The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105 
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jan 20, 2019 14:16:04 GMT -8
The guard shook his fist at her, grumbling something about what he did with his wife being none of Fiona's business. Still, he let her go and continued dragging the thrashing Locust down the street, allowing Fiona to go on her merry way. She would find Mouse's tracks fairly easily, his shuffling, limping gait making an easy trail to follow in the mud. Moving quickly she'd soon catch up to him on the outskirts of town as he made his way down the road. He jumped as she approached, having not noticed her in the pouring rain until she was nearly upon him.
"Oh!" he said, recognizing her. "Oh, it's you. Uh...is it done? Did you kill it? Of course you didn't, you can't...but how did you escape the guards? I thought they were going to arrest you for sure. What did you do?"
In the dim light, Mouse looked very miserable indeed. Soaking wet from head to toe, covered in mud, beaten and bruised...it was difficult to imagine a more pitiful figure. He squinted at Fiona through swollen eyelids, raindrops dripping from the end of his nose.
"What do I do now?" he asked. "Do I run off? Hide? Go off to some far-off corner of the empire and change my name? I've never thought about having to do this before...is there anything I should know?"
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 20, 2019 15:50:55 GMT -8
Fiona finds herself pitying the poor fool, his situation wasn't of his making, instead it was just a cruel luck of the draw that's left him destitute. Ah well, we can't all be winners. “Its done,” she says as she catches up, now standing beside him. “Couldn't kill it, no, but I'm certain I put it out of action with a bolt to the head. Damn thing seized up and lost all motor control. Yes, I'm good, I know.”
She puts her hands on her hips in a confident manner, smiling under her scarf. “As for the guards, two were killed. One to the Locust, cut his throat, wasn't much for it. The other, hit by lightning of all things. Can you imagine that? Still makes me feel uneasy.” She shifts on her feet a little, still in a little shock from that particular event. “I struck a deal with the last one.” She continues, hands on her hips again. “Tell his bosses to stop the project and destroy the locusts after study, to let me go, and to leave you alone. As far as they're concerned, you're dead.” She reaches out and pats his shoulder carefully. “You're a free man now, Mouse, even if you have nothing.”
Her hand leaves his shoulder now, followed by a short pause. “I'm a woman of my word,” she says, finally. “I said I would help you fake your death, and I did, but I didn't say anything about helping you after the fact.” She raises a hand to say that she isn't done. “But I'd probably feel a little guilty if I let you wander off to become homeless. Now, if you can promise me that you'll forget tonight ever happened, I can help you get started on something new. I know people, but you have to promise me that.”
She reaches into her pocket and takes out a small money pouch, by the size and weight it must be about thirty gold coins, nothing insignificant, but nothing too generous. “Here, take this. Don't worry, I'll steal it back from someone who can afford to lose it later.”
Once it's in his hand, she pats his shoulder again. “Head for Teasel and find the general goods store. Look for Arenberg, and tell him the Moon sets on Isra, and B sent you. He'll fix you up and use some mutual contacts to set you up with a new identity and means to get by until you can head out on your own.”
“You didn't want to, but you still tried to help today, and you didn't have a choice in any of this,” she continues. “I dunno if you deserve better, but I hate to see someone hit rock bottom.”
“Now,” she says, looking down the rainy road again. “You got a place in Isra? Anything you can't live without? I can break in and have whatever sent to Teasel. Other things I'll just loot for myself.” She doesn't seem to mince words, that's for sure. “Just know that you can't go back, not for a long while. Anyone there will think you're dead. No friends, no family.” She looks back to him. “If you decide to tell them, well, the consequences are yours and yours alone. Just keep your trap shut about the Locusts.”
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jan 20, 2019 18:03:13 GMT -8
As Fiona explained her plan, Mouse stared at her, wide-eyed. He couldn't believe that she was willing to go so far to help him, much less that she had actually managed to do so. He accepted the coins with a shaking hand, hesitating for a moment before stuffing it into an interior pocket.
"I promise," he said. "I promise that I'll forget. They hit me enough that I've forgotten half of it already. Believe me, I want nothing more than to forget this whole nightmare. Do you really think they'll stop making them, though? They have a weapon, and they're never going to stop making it until they find something bigger and badder. That's how they work, you know."
He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. When he looked back up at Fiona, he gave a weak grin, revealing that he'd lost another tooth since she'd seen him last.
"Teasel, huh? I'll head over there, then...Bee? Is that your name? Well thank you again, Bee. There's nothing I need back home, nothing that I can't live without. I really appreciate this, I really do. It's a shame I won't be able to see anyone...but I guess it's better than getting caught and turned into one of those...things."
He shuddered, glancing back down the road towards the town, as though expecting to see more blackcoats running down the road to capture him at any moment.
"Is there anything I can do to repay you?" he asked. "You're going through an awful lot of trouble to help me, and I'd hate to take advantage of your generosity..."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Bluebirch
Jan 20, 2019 18:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 20, 2019 18:19:47 GMT -8
The woman listens to him blubber on, but doesn't interrupt him. “I don't expect them to, but next time I hear of them, I'll expose them. I have some pull in the higher society and the lower society of Isran. Word will get out and they won't know who from.” Then she raises a hand. “And no, my name isn't Bee, but Arenberg will know who you mean.”
“And you're welcome,” she says, sticking her hand out to shake it. “Some would call me crazy for going to there lengths, but it's what I feel is right. Weird morals for a thief, eh? Ah well, we can't all be shining bastions of humanity.” If he takes the hand, she is sure to shake it, firmly and tightly, much different to what one would expect of a woman of her stature.
“Look, see your friends or not,” she says. “It's your risk. If you can trust them, go ahead. Send for them to visit, I dunno, just stay safe. Give it some time,” she suggests, followed by a shrug. “As for paying me back… do you own your place? Could sign the deed to me. Split the profit when I sell it or turn it into a brothel or burn it down for insurance, if you have that sort of thing. I dunno, whatever inspires me at the time. If not, well, tell me where it is and I'll loot it for anything interesting.”
“If not?” She says. “Well, Arenberg will figure something out. He's likely to put you to work for a bit, he may withold pay to pay me back, who knows. I'm in no rush to be rewarded. If you can think of a better way, talk to Arenberg about it. He'll get it to me in time. Messages too, but I probably won't reply.”
It's evident that she smiles by the shape of her cheeks and eyes that can be seen, the rest still covered. “Best of luck, Mouse. I don't think you need to worry about Locusts or Blackcoats ever again. The Empire has bigger fish to fry, I'm sure they'd overlook someone who looks similar to yourself in time.”
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jan 20, 2019 18:43:06 GMT -8
Mouse shook her hand, his palm clammy and wet from rain and sweat. Releasing his grip, he rummaged around in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a small iron key and offering it to her.
"Here," he said. " A little apartment above the bakery on Dulcet street. I don't own the place, I rent it, but anything in it is yours. There's not much inside, but I do have a little chest under my bed with some gold coins and a couple of other valuables in there. I'm sorry I don't have much else, but I'm sure this Arenberg will figure something out."
He sighed, clutching his soaked clothes closer around himself and coughing.
"I'd best get going, but thank you again. Thief or not, you're a good sort of person. I hope I don't see any more of either of those, and I hope that you don't either. Good-bye, and good luck with whatever it is you do!"
Waving, he turned and shuffled off down the road in the direction of Teasel. Within moments, he vanished into the rain and darkness, leaving Fiona alone in the rain. Thunder rumbled overhead, but it seemed further away than before, as though the storm were beginning to move on.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 20, 2019 18:53:12 GMT -8
“Dulcet street, thank you,” she says with a grin under her scarf. “I'll loot it blind before the week is through, don't you worry. Anything I don't take, well, I'm sure someone else could use.” She knew some fences and store owners who could likely offload stuff like furniture.
“Alright, off you go,” she says as she slaps his shoulder. “You'll catch a cold out here, and that's be a terrible way to end a day like today.” She returns the wave soon enough. “And good luck to you, Mouse!” A good sort of person. Ha! She doesn't hear that often, usually it's scoundrel, thief, ne'er do well, whore, tramp, any sort of name or moniker, but good person? Well, she likes that.
Thankfully the walk to Teasel wasn't too bad, so she could let him go with confidence that he'd make it, and hopefully with this second chance, she expects him to make more of himself. A near death experience would be sure to do that.
Once he's out of sight, she lets out a sigh, but doesn't move. Instead she pulls down her scarf and hood, and looks straight up into the rain. “What a day…” she murmurs as she lets the rain cascade over her gorgeous face.
Finally, after a few moments, she pulls her scarf and hood back on, and heads back to Bluebirch. She had to get out her soaked clothes and into a warm bed, most definitely.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jan 18, 2020 17:29:53 GMT -8
Lucan strolled into town... Or rather stumbled into town, his trusty metal bow staff at his side to lean on. The drunkard looked around and pffft'd "Nothing blue! Or a a single birch tree!" He grumbled to himself as he ran into a man who then in turn cussed at him. Lucan disregarded it. and heade forward.. Ish. Steaight to the tavern of course! After the incident at the Floppy Ear Tavern the next time over, the standard stuff, ruffians thinking they could take him. He proved the wrong of course using the tavern as a weapon, such as a chair. To a head. But regardless he waved his hand dismissing the last few days as one bad one.
He swung open the door to the tavern trying to be a cool guy, but instead it opened to hard and sprung back, smacking him right in the head sending the foolish drunk right into a puddle of mud, patrons laughed at him. He raised a mud covered hand and said. "Im alright" He gave a thumbs up as proof, but no one cared. He laid there given up on keeping his fancy and relatively new outfit clean. It was a mixture of a monks aesthetic and the beautiful design of Isra, a stolen gift that was intended for his Uncle, now liberated from its cruel fate of clothing a human piece of feces. He looked up at the sky and sighed, his memories swimmed in his head and he remebered his father. The nights spent in Astrius Manor in Isra city, the cool breeze hitting his face in the night sky.
"Oi!" Said a burly looking guard "Get up you blighter! Quit laying in the streets!" Lucan eyes and face snapped back into reality "Uhhh.. Yes sire." He groaned almost sarcastically. Lucan stood up using the staff as a prop "Oi! Boy! I know you?" Said the guard. Looking over the od featured of the silvered haired and silver eyed young man. "No. My first time here" Lucan sorta lied, no doubt this man seen likeness of Lucan, but they never get the nose right! No matter. "Ill uh be going now. Byeeee" He said waving with a cheap smile almost sliding into the tavern.
Ah, busy like he suspected, ah oh well. Lucan approached the counter and tossed an Isranian silver on the counter "Room. Food. Alcohol" The barkeep sniffed the air around him and grimaced "And a bath" Said the barkeep "Oh right that. Yeah that too!" Said Lucan sniffing himself and he too grimaced. Bloody assassin rubbed off on him trying to keep him clean and respectable.. He put a finger up "And Alcohol." He repeated once more. The barkeep nodded and pointed the way, he swayed upstairs and into the room and began to strip.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 24, 2020 20:46:38 GMT -8
Kasimir had not been tailing this man, but she'd found him all the same.
She came to Bluebirch from the village of Naoki, named after the Empress. Some rapscallion made quite a fuss there and now they were paying her to apprehend him. Silver-eyed with white hair. With a laugh, she wondered if he was a Fletcher. Kasimir had only ever met one, but they were infamous around Isra!
The woman had been drinking her fair share in the tavern when a silver-eyed, white-haired rapscallion entered the tavern. Kasimir almost dropped her flagon.
She watched him until he went upstairs, and, having eavesdropped on his conversation, went over to the barmaid and exchanged several words.
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As the troublemaker began to relieve himself of his fancy garb, there was a knock at his door. Standing behind it was Kasimir, dressed in a blouse and bodice that pushed all the mincemeat to the top of the pie, a skirt that split to one side to reveal her legs- concealed with stockings to hide all the bruises and scrapes she'd sustained from being an adventurer- and her black hair pulled up into a messy bun, bangs hanging over her left eye. She held a wooden tray with a pitcher of ale and a flagon sat upon it.
"Greetin's, sir. I'll be ya bath maid for the night if that's alright." She feigned an easy midland accent, hiding the Vessian one hidden just beneath.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jan 24, 2020 21:36:50 GMT -8
Oh Lucan answered the door all right. Opened it right up, to his very well toned, nude young body. He would lean drunkily against the doorway. Behind him his clothes were scattered everywhere, except for his staff which was seemingly placed lovingly on the bed. He would look her over and smile wide, his silver eyes took in her features, he brushed a stray lock of silver hair from his face.
"Well aren't I a lucky duck today? Last time I had a maid. Turned out to be a guy in a dress! Lovely man. Names Frank.." He stood aside and held his arm out "Do come in!" he bowed like a graceful host.
"You can set it on the table over there, but don't think I won't share it! What kind of host would I be!" he chuckled and flopped on a chair kicking his feet up. "What /other/ services do you do?" he winked and pointed to his clothes unfortunately they are in need of repair. A disagreement with a set of chairs. And a table... And a few mugs! "
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 25, 2020 19:30:19 GMT -8
Her eyes went down.
An eyebrow went up.
When she tilted her head to look him in the face proper, she was biting both her lips in an attempt to hide a smile. She was no blushing maiden but she did seem highly amused.
Walking in, she placed down the tray on a table that sat in the corner and paused when he asked for extra services. She opened her mouth to come up with something quickly before she realized he was pointing at his clothes. The woman let out a genuine laugh. "Sounds like quite a time, sir. Would you like me to do that before or after your bath? I can get a cloak for you in the meantime." She poured some ale into the flagon and held it out to him. "Though I'm sure soalkin' while ya drink sounds good enough."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jan 26, 2020 19:33:24 GMT -8
He would smile sweetly "Soaking is perfect. Would be better if you joined me." He said sliding in the water, of course he was kidding or maybe not. "I mean all is fair, already say me naked" he laughed relaxing in the bath. He would slink in it with a satisfied aaahh the steam billowing upwards as he shifted in it, making room. Just in case. Of course beneath his quips, he's actually testing her. If she was a tavern wench, she wouldn't mind soaking in the bath with a incredibly handsome young man that she could potentially score more money. Especially when the man is drunk. However if she was not? Things will get interesting. Real fast.
"Come now. Don't be shy. There's more coin in it for you." He said with a teasing voice. He eyed her for a moment, watching her movements. If it was one thing the assassin taught him, trust no one. Ever. Tashi knew how the word was, and taught him how to stay alive. He does wonder how she is, but right now his attention is on this woman. Of course it doesn't stop him from /obviously/ checking her out lightly biting his lips. He maybe more careful than he was but it doesn't mean he still won't be himself.
He eyed her up slowly, taking in her frame. From the stocking clad leg, to the slit in her skirt. Then to the tight corset pushing all of her /lovely/ bits up. To her neck, then jawline then her lips, the meeting her gold eyes with his equally unusual silver eyes, the standard in his family. He leaned back more in the tub, spreading part his legs while leaning on the edge, seductively. Well.. Mostly, as seductive as a drunk can be.
When he shifted his weight a silver signet ring on a silver chain rattled. It was well taken care of, one of the only thing that is, aside from the staff of course. He instinctively touched it and frowned. For a second, but then he perked up again.
"So tell me, what cruel fate allowed such a gorgeous woman to work in a tavern? I have been to many taverns in my day but never met anyone that looked like you." He said stracting his neck "That I remember."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 30, 2020 11:04:50 GMT -8
A laugh rose in her throat and she fought to control it, but it reached her eyes, where it was impossible to hide. Clearing her throat loudly, she grabbed the flagon and balanced it on the rim of his bath. "I desire coin upfront, lad. Too many men have thrown themselves out the window after a night with our girls here, so you can understand my wariness." Briefly, she took a swig of the mead, careful not to take in too much. She wouldn't want to fall asleep, after all. That was his job. Hers was to hand him over once he was good and tuckered out.
"But if you'd be willing, I can't be against it." She handed the rest of the cup to him, smirking. "There's been a rapscallion about spreading trouble, but I doubt someone like you would do a girl like me that kind of injustice, now would you?"
She soaked a washcloth in a bucket of lavender water she'd brought up in her other hand, then sat on the tub's edge behind him. As she wiped down his back, she thought through her story. "Oh, you know how it is. Mother wanted a perfect lady, but of course, circumstances thought I was better suited for other work. My father was keeping me on the farm until his death a few years back, so I had to find other work. The farm's been lost, I imagine."
It was the truth, just not the entire truth.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 1, 2020 1:27:48 GMT -8
A smile arose on Lucan face seeing the laugh struggling to be contained. He would make a pffft noise at the window comment, " Paaahlease, you seen me walk up those steps. I can barely stand what makes you think if I try and jump out of the window, and succeed?" He teased, of course being the Drunken Master he is.. He'd find his way there. He nevertheless put his finger up and the lazily pointed at his pack near the bed. ”Front pouch. There's a small back with silver in it... Enough for a night or a few more." he let his words trail off a bit.
He reached out to the near, taking it in hand he downed a good amount, making it seem like it was affecting him. It wasn't, the life of the Drunken Monk, deception. A skill he was so artfully skilled at. He held the cup on the edge of the tub, eyeing her frame over. "Oh my dear, do I look like a dishonest rapscallion to you? I'm a drunk. Not a monster." He smiled softly. This mead had some kick.. Hmmm. No matter. It was pretty good!
He leaned forward for her to scrub his back, it was full of scars, swords, whiplashes, a warriors body. He tilted his head "Ah a product of fate too hmm?" He frowned touching the ring on his neck "I had a silver spoon in my mouth growing up. I had it all but.. It was all stolen from me. Fate is cruel like that. I saw the world for what it was, not from a view of a guilded cage." He sighs again, in the vaguest sense, it was the truth.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 2, 2020 23:20:24 GMT -8
Kasimir strode over to the pack, reaching in to find exactly as he suspected. She stared blankly for a few seconds before a wry smile plopped itself on her face.
Shit.
She turned around to present her guest with the same smile and a nod. The silver coins were dropped into a fold in her skirts for safekeeping, just as she reached down and pulled them off. Scars, so similar to his own, adorned her body, paired with yellowing bruises and defined muscles. If he asked, she would blame it on the difficult farm work. Even her tanned skin could be blamed for it.
Gods, if Regina and James saw me now they'd think me a whore, she thought, striding over to the bath, waving her hips with a soft, unpracticed smile.
I'm just doing a job! She convinced herself, pushing the memories of the swamp deep down in the back of her head as they emerged. That didn't count. Kahm saved my life! Anyone would be thankful.
One leg slipped over the rim, then the other, disturbing the water and sending waves up the sides. She eased herself in, legs twining through his, feet navigating the arches of his body until they came to rest at the sides of his hips. The woman splayed her arms out on the sides of the tub, letting them swing lazily.
"Kindred spirits, we are. Per'aps it's lead us exactly where we need to be in the end. Free spirits that aren't to be held down."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 3, 2020 0:38:31 GMT -8
"Ah. There we go. Much better." He said with a charming coo in his voice. His silver eyes would trade over her tanned figure. Drinking her in all of her body. Admiring the way she swayed, her golden eyes, the Raven black hair, right down the her scars. He /may/ have let a small gasp out, being entirely smitten with her. "Well... I uh..." He said with a chuckle and he took another swig of the mead, obviously hiding a noisy on his face. Damn does that mead taste.. Odd.. Never the less! Naked woman in front of him. He did feel a bit.. Drowsy. Damn, bad timing too. He shook his head to awaken, and shifted to accommodate.
"By the Gods you are beautiful." He said looking her over some more. He leaned forward slightly, placing his index finger on a scar on her leg. Tracing it softly, and slowly. Meanwhile his silver eyes locked on her golden eyes, almost as if he was reading her. Even stranger he seemed almost.. Sober. ”I bet all of your scars have a story. Mine certainly do. Show me yours.. I'll show you mine." He said softly. He moved from scar to scar down and up her leg.
"Kindred spirits indeed." He said with a charming smile he held out his free hand for her to take "Lucan. Lucan Darksbane. Criminals know me as the Silver Fox, a bounty hunter. A pretty good one too." He said with a shrug “What is your name? I just realized we are sitting here naked in a bath and don't even know each other's name.“ He would take the cloth and offer for her to get close so he can wash her. Testing the waters as it were. Pun intended. Aaand there it was.. The drosiness again. What's... Going on..?
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 3, 2020 21:58:34 GMT -8
His compliments drew a sudden laugh from her. Even Kahm said as much, and though she thought it strange, she welcomed the compliments. It was nice to know people adored the battered look as much as she did. All the same, she felt herself hoping that the valerian in his mead would work sooner rather than later when his hand grasped her thigh.
I'm taking this man in to be arrested. He's a troublemaker, she thought. I can't be caught fraternizing with someone who has a bounty on his head.
Briefly, she wondered how many people had a bounty on her head. She came to the swift conclusion that it didn't matter because she only did what she needed to survive.
And, occasionally, to amuse herself.
...
Kasimir dashed all those thoughts away, pulled her knees to her chest, and spun around in the tub, backing up towards her bounty. She grabbed a handful of her hair and moved it aside. "Most of mine aren't much more than the mundane and sad. Tell me about yours... Lucan?" She looked over her shoulder. "I'm Sibylle." The name felt so foreign. She hadn't used it in quite some time, even though it was hers.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 4, 2020 12:28:55 GMT -8
Lucan slide forward a bit and started to wash her back, but in his head there was a one act play. Arguing with himself about trusting her, debating on it. On side liked her, the other side didn't trust her. They sat there for a while as he scrubbed her tracing each scar with his finger. Staring at it trying to imagine where it came from. The play its of counting in his head, he wondered if she was like him, products of fate. At the mercy of destiny. Maybe they could be friends..?
He banished all thoughts and slid forward more. Almost embracing her he ran his right hand down her arm, placing his hand on the back of her own hand, taking it he guided it to the largest and deepest scar on his face. If she wold turn she would see and intense sadness on his face, a scar deeper than skin, one that ran to the soul. He let her trace it. It traveled from above his left eyebrow and jutted down and away from his nose towards his cheek bone on the left side of his face ”My first. The day I lost everything. My father, my life. I was a stupid kid, wine woman and parties, didn't care about anything else. Not even my own family. It was my foolishness that brought the assassin to my home, cutting out a rival as it turned out. He slaughtered my father and almost killed me." He shook his head and turned away "I managed to escape. That's when I met my master. Drunk old fool gave me a purpose, revenge. Taught me the trade of the bounty Hunter." He would place her hands on his shoulder and neck and even the upper part of his back. Now fully embracing her his body tangled with hersz everything pressed together.
"Now they are testiments to my work. People come trying to find retribution for the people I took in. They fail of course." He rested his head on her shoulder for a bit, feeling the effects of the mead. He did rest for a moment, slumping on her back draping his arms around her his chest pressed against her. He shook his head to the and fight it but it failed he only said the work "Fuck" and then he was out. She got him, he knew she did.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 5, 2020 22:11:57 GMT -8
There had been many rumors of this madman gallivanting around town causing trouble, and because of it, the last thing she expected from him was tenderness.
He took her hand, slid it across his skin to feel the dips and bumps that made up his past. She didn't look back, but she could hear the drop in his tone, how solemn it became. Her breath rolled into her lungs slowly, shakily, and a smile crept up onto her face. Turning her head, she bit her lips, determined to hide her mirth.
"S'not so different from what happened to me. Quite a few people came after my father. They butchered him," she said, just as his head plopped onto his shoulder... and he was out. She turned around to look, felt the heaviness of his body press down on her, at his closed eyes.
She sighed.
Whenever he woke up, and Kasimir had no idea when that was doing to be, he would be tied to a chair. Not at his wrists: she'd heard about how tricky he was. No, he was tied at his elbows and at his ankles. The woman was sat on the bed, no longer in her little bath maid costume, but in her jerkin, blouse, breeches, and armor. She had a different expression on her face, one that said she wasn't happy with the situation.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 5, 2020 22:37:49 GMT -8
Lucan jumped awake, to only to be tied to a chair and only in a pair of pants. He looked around. He spotted her and his face beamed, almost proud of her "Clever woman. It does take a lot of skill to slink in like that unnoticed and catch me off guard." He laughed "Tashi would probably throw a fan at my head for being so careless but what can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face, especially when accompanied by booze." He struggled a bit testing the knots, "Unless this is your idea of foreplay. If so, I'm yours" he winked playfully, relaxing a bit.
He smacked his lips and thought for a moment. Then it clicked "Valerian no? Powerful stuff. Though mixes better in whiskey, the alcohol hides the flavor." He said with a smile still on his face, he looked over her form. "Hmmm armor, sexy. Gives you a sort of.. Dominant look. Suits you. Though I still prefer you naked."
"How in the name of the Monkey King did you pull me out of the tub? I was dead weight!" He looked over to the tub and raised a brow. He looked down at the pants "And you dressed me. How sweet." He said playing with he a bit. He looked around again for his staff. Spotting it he sighed a sigh of relief and his focus was back on her.
"Ah let me guess. After a bounty eh? Was it the Floppy Nose? Flaccid penis..? Flailing toe....?" He words trailer as he searched for the name in his head looking around confused. In his defense he was very drunk. "Ah damn, I don't remember but I suppose from recent events must be that hmm? Not to far from here. How much they offer?" He shrugged " Bet they left out the best part of the fight hmm? Some handsy patron was running his hands up a poor wenchs dress when she didn't want it. So... I hit him with a chair...In the head. His friends didn't like that of course, I guess he was sort of guard or something. I was defending myself after that. Mayhaps broke a few tables, and a chair. Maybe part of the bar... Hmmm... Oh! The window! But they deserved it. Didn't kill anyone just taught them a lesson." He shrugged "I know they way they paint me but they come begging when they want me to hunt so ruffians." he shrugged and frowned slinging into the chair. "You can take me back. I get it." He nodded over to the staff and down to the signet ring around the chain. "Just protect these, greed bastards would want them to sell. They are precious to me." He said as serious as he could be.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 7, 2020 16:48:41 GMT -8
Her elbows rested on her knees, hands clasped as she scrutinized him. "I already see why people had trouble catching you. The rumors went around about how slippery you were, so I thought that I might be wasting my time trying to hunt you down normally," she admitted. "So of course-" She held up a hand, gesturing to their current situation. The inner-city accent was gone now, replaced by a deeper voice accented with the Vessian tongue.
"I'm not sure how small and dainty you think I am, but if I'm going to wield a sword in a world like this, you had better believe I can slide a grown man out of a tub." She shifted, balancing her ankle atop her knee. Part of her expression seemed cross, the other half amused. "I want to believe you, but I do enjoy having money. Being able to eat when I like, bathe, and request new armor is a blessing after living on the road."
The warrior crossed her arms and leaned back. Her eyes narrowed as she pondered. "The village of Naoki would be cross with me if I let you go, but I don't know if you are guilty enough to be apprehended. They will not kill you, no. I don't imagine they would feel the need to toss you in a dungeon. Perhaps a few lashings." She shrugged. "You look like the type who would enjoy them. What say you, Mister Lucan Darksbane? Just because that patron deserved his beatings doesn't mean that's the only mischief you've been up to."
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