The Ikki Ikki nightclub grew up out of the ground with the smooth undaunting texture of bricks, stone, and wood. It alone, in all of Nureese, bore the proud stature of a building untouched by the rotting fingers of greed. It was just a bar--a place for low-lifes and other such creatures to congregate. Morrigan Aensland was no stranger to a home of low-lifes, and this was more her home than any she had found after coming to this place forgotten in time. Her bright green hair was kept under the hood of the deep purple suit she wore, not a dent in it for her wings were hidden beneath her skin this night. Her fingers pulled the mask up over her face to conceal all but her emerald eyes before taking another step. Nureese was more dangerous than Genil for Morrigan--the people here actually thought to act on their distastes.
Tonight, though, she was on an errand--and not one of blood. Crystal waited to have the elders found, and so it was Morrigan's charge to find them--and who better to ask than the rat who had all the information? "Walter" was a sneaky creature, but had been inside the borders of this world long enough to develop for himself a name: a keeper of information, which was exactly what she needed. The cool night air swept under her nylon suit, offering her no mercy from the caress of its icy fingers in the dark hours of the night. This was when Nureese moved: the exact opposite of the other cities, the darkest creatures lived a polar opposite existance: sleep during the day; wake during the night. Wreak havoc where one could not be seen, but never draw the attention of someone larger than you or be suffered to the consequences. She hated this town, but it was familiar: like home. Somewhere along the way, Morrigan had begun to detest her former existance--wanted the white walls of Genil to protect her from the outside world. They had taken that hope from her, and so she prowled homeless, as she was when she first arrived. What did Morrigan search for? A quiet existance in her death; one that brought hope, she supposed, to those around her...
At the entrance stood a familiar face, but she would use the back door anyway. Better to come in from the side as she always did than to make a fuss about where she had been. Despite, she did pass the incubus as she stalked to the alley and her personal door. Lukavai had always been trustworthy--a dark creature that had no desire to harm others was a rare breed, indeed. Even she possessed a greater need for destruction than him, she thought.. It was something she'd always admire.
The door swung free to her fingers, the small bedroom coming alight with the candles as she hissed at them. She shut the door behind her and pulled the hood back for a moment to allow herself a breath of the fresh air beyond the mask... unfortunately, the room had little fresh air to be spared, as it had not been used frequently and had been closed off to other customers so as not to cause a fuss of questions. The cracked mirror upon the dresser stared back at her, severing her face from side to side, and causing an almost ironic smile on one half of the distorted image. Is that, perhaps, how they see me? Morrigan couldn't help but grin her sarcasm as she pulled the hood back up to brace herself for the swarm of people ahead. Her fingers reached for the door handle and pressed it down, listening to the sound of its unlatching before she pushed it outward into the crowd, carefully sweeping the people right in front of it from her way.
A hard stench of sweat and alcohol pervaded her nostrils, the sense of eyes that looked at her in curiousity and in wonder. She had not been there a long time, so many did not recognize her and were curious of the room behind her, which lacked its light as she hissed the keyword to the candles and slid the door closed behind her, pressing the key into it and turning before sliding it back beneath her sleeve.
She swept through the crowd of adoring and hate-filled gazes, taking her seet at a secluded table and waiting for her ratling friend to find her. She had sent out a notice a day ago, and things like this found people like him very quickly. It would make her quite sore if he did not show...
Wally arrived at the Ikki Ikki Club early that night, specifically that wonderful few minutes between the sun setting beyond the horizon and when the street lights start to get lit . He walked confidentially through the street, head held high, walking with no less swagger than if he were the one they call Him. One block shy of the glowing light of the bar, shrouded only for a moment in darkness, he disappears into the night. Moving quickly Wally makes his way slyly down a series of dark alleyways arriving finally at a seemingly identical to the others. Slinking over to a pile of garbage and kneeling beside it, he produced an envelope from a pocket hidden beneath his vest. He took a long heavy breath as he flipped the envelope between his fingers. He spends a few moments in quiet contemplation before finally slipping the envelope beneath the pile and turning on his heels and stealing back through the maze of alleys he had come down.
Wally emerged from the darkness back onto the street, the demeanor he had earlier completely lost as he was contemplating his decision to leave the envelope. “No chances” he spoke to himself aloud, “Not tonight.” Regaining his composure and the swagger he had lost, he again strode down the street towards the Ikki Ikki Club. He had little trouble getting inside as he had yet to make a fuss and had been here often times before.
He entered the almost completely deserted bar, not completely unexpected as the sun had just set and most in this city wouldn’t walk the streets before dark; some of the patrons of the Ikki Ikki were physically unable to. He took a seat at the bar, the furthest stool he could find without seeming as though he was hiding. Wally ordered a water, it could be some time before the person he was waiting for would arrive and the last thing he wanted was to be drunk when meeting one of the twelve.
The time passed quickly and the bar filled even faster. Music, loud voices and the sound of glass hitting wood soon filled the room; it was a welcome change from the silence that preceded it. Wally sat at the bar, now flanked by two rather large men. He sat and he drank for what seemed like hours, finally having graduated to alcohol. He sat unbothered, those few that might have recognized him knew better than to approach him. Wally made it very clear when he was open for business and when all operations were closed for a special client; he just hoped that no rubes from his less than honorable sales decided to walk into the bar this night.
He had just finished the last drop of his fifth beer as a hush spread through the room, faces turned, even the gargantuan men sitting beside him turned to see what was happening. Wally slowly set his bottle down and did his best to look inconspicuous, though by acting natural and not reacting he probably seemed more out of place. The bar slowly came to life again, whispers again turning into shouts and laughter. He turned to survey the room just as the mysterious woman was taking her seat at an out of the way table. The grifter takes a deep breath, closing his eyes while he let it slowly. He opens them to see another beer being set in place of the now empty bottle in front of him. He waves it away, and slides down from the bar stool to make his way through the crowd to the table where the hooded figured had sat. He failed to notice his hand had toppled the beer, leaving a trail as it rolled along the bar before the bartender was able to catch it. He slithered through the room; careful even now to not be noticed, though taking a seat at the table with “her” was sure to gain him some ill-needed exposure.
Walter sashayed easily into the seat, his face down, hidden with shadows from his turban. His head tilted up, his eyes filled with charm, a grin filling his face, exposing his pointy teeth. He spoke calmly, his words flowing, his voice smooth. “So you wanted to see me?”
Edited by: Morrigan Aensland at: 6/16/07 5:19 pm
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((OOC: I edited your post to change the part about the Bouncer, Draehot, and that's nothing against you. The bouncer is a character, though, and I doubt the player would be okay with being "bought", since he cares little to none for money and is all about keeping the Ikki Ikki safe. I merely changed it to you had been here before and had caused no trouble so far))
The lights flickered and the back door that lead to the cage that she was so familiar with was beckoning her, but tonight it would be lonely. The entirety of the crowd stared at the top cage fighter of the Ikki Ikki, waiting for her to take her place at the top of the ring again, but they were disappointed. Her green eyes stared at the glass as her finger ran its rim, causing a singing effect across the room that drew the attention of the people who knew her most. It meant that she was here for business, and that meant that Sevren and Lukavai would make sure the cage fighters did not bother her or attempt to provoke her wrath. She lay her cheek upon her hand, the smooth texture of the nylon giving to the conformity of her skin as the pressure was placed there. Even hidden, her face was beautifully articulated, like something carved from a statuette in the subtle rays of morning. The soft, light tone of her skin caught the diffrentiating lights as they caressed her eyes and caused them to sparkle in a way that they did not outside this bar. Death sat within them, but they danced nonetheless... only here. Only for her home, where the people drank away her sanity and smelled of sweat and an up-and-coming death.
The need for release was great here, something that grasped everyone by the throat and held them in the dim city lights of Nureese. Everyone was waiting for the next fix--the next end to the mortal line. So eager, they run headlong into the slaughter, screaming their joy in their annhialation to the world. Morrigan's heal tapped against the wooden boards that made up the dance floor of the bar, she dipped her finger into the drink, but never drank from it. It seemed almost ridiculous to give her such a thing, since in Nureese, her mask did not come off outside of the closed doors of her room in the back. But the drink was her way of speaking without making things known, living without being caught.
Her catlike movements drew eyes to her, but nobody came near with the glares of the bouncer and the bartender to hold them back. Sevren was protective of her, and everyone had their own speculations as to why. Truth was: they were best friends.. it took so much time for her to be who she was--someone free of the desire to hurt merely for the fun of it. The dull sounds of the music and the slow roar of the crowd split like the sea under the words that hummed across the table she sat at. Here was the one she needed to speak to--the one who would give her the information she sought... for Crystal.
"I need to know about the eighth... Where he hides, for I know he lives... so what's your price, Ratling?" Morrigan's words were a mixture of respect and disdain. She found the fact that he had what she wanted maddening and utterly amazing at the same time. Truly, creatures who made their own way in the world would dominate it in the end--would they not?
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Wally breathed a sweet sigh of relief as covertly as he could, only now finally breathing again, his false bravado giving way to the real deal. Thank God he though to himself. To think he had been so worried she was simply there to kill him for the information about Genil’s reconstruction effort he was selling. He looked over to the two large gentlemen that had sat behind him at the bar, now relocated to a table closer to the one at which he sat. He had even gone through all the trouble of hiring protection. Idiot, he harshly criticized himself. They were not even anywhere near close enough to protect him if the emerald-eyed vixen sitting across from him should decide his time in this world should come to an end. There was always his ability to disappear when he sensed his end was imminent, but that was not something he wanted to rely on tonight, not with the legendary cage fighter within arms reach of him. He might not even be afforded enough time to realize his face was being smashed with the front of her forearm before his head was bouncing against the seat behind him.
He had heard a great deal about her, and it would seem her reputation was not completely unwarranted. She was every bit as dangerous a woman as he had heard, in more ways than one. But her passion gave away perhaps a bit more than she realized. He knew that the elders hid, he even knew where a few might have been hiding but he had not known that they hid even from each other. Very Interesting, A few more moments, of an already quite long pause, passed silently as he contemplated this new information and how it fit into the bigger picture of how to get him the most leverage. Not yet having found the perfect solution as to how to use this information, he began feeling as though it was time to break the silence. Not wanting to test the patience of the already agitated woman, he spoke.
“Eighth? ...Hmm ...Eighth...” He furrows his brow, OBVIOUSLY in deep though as he begins counting on his fingers, mumbling names inaudibly low as he counts. He looks up a few seconds later with a disappointed look on his face. “You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have my special issue shady character reference card detailing all your secret identities, super powers and biographies with me at the moment...Which one was the Eighth?
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The men swept away, and Morrigan found herself in he mood to smile a sarcastic grin that would send chills down anyones spine could they see the way her lips coiled, but for him--he could probably see it in her eyes, the way she was assessing those men like they were truly and utterly pieces of large steak. Her fingernail drew across the top of the counter, bringing a soft hiss to the ears as it rolled across the polished wood. Each breath echoed through her, filtering through the nylon of her mask and into the breaths of the other patrons of the bar. Her body language was subtle, but made the world focus in on the two of them and the dangerous route it would take to try and filch her pockets clean. Morrigan was a demon of sin, and with a single inhalation took the immortal souls of her victims, drinking from them not only this life, but any one that might succeed it in the chain of the world. The succubi were predators, some deeper associated with the pits of hell in religious argument than she would ever be, but who truly knew anything about the past before this one. For all anyone knew, Morrigan came from Satan's womb... and she didn't mind implying such to get people to give her what she wanted. She didn't want much, either--simply straight answers for a price that was fair. Nothing more, nothing less, but she'd discourage any ideas he might be having of fleecing her for gold and jewelry.
Morrigan did, on the other hand, pull from her pocket a solid gold chain with silver leaflets wrapping around it, in the past life, worth more than he himself, and if he found the right buyer--still truthful to this one, as well. She was sure he knew who the right buyers were, so she needn't point him in the direction of the higher women of class here in the cities of sin. The frightful presence that surrounded her tempered and cooled, her green eyes dull and focused upon him across from her. The booth they sat at was comfortable, but she felt as if it dug into her safety bubble, strangling her for oxygen. The glass that sat in front of them was of fine whine, and she held the chain above it, dropping it slowly into the glass to watch the bubbles rise and gather about it. The carbonation did not hold to the links long, floating above it and dispersing as they touched the top of the glass. The shine did not change in the links, proving the authenticity in the metals they were worked with. The dull glow of each hand-crafted piece was unbroken, except for a loop at the middle which once bore a glass bauble that hung in the shape of a rose. Morrigan had no need for it now--she had freed her heart from the grasp of that man long ago, and he would feel the itching burn of sarcasm even in the other world when it gave her such help to have something like this .. piece.. upon her.
"The eighth is Koltana, and do not toy with me, please." Morrigan's eyes flashed her irritation his direction. She pressed her fingertips to the side of the glass and slid it toward the middle of the table, though she was careful to keep her hand over the top of it. "I am in a foul mood, and your jokes are not amusing. This is a piece of me--a gem that will sell for more than you will need in your entire lifetime. You perhaps will only be selling for your own betterment of society after this trade off. I only ask for this piece of information and that the fact that I asked you be secret. I mean that this will pay any person who would question you after me, Ratling...." Her voice was a shivering hiss that drew the warm air from the room away from their booth and set the top of the table cold as ice, "The fact that I come to this place is not information you can sell, or I'll find you. You sell information like this, and you had best sell it to someone who will guarantee that I die... or you will regreat it tenfold." The fact that he alone was aware that she was Morrigan Aensland of the Council was a fear for her--a fear for the well-being of this place and her friends. But necessity spoke thousands of words--and knowing where to find Koltana was one of them...
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Wally watched closely as she produced the chain from her pocket. A fine piece indeed, worth quite a bit more than most of the junk he sells with promises of powers and enchantments. His mouth hung open a bit as he watched her dip the piece into the glass of wine before her, the bubbles gathered at the links, accentuating it beauty. She slid the glass towards him, a bit too close in his opinion as he salivated over the chain and what it would buy him.
She spoke and he quickly regained his composure. He deeply wanted to make a deal which ended with his possession of the necklace she offered but Morrigan had things of a great deal more value hidden within her mind. Wally was not sure how badly she wanted to find Koltana but he would soon find out. “That is a very fine trinket my dear, I daresay it is one of the most beautiful I have seen in my time here. I would agree it would sell for more than I could need in a lifetime, if I should continue living as I do now. But I don’t know…I do already have a neck accessory and I have a feeling they would clash. I suppose we could trade one for the other if you are interested.”
Wally reaches into one of the pockets within his vest and produces an item wrapped in fabric. He slowly pulls the folds of the fabric away from the item, with each flap it becoming more and more clear what he has. A golden torque shines brightly in contrast to his dirty fingers, in the center a bright red-star diamond. A wry grin growing on Wally’s lips as he watches Morrigan’s face closely. She would no doubt recognize the item he held as having once belonged to Koltana.
Would she think he had stolen it, or perhaps killed the man she sought? A momentary lapse in his planning gave way to festering doubts. Was this even an item held by the Eighth at all? He had gone through a great deal of trouble and expense to find the origins of the item, very few of the people he had dealing with would have seen the elders as close as needed to identify the item. If he had not seen the man that discarded such an elegant piece with his own eyes he might have forgotten all about finding who he was and simply sold the torque to the first interested buyer. Had he been tricked? An elaborate trick to make him look the fool here, with one of the elders staring blankly back at him as he unveiled his ace in the hole only to find it was a fake. No he had verified its authenticity with two sources, there was no way they could have been working together to trick them. And they were both honorable men for the amount he paid.
Wally’s eyes raised back to meet Morrigan’s, his grin having left his face, replaced with an uncomfortably forced smile. His face was now flushed with embarrassment though it was all but imperceptible beneath the layer of grime covering his face. Perspiration had formed beneath his arms and behind his knees and would soon find its way to his face if he could not regain his composure quickly. His lapse in confidence only lasted a moment but it had felt like an eternity to him. “A fair trade then?” he said his voice quavering only slightly in that first sentence, returning to the smooth, confidence he had as he spoke earlier as he continued, “The necklace for the torque, and the information you seek for information in your possession? I have begun finding out, as I am sure you already know, that money will only buy things that are for sale and I have a need for things people are loath to give up.”
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The Torque shown between them, and Morrigan was irritated highly. Not because he had it--no, but because he had not just given her the information she sought. Very little could entice her to want to give him anything that he could sell to someone who might come barging into Genil; and that was what he did with information; sold it. "I don't want your trinket; ask me questions--we'll see if I'll be willing to answer them. I would suggest, though, that you just took my offer... Did you not hear me that I don't want information passed around about myself or my family?" Morrigan's voice was a cool, iced hiss through the thin layer of her mask, and drew the attention of those closest to her heart. They knew she was irritated--they guaged how irritated she might be. Morrigan had no intention of touching the ratling; he was far too valuable, but if he didn't give her the information, she would find it out on her own. Someone knew--someone had to have had the information before him, and she had wings to fly on. He was the easiest route, but not the only one.
"Go ahead. Ask." The words were a challenge, the truth lying more in the words 'we'll see if you can ask me a question that won't piss me off. Be careful where you tread.' Morrigan relaxed her posture, knowing that a tactic of sexual allure would no doubt fall on deaf ears with who she worked with. Even if not, she had no intention of utilizing that tactic at this moment. It was... below her, or so she was thinking. The information had to come. One way or another, she'd get it... she just had to remain calm. She gritted her teeth behind that nylon mask, irritation not showing in her eyes though it had been there a moment ago. Each movement of her body screamed lioness, and she was on the hunt.
She pulled the beauty of a necklace back to her and held it close. The torque itself held as much value--if not more--in that diamond it boasted, so what did she have for him other than the fact that people would probably buy hers more often, since that piece of jewelry was hard to wear and irritating to look at except for by the eccentric. Morrigan Aensland considered being nervous herself, though the thought was fleeting. Morrigan Aensland's confidence was unbreakable. She rarely doubted herself, and thoughts that might lead down that road were considered destruction and left to rot where they had been thwarted.
Traveling sales...man?
Has funny hair!
And funny clothes!
And a... funny tail
I don't know whether
to scoop him up and
hug him or set a
trap for him >.>
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Wally leaned forward slightly, his body tensing as she returned the necklace to her grasp. First things first he thought to himself as he began to consider how to get the most for the information he held. “I should think that Koltana would want his torque returned to him. I would estimate their worth to be near enough to equal. A fair deal if for nothing else as a gesture of goodwill between negotiating parties?” He smiled his warmest, most genuine smile, though his lips curled up exposing his pointy teeth never appears all that reassuring. “There is of course the matter that you came here for. I can show you exactly where I came across this torque.” Wally nods in the general direction of the fabric bundle containing the gold collar that he had already slid to the center of the table in anticipation of their exchanging items. “No doubt Koltana hides nearby, with the help of a friend of mine we would easily find him. But...”
Wally slumped back into his chair as he exhaled heavily. His eyes averted, his mind lost in thoughts as he considered the situation. His fingers slowly stroked his chin as his eyes, gazed at the floor dart back and forth. “Perhaps we could reach another deal then...” he spoke without looking up. “If you are so wary of sharing information there may be another way. Something worth both the location of the Eighth and my discretion regarding our dealings.”
Wally moves forward in his seat, his elbows moving up and resting on the table, his hands folded into one another lying on the table as well. He adjusts himself in his seat as he leans towards Morrigan. His voice was quickly losing its playful smoothness, becoming more earnest and hardened with every word as he spoke. “I have little interest in seeing you killed, and having met with an elder makes me in as much danger as you would be if I were to sell that fact. Probably more” he said with a laugh after sizing her up and considering her reputation. “The reconstruction of Genil is in my best interest. I have had my fair share of dealing within those walls. With the White City gone, I and many other neutral parties have become targets. Those that do not fully and faithfully declare their allegiances are finding it harder and harder to hide. I can help you...and I will help you gather the elders to rebuild, which is no doubt why you seek Koltana and will be seeking the others that have gone into hiding. However rebuilding an entire city, on my back, requires a greater reward than simply money...and Crystal can offer me that reward...All I ask of you in exchange for helping you to find the Eighth is an audience with Crystal.”
“As an act of good faith I will take you to where I found Koltana’s torque before meeting with her, but do not try to double-cross me. I have held onto the whereabouts of the elders dearly knowing that it would do the greatest good for me to see Genil returned to its former state but should that situation change I can find buyers within the day for information of that sort.” For a moment or two his eyes linger on hers, emphasizing how serious he was or perhaps simply lost in her eyes. Finally his eyelids close and he looks away, his more calm mannerisms showing as he again relaxed. “Your identity is safe with me darling, as I said it is in my best interests to see the city standing again and like many of the residents of this god-forsaken city I would like to see you fight again.” Another devilish smile creeps to Wally’s face. “Now about my necklace...”
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((OOC: I'm sorry. I got really distracted with work and somehow managed to miss your post when it first was set. I apologize for taking so long to reply.))
The threats were all on the table now. Each creature had its own piece that it hid and dangled before the other's nose to check the bait and see who would be honorable or who would not. His request made Morrigan smile--a develish grin--as she sat back in her seat. That's what you want? What's the catch? She was so curious... did he expect her to play bodyguard to him against Genilians...? No. We'll get there by a whole other means... Perhaps this made her a traitor, but she would watch him, and Crystal would see... anyone.. who desired her help. But it was a steep price to pay, putting Crystal in danger.. So he would see her, but Morrigan... Well.
"I can arrange a meeting for you, Little Rat... but I won't leave the room, and you will be watched like a hawk. I also do not know how well you can describe Miss Dinaia, and I'd prefer not to surface that in stone, so she'll be in her Elder robes. If everything you say is true, and you mean not to leak the information to the public, then all will go well to your specifications; and you'll know Crystal. I do not act, and she is the only person I have any respect for that isn't in this club. So don't doubt that I will keep good to my word. Here." She flicked her wrist and sent the glass across the table so smoothly that the surface of the wine was not even disturbed. She wrapped the torque and stuck it into her bag as she stood there, staring at him, hoping to guage his sincerity. "For now, though, Little Rat... I need Koltana. I know not how to make you feel assured of our bargain, nor a way you can make me feel assured... or maybe.. I can."
Morrigan held out her fingers and over them appeared a circlet. Gold and shining, it was very beautiful, no doubt worth a fetching price, but that was not it's trick. The trick itself was in the beauty, for it was a dangerous thing indeed. "This is called a contract seal..." Morrigan observed it as the lights bounded off it, and then slowly set it on the table before them. "It's a dangerous thing, truly, for it is completely neutral." She stared at it with those emerald green eyes, a bit of masochism wandering through them in the form of a green spark that showed her interest. "we both touch it, say aloud what we promise to do, and slip our wrists into it.... From there, it seperates, and if.. for any reason.. either of us intends to break our promise, it's... well, a very painful death in store. Such a pretty thing to be so dangerous, don't you think?" Her eyes wandered up to Walter, looking for his reaction. She'd rather not use it, for multiple things could come up that would make this deal to her least advantage. If for some reason she found out they were intending ill upon Crystal, she'd probably be sentencing herself to death... but it would keep him in line, too. There would be no running away from it, no poofing out of existance... Just... death.
Traveling sales...man?
Has funny hair!
And funny clothes!
And a... funny tail
I don't know whether
to scoop him up and
hug him or set a
trap for him >.>
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Wallys smile widened, finally we are getting somewhere, even if it is still full of distrust and animosity . “So this seal...does it come off after both our parts of the bargain are fulfilled? I can’t exactly be seen running around with a gold bracelet, I get enough prejudice against me as it is... And what is it that I am swearing on this seal? That I will take you to Koltana? That I won’t horribly maul -Miss Diana-? Or that I won’t ruin your cage-fighting career?”
All while he talked Wally’s beady eyes never left hers, a technique he had learned to display dominance, certainly not going to work here but he did so out of reflex, and actually it was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable. His eyes never left hers but his focus was split between the future rewards and those of the present. She had slid the glass of wine across the table to him and as slowly and as nonchalantly as he could he had begun reaching into the glass to claim his prize. The glass was too deep as he would come to find out, his fingers pressing hard against the rim of the glass within millimeters of grabbing the necklace, all the while he continued talking. His focus faltered for just a moment as he looked at the glass trying to figure out a way to get the object out. His gaze returned to her and he continued “And what is it...” he spoke as he picked up the glass pressing it to his lips and tilting it completely up allowing the rest of the liquid as well as the jewelry to fall into his mouth. He pushed the necklace to the front of his mouth as he swallowed, his face immediately scrunched and his teeth bared as he swallowed the obviously foul drink. He pulled the links from his mouth much as he would have a string of spaghetti and finished his rant about what he had to swear as he slowly lowered the necklace into one of his vest pockets.
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Morrigan's look was quite full of disgust, her eyes not backing down from his own stare and very full of everything she believed she could do to his dead body. While he worked like a child to claim his prize, she listened to him as he rambled on. Her tongue caressed her lower lip and she waited ever-so-patiently for the right time to answer his question. The smell of sweat and danger swam throughout the room, and some poor, drunk fool was thrown out at the mercy of Lukavai as he picked the wrong girl to hit on at that very moment. When finally the space between them was silent, the growing tension becoming thick enough to see and taste if one flicked out their tongue between them, she smiled and seemed to return her complete focus to him, as if she had tuned him out as he had spoken far too many words for such a simple question--typical of nervousness, though she felt the same.. not as much, though.
"You'll swear no ill-intent toward her, and that you'll take me to Koltana. Seeing as by the time it would be relevant for you not to talk about me, the piece will be removed, I will merely have to trust that you would not be so... foolish. In return, I'll swear no ill-intent toward you, and that I'll take you to 'Miss Diana'. Don't think by using a different name, though, it won't know who you speak of. Try to double cross the charm, and it will double-cross you. Just a fair game of warning ahead of time. But you'll be filling out your side of the bargain first, and if you want to know why...." She paused, quirking an eyebrow, reading his face to see if he had figured it out or if he was lost in the dark at that moment while she waited to give him the answer, "It's because if Koltana moves from where you think he is and you cannot find him, then you will not have fulfilled your side of the bargain, so it's most imperative that we find him.. and quickly, because the ring has a three-day grace period."
Morrigan slipped her hand inside of it. "You'll say it aloud, though you only need to refer to Miss Diana as "her" in this context."
Traveling sales...man?
Has funny hair!
And funny clothes!
And a... funny tail
I don't know whether
to scoop him up and
hug him or set a
trap for him >.>
Wally listened intently, the seriousness having returned to his face particularly at the mention of his own death should Koltana have moved. Why should I die if that out of his mind, fallen elder should decide he wants to be insane is some place more habitable than that cave. I did enough to find the place he hid, am I supposed to be keeping tabs on him at all times, make him file a change of address with me if he moves, I found his hiding spot that should be enough, there must be some clue as to where to find him.
“I trust you have an especially fast mode of transportation in mind for our task to be complete in three days. I am sure you haven’t forgotten that we need to pick up a guide in Anarab before we set out and I have an errand or two to run around town before we leave. Perhaps we could use this charm once we arrive in Anarab just to give us a little bit more of a window to fulfill our terms” Forever the negotiator Wally did the best he could to turn the terms to the most favorable they could be for him. As he looked into the eyes of the demon that sat before him and as he looked at the expression on her face he decided that the terms were as favorable as they would get on this issue and if he did any more vying for conditions that he would find himself in a worse predicament than he did at the moment.
“Okay, okay, three days from now should be enough time but I do have a few things I need to get done that might take less time with the help of a ferocious vixen like yourself” Wally pauses to wink at her, not waiting to hear her response before he reached his arm across the table, propping himself up a bit on the table to reach his hand through the bracelet. “I swear that I will take you to where I believe Koltana is, which you know to be true or when we get there I will burst into flames or whatever happens if this thing goes off and I swear that I will do nothing to hurt “her”. Is that how you operate this thing?”
Re: Back Home
Morrigan finally eased up. She was tired and irritated, but things might just be working to their advantage now. The both of them, and that's all she wanted. Her eyes turned upward in some silent thanks and she shifted in her seat for a few moments of breath. "I have the fastest mode of transportation you can ask for with the amount of discretion that's required." And she didn't exactly expect him to immediately think of the fact that she had wings and could fly--after all, in this form, there were no wings to be seen, just the emerald green eyes. She slipped forward and gripped his hand, after putting her own wrist through the band, "I promise to bring you to her unharmed or unafflicted by myself or any plots that might have anything to do with me. I promise you audience."
The rings glowed a moment, then seperated, breaking and wrapping itself around each their wrist. The glow dragged some attention for the briefest moment, but when Morrigan looked up, their eyes quickly shot away, afraid to offend the cage fighter into throwing them inside the bars which she owned so thoroughly. When the glow disappeared, upon Morrigan's wrist was a flat, silver band, and on Wally's? A filthy braided cord of leather. "It's efficient that way.... So shall we be off?"
She didn't wait for his answer, lifting her body from the booth, nodding curtly at her friends and moving toward her room, fully expecting Wally to leave by the front door. She stepped into her room, closed the door behind her, and opened the enchanted back door she always used. She stepped into the alleyway and around the corner, waiting patiently for her contact to exit and head down the street so she could grab him up even as the purple latex was readjusting to suit a much more efficient transport.
Traveling sales...man?
Has funny hair!
And funny clothes!
And a... funny tail
I don't know whether
to scoop him up and
hug him or set a
trap for him >.>
Re: Back Home
Wally watched closely as she left, he was after all still as much man, as he was rat. The second the door shut behind her he started pulling and prodding at the bracelet on his wrist but to no avail. He casually brought his hands up to his face and after a quick look around tried to bite the leather. Nuts, guess I have to go through with this thing, I hate not having any options.. And with that Wally stood and walked to the bar.
He stopped before the bar and stood directly behind one of the larger gentlemen that had been flanking him earlier at the bar. The man squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to appear natural but failing horribly.
"She left..." Wally spoke flatly
"Uhh..." the man slowly turned around on his stool "Yeah we had seen that" he replied in a slow oafish candor
"So you can stop pretending not to know me"
"Ok Wally, so we are all done then?"
"Yep, and since you didn’t have to protect me afterall, I'll be taking my money back." Hearing that the other bulbous man sitting next to him turned in his seat to face Wally as he stared at the two men expressionless, his arms crossed across his chest.
"I don’t think that was part of the deal Wally" interjected the second man.
"I paid you to protect me right?" Wally waited an appropriate amount of time considering whom he was talking to so that they would have time to discover the answer "And did you protect me? .... no she didn’t even try anything therefore I shouldn’t have to pay you"
"That isn’t fair though Wally, we..."
"Isn’t fair!?! you didn’t do anything, you got money from me for NOTHING, is that fair, all you did was sit on your lazy asses and watch," the two men stood up, "While I did all the work. I placated that demon temptress all on my own and you think you should get all the money, at least give me half, you want to be fair right, half is fair, it is more than fair, half and I wont go away from this hating the both of you" The men now towering over Wally, arms crossed across their chests as he had been posed before as he paced back and forth yelling about fairness, hands waving in a fervor. He stopped for a moment to look at them. "I hate both of you, you are what is wrong with this city you know that, no morals, no character just a couple of hooligans that is what you two are..."
"Don’t go doing anything stupid and getting killed, I might need you two again" Wally spoke over his shoulder as he had begun to trudge out of the club through the front entrance. His mind had wandered and it would take him a few moments to remember exactly what he was doing leaving the club now, he still couldn’t believe he couldn’t get anything back, Bunch of cheapskate, dirty, no good, swindlers, I really should just take a ... and put it right up their ... lousy bunch of ... Wally continued to curse and mutter under his breath as he strode out into the street outside of the Ikky Ikky.
Edited by: Dreahot at: 7/29/07 7:07 pm
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