to examine the superficial wound. He didn't flinch, as she didn't touch, but inched the side of his face away from her inquisitive fingers ever so slightly. As much as he loved her oh-so-skillful appendages, he didn't quite trust her not to poke out of curiosity. "Ah Sig, you know I only have room in my cold shrivelled heart for you." His tone was light, mocking as her own feigned envy, and removing his hands from her skinny waist to stick the cigarette between his lips, he wasn't above pinching her backside with his third hand, keeping his expression carefully and innocently neutral all the while. "Does my bleeding all over your brothel offend you? I am terribly sorry, I shall amend this problem at once!" He glanced up as she snapped her fingers, hardly surprised that the girl in green had gone running at the serpent lady's bidding. She did have a girl for everything, it seemed. Sabe barked a short laugh at her observation, shaking his head, then wishing that he hadn't done it quite so vigorously. "That wasn't very subtle, Sig. We'll call it collateral though, maybe it won't look so bad when they tally up the record for damages and beat my ass for it." The bottle of elf tears went into his pocket then, the long coat unbuttoned without ceremony and tossed carelessly over the back of a chair. The blood was slowing thanks to the swift workings of his system, though the high white collar of his sleeveless jerkin was saturated with a too-bright slash of crimson, already drying to rust. It wasn't difficult to strip it off and cast it atop the jacket on his now claimed chair either, leaving his torso bare, hair tickling the back of his neck in a most distracting manner. "Hey, Nipples! Line me up a couple shots!" He grinned, waving at the barkeep who was for some reason still fondling himself, then set about moving the bodies outside, stooping to drag them upright and carry them across his shoulders back through the main doors. He didn't move them too far, one at a time, each trip dumping them in the alley that led to the back door of the brothel. With any luck, someone else would do the worst for them, be it stealing every possession they owned and leaving them to slip home in the nuddy, or just giving them a red smile. He took the time to position them in the lewdest fashions he could think of too. It was after all, right outside a brothel. A little advertising never hurt, except, you know, their confidence and self worth when they came to. Thea was waiting when he returned panting a little from exertion and the chill cooling the sweat on his skin rapidly, leaving him to shudder lightly. The bowl of water she held out steamed, and the clean cloth looked good enough. There was a needle, and thread too. "Couldn't find your ear." "Not much to speak of anyway." "Do you want me to..?" "Nah. Thanks, I'll deal with it. I recover fast." She nodded and moved away, bringing him the shot glasses as he sat, resting the bowl carefully on the small table beside his chair, and wrung the cloth out until it was only damp. "Cheers Thea. Sorry about your room. If it's any consolation-" "Sabe, shut up." "Yes ma'am." He knocked back the shot, wincing at the punch of fire to his throat, pondering what it was...not that it mattered much. It wasn't that he always fell through the roof or the window, but it seemed the best way, usually. Front doors were so last season. And they always paid him in sweets for dealing out some mite of protection when they had trouble outside of Sig's. Or drugs. Or drugged sweets. He lifted the cloth, pressing it to his neck with a low grunt as the water flicked up the wound, stinging. Salt. He left the cloth there, nestled in the crook of his shoulder, then retied his hair only as far as to sweep the veil away from the stinging cut. Beneath the curtain of snow, the skin was a mass of scar tissue, ridged and pitted, creeping along the line of his jaw and consuming the side of his neck, as though someone had casually decided to throw burning pitch on it at some point. It wasn't too far from the truth. He resumed his task of cleaning, watching the water turn pink, the blood swirling like smoke as it coiled in the bowl. A smirk eased itself onto his lips, noting the green lady watching. She'd seen it before. "Hey, go look outside, by the alley mouth. I left you a nice slogan." Edited by Sabellius, Jun 13 2014, 03:26 PM.
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Aug 23 2014, 12:40 AM Post #12 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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((OOC: oh my gentle Jesus you guys I'm crying from laughter)) Oh yes, here was a serious party, and make no mistake. Tonight, Merisiel Dragon-Rider would go apeshit and have fun and maybe come up with a ridiculous new last name for herself. That mostly depended on whether or not she remembered or survived this night, and both instances depended on her sobriety, half of which she had already lost, and the other half was steadily falling as the moments ticked by and she became drunk on the very atmosphere. She whooped when the short hairy dude moonwalked back towards her, and responded with a spinny crotch-grab-thrust, before a bottle was conspicuously shoved into her shirt. Seemed like a good place for it. However after a spontaneous make-out session, and suddenly with all the possible drink and drug combinations endlessly whizzing through her smoke-hazed mind, she felt like just accepting the free party without giving something in return would be cheap of her. All she really had in her pockets at any given time were a few dirty coins, some renegade tea leaves, a pouch of devil-grass, and maybe a couple of busted acorns or something. You never knew when you'd need a good acorn break. "MY GOOD HAIRY SIR," Meri had caught the shouting bug, it seemed. "YOU MUST TAKE YOUR BOTTLE FROM BETWIXT MY TITS BECAUSE I HAVE AN AWESOME IDEA also may I have a cigar? Sweet, thanks!" With the bottle removed and a cigar clamped in her teeth, Merisiel wrapped her arms about herself and, without warning, removed her shirt for the world to see and lay on her stomach upon the bar. "Barkeep, serve drinks on me! I've always wanted to have drinks served on me! Also I dig your nips." |
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