The look given was one of careful consideration; there was a silence while she bowed her head and brought the braids forward to begin the pattern with a purpose, one that her people, if any ever appeared, would recognize as to who and what she was. It was not the purpose; it was an ancient weave and the way her fingers moved bespoke of a lifetime of braiding its ritual.

She heard the information you gave her and, without speaking, looked up from the thick strands, taking note as you caught and lifted your slave

I look forward to it REDWOLF

She spoke the truth, the room was closing in, and it took all her inner strength and then some to keep from begging at the door to see the sky.

A glance to the bota,

Thank you

The words given with a multiple meaning she would continue to braid while seated upon the floor staring at the gown making a pattern of folds and whirls upon the chain.

The grip in her mane brings out a soft moan as like she weighed nothing she was heaved over his shoulder ,her view from here was askew and her mane dropped down and swished as he moved.

Corpo Plaza
IRIDIA… appeared mortified.
And in the same heartbeat, she took a moment to appreciate that they didn't drag Perry in with them to do the turn-in, because she overheard the part where he had an interest in keeping his identities separate, to use anonymity as a shield.

…it worked for her, too, and it was far less viable now if they were unofficially known to The Guild in a capacity she was not prepared for.

…still…

Rather than linger on ceremony, IRIDIA pivoted to the weapons check at the foot of the elevator, retrieving her gear with a solemn dusk to her features.

"Take a beat — I know this is a personal thing, but if you need help with logistics and data, helping you even find this asshole…"

Well, she some means.

... as our birthdays approach ...

ok, so just one more … but this really is the last one. basically the same personnel as the first RO song i posted, but he added a pretty impressive trio of backup singers here
~s~
Roy Orbison / Dream Baby

I note your delicate wrist , the wounds that were treated with the potent healing salve only a Hand ago is completely head , without even the show of scars to prove that you were even hurt .. Its then that I mumble softly , low words that could barely be heard, even in this small room.."It was never my intentions to hurt you.." .. Then my eyes seem to focus again and I take a long pull from the paga .. The show in my eyes seem to relax at the warm soothing , numbing , liquid ..

When you stand , step around then plop back down I grin..

.."We make sure to keep stock of some of the most expensive concoctions , injections and salves in Holding such as this .. I am glad , as we are leaving tomorrow night after you and I have a good meal at the Inn here in town .."

Standing again , I grip my slave by the hair , tugging her up and tossing her over my right shoulder like a sack of suls, turning to leave..

"See woman ? .. Be good and you get rewarded.. Drink the water more slowly , not like a starving urt in a canal.

I like your hair that way.."

..Ducking through the door, I kick it shut .. Theres a pause and then a Raider locks it

Out

Leaving the bota upon the floor djinn returned to her Masters side,a sweep of tongue across her lips as she settles

thank you timbre

InVeigle has started a new game with the following players:
InVeigle

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Happy Birthday!

Corpo Plaza
He doesn't say anything with regard to Haven. Not yet.

His only reaction to the word Richter is a slight narrowing of his eyes. And a slight smirk when Kendo confirms, yes, Richter had no reason to go after him anymore. Meaning Echo could get the drop on him now. That revenge plan was still in play.

Echo pockets the Favor Cards in his jacket.

"Look at that IRIDIA..." As Kendo starts talking to what he assumes is the man's boss..."someone kissing ass without lips."

Okay, now they can go. Out the office door. To the elevator. And once they reach the bottom floor and the doors open...

A standing ovation. Dozens of bounty hunters assembled to congratulate them. Some are smiling. Some look envious. Others cheer and pump their fists.

Echo pauses to take a half bow before making his way through the crowd to reclaim his weapons at the security desk.

"Yes, Haven will be happy with that." The delayed answer was finally spoken. "Richter, probably less so." Especially since Echo is still going to kill him.

The motion with a hand indicates to place the bota down on the floor within reach, her eyes gave but a courtesy glance to the pale slave before looking beyond to where he propped in the corner

looking in

grins

Dark eyes glance up to you ever so briefly, it only takes that to see what many can never see,nor will ever see.

Nothing makes sense but in this reality it makes perfect sense and djinn never waivers in her service to you.

A soft hand stroking you brow as the moments of sleep you do catch are filled with unspoken terrors,your constant searching for something but it's never found ,many nights accompanying you under moonlight in silence seeking out what continually eludes you but djinn never shows fear at your anger only devotion.

After the paga is released from her small hand she moves to the Mistress with the bota of salty water held out ,still keeping away from the chain not wishing to become entangled in it.