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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Dec 22, 2007 18:56:59 GMT -5
Ekimmu flitted unseen through a window in the tavern, she took barely a second to find a secluded and empty booth which would easily seat several people and flitted over with such speed it was doubtful that anyone would have noticed her path. She had managed to glance around the entire room in her journey from the window to the booth, an ability that was soon to be lost to her when she transformed herself in the boot.
Ekimmu laughed slightly to herself as she became re-accustomed to her large size. It didn’t take long for one of the server to notices there was a person sat in the empty booth and the plump woman skipped over to the strange lady sat in the booth, she tried to ignore the fact that the oddly pale lady seemed to be laughing to herself, along with the fact she hadn’t seen her enter.
“Can I get you somethin’ miss?”
“Water will be just fine.”
Ekimmu grinned to herself, avoiding glancing up at the woman, not wishing to scare the little lady, well at least until after she had brought her a drink. After a few moments of silence the woman who had taken her order turned and skipped away, a little faster than she had approached the table, feeling a little unnerved by the strange woman.
“The lady in the booth wants a water… I ain’t givin’ it to ‘er! Weird one that one is….”
The woman shuddered before shaking it off and skipping over to the next table, totally unaware that Ekimmu had overheard everything. She however was not angry, anything but really. She twitched her feet on the cold floor a little, it was at times like these when she actually thought about wearing shoes, but she quickly dismissed the idea as stupid. Raising her pitch black eyes for a second she scanned the people at the bar quickly, wondering if any of them had heard the description of her the woman had given… If that wench has stifled any of my chances, I may just have to hurt her… she thought to her self, still smiling happily.
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Post by Deft on Jan 15, 2008 1:13:59 GMT -5
"No, I'm telling you- I trust him, and if my word's not enough for you, then..."
"He's seedy, I say. Too much of a gentleman to be involved with any kind of fighting." His large, hooked nose rippled with distaste, thumping more ale into his mouth to prove just how non-gentlemanlike he could be.
"He's polite, there's a difference. He's seen some bloody sites and his fair share of warfare- more then all of you boys combined, I'd wager. And-" But she paused, her skin piercing as she heard a familiar, but unwelcome, voice....
"Dammit." She tore into a snarl, her hand immediately upon her sword.
"What is it?" Laird, her friend with sharp, emerald eyes and ethereal hair that dripped from pale crown, instinctively slashed a dagger from his chest, his fair voice flickering with worry.
"I know that girl- see her. The pretty one with dark hair." She shone the sword away from her scabbard, a growl gnarling her voice.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 15, 2008 16:15:32 GMT -5
The waitress took the water back over to the girl, having not found any one else to do it for her, when she came within a foot of the tablet, Ekimmu glanced up at her. She had no glamour on today, she’d never actually roamed this land in her true state before, so her black eyes pieced straight through the woman who almost dropped the glass onto the table.
A few people in the tavern glanced around, unaccustomed to their waitress being clumsy, slightly unnerved by the colour of her face which had drained of blood from the fright that shot down her spine the moment the black eyes hit her. Almost sprinting back to the bar she didn’t noticed Ekimmu whipping the towel from her belt and laying it down on the desk in front of her.
“Humans… You’d swear they never seen a full blood faerie before.” Although this would have been slightly true, many faeries masked their eyes, or were born with more normal eyes as a gift from their parents, Ekimmu how ever was brought up… differently. Her parents were both purely dark, and came from a high ranking dark blood family; Killing and torture were taught to her before reading. Laying out several knives on the table, she dipped the cloth in the water to clean them all. It was barely a few seconds before the rag was stained red.
Glancing up again, she looked in the direction of the ranger, she was however distracted and didn’t actually see her, but gave every one sitting at the bar a cold black stare, in case any would try and defend the twittering bar matron that had fled from her table.
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Post by Deft on Jan 21, 2008 1:54:23 GMT -5
"Woah!" He leaned back, laughing and thrusting about a great glass of ale, saying, "You're friend's pretty d**n frightening."
"Not my friend. Friends don't try to kill each other."
"Sounds infamous," he set down his drink and pressed a burly, boxish hand into the table, setting himself upright as he spoke, "Well, should I get out the old knife, eh?"
"Depends," Deft held out her hand to examine it, "Give it here."
He handed her the dagger, and she began to flitter her fingers from edge to edge of the blade, and, once her analysis was complete, she gave it shortly back, addressing all the men as she spoke, "Don't bother unless your blade's fireproof. This one surely isn't- she's got some fire up her sleeve."
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 21, 2008 8:33:24 GMT -5
Ekkimu picked up on the conversation at that point If I keep bumping into that ranger I’m going to think she’s tracking me.. Polished off a long wicked looking knife. The blade about a hands length from the hilt but a second blade curling has the handle, allowing for her to be able to slash backwards with it if need be. It was probably a little recognisable to some people, a sorcerer’s knife.
It could be used with sacrifices as it steals a part of the soul of the person the blade cuts into. Gems appearing on the handle for the people taken by the blade. This one had actually belonged to a good sorcerer, now represented by a yellow gem on the hilt. There were four purple stones on it also. A renowned fae killer had owned the blade, each purple stone being a particularly evil dark fae. It had been on only four gems for nearly decade now, the woman who had owned it had devoted her self to finding spells to specifically hurt the dark fae, hence why the dagger was well known. She struck the blade into the table in easy view of the ranger and her friend, chances are one of them had heard of it in a story.
Snapping her fingers over the blade, black fire shot from her hand into the blade, making the metal shimmer oddly, resembling her eyes. The Yellow gem seemed to glint slight at the magic and dulled in colour, no longer shining so brightly, where as the purple gems glittered like the now black blade.
Grabbing another knife she continued her cleaning, leaving the other knife black stuck into the table, where the point went in the table was black for about an inch radius where it had been instantly charred.
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Post by Deft on Jan 21, 2008 13:37:30 GMT -5
"Oh, what a charming young women. She clearly has such respect for other people's property." It was her burled friend with the meltable knife that spoke. He sounded rather amused- he had little taste and little respect for magic.
"Oh, dammit. She's got that blade. And she's seen us. Me, anyway. I doubt she cares about you. No offense."
"What blade?" Laird said this through the tangle of hurt-complaints of the men-all who had decided to pretend to be mortally wounded by her comment.
"See the shining one? Long story. Dangerous- that's all you need to know."
"Well," Laird folded into the seat, his pale hand flowering about the hilt of his blade, "Mine is fire-resistant. Are you going to fight?"
"I do not know- perhaps not. There are many people here. Too many might get hurt."
"Backing down from a fight? It's not like you, Devendra."
"Don't call me that. And saving people's lives is my profession- killing people is not. They simply tend to walk hand in hand. Besides," she took a loose swing of ale, smiling, "Aren't elves supposed to be peace loving? Eh?"
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 21, 2008 14:03:20 GMT -5
Ekimmu was suddenly behind the ranger’s burly friend. She couldn’t travel as fast as light in this form. But5 she could move quickly and was very light footed; especially when others were busy.
“Devendra?” she cocked her head to one side, looking over the burly man’s shoulder. “Now isn’t that interesting…” she toyed with a curl of her dark hair as she spoke, her body protected from any hit the ranger might make by her friend, but her face clearly visible.
She turned her head and was barely an inch from the man’s ear, “She’ll never back down from a fight, she just knows that I won’t play by her rules, or in fact. Any ones rules.” A talent many of the dark fae women had in her family was trickery. Especially over men, when she spoke to one so close it usually fired things in their brain that convinced them she wouldn’t hurt them, but would do anything for them.
“This place has… far too many people in it… how many of them do you think you can protect? Anyway, who even says I’m here to fight?” she had a look of mocked-pain on her face at the idea people would think she would randomly start a fight.
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Post by Deft on Jan 21, 2008 14:28:43 GMT -5
Deft caught her friend's expression and, making a sickened noise in the back of her throat, tossed a gnarled, wooden spo on at his face, making cold, stinging contact with his cheek.
"Wha- what was that for?" He fingered the wound, coming slowly back to himself.
"Don't tell me you fell for that. You're an ass."
"I am not!" his voice became stiff and angered, folding his muscled arms and leaning unto the table. "You're the one being violent. And I didn't fall for anything. I was playing on."
"Oh, indeed. You lusty cur. She tells you she's got no principles, and then you get all soft and mushy. I say, you are a pansy."
"Pansy! That's his new name, fellows." Her beaked brethren laughed- all of the men at the table clearly could not grasp the gravity of the situation, and Deft decided she didn't feel like starting a fight. "I dub thee Pansy." He proceeded to take a knife and tap him twice upon the soldier.
"Right, well," her burlish friend, clearly mortified out of his mind, spoke to Deft again, saying, "Don't tell me you've never been seduced before."
"My personal life happens to be none of your concern."
"Ha! She admits it." He brandished a hand at the other gentleman, saying, "You see, you are just as lust-"
"No I'm not." She said quickly, blushing slightly, "I am not. I'll have you know that I am rather rock like in that respect- I have no needs. Except for ale and bloodshed."
"That's it?"
"You bet. I'm like a frickin' deity."
"I'm sure that this young lady could tell us otherwise." He turned to the dark haired women, saying, "What can you tell us about our lovely friend here?"
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 21, 2008 15:42:39 GMT -5
Ekimmu raised an eyebrow; well this was a turn of events. Well at least it was amusing, it was a little odd to be in this type of situation, especially when the ranger was involved. Smiling, oddly brightly she hitched herself up onto a table next to them, sitting cross legged on top of the table.
“If you’re a deity… I’m a saint.” Even though the situation seemed nice enough, she wasn’t about to let her guard down. Her long seeded rivalry with the ranger went back so far that in an alternate universe it would probably make them best friends. “Ale and Bloodshed are usually just… warm ups when it comes to unspent adrenaline… and There aren’t many better ways to use up the rest.” She winked at the men at the table, the mustn’t of guessed that she was a dark fae, but then most dark fae wouldn’t talk to people.
The group, oddly reminded her of her family and friends, just in a more smiling way. Then of course, they were with the ranger which meant they lived in a world the total mirror of hers. Leaning backwards she caught the attention of a different Bar Matron, this one was more lilthe and seemingly world hardened than the other, and didn’t flinch when she started at her.
“Could you get me some of what these charming men are drinking?” Grinning again she brought her attention back to the group, she had truly never drank ale before, and was choosing her wording to unnerve the ranger a little. Might as well have a little fun whilst she was here, she wasn’t due for another meeting with her superiors for a few weeks, she had time to kill and no one was watching her.
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Post by Deft on Jan 21, 2008 20:57:28 GMT -5
The men, only just phased by the ensnare of silvery, beautiful women in front of them, began to whistle low and laugh, one of them daring to point directly at Deft and laugh. She snarled, feeling rather ruffled by the oddness of the situation, but still smiling: as long as she was careful, there was no need to worry.
"Hey- maybe for some people," she looked directly at newly-named Pansy, "but I put all of my adrenaline into battle. So ha."
"So, what? A traveling soldier who's never been seduced? You astound me. Your lies are ridiculous." It was the elf- he, of them all (excluding Deft, of course), seemed to be least affected by the woman. Then again, he was the best looking out of the men and was probably used to this sort of attention and beauty.
"Maybe I am of tougher make then the average soldier. Eh? And how many male seducers are there? Seriously?"
"I dunno," the angled-nosed man elbowed the man beside him and said, "that guy from the foreign ports looked like he was after something, Deft."
"Like directions? Can't I converse with someone without it being an assorted affair?"
"Oh, right. What kind of self-respecting male asks for directions without asking for something else as well?" It was the muscle-buried man, laughter thick on his tongue as he spoke, "He was so- Goddammit, Deft! What is it with you and throwing the silverware?" He rubbed his chin, which had just been slammed with a fork.
"I just like to hurt you, Pansy. You make it so d**n easy."
"Right. Well, we'll just ask the fair maiden, shall we? Since Deft has torn herself from that title a long time ago." He wafted a fluttering pale hand at the fae, his elvish accent coming into contact- perhaps he was more affected then Deft had thought...
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Post by Donax Tethanornal on Jan 24, 2008 8:26:39 GMT -5
Donax swept his way into the tavern. His red hat slightly of the side, his orange sunglasses tucked neatly away in his pocket. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal large hands, perfectly smooth and unmarred but rough skin or dirt. The rolling up of the sleeves was done purple to cover that dragon mark. His red coat flowed around him, taking people a while to actually get to his face when he raised his head to survey the tavern. He had heard the fae was here, His childe had already spoke to her by now but he still wished to speak to himself.
His skin was lightly flushed, as he had not long fed, giving his a perfectly human look. Even his eyes has calmed to brown. His dark hair loose tied in a leather strap.
Locating the fey he his sudden shock, she seemed to be conversing with people, very much unlike the little one. Maybe her meeting with his childe had riled her, or calmed her into being able to hold a conversation. Incredibly odd indeed. Making his way over to the table he saw there was also a woman at the table, this was now completely out of the ordinary for Ekimmu, she only ever argued with females, human or dark fae like her the same!
He stopped before the woman, removing his hat and entering into a low bow, glancing up with his eyes to stare directly at the ranger. “Good evening my lady.” He flashed her an innocent smile. He winked at Ekimmu out of sight of anyone else, the gesture so fast as he stood up. “What brings a creature as beautiful as you are to this place?” he gestured around him, his voice as usual when he did this was like liquid silk and was probably even effecting Ekimmu a bit, even though she had gained tolerance to his talents, as he had hers.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 24, 2008 8:45:41 GMT -5
Ekimmu felt a shot of lightning strike up her spine as he entered the bar. She’d expected him eventually but hadn’t expected him here. Especially not now. The vampire still scarred her, he was stronger than her by far, and although he was slightly slower than her in her fairy form, he could easily run her down in her current. She slipped her self closer to the Elven male talking to her, putting a little distance between her and the Vampire.
“I’m flattered you would think of me in such a way.” She smiled her usually smile, although any one who had met her a few times before would of recognised the flight waver in her voice at the proximity of the vampire.
“Men are rarely after what they first ask for. If they did always voice what they wanted they would never get anywhere. Except maybe a special few” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned to rest her head on her hand, her hair cascading to the side. Covering the left side of her neck fully.
Ekimmu could also feel the vampires pull; he was surely trying to torment her today. She would not address him in front of people. It would ruin any pretences of a good person he had taken time to erect, being associated with her, as friend obviously would drop some one down a few ranks when being judged. The idea of announcing that he was her commander flitted through her mind before she remembered his self imposed restricted diet for the last few years, his temper would be on a very short fuse.
Returning to her tactic of not acknowledging his existence she took a sip of the strange stuff the others were drinking, she had in truth never tried it before, she cringed a little as it slipped down her throat. Maybe if she hadn’t been an evil dark fairy, it would have been cute.
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Post by Deft on Jan 24, 2008 21:55:07 GMT -5
Deft felt herself begin to color, a slight feathered heat coming to her flesh as she was complimented, shock clear on her face- it was not often she was called beautiful, for beautiful she may have been, but it was not often noticed. The feeling of the men beside her shifted drastically as she was spoken to- they moved as one, rigid and attentive at the new presence in the bar, however, as soon as he spoke, she felt the broken smiles of the men, laughter clear upon them. Only the elf kept his hand on his blade- he had grabbed for it as soon as he noticed the blinding red of the man's coat.
But they were soon lost to Ekimmu again- even the elf's hand loosened on his blade; it was odd, how intoxicating she seemed to them: Deft had never seen any wine nor smell heed such results...
It was only with the soft flickering of Ekimmu's voice did Deft become weary of the flamboyantly clad stranger and his dark, flame-brushed voice: if Ekimmu was weary of him, surely his power was great... But, then again, if Ekimmu did not like him, well, then- perhaps he was to be trusted.
"Like most, sir," she answered when she was un-winded by the coolness of his voice: Dammit, what was wrong with her? Men never had this effect on her- she always had her wits, always... "I come for a drink, eh?" She smiled, keeping her tone strictly-soldier. Dammit... She swung a hand foreword for him to shake, saying, "Deft." She nearly oiled her full name- but she caught herself last moment. "Pleasure."
Her burled friend was dissatisfied with this- apparently, he felt Deft ought to have more sense then to keep fixedly formal when she has been called such, however, he was swiftly distracted by Ekimmu's reaction to the drink.
"First time, dear?" He smiled: clearly he thought that this was rather endearing...
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Post by Donax Tethanornal on Jan 25, 2008 7:58:19 GMT -5
Donax, reached behind him, grabbing one of the heave wooden chairs and swinging it to his site with ease; his coat flaring behind him as he seated himself. The coat now draped back revealing a silk shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, he trousers were just as dark but made of a rougher material, held up by a thick black leather belt sporting a platinum and white gold blended buckle, the image of two wolves sleeping beaten into the metal.
He took the rangers hand quickly, no wishing to allow her the chance to change her mind, as his hand were so large it wouldn’t of been suspect as two of his fingers flicked lightly over her veins. “One with grace as apparent as yours, should be having things brought to her.” He smiled and bent to kiss her hand in a quick fluid movement, taking in her scent at the same time.
The fae was nicely keeping the men occupied, man rarely had good reactions to him when a woman was in presence, especially if the were friends. He was having significantly too much fun to be interrupted by some interference. He didn’t take his eyes off the ranger as the fae amused the men. He let go of her hand in a slow motion, again skimming the vein in her wrist with his fingers, bringing it back to his lap as he placed his hat on the table with his other. The beat of her blood was such sweet music.
“My name is Lord Donax, and trust me my lady, the pleasure is all mine.” He tapped the hand he had just used to take her on his mouth lightly, as if thinking to himself. “Deft is a very beautiful name. I do wish my parents had been as generous when choosing my own.” His laugh was nearly a rumble from his chest than from his mouth, which curled into a smile as he laughed, as with his voice it seemed to be slightly different to most men’s, were his voice was silk, his childe described his laugh as velvet. But then he had had centuries in order to perfect it.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 25, 2008 8:36:16 GMT -5
Ekimmu managed to regain her composer after trying the drink. She doubted the alcohol content in the drink would do much to her system, few things survived in her blood before the fae blood destroyed it. She took another longer sip however, the strange feeling the stuff gave he was a little addictive.
“I’ve never tried the stuff in my life… Odd to say the least.” She laughed a little whilst leaning down again, she had shifted her position into such away that if the men were looking at here they would not see the ranger and the vampire. She highly doubted he would kill or turn the ranger, Ekimmu didn’t even know why he was playing his dance with her. Donax’s style differed to other vampires, who ran around turning their own private vampire army and leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. She’d never thought it possible to meet a subtle vampire. But Donax embodied the term.
“Anyway, Enough about me, I’m nothing special. Tell me more about you lot, All I’ve learnt so far is one of you has been renamed pansy and that you have a good sense of humour.” Smiling came a little easier to her now, maybe the drink was affecting her slightly, she ignored her last thought as she grabbed the glass in both hands again and took another long sip.
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