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grabs a bourbon on ice, Rangers outplayed and eliminated

wincing

*Smiles as the nose ring is put in place...now, only one last thing to do before she becomes a Tuchuk slave*

Rehearsals
"I mean the way I see it, it's worth it because what else are we doing here? I don't mean this rehearsal hall but just on this Earth, right? We're social creatures, fumbling through society is what we do. Like neither of you are doing this for money, like sure you gotta pay the people and the venue and your bills and your lifestyle, but you get what I mean…" and that's a form of actualization Holly missed, like a glance to your face and especially to the recent memory of them working through this segment of the play, how you're activated when they were working…

…it was the kind of creative collaboration she missed from school, that you were temporarily moved out of any concerns about you, though she interpreted it as worry about the success of the play rather than anything to do with your identity or any brewing uncertainty with Elodie.

"…it's worth it to explore and make mistakes and learn, because I can't think of a more important thing," she continued. If only you knew of the glut of profit-motivated atrocities she convinced herself that she was capable of pursuing, where money was a goal and not a means, and the ancillary effects of debauchery and bloodshed were accepted byproducts. That this fledgling actress was doing something similar in how she played the part of innocent-yet-ambitious, precocious business-girl.

"Like they're just so tragic but a core part of what makes Alice Alice…" and while she wanted to relate to her character, her parents were far different, and… well she might have gone in on that but she sensed that you felt you were over-reaching. Said so directly, even, so she pulled back with a cant to her head, a thoughtful gaze to peer into the warp of your sea-glass eyes.

"…how many partners have you had before Elodie?" she'll speak the most personal one right off the bat, as a measure of just how personal you were comfortable with, right now.

nice

Yes, here indeed! What better place to make a home for myself than here with the Tuchuk? The skies are open, the plains are vast and your men and woman both are strong, capable and fearless.

If permitted, yes I could steer my bosk someplace else, peddle the same wares and trinkets to faces new and old but that would just be more of the same. No home, no family, no friends, no roots.

I realize that I will never be as skilled as many of the women here but, perhaps, as I learn I will be able to pass along some of my knowledge and skill.

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
"Thank you Te'Sirian I hope so as well, but the truth is I am a little nervous as thats the place of my birth, and I do not know if that ones kids and their families are still around."

She lets go a nervous breath

watching as the leather worker joins the little group. I rise and move behind the girl and places My hand on her shoulders.

The leather worker then tilts her head back and gauges her nostril. Then with a swift move inserts the needle in the right nostril pressing it till it comes through the left side. With deaf hands and long practice the tiny nose ring through the hole and closes it. dabs the girls face to collect any blood then stands

She watched in silence - which wasn't usual.

But here?
Why now?
Your bosk you could steer
I'm sure you know how

So the question remains
Why the Plains?

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
Xavier's gaze met Te'Sirian's, his expression a mix of remorse and understanding as he absorbed his uncle's words. Given the gravity of the situation, he knew that Te'Sirian's reaction was warranted.

"Uncle Te'Sirian, I... I understand your concern,"

Xavier began, his voice weighted with regret.

"But you have to understand, it wasn't a decision I had any control over. The Black's actions... they were his own. He asked me nothing, and had he I could have maybe done something to keep his presence from not...what the hell you were there you know all this... when he first showed up...."

He trailed off, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he grappled with the complexity. a heavy sigh that moved into a heavy growl

you will much better with the nose ring in place sei
*Said with a smile in My voice*

hearing Oyun )( speak to you I don't respond till you answer her

Her head turned to listen as you questioned her. Then without a bit of hesitation she answered

I am lonely. I have seen and heard many things and met so many people. The one thing I do not have is a family, a home and people with whom I can connect with.

she hears the Commander speak to her of placing a ring in her nose, between her nauseated stomach and now thoughts of a piercing, she can't speak other than to nod in acknowledging what He's said to her

looking back

All the sounds assualt her eyes,the roar of the beast the noises from below deck as turmoil ensues around the ship...
The Monster hears the beasts below so it lunges upon the deck what little cargo that was left upon the deck was now the treasure of the Thassa..
Once the rope was cut that bound us together the mast was sought out wrapping my legs around the base and locking my arms as tight as one could eyes were locked upon you as you climb up on the last surviving crate spear in hand you leap across to the beasts back....
Everything playing out in slow motion as you thrust the spear into the hideous hooded eye ...the beast lurches upwards with a guttural screech thrusting about as your huge body rotates through the air somersault ing till you crash to the deck ,the momentum so forceful you don't cease rolling till your right beside her small body and panic sets in as she screams Master as she untangles her limbs from the mast pole and reaches for you....

Her green eyes lift from the fire flickering before her and she nods slowly

Too many to speak of Commander. It is nice though, to sit here among you. Even if I were alone it wouldn't feel quite so lonely.

Soooo, you want to join the camp? Why?
*Obsidian eyes look You over, slowly, from head to toe. I was always leary of strangers, especially pretty women. They often made the best spies as most wouldn't even considered them to be smart and knowledgeable.

Oh yeah...and I was usually very direct*