Enjoying the moment as it happens.

~he knew you were here, and would wait until, the free had finished there convo's~

Gang Territory
Keeping score.

It won't bring anybody back, but even Hideo can't help it. He's got a running tally of casualties in his head. The Claws deaths are marked by funerals or gifts he's sent when he can't get there himself. The Mox deaths? Just dead whores. Part of him knows, knows that they're having their own funerals and keeping their own score and that's what is keeping this going.

The Mox won't stop until they were made to. Deprive the enemy of their capacity to fight, he'd said.

Survive, the old man had said, while swearing in the same breath that he'd die to see the Mox destroyed.

Hideo wonders what it would take to bring down Lizzie's bar. It could be done. Hell, they could probably rig up a truck with explosives and just wire-drive it right into the front of the building. the bar's fortified, but that doesn't make it a fortress.

Could they kill all the whores as they jumped out, though? Could they deal with the other bars? The netrunners? Would that really destroy the Mox's capacity to fight?

spots the slave from My wagon approaching with a bota over her arm

here wench!

"Tal Commander, As wily as ever I see"

~chuckles, flashing a wily grin back to you~

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
Xavier furrowed his brow, his expression troubled as he pondered his uncle's inquiries. Concern for his father gnawed at him, exacerbated by the unsettling silence that seemed to shroud Silven since their mother's passing.

"Uncle Te'Sirian,"

he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and contemplation,

"I wish I could offer some reassurance about Father. However, it's been a while since I've heard from him. Ever since Mother's passing, he's been... distant. Withdrawn, almost. It's as though he's closed himself off from the world."

As he spoke, Xavier's thoughts drifted to the enigmatic woman who had entered his father's life not long after his mother's death. It seemed like Silven had moved on, yet there lingered an air of unresolved grief, as if he hadn't fully come to terms with the loss.

"I've tried reaching out, but he hasn't responded. It's unlike him. While he's always been a man of few words, this silence feels different, unnerving even,"

Xavier explained, his grip tightening on Teagan's hand for support.

"I can't help but wonder about the woman he's been with. It's like he's moved on, but at the same time, it's as if he's stuck in the past. I'll keep trying to reach out to him, hoping he just needs time to come to terms with everything."

taking a moment for you to absorb all that, "but on another note you will guess who showed up when we had the blessing of Braiden done ... You remember that black...yeah.... he was there...in the castle ..."

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
(Ha...think I have had to much to drink already cause that last post was for Te'Sirian not you)

She is so glad we came here not because it is so beautiful here, but we really needed to see and catch up with the family that is here, and it seems to be doing you and Te'Sirian a world of good.

She heard the mention of Vampires but has chosen not to say anything about it yet, she does not want to spoil this moment it almost seems magical.

She saw that reassuring smile on your face you were good at doing that for her. She chuckles as you tease Te'Sirian

"What about you Love?"

Cobwebs be damned, Trudging in

Hey Bruce

"It's all in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Giggles.

letting My eyes adjust to the flickering light of the dancing flames from the fire

Tal Kliimus,

~finishing my tea...rising up to booted feet and easing on out to finish my room~

you tooo

Later Couch1. Stay outta trouble

~then hearing you greet, I wondered if you might of been related to my girl larl, aptly named ~

"Tal Naomi"

~By the looks, a long night spoke upon her , prehaps the bellowing of the bosks not yet atuned to seeking sleep, a slight grin arouse to my face, I then hear of a wager or two about the men of the camp~

The chatter was increasing, signals to slaves that Men and single FW were gathering in the Ubar's area.

Grabbing two botas, she slid her arms through the straps, lifting till they sat upon her shoulders with the botas hugging her sides.

Descending the steps, she was careful that the sloshing of the paga within the skins didn't throw her off balance.

The House
Nods

Got it.

Night Jillster

Midway Night
The new line of "Insurance" I was working now had e hopping which is sad, but I was cashing in on a lot of policies and these were ones I was happy to help with, but tonight it's just you , me and a gang of tickets to go through.
I can't believe we have been married a little over a year now, you have brought so much into my life.
I leaned in and stole a kiss from your lips before nodding.
Okay so what does my baby girl want?
He asked as they started to walk along through the area where the vendors were selling fried foods, corn on a stick, those spiral sliced potatoes.
So much to look at and the smells were making my stomach rumble.

finally making My way to one of the main cooking fires. I nods to those that are already present as I find a fur and drop down sitting crossed legged

she took the steps down and hurried back to the fire...noting the number of people round it to equal many...she smiled to all as she slipped into her Masters lap...a soft wiggle of her bum and slipped the sling from her arm...holding the bota for Him to take...she leaned in for a kiss...offering that slave nibble to His chin before whispering softly

"Master Your paga...larl hopes its to Your liking and her wiggle a pleasurable experience."