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Old October 6, 2011, 01:50 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Darkening. Tempris, in the month of Autumn Era XVIII PF

Re: [Location] Doma apo Aionios Tychi (Casino)


How did he even get here again?

He could barely remember. All he knew was that just because he was here on official business does not mean he could not steal a moment to enjoy the sights and sound Olympia had to offer, and that was exactly what he had done. Throughout the brightening he had taken a leisure cruise on foot around the city, visited some of the tourist attractions, strolled through the markets, and sampled their cuisine and wine. Specifically he had spent some considerable time at the Apo Nisiotikous Ambelones doing something he should not have been doing much; drinking.

He liked wine. Unfortunately he was a terrible drunk, and worse still he had low alcohol tolerance. The last time he indulge he got into a bar brawl in Arconis, and since then he had been refraining from alcohol lest he ended up doing something inappropriate and embarrassing again... that was, until this brightening. Alone and without a mentor or an older superior to supervise him this time, the young priest had lost control of his inhibition, consuming more than he should, to the point he could barely remember his way back. Of course it did not help that he was unfamiliar with the place to begin with, especially now that the suns had descended beneath the horizon, making way for the looming darkening to transform the landscape into a different city altogether.

Someone had pointed that the inn he stayed was that way. And Iori had stumbled over only to find that he had ended up in a place that barely resembled an inn what with the many tables lined with people playing cards or dice, wagering their stacks of crowns or chips, while pretty islander ladies went around serving even more wine. Either the person had pointed him to the wrong inn, that of those expansive and luxurious casino hotels, or he had took the wrong turning somewhere.

"Urm... I think I'm lost," he mumbled when he was greeted by one of the female servers having long last decided he was in the wrong place and that he really shouldn't be here as firstly, he could not really afford to participate, and secondly, although gambling was not technically a sin, it was still considered a vice by many circles, and with all those scantily dressed local beauties around, this was a very bad place of temptation for the likes of him.

"That's okay sir, I will bring you to the nearest table," the pretty little thing with dark curled lashes and long golden legs smiled and before he knew it, he had his arm entangled in hers, a large glass of a cocktail of some sort in one hand while being ushered towards the nearest available gambling table, obviously having mistaken his "lost" for him being new to the casino.

Poor Iori was dragged off deeper and deeper into the establishment, with no idea how to brush her off without appearing rude (and honestly having difficulties deciding if he wanted to do so or not, because face it, he did find her very appealing). His only consolation would be at least he was not clad in his usual clergy-wear but had opted for a more casual attire consisting of a pair of slacks, coupled with a tight fitting shirt left untucked with the long sleeves rolled to the elbows (Iori had decided to dress so seeing as he meant to be "off-duty", and not wanting to bother with too much unwanted excitement or aggravation as it appears that the locals wasn't so welcoming of the CoF either).

OOC:Haha excuse the cheesy french-wannabe title >.>
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Old October 9, 2011, 02:40 PM   #2 (permalink)
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I can't remember a thing

I don't remember falling down
I don't remember getting up
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The delights of the southern portside district wholly redeemed the city of Olympia in Hélène’s eyes. How had she missed this during her initial drunken staggering from the port? She had gone out this darkening seeking good drink and good company, with her lute slung over her shoulder to help earn a few honest crowns through performing around the taverns. Already she had learned a delightful, roaring sea chantey from some Vagaran sailors and was working on adapting some of the local music to her instrument. These Eunesians were quite proud of their culture, as the Jaedaxienne could well understand, and familiar melodies seemed more likely to produce coins.

Money had been an issue of late; the less coin in her pocket, the more coin was on her mind. Hélène could barely afford the cheapest lodgings in Olympia and was dangerously close to facing a sober darkening. Thus, she was exerting all of her charm and skill, and was graciously thankful for each coin tossed her way. An unusually friendly tavern patron had suggested she visit this district, where the wealthier vacationers found amusement in the fine restaurants and resorts. Hélène was glad she took the advice; she collected more coin in the candlemark she’d been circulating here than the entire previous darkening.

When she came upon the Doma apo Aionios Tychi, she was in high spirits; her pocket was full of coin and her flask was mysteriously empty. Hélène went in with a new plan. She would rub a few elbows, play a few games, and in lieu of attaining any sort of marketable skill or engaging in actual work, she would win enough crowns to afford passage on a ship back to the mainland.

As the hostess seated the new gentlemen, she smiled at him from across the table. Hélène was remarkably presentable this darkening, wearing clean clothes and with her tumbling mass of dark hair scrubbed and brushed. The Jaedaxienne was capable of being a decently attractive woman when she wasn’t busy shouting obscenities and revisiting her pracenda in an alley. She was at ease and friendly with the other guests, and unperturbed even as she lost two hands in a row, handing over every crown she’d earned this evening. She was laughing as Iori sat down, sweeping her new cards up from the table.

“Bonjour!” she merrily greeted him over her cards. This, she was sure, would be her ticket home.
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Bored. Etienne was bored. His stride as he moved through the casino was indolent, hands clasped behind his back, eyes rolling through the roll, looking for something, anything, that could peek his interest. Olympia had, so far, done little to amuse him. Was this not a center of culture for the Eunesian islands? It lacked the flare that Jaedaxia possessed, that beautiful intoxication that often perfumed the northern city. Yet he could not say that he had cared much for Jaedaxia either. A visit, he was due, but that was all. Return there and live? No, not something he desired, by far.

There yet remained a question, however, of what to do with himself. Did he remain in Secycion, where a possible future for himself seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer…? Did he linger in Eunesia, where the skin was readily available for the feasting? Or had he stretched the limits of his presence there, alerted too many that he was about? Perhaps he ought to move on. But…to where?

With a giddy smile, he entertained the possibility of swinging by Diana, of capitalizing on the confusion and uproar recent events had transpired. Likely it was chaotic enough that he could infiltrate the area, take advantage of the people there and none be the wiser for it. There was a sort of sick sweetness to the idea of laying hands on the holy, leaving them dead in the streets.

But he dismissed it with a slight brush of his fingers against the front of his tunic, wiping away a bit of string that had stuck there. A childish amusement and beneath him. What then…?

His feet jerked to a stop as his ears caught a familiar music at his elbow. Not a specific person, of course, but an accent… He eyed the woman at the table with her dark locks. The sort of women that folk flocked to, he considered, if her smile and flash of good humor were anything to go by. People liked a happy loser. Most of them.

"Ah, mademoiselle," he greeted her with exaggerated relief, continuing on quite quickly in Jaedaxienne. "The music of home is in your voice. The right accent and all." He flashed a smile of his own at her, bumping into a chair next to her that was, in actuality, quite occupied. His slender hips slid into the man there and easily dislodged him with a strength that must have surprised the other, rising up a blustering protest that was just as promptly ignored.

Etienne looked quite the mainlander dandy, Jaedaxian to the bone, in his wine-purple trousers and gray tunic cut short at his upper-arms. His dark purple locks had been neatly curled and drawn back from his angular elvish face in a gray ribbon, revealing purple eyes accented at the corner with a touch of kohl and lips deepened with a bit of red carmine. "What a pleasure to encounter such a rare Jaedaxian flower, mademoiselle."

Never mind that he was rather rudely interrupting the game. Boredom had its price.
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Bonjour?

Shouldn't it be 'Chairete' or something around these parts?

He might be a little drunk (or tipsy as Iori would prefer to call it) but he was at least still vaguely aware of his current location, or of the cultural differences such as language between that of Jaedaxia and Eunesia, to realize that such a greeting should be more in place with the city of his birth. And in Jaedaxia, he ain't... or so last he checked!

Iori frowned as he was made to sit down at the table by that lovely hostess, though she was quick to take her leave having done her job of ensnaring yet another into the den of vices, but not before planting a good luck kiss on the customer's cheek. Unfortunately (or rather fortunately), he seemed a little too disoriented and preoccupied to take notice of that, more keen was he on the dark haired buxom sitting across from him, wary green eyes transfixed on her, while he jogged his memory to try recall that familiar face of hers.

Now where had he seen her -- Aha! He remembered now...

"Mademoiselle Hélène Maria ... Roux? De la Defiance Arrondissement... non?" he broke into a wry grin, suddenly remembering vividly how she had used that as some form of decorative 'title', much to his amusement. She might be able to fool the locals or the other Mainlanders unfamiliar to the City of Fates, but she wasn't going to fool this one! As grand as it sounded, the Jaedaxian born priest knew that it referred to the slums of Jaedaxia's Eastern District. In fact, when he returned back to his hometown, sent there by the Church just an era back, there was where he was stationed and he certainly knew that area to be anything but 'grand', and enough to make any decent Jaedaxian man cringe or woman blush if they had to use that as some title. Why did she choose so then? It really made him wonder.

"Bonjour et enchanté," he let the speech of his mother-tongue flow out from his lips as smooth as the peculiar but well mixed-alcoholic drink he was nursing. It was evident from his manner of speech that Iori was a native Charismean speaker, a characteristic molded from the brightening he could talk, one that will never diminish no matter how long it had been disused, or even if the strong accent that usually embed itself in Common had been watered down to that typical to those from the Plains of Carmelya. Indeed Iori no longer had that Jaedaxian flair in his everybrightening speech, though that does not mean he could not so easily re-imitate it if he wanted too.

By then another newcomer had arrived, an elf from the looks of it, and also a Jaedaxian (or at least Charismean-fluent) to boot! What's with all those fellow countrymen of his suddenly crawling out from the woodworks! Not that he felt embarrassed by that or anything, quite the contrary actually, being one who always took great pride with his birth-city, but it did feel as if maybe he just had one too many. For a moment there, he doubted he was still in Olympia, harboring confused thoughts that in his drunkenness he might have accidentally took a ship back to Jaedaxia already.

He observed the dainty looking elf, now feeling even more confused, this time as to the newcomer's gender. Elves, always so androgynous, this one especially so what with the makeup but lack of... chest. Iori decided the elf was decidedly male then the moment he shoved the other man off, and quickly took his eyes of him before people start thinking he was odd, ogling at the same gender.

"Bonjour," he greeted the male elf. "You know each other?" he asked them, looking between the two of them, and somewhat sounding a little... disappointed if so?
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Hélène’s bright blue eyes shifted to the gentleman who had acquired the seat next to hers. She held her cards close and met him with a disarming smile, completely disregarding the sputtering, angered fellow who had lost his chair. Praise the gods for the feminine beauty of elves! Here was a man the Jaedaxienne would not mind looking upon, a wine and silver shadow with dark amethyst eyes and devastating cheekbones that, in truth, made her covet his fine features.

“The pleasure is all mine,” the dark-haired woman replied in their shared language. “I did no’ expect to fall in love this darkening- and, ah! What luck! ‘Ere is my priest.”

“ ’Ave you come to marry me, then?” she called across the table to Iori.

She laughed at Iori’s nearly-correct naming. So he had heard her introduction to the Lady, those some brightenings past. How kind of the holy man to participate in her little fable, then- and how interesting to find him drunk in a gambling house.

Oui, you ‘ave found me at last,” she told him. “But I fear you ‘ave me at a disadvantage, as you so sweetly recall my name and I do not know yours. Tell me, priest, by what name shall I call out to you?”

Hélène laid some cards face-down upon the table as the next round began. When a wine-bearer circled the nearby tables, she gestured for their cups to be filled.

“Do you play?” she asked them both, the innocent question spoken with a wicked curve of her lips. There was still a card game afoot, of course, though she was fast running out of coin to lay down.
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"I... priest... you... marry?" he stammered, looking both very surprised and yet again disoriented. Did she mean him to perform his duties as a priest and marry her with this random stranger? Or like, marry her?

His face suddenly flushed like that the color of wine, or that of her namesake? Eyes then darted all around nervously, as if he feared it will entice the attention of those about if she was going to keep dropping the word "priest" in almost every sentence addressed to him. He was certainly not on his best and sharpest, the likes when they first met on that fated brightening. Too much wine and mixed drinks had a way of bringing out the worst in some, if not most. But he was not entirely that far off yet to the point he wasn't even aware of what he was doing anymore, or that of her name, or his own name! And oui! There had been a time or two when the young priest had been that drunk before, he'd rather not remember the event if he could help it - If he could - That Arconis incident involving a certain Kaar and Ein, and so unfortunately witness by his superior, Dego, was one example. Sadly, it appears that he might just be heading down that direction again, if he was going to continue with the input.

Now it wasn't that he was insecure of his position as a 'man of the cloth', drunk in a casino, surrounded by belles femmes... or well maybe he should, if only he was sober enough to even realize much less rationalize. It was more like a subconscious reflex, partially stemmed from that little voice in the back of his mind that seem Aetheria bent on warning him of the possible 'dangers' if he continued with what he was doing, nagging him to be cautious, and to go back home and take a rest.

But there was also this one other small voice that told him how rude he would appear if he was to immediately take his leave. Since he had already sat down, he might as well indulge his wondering by getting to know a little about her. It shouldn't take long. Just a few moments of idle chit chat while playing a game or two. Just a few. No harm done. And who knows, he might get lucky tonight!

"Iori McKenzie," he first replied in a timid voice and took a momentary pause to sip from his glass. When he continued then, it was as if the concoction had confidence magically stored in it, for the moment he placed his drink back down, it seemed he had immediately recovered from the earlier awkwardness. "Although I am also called Henri LeSoux in my birthplace... Jaedaxia," he flashed her a knowing smile and a wink, along with that uncharacteristic 'overload' of information. "And what game does the Mademoiselle play so far away from the place of her title?" he added cheekily, this time looking about the table trying to discern exactly what type of game was on the house.


OOC:*sobs* Etienne :< Still, the show must go on! And.. urm, we shalt not play strip poker? :x
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Hélène at least had the good sense to realize she might be placing the poor intoxicated man in unnecessary danger by calling him priest, and ceased doing so- for now. She did not mean any real harm by it, other than causing extreme embarrassment- and her personal fascination of making a man of the cloth blush so deeply.

The dark-haired woman blessed the priest with a radiant, crooked smile.

“Marry you? That’s terribly forward of you, but I suppose we cannot deny ourselves for long,” she proclaimed.

While he appeared to slowly gather his thoughts on what his name was, Hélène took a long drink from her glass, emptying half of it in one taste- and not for the first time. The wonderful thing about a gambling house was that the drink flowed freely in order to loosen one’s purse strings. The woman had already lost so much at the table she might as well bet her empty purse and its strings besides, and so she was striving to take in as much wine as she could before the staff wised up and demonstrated how the exit doors worked.

“I don’t know,” she responded in Jaedaxian to his question about what game was being played. She glanced down at her hand again, chose two cards at random, and laid them upon the table. Her cards were turned over by the dealer, who laid several new cards down in their place. At one card’s revelation, the two Olympians at their shared table groaned their mock-disappointment, which she supposed meant she had given up a rather important card. She flashed them a pretend pained look, then smiled.

“But I suspect I would not abide by zee rules, even if I knew them.”

Hélène expertly arranged her cards in her hands as though contemplating her next move. As she did not understand the game being played, its rules, or how to win, she was busily stacking her hand according to color. She eyed the other players and adopted her easy, relaxed pose, as though it did not matter at all that she was close to being destitute again.

“And 'ow did Henri LeSoux lose 'is good Jaedaxian name for Iori McKenzie?" she asked. "'Ow will I know what to call you? If I say all your names, why- the other tavern guests would 'ear me through zee walls and presume terrible things of me! Surely, you would not want that, my pri-- Henri."
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So why did he change his name then?

"Uh... eh..." Iori was back to stammering again upon realizing that he probably have spoken just a little too much than he was usually accustomed too. On a general rule, he will not speak of his past or of himself if he could help it. He did not enjoy it. It was tragic, it was painful, it brought back too many memories, and now that he had found out they were mostly nothing but lies, there were too much confusion and frustrations too. And character wise, he was just someone who was not really outspoken, being very much an introvert, that being downright blunt and talkative was uncomfortable for him. Though now only was he feeling that discomfort, in what was a little bit of a delayed reaction there!

Thank you alcohol.

He should probably spit the bitter sweet liquid in his mouth right now, but that would be a waste of good liquor. Plus it would bring more unnecessary attention with such faux pas display. So against his better judgment, he gulped down his drink. And just for good measure, to kill that unsettling feeling and that churning anxiety that was growing in the pit of his stomach, he downed the whole glass.

"Ahh!" he released a satisfied sigh as he placed down the now empty piece of fancy crockery. With a lazy smile he eyed her as he pondered how to best answer her question.

From his near-blurry perception he could somewhat see she wasn't that good with playing - Yes, Iori took the word literally! If there was supposed to be some double entendre intended, it was unfortunately lost on the young priest. He, on the other hand seemed to think his subtle hinting questions about her less-than-savory 'title' was lost on her. That, or she was deliberately avoiding the signs! From lazy, the smile turned mischievous as he figured a way to 'play' the 'interrogation game'...

"You can call me anything you want chère," yup again, that's the alcohol speaking there, "As for your question... how about, I answer that only if I lose my hand to you?" he beamed rather slyly. "Chips," he called to the dealer as he slapped a hundred crown note on the table and waited for the exchange as well as Hélène's response.
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She watched him struggle to find an answer, looking openly amused by it all. Emptying his wine cup was as good an answer as any. Hélène flagged down a cup bearer once again and had their cups refilled as another staff person quietly and quickly exchanged Iori’s crown note for casino chips and the dealer dealt him a hand. The card game had something to do with matching certain patterns together to create stair-stepping hands of related cards; by this time, Hélène was beginning to worry about her depleting purse and had begun paying more attention to the actual game. Still, she lounged in her chair and drank her wine, smiling and joking with the others around the table, and being particularly flirtatious with an Olympian man who had sat down on her other side, leaning in to hear his whispers, though she kept smiling towards Iori as she did so.

Hélène had a better hand than one other player, but not the rest. She made a show of frowning deeply at the cards splayed upon the table.

“Ah, two out of three, then!” she challenged Iori.

Naturally, her luck did not change.

“Best of five!” she laughed.

Three cups of wine later- for him, anyways, as Hélène had slowed her pace once he seemed not to notice – the Jaedaxienne finally won a single hand, and all the table good-naturedly applauded her. Hélène rose to give an unsteady, flourishing bow. She sat down a bit too hard, almost knocking her chair back but for the man next to her, who steadied it. She laughed- too loudly, and for too long- her hand upon his arm. Hélène beamed at the young priest across the table.

“Well, Henri, I ‘ave done it! You did not say which ‘and, after all,” she told him.
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"Two out of three it is Mademoiselle de la Defiance Arrondissement," he smirked and bowed his head as he readily agreed to the terms.

But compared to her Iori didn't look like he was fairing any better either, either winning a round or losing the next in continuous fashion. The small stack of chips he was hoping to increase and maybe get a better room this darkening remained as it were, Lady Luck certainly mocking them this fine darkening. There was this one time where he almost won big but... Ah! Damnit he needed more alcohol! And some smokes to go with it if possible, just to handle the pressure better from that strong desire to exchange what was left of his meager crowns to play big, well as big as he could get - Priests, low ranking ones like he, do not exactly receive the most luxurious pay - although maybe he should put down more, then he could win more...?

"Best of five it is, your wish is my command," he grinned back at his opponent, sipping on what was his second glass now, with even a thin lighted cigarillo between the lips.

On the other hand, at least he had never lost his to hers!

"You know chere, you're so lucky I am being nice seeing as I am not requesting anything from you. Perhaps I should actually. From the next round onward, if you lose, you need to answer my questions! You can start by telling me how did you get that interesting title of yours," he chuckled when poor Hélène continued with her losing streak.

With that said, he awaited for the lady to reveal her hand, 'ladies first' and all that. And what she drew made him winced as he slowly, having no choice, put his cards face down to show his first lost to her.

"Merde!" he cursed and slapped a hand on the table in a show of frustration. It was clear he wasn't taking the lost very seriously, judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

"Ah well, I suppose you're right," he mock-pouted slightly, lifting his glass to down it completely and raising it again to catch the attention for a refill. "But... it's only for your ears alone, you see... not the table, no offense to all of you," he raised an apologetic hand towards all of them, lingering the most towards the man who seemed to be having the most contact with Hélène.

"Perhaps some other time, or place, somewhere a little more private?" he grinned at her. "Another game? Another question maybe?" he gave her a challenging wink.
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Etienne's attention had wandered. This wasn't unusual for him when it came to humans, who were, when it came right down to it, rather uninteresting…hardly even attractive things to behold. So, yes, his eyes had skimmed somewhere and in a few quick moments his mind had been snagged by a spectacle on the other end of the room that had gone unnoticed by others at the table. But, alas, the incident had proved far less interesting than he had originally speculated, bringing Etienne back to the pair of Jaedaxians at the the table.

It was just as the youthful and clearly inexperienced priest extended his forward invitation that Etienne reinserted himself into the conversation, leaning in between the pair of them to make some remark to the man holding the cards, a sly smile treading over his features as he then straightened some. "Leaving us? I find myself rather…disappointed, mon coeur," he crooned to the priest, idly reaching up to adjust the human's collar, brushing it straight, fingers lingering when they connected with skin. Warm. He could feel the pulse beneath the thin layer that protected his veins. Scintillating.

He retracted his hands and in a fluid movement turned to the woman, leaning towards her so that the space between them was minimal at best. He did not reach out to touch her, but his eyes brushed over her with with the same lingering fashion as his fingers had graced Iori's skin. He smiled. "Chere, please excuse my intrusion. I was distracted a moment--how I came to be taken from you remains something of a mystery, non?" He chuckled and straightened further so that her personal space was reclaimed. "But I had truly wished some time with a few of my fellow Jaedaxians to settle some homesickness, non? After all. Three is not so much a crowd, n'est-ce pas?"

As he spoke he wove a spell about the pair, a Suggestion to go along with the Trelorean, to accept him into the private little party. A sweet rush as he slipped quite quickly and easily into clara, drawing ara amid his vis and twining the two to craft the base spell. Releasing it around them, a small and brief shiver in the air around them the only evidence to its crafting, the spell's effectiveness would depend on how likely or open the two were to the addition of a third party.

"I promise to make my presence worth while, mes amours. Of course, if I am less than welcome, I understand. I wouldn't wish to…intrude…on your privacy, after all."
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Hélène had no idea men of the cloth were so much fun. She had been under the mistaken impression that they declared holy oaths against enjoying their lives, and yet here he was, smoking and drinking and gambling and letting his eyes wander- all of which the Jaedaxienne encouraged. She gave him a bemused smile when he called her by her title; she maintained an absurd pride in the slums of her ill-gotten birth and did not pretend to be anything other than what she was.

“Why, monsieur, I ‘ad the bad fortune of being born. But now, look- I ‘ave lost so many ‘ands to you, and so it seems you may ask several more things of me- but, as you say, somewhere more private,” Hélène answered Iori’s question with that same crooked smile, ripe with suggestion.

She was pleased when the mysterious elf with the exquisite amethyst gaze returned his attentions to her; half of her flirting with the common Olympian at her other side had been to incite the priest, and half to remind Etienne that she was a desirable object to which attention should be duly paid. The Trelorean wasted his magic upon Hélène, who needed little encouragement. She was restless with boredom and feeling pent-up from her dreadfully uneventful stay in Olympia, and finding not one, but two unfamiliar, interesting gentlemen with the right accents was enticing all on its own. Her lingering look on Etienne’s curiously feminine face was one of frank invitation.

“Of course, you must come with us, mon ami. Let us procure a bottle or two of wine, and find some suitable place to speak of our far-away ‘ome and comfort one another."

Hélène quickly ended her round at the table, and stood up, all charm and smiles and flirtatious apologies and promises to miss them all. Certainly, the other gamblers were disappointed to see her leave, as she had lost more crowns than she had made busking tonight and yet remained merrier than those who had added to their accounts. She finished her flourishing good-byes, stepped outside with Iori and Etienne, and addressed them both.

"Now- where shall we go?"

She linked an arm through each of theirs, as if they were all old friends.
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Old January 19, 2012, 01:02 PM   #13 (permalink)
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Right! Private it is! -- And Iori drew in the last inches of his cigarillo, before he extinguished the dying stick in the provided ashtray, all the while, plastered on his face (rather unknowingly to be honest) a look of triumph that said, "Hey I win! I got the lady!"

Bellowing smoke, next was his glass of wine, or whatever alcoholic substance it was now, he can't even remember, to which he drank dry before he began collecting his 'winnings' (which frankly was more or less the same amount he had when he first joined), all in preparation to leave together with the "Lady of the 'Rundown' District".

And by his definition of private he really meant just the two of them of course. He never banked on that there will be a third. In fact, he had quite forgotten all about the Jaedaxian elf until he suddenly felt himself being pulled over, the decidedly male's hand idly rummaging around his collar, brushing a hand against his cheek... he could not help but feel like he was being treated as some schola boy all over again. It made him blush just slightly as he pulled away, looking all perplex. And then like some rebellious teenager he began ruffling his collar, undoing the elf's work in some childish display of defiance, all the way casting annoyed glances Etienne's way - and what is this!? Three is not so much a crowd, n'est-ce pas?"

Oui, il est! Bordel de merde!!

Yes, it is! For feth sake! The deal was with Hélène and only her. He was never part of the plan! Revealing the story of his past was daunting enough already even if it was just the two of them, he would feel even awkward if there were more people now... *that* was the reason for wanting the privacy, non?

But Iori never got to voice out his disagreement, instead...

"Haha! With a pretty face like yours why not? Alas if only you're a woman, and I was not a celibate priest, I will ravage you right now even! Oh well, I guess I will just have to settle with the pleasures from men!"

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Eh? What did he just said? What? He had no idea why he said that! What just happened there? Had he just been bewitched? Did someone cast a spell? - or was that just a very bad case of having one too many, or maybe there was something in that cig he was smoking, or even a deadly combination of everything?

Well, ruh-roh!

That was mortifying. Even to his own ears! Thank the gods Hélène was dragging him away from the table full of gasps no doubt, to... wherever it was they were going again? To do whatever it is they wanted to do again? By Aeternia, he wasn't even sure what's happening anymore!
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Two bottles of wine, one red, one white, thumped onto the table by the door that Etienne swung open to admit his guests, a wide sweep of his arm welcoming them into his domain. He stood aside to let them pass before nudging the door shut with hip and foot, his hand twisting the lock on the door. "To maintain privacy, oui?" he informed the others with an upward curl of his mouth, his eyes shifting towards Iori, knowing this one was the most uncomfortable of the pair…and finding his own great amusement in trying to get the other to squirm merely by occasionally glancing him over, as if visually feasting on various angles he might get a chance to appreciate a little later in the evening.

The suite, a luscious arrangement in the city's elegant Galinios Zoi apo i Theos, caught the trio in its sitting room. It lacked the plush fabrics and harsh stone of Jaedaxian architecture and design meant to insulate and boasted instead black and white marbles with low-set divans flanking a silver-gilded glass-topped table. Wide, glass-less windows looked out over the city, a pretty view in the dark of the evening, but with thick curtains that could be drawn back over them if the situation required it. But while the door had been locked for privacy, the Trelorean left these curtains in place, drawn back to allow the salt and human tang of the sea air to drift inside, indeed thought very little of them at all. Two framed entry ways led elsewhere into the suites. There was little doubting that one offered a soft, plush bed of costly fabrics and welcoming pillows.

His smile sharped with amusement as he lingered over the priest, but he tore his eyes away to pluck up the two bottles in one hand, their necks captured in curled fingers. "Please. Make yourselves comfortable, mes coeurs, while I serve up the wine." He turned from them, allowed them to wander inward and about as they pleased, rolling his neck slightly as he set the bottles down and rooted about to open them.

He had them here. Now what? The obvious drew out various responses. On some level, repulsion. They were human, pretty enough for their kind, but…human. On another…a deep-seated thrum in his belly, at the back of his mind, a drive, a need that he could recognize as not wholly his own. Estée. The dear would be a trouble, already stirring at the thought of wine and sex. The perfect way to spend a darkening She tickled at his mind, tossing the faintest of remarks that he struggled to shove down as he popped corks. But she was too unpredictable, this Estée, and control loosened too quickly from her fingers.

Red wine was poured into one glass, white into another.

"Red, for strong passions." His movements were taken with care as he turned and dipped the glass towards Helene, smiling as he looked her over. A woman of passions, for certain. One who leapt at what she wanted and took freely of what she could, whatever the consequences.

"And white…for passions yet unknown, hm?" That self-satisfied smirk found itself on Iori as he proffered the second glass to his less certain guest. He ensured that the exchange of the glass saw fingertips brushing, letting his own hand linger before lifting away.

He did not hover over Iori, but turned his attention to Helene, moving in close to her, to reach a hand along her arm thoughtfully, as if testing how soft the skin might be. He fingers drifted upward to briefly drift along the curve of her chin, then retracting. "Luck on my part that the very beauties of Jaedaxia find their way here. Please tell me you come equip with all her many charms as well? I have found the heathens of this place to be…crude. Kind of you both to allow me to share in finding comfort in the familiar."
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Hélène blinked in surprise at Iori's little speech to Etienne. Never mind that he had just enthusiastically agreed to adding this elven man to their private party- she was rather glad the priest had so easily been brought around to the idea- but she did not believe, for even one second, that Iori-Henri knew how to go about ravaging anything or anyone. This was going to be more interesting than she thought.

"I suppose I shall carry you there, Henri, and then leave you two alone, oui?" she teased. He was clearly drunk and without her arm-in-arm assistance, she was sure he would not have been able to leave the casino on his own two feet.

She looked around appreciatively as they entered Etienne's rented suite in the Galinios Zoi apo i Theos. It had an elegance that was removed from the haphazard, chaotic beauty of their home city- at least, Jaedaxia as she knew it: tattered, tawdry, lush. Yet she appreciated the fine surroundings, drinking it in as she did all pleasant things. Hélène abandoned her priest to the other man and crossed the room, leaving her bagged lute upon one of the low divans. She accepted the glass of red wine with an inviting smile. At least one of the elf's guests knew what they had come here for, she thought as she watched the amethyst creature toy with that poor priest again.

Hélène took her glass to the wide, open windows. Truly, the loveliness of these islands was lost upon their miserable inhabitants. She turned back to the room, leaning against the windowsill with an amused expression playing across her face, which was flushed from the wine and walking. She was a tall woman, strong and sunkissed from months spent upon the open seas, with a lion's attitude that was at once languid and aggressive, and a lion's mane of long, dark curly hair.

"I 'ave made Jaedaxians of many," she laughed, her head tilting towards the elf's hand. She had been very interested in the prospect of discovering what priests wore beneath their holy robes, but even if Iori-Henri were not so obliging, the darkening was not a total loss. Hélène looked over Etienne's shoulder to see whether the priest seemed on the verge of running back to the street.
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