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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 21:52:06 GMT -5
(LAWL. XD Let's just keep the roleplay in this thread.)
Ashemir held his hand up, chains clinking, to block the sunlight from his eyes, while avoiding the reflected light from the bright cobblestone road. He much preferred the darkness of the mountain... After enough time to get used to it, he lowered his arm and glanced back to Draven. "I don't care," he said shortly, quickly picking a direction east just to appease the other vampire. "What's your name, anyway?" Funny how /who/ he was actually talking to seemed to be less of an issue lately....
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 21:57:40 GMT -5
Draven walked after Ashemir just listening to the sounds of Issilt around him. He liked the fast paced cobbled roads, the smells of everything around him. Strange that a vampire would even enjoy the sunlight as much as he did. He prefered sleeping at night and being out for all hours of the day. Today was no exception. He gazed over at Ashemir as the other vampire requested his name. Had either of them even exchanged names? After their quiet spat (they had both been avoiding exposure, he was sure), he couldn't remember if he'd gotten a name either. "Draven Hunter," he finally answered, cocking his head to the side as they walked. "You?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -5
"Ashemir Draemis," he replied, voice just as blank as the moment he first spoke to Draven. And he was getting down to business, currently expressing no interest in the things around them: "As for the meeting, you know which way to Tiaelde, don't you? The meeting is in the mountains." Draven looked like a traveler, so even if he hadn't been there before, travelers tended to have a good innate sense of direction.
But labyrinths were another issue altogether. "... Have you ever been in the mountains?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 22:12:08 GMT -5
Draven noted that Ashemir had become more business-like. He cleared his mind of everything around him as well, deciding he might as well pay attention. So much for having fun; it had been so easy to get Ashemir going that he had been enjoying himself. Forcing back his smile, he kept an even, emotionless face as he turned to watch where he was going, listening as Ashemir told him where to go. "Tiaelde," he muttered, sounding somewhat irritated. "I haven't been there for some time." He glanced at the other vampire from the corner of one of his bronze eyes. "I've been in the mountains a couple times," he answered, sounding confident. He couldn't help but let a small smile appear. He had to say something he knew would more than likely set off the other man just like in the tavern. "Why, are you worried about me?" he asked, raising a brow as he laughed softly.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 22:26:20 GMT -5
Ashemirs didn't have fun, and they didn't take well to playful banter. The blonde glanced a glare at Draven. "No, I just wouldn't put it past your intelligence to get hopelessly lost," he answered sharply. Was he worried about him... he should slap the other for that. Clearly they shouldn't be talking business right now, if the gruff-looking vampire wasn't going to be serious.
"What exactly is it that you do, anyway?" Ashemir glanced at Draven's cloak, remembering the clatters under it. "Unless you're just compensating."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 22:33:31 GMT -5
Draven chuckled. So easy! The thought made him want to burst out laughing right then and there. But he kept himself composed and took Ashemir's glare in stride. He seemed to be entertained by the entire situation. AND he was getting the information he needed. He knew he shouldn't be acting this way; he was usually much more refined with himself. But Ashemir was amusing and Draven couldn't help but smile the entire time they walked. Business or not, he was intelligent even if it wasn't currently showing. He thought about ignoring Ashemir's question, just to see what would happen, but decided against it. "I am a bodyguard or mercenary for hire," he answered, watching Ashemir for a moment, his bronze eyes glowing. "I am always prepared," he added, knowing that must have been what Ashemir meant by 'compensating'. "I have everything I need for my jobs on me at all times."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 22:45:49 GMT -5
Oh, Ashemir could have meant a few things by 'compensating'. Now a squiggle of a smile was on his face as he felt the tables turn, cool violet eyes meeting Draven's glowing bronze ones. "Oh really?" he asked, feigning interest and sounding much more cheeky than annoyed. "Then I'm assuming penetrating others is easy for you. Do you have adequate protection?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 22:51:47 GMT -5
Oh, so this was where he was going with his comment. Draven laughed; this conversation wasn't going to turn on him so easily. He hadn't expected Ashemir's comment but it was enough that he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Joking like this came rarely in his line of work. He stared right back at Ashemir's eyes, his smile taking a mischeivous glint. "Extremely easy," he answered halting so he could lean toward Ashemir. "And I always have protection. Would you like to find out?" Completely out of character but he had to see the reaction to his comment. He leaned away and crossed his arms again, staring to walk on, chuckling as he went. Of course, it was an empty offer but the chance just could not be passed up to throw something like that in Ashemir's face.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 23:04:15 GMT -5
Ashemir looked away when Draven laughed, hiding the fact that he was soundlessly chuckling. Only when he got all of his amusement out did he turn back to the conversation, only disappointed that Draven had caught on so soon. Normally such a blatant offer /would/ receive a slap across the face, but Ashemir was willing to accept the responsibility that he had set up the game.
And he was going to keep playing.
The blonde drifted close to Draven, pressing up against the man's side. With the clinking of chains, his slender hand trailed up the back of the other's black cloak, sliding over to pet his shoulder. "Certainly," he purred, leaning in closer to release a gentle puff of warm breath onto Draven's neck.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 23:21:44 GMT -5
Okay, way too close. Draven's body tensed and he glanced at Ashemir as the other man drew closer, watching his every movement carefully. And then there was no space between him and his body got even more tense, if it were possible. With a shudder, after a hand had trailed up his back and to his shoulder AND the other man had breathed against his neck, Draven dove away, whipping around. He stood some feet away now, his cloak pulled tight around him as if it were some sort of barrier. His eyes were wide and he didn't look like this was fun anymore. So much for that little game. He tried to calm himself, to regain the composure he'd had before, though the former relaxing jest was gone. Enough of this. He shook his head, his shoulders squared, his stance stiff as a board. He swallowed hard, trying to shake that single word Ashemir had said to him from his mind. "You, my friend, have won this round," he said, his voice strained to keep itself from cracking. "That was the most uncomfortable sensation I have experienced in quite some time." Finally, he was beginning to feel better after that episode. Shuddering again, he crossed his arms, this time much more tightly around his chest, and watched Ashemir with a raised brow, almost as if asking, Did you really have to go that far? The closeness hadn't really been the problem; no, it had been the acceptance of his own offer that had caused the backfire. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard again, relaxing almost enough to be where he'd been before. Though he kicked himself after the thought, he'd somewhat enjoyed the idea. If only Ashemir's feminine appearance were actually that of a female Ashemir. He shook his head, covering his face. What the hell is wrong with me?
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 23:36:31 GMT -5
Ashemir burst out laughing when Draven tore himself away, quickly moving his hand over his mouth to cover his fangs. It was a risky game, but one damn well worth it if you won. Plus, it got back at Draven for everything that the other vampire had said up until now. As far as Ashemir was concerned, now they were even.
"I'm insulted, sir! Are you calling me repulsive?" Ashemir asked, still smiling rather darkly, but he turned back forward, pushing his hair back where it had been displace during Draven's frantic scrambling. "Well, then. Is there anything else you need to know from me?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 27, 2010 9:14:26 GMT -5
Draven looked at Ashemir again. Finally, he was calmed enough to smile again. Arms still crossed he stepped closer, though ensured he could not be touched in any way by the other vampire. Aparently winning the game had been the other man's goal. And Draven would let him have his victory; that game had been just a little too much. Ashemir continued for a moment longer, he noticed, then continued with their business-like conversation. He shook his head, his bright eyes closing half-way. "Not repulsive," he muttered, before regaining his regular voice to answer the other, more important question. "If there is any more I need to know, you would be the one that would know I need to know it." He smiled, quietly sizing the other man up with a raised brow. "You could continue to walk with me," he continued, turning away from Ashemir to move on down the cobbled street. "The company is always nice, even if it is from one that seems to think playing that... game is fun." He was now, silently, hoping that none of the other people on the street had taken notice to his little outburst; that would be rather embarrassing.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 27, 2010 16:05:49 GMT -5
Ashemir even gauged how close Draven ended up standing next to him, feeling just a bit disappointed that the other vampire wasn't trusting any closer distance between them. The amount of power he felt over the situation was nearing a high. "That game, I'll have you know, was started the moment you propositioned me. Don't play with me if you can't handle anything more than smolders," Ashemir scoffed.
But the blonde continued walking with Draven anyway. "The leader of this meeting is a man named Seriah. His general is an older man by the name of Valmar. Apparently he likes to wear his armor everywhere, so identifying him won't be so difficult."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 27, 2010 16:47:11 GMT -5
"Sounds interesting," Draven said, walking slowly, evenly, his strides long. "I suppose I will have to find a way to talk to both of them. Maybe I can get more information, try to convince them otherwise..." He was thinking aloud, completely forgetting the fact that he was not only in public but that Ashemir was beside him. His smile was gone, his eyes dulled and distant as he continued to mumble things. He didn't halt until he nearly ran into a woman stepping away from one of the buildings, glaring after her in an irritated fashion that caused her to whimper and move away, quickly. He shook his head, raising the palm of his hand on his forehead and closing his eyes. Obviously, something had bothered him in that moment, something that had caushed him to look rather vulerable and unguarded. He shook his head again and his smile returned, his eyes turning to Ashemir. "It seems it is closer to hunting time than I expected," he said, softly, sighing as he turned his face up to the bright blue sky. "I hate this time of year..." He cocked his head in an odd way, his face still upturned as he looked at Ashemir again. "Join me? It would be easier to find prey if I had help."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 27, 2010 18:01:13 GMT -5
Ashemir glanced over at Draven, about to respond before he realized that the other was starting to go off on a mumbling tangent to himself. Alright, then. When the woman stepped out, the blonde stopped, and when it looked like Draven was off over the rainbow, he reached out for Draven's cloak with a warning of chains, but it was too late. Ashemir's arm quickly dropped, but the woman was intimidated away anyway, so he supposed it wasn't too much of a problem.
When Draven mentioned hunting, Ashemir quirked a brow. So soon? It was still bright as day. He was about to decline, seeing as hunting wasn't so hard, until he realized that hunting for himself wasn't so hard. The good thing about appearing feminine was that he could lure people into a false sense of security. Draven, on the other hand... well, he looked like the sort of person that you would check over your shoulder for when you decided to take that shortcut into the alley.
"Alright," Ashemir said, voice returned to its usual soft, blank tone. "You'll have to lead until there's a window of opportunity, however. I don't know this city well."
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