Crimson winds (Izanami, closed)

[Xavim]

Timestamp: To be filled in by Izanami

The scent of blood was in the air some would say as the sun was no where to be seen due to the moon was ruling the skies. The city was filled with war and most of the time people would think it would be safe due to the guards but sadly that was not the case after people went to sleep.

The docks were one of the places that was an iffy place, night time workers were normally always there but guards were in short supply due to the ports was not one of the areas being attacked, the law was always upheld in most peoples eyes and never thought much of crime as people were being killed daily.

But crime did live in the city and a main source was the ports due to shipping of products. The people who helped kept there mouths shut and pockets filled to help there families alive.

[Izanami]

3rd of Immanis
the Season of Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XV Post Fractum

Izanami strolled, not because she was enjoying her night but because she did not wish to draw attention. She worn a thick old cloak, and her long hair was piled in a large cloth hat. She even wore a sweater with her breeches and boots this night. Iza didn’t like being away from the Tavern, or the rest of the city, mostly because she was told to be careful. Another was being separated from the net of safety she had woven for herself.

Soft foot steps, but with purpose, and false confidence as the woman walked, she did not allow the misgivings or fear show in her walk, her face or her eyes. Worse came to worse she had her fists, and her dagger. This had been what she wanted, what she signed up to do. But as the woman neared the specified location why did she have the souring in the pit of her stomach.

Still she pressed on, she was not the all smiling, all flirtatious, affectionate working girl, she was Izanami, and living that role, the woman allowed quiet confidence to wrap around her form like any other woolen blanket as she forged ahead and waited for her contact.

[Xavim]

One did not simply walk into the docks at night...ans soon she would understand that as two young men made there way out of the shadows to her, another walking behind her cutting off any route of simply leaving without a chase. They were roughly fifteen give or take as they made a few noises to her almost cat calls.

Each of them wore barely any clothing, just pants and open jackets along with shoes, the person on the right in front of her had short black hair with an dagger in his right hand, the one on the left had an lighter shade almost brown with no weapon in sight, the one behind had an large needle and had grey almost white hair.

"My my the gods bless us greatly I dare say, look who came to join us boys." The black hair man said as they stopped roughly ten feet from her, the one behind her stopped a bit closer only leaving eight feet of space, none of the workers past them really stopped to see what was going on just went along loading and unloading the ships.

[Izanami]

Iza stopped as her paths were cut off. The catcalls she could take but it was the quiet shifting and growing numbers that made her soft eyes harden. Her eyes swept the line, before her but she only glanced back out of the corner of her soft colored eyes, before looking back at the man with his dagger, who spoke before her. Her feet lightened although her body relaxed, knives and numbers weren’t going to make this fight fair, and truth be told she take her chances with the icy waters than that lot.

“Sorry ducky, Boss sent me out on an errand, and I won’t be having him say his girl is late. Head over to the R and L, and have them put a bit of drink my tab, take in the sights, I hear the girls there are always nice.” Her voice was flat, there was no anger or annoyance, but it did not purr or hold suggestion like it normally would, just a tad apologetic with a business like brisk to it.

The dancer was ready to move, to break and run, she would take her chance with the group that separated her from the waters if need to, she was sober, she could pick her battles, and this was really not one she would pick. The first sound, sign, thought of someone coming closer from behind her and she would run, but for now, she did not make eye contact with those before her, Izanami looked at ones forehead, their neck, their chest, the ground.

[Xavim]

"One should know there place child..." An voice said from behind her as an needle was shoved in the side of her neck. "Acebutolol in short my dear it shuts down most of your body but the organs you need.." He said before the sharp pain soon was gone as Izanami fell to the ground with an hard thud.

The one that was behind her was different then the other two it seemed in more ways then one, one being he showed great speed and stealth skills to make it behind her without her seeing it.

"Stop your laughing and blind fold her, the drug wont last that long and if she was telling the truth the boss will be mad." He said in a thick voice as an blindfold was placed upon her.

An endless night...

Being dragged and pushed around was one thing but being drugged and the same things going on was another story as she found herself in a chair, facing an large fat bald man with an pipe in his mouth, his clothing was made out of an purple silk suit with shined up black boots. The man that was behind her was there as well watching from the far wall, just two chairs, she was in one the large man was in the other facing her just four feet away, two torches kept the small stone room lit and the man was by the only door.

"I see you met Crimson, and o by the way your late." The large man said as he took an puff off the pipe blowing the smoke around her. "Got a job for you, simple thing really just hold on to a few items for us and not to let the guards catch you, the pay is 200 crowns if you can do it."

[Izanami]

Iza was sure she made a sound; surely she did at the sudden pain in her neck and the voice so close. Scurvy son of a biscuit eating dog snuck up on her. Her body collapsed and try as she might she could not will it to rise again, could not will it to even crawl she was terrified. No poison worked so swift surely, that man had did something, done something very wrong.

It was infuriating; she couldn’t even ask what in the ever loving god’s names he’d done to her. "Stop you’re laughing and blindfold her, the drug wont last that long and if she was telling the truth the boss will be mad.”

That in itself was a relief even with the blindfold and being jostled about like a sack of wheat, after the fear of ever being able to use her body again, a woman did have to worry about her virtue. And with that hurdle past, she simply fumed. A good old fashion hit in the head suited her find any old day.

When she could see again and her limbs tingled with returning feeling she was sitting in a chair before a man in rather nice clothes, odd color, and a not very attractive figure, but her face should nothing more but the blinking to the sudden light and clearing her vision to focus on the one before her. A small stone room, two torches, two chairs, her, the fat guy, Boss no doubt, and the guy that stuck her guarding the door. Cozy.

Izanamis’ lips quirked at the late comment, but she listened, the woman was a good listener, she nodded her head, clearing her throat softly before her voice purring and soft replied. “I can.”

[Xavim]

The "boss" just smiled as he handed her three packets that were an dark green shade inside. "Don't ask, don't tell got it. You are to give it to an person who will be in the Rum and Lace in roughly three brightenings they will wear a red ring on there left index finger, don't say anything or do anything other then leave it for them and move on, if you do everything right you will get your payment got it." He said as he waved her off.

"Crimson will be with you until you are done, don't want you to steal it and all."

After that last line he just walked away from her patting the man on the back laughing to himself, the man called crimson was roughly her size but the air around him was so much different as if one could tell there was an age that was far past simple words.

She would have to hold on to the intoxication's for awhile it would seem and still keep her normally life, what was the green stuff and what would it do one had to think even if it was a small thought unheard in the sea of other loud thoughts.

[Izanami]

Iza took the packets, her hands closed around the small packages. In three brightening she would pass them off to a person wearing something bright red one their left index finger. At the mention of Crimson staying with her, the woman blinked, she had been assigned a babysitter? It was almost insulting, but with a curious glance at the green filled packets, Izanami rolled the three into one roll and with some shifting beneath her cloak and shift pressed the rolled cylinder between the globes of her breasts until she could not feel them even with the tip of her fingertip.

It was a temporary solution, but a trust worthy one, the lass was none to place her tips and even make change from the stash artfully tucked among her flesh, and never have something fall or flutter away from that location.

With that issue dealt with Izanami stood up and looked at the man called Crimson, a studying curiosity. “Blindfolds again?”

[Xavim]

He just looked at her, he stood about her size, his face clearly seen now, his grey white hair fell just at his lower neck the bangs behind the pointed ears. He was an young looking medonian elf, his skin a human tone tan almost. His eyes a clear blue a few scars lined along his fingers and hands as he stood there in black thick pants, green tunic with a black coat that was open.

"Do you really think you have what it takes to be here, you did not even fight when you met the low life's just going to be one of them all your life?" He said, his voice so clear so soothing yet held a burning passion of distaste towards her. She was weak in his eyes and was just food or a shield in combat and life.

[Izanami]

Such a pretty one, and he was indeed, and a lovely voice, soothing and disgusted at once, she would have to pay attention and perhaps practice that tone to make one all her own. But his words had truth and it was not as if she was going to deny it.

“I did not fight because it probably would not have done much, but cause me a quiet a bit more pain, with me being sober to take it. I think I prefer the being stabbed in the neck with a needle.. ten men and little me? This time it went well, yes it was fortunate it was you and your bunch rather than some other random lot looking for a good time. I’ve been here a month, and been playing it up as a bit of fluff, this life requires new skills are, I’ve noticed. Thanks.

So where exactly are you staying for the next few brightening, Crimson?”

[Xavim]

Crimson just looked at her with a pity look almost as he went to the door. "You don't really need me around. I will be back around you when you are done." He said as he left the room."

No he would not really be with her, he did not listen to there boss as he just saw him as to weak of a person and he did not listen to weaker people then him. And for now she was weak so he would not watch her, if she could not handle a simple task like this then she was not worth the time.

When she would leave she would find herself around the docks and the main warehouses that kept stock of the items being taken in by ship and ready to leave port. The moon was overhead slowly going down before the sun would take over the skies.

[Izanami]

8th of Immanis
the Season of Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XV Post Fractum

Iza snorted, but she stayed there a few moments and waited, she simply did not want to be leaving on the heels of that man. The both of them were as arrogant as sin, although only one had the looks to match it. After a few moments of tapping her foot the woman left the way the others had. Just a few brightening, she’d pass off her package and come collect her due. Her coffers weren’t going to build themselves, and that bit of fluff work at the tavern barely kept her afloat, but she made due.

Back on the docks, the baijani woman walked back to fall into the warmth of her bed. She would have to get a bit more skill, the elf was right, she wasn’t going to be a lowlife, being patted, stroked, groped all her days, or taking whatever that elf and his cronies dished to her. Izanami had aspirations, even with this life, she had plans. So she was low, low on the totem pole, luck can change.
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It was the third brightening since that first meeting; just candle mark before darkening set in and still Izanami had yet to spy her mark, and was growing just a little agitated although she hid it beautifully. She told patrons' her name was Roxanna, and walked with a sway of hips and lingering hands. Her eyes would raise lazily as the door would open, watching all those who entered before slowly drifting over to purr a greeting and ask if there was anything she could provide, all the while taking in appearences and glancing at their left hand for the mark of red on the index before Izanami would swish away again.

[Xavim]

After awhile the door opened once more, a young man walking in the room, his clothing was made out of a fine silk, his eyes a light jade, skin was a soft tan and overall human, on his right hand was a red ring.

He took a seat near the door before one of the other girls came by and soon brought a clear drink as he paid her a rather large tip, he seemed to be rather rich or just liked tipping greatly.

[Izanami]

Izanamis’ soft lips curved as she saw the other girl leave; there was a prime target; fine clothes, good tips, human, an easy mark really. With a walk that sent her skirts swishing around her thighs with each step. Iza approached the lavishly dressed stranger; her smile even lit a few watts when she first spotted the red ring.

“Anything else I can get for you?” The Baijani woman leaned forward, her voice purring it was more for better look at the human rather than giving him the same chance of the front and the back. The woman sighed; he didn’t appear to be the one as the woman took a better look at the strangers’ hand. It was the wrong one. While it was a bit of a disappointment, Iznami smiled still. It was still a chance to earn a bit more money than the lass had at the moment.

“Just getting into town?”

[Xavim]

He just looked at her, his hands slowly taping the table as if he was in a hurry. His eyes slowly blinking as she talked to him. His body had the smell of a rich honey scent.

As he looked at her he flashed her a smile, "Well hello there, yes you can say that. I come here from time to time always buying and such sometimes selling. Love this place, always friendly people you know." He said as the taping kept up.

"No I am just waiting for someone but it would seem they are late, o well I can't say much as I am running a bit late just hope I was not to late you know."