Nakmarr Party: Making Yourself at Home

[Arako]

Everyone has arrived and the gates are closed. There are a few more moments spent of several of the guests mingling. Some just stand back and watch. Tris who is never around this early in the party now stands at Arako's side. The crystal table that had been in the center of the room is removed and Arako stands near the center. Some guests have been here before and know what is about to happen. Some will be seeing the magical manor at work for the first time. Some like the sirens probably won't understand how rare the magic is, but then Arako doesn't know how much time any of them have spent this side the surface of the water. “Welcome everyone. So glad you can all make it and that you did so before the gates closed.” A few giggles and happy murmurs spread through the room and then die back down to a softer chatter again. “Let's get you all settled so you can make yourselves at home. As a reminder to those who have been here before the basement is mostly off limits. You may come and go from the other three floors as you please.” And on cue the stairs start to lower themselves. There is a very large ringed opening in the ceiling of the great hall. A ring of crystal had occupied it's inner circle, but now that crystal is lowering itself to reveal floating steps. These do not have an opening on the second floor and go all the way up to the third. There are two sets of steps to try and avoid traffic jams. One set starts on the north and ends on the south at the top, and the other is the other way around, creating a spiral of crystal. The crystal steps touch nothing, making them truly floating, though they do not bob and will not give underfoot, but remain steady and firm as if solidly attached to the building. A little crystal railing lines the inside of the steps all the way so no one can fall off, or stumble off as easily when drunk.

“If you'd make your way upstairs, you'll find we have hung wooden plagues with your names on them on the doors to your rooms. Feel free to remove those plaques and keep them for yourselves, or leave them so others will be able to find you later.” He smiles slyly and winks to Amaya. There again are several laughs and chattering from guests who have been here or have heard rumors of what happens here. Guests will often frequent the rooms of other guests. It's best to leave the plaques up so others will know who you are, or who you're not.


"Now please. Make yourselves at home."

[Princess Ayden]

As they started up the stairs lark could not help but cast a watchful gaze to those about her. Wondering if one of these people next to her, or close by could be the assailant. Oh how her thoughts where racing. She had the right mind to pick a bone with that Oss fello. Making her worry the way she was. She would drive herself mad trying to figure it out, and she would drive Ayden insane as well. She sighed as she climbed the stairs taking in all that Arako had to say. She thought about having a wander about thought that she could better use that time. A smirk upon her face at the thought of practicing her skills.

Ayden on the other hand was itching to go and wander about. She looked to those behind them. Making eyes at some young man as he climbed the stairs that she had just climbed. She smiled, winked and turned to Lark. "Oh this place is full of prospects." She said, giddy with delight. She would go to the room, fresh up and prehaps seek Tris out. She knew her way around this place. what better person to have as a guide.

[Kels]

This is the third floor so you can see how big it it and where the hole leading down is. My map maker doesn't have images to help show the crystal steps, so you'll have to pretend they're there. That would be where those private baths are in the rooms in the lower left, they now don't have their own bathes, the other stairs are there.



1. Bath
2. Bath
3. Hilda's Reps (didn't make it)
4. Rhade Dupree
5. Nick and Lola
6. Siren Princesses
7. Oss and Thrall
8. (originally was Ambrose, now changing it to a griffon and rider) Haven't picked the pair yet.
9. The Thulaks
10. Teshylo, Fylla, and Mouver (reps from the Mage Council plus duelist bodyguard)
11. Shin and Amaya
12. Captain Ambross and Lady Ramina
13. Felix and Imari (private privy, but no bath)
14. Croudimai
15. Draylen Faemlo
16. Ambassador Leon Vryce and Troy
17. (mistake, not it's own room)
18. Lord Jashen
19. Drazio
20. Ezra
21. Reitori
22. Arako
23. Trishae
24. Coulalt
25. Central Stairs

[Coulult]

At the top of the steps a male elf with blue hair waited for Lark and her sister. Everyone had been discreetly lead up certain staircases without even realizing it so everyone who went up with Lark and Ayden were going to be heading the same direction as well. They come out on the south side of the stairwell and into a very large hall that seems larger than it needs to be. Some taverns would fit in the hallway alone. It's about six to seven times wide as Ayden is tall, and just as long. There are three large columns on either side of the hallway, one can image to hold up the roof because how else would such a large and heavy roof be supported without walls? The ceiling directly over the stairwell is domed glass. Dusk has fallen but true dark has not yet set in, if one looks up they'll see specks of stars here and there, but not all are out yet. Most won't think about it, but the city lights around the manor do not affect the starlight seen through the dome, nor will anyone see any griffons fly overhead.

The elf with the blue hair leads smiles politely at everyone and ushers them forward so others behind them can get up the stairs as well. As everyone breaks the surface of the stairwell, or at least is close to it, Coulult (That's his name) beings to talk. He backs up down the hall and the guests being to follow. The hall breaks into two smaller hallways on the east and west, but even these halls are almost twice as wide as Ayden is tall. Coul gestures toward a door to his left that can just be seen from the large hall they are in. “Lord Jashen, this is you.” He then motions to the door behind himself with both hands and speaks loudly so all may hear him. “The door behind me is the servant stair. Please ensure your servants only use this staircase. And as a reminder the second floor is restricted.” The servants will mostly be on the second floor and most people of worth don't want to share their stairwell anyway, so he's not sure why a big deal is made out of it.

Jashen's door opens and his man servant holds the door open for his lord. Jashen makes his way over to it and will soon disappear inside.

“This door,” Coulult continues gesturing toward the door to the east and walking toward it a bit, “is the shared bath. There are privies and bathtubs for those of you who lack these things in your rooms.” He suddenly winces a bit and gives an apologetic look. He just realized he has the group with the least private baths among themselves. “Actually most of you do not have bathes. I'd go down the list, but for the sake of those that don't, I'll let you discover yourself who has what. But for our sirens,” he looks over at Lark, Ayden, Oss, and his thrall. “Your water is enchanted to stay clean, feel free to use it as you would the ocean.” He realizes after he says it, that it may sound odd, they don't yet know they have pools for swimming and sleeping and whatever other needs they may have. Each of their rooms also has a bed for fun, pleasure, and thralls.

They pass the next door without Coulult telling anyone to go inside. There is a name on the door, but it wouldn't be anyone Lark or Ayden met. Those people didn't make it in the gates before dusk. The hall they are in continues down to a door that leads outisde and there is one more room door down the little hall. “Loren Dupree, you are here.” Coulult motions to the boy that Ayden had winked and and then toward the door down this little hallway.

Coulult also motions toward the door at the end of the hall, “There are four balconies on this floor, feel free to use them for whatever pleasures you will.” he smiles slyly and normally there may be murmurers or laughter, but he's got the group of people who've never been to this party before and don't know how wild it actually can get.

[Nykolas]

Nick doesn't like the mention of the shared bath. What kind of manor house doesn't have a private bath and privy for every room? He just knows his luck is such that he'll end up with neither in his and will have to share this one and every time he's in there, Trishea will walk in and gawk or something. Lola looks at him funny to which he had leaned in and told her he didn't share well. She'd chuckled lightly, but didn't comment. Lola had been looking at that door leading to the servant stairs. She wants to know what's on the second floor now, Nick just knows it. She's going to be getting them into trouble. He almost wishes he hadn't come. He's here to keep an eye on the ambassador and make sure she stays safe, but Lola is too damn curious for her own good. He'll have to go with her when she starts digging. He'll try to talk her out of it, but in truth he wants to know what's so restricted about the second floor too.

When they get to the part about the balcony Nick can't help but make a comment, “What? You mean like stargazing?”

[Trishea Lirya]

“That's what I'm doing.” Trishea's voice suddenly chimes in from behind them. She has moved in close to Nick and is staring up at him. He didn't seem to notice she was there and she was pretty sure it was because there was a crowd and that she wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him again as easily. She doesn't know for sure he's a star, but how many Keloshians are there of his height, with his hair color, skin tone, and those glowing light jade eyes? She looks over at Ayden and if she catches her gaze, she'll wink playfully and then stare back up at Nick as if starstruck.

[Ambassador Lark]

The climb to their rooms seemed as though it was taking far too long. Lark grew impatient. Her hands tapping against her thigh as they climbed. her head tilting to the side as she listened to the blue haired man continue to explain what was what in the manor. She just wanted her room. she wanted to see Myri. she had something to discuss with her. Also, she wished to see if every thing was alright. Myri was in much the same boat as Lark and Ayden were, but in a worst state because she was a servant.
But not just any simple servant. Myri was Lark's personal bodyguard. Well bodyguard in a sense that she knew how to hald herself. Lark saw to it that Myri was proper trained, most servants in Te'Lis could defend themselves to a degree. Lark just took Myir's training a few extra steps.

~Perhaps a spar.~ she thought as the man continue to explain their room assignments.

Once at their door Lark wanted to break free of the group and just disappear inside. But she knew that would be seen as rude, and Lark was hardly the sort to take upon herself to be rude.


Meanwhile Ayden was busy looking from one person to the next. Take note of what room held which person. ~Loren....Loren Dupree...~ She comit his name to memory. He had winked and smiled back. WAs he interested? A leap of joy came over her. This place was getting better all the time.

It was at this time that she gained Tris' gaze, or had Tris gained her's. She smiled, but shook her head. She did not wish to trouble NIck any more then they had. But she wanted to have fun, much like Tris. So she changed her mind, and nodded. She didn't wish to see Tris get further in trouble with the man. He did not seem like the kind of person someone would trife with. He looked......dangerous.

Ayden smiled, the thought seemed more and more enticing. Perhaps she woudl join Tris in learning more about the Keloshian. It couldn't hurt.

[Nykolas]

Nick doesn’t have much patience and Trishea is wearing what little he has pretty thin. He'd leave, but the gates are closed and he'd have to show off his magic to rip through them, which would reveal to Lola he hasn't been straight up with her about everything. He's sure she's figuring that out now of course with the way Arako and Trishea. He frowns down at her and turns toward her, suddenly making it clear how much he towers over her. Of course he doesn't think anything of it, he towers over most people. Lola grabs his arm however and pulls him away from Trishea while giving him a warning look. She leans in and whispers for him not to take their bait and do anything foolish. He lets Lola pulls him away, but remains glaring at Trishea.

About this time Coulult had moved down the hall a little bit, “Lola Grimm and guest.” He smiles nervously over at the pair, but Lola smiles and nods her thanks as she pulls Nick over toward the door. Coulult continues down the hall, walking backwards. After everyone has passed them, Lola will open the door to her room and enter. She has no servant with her to come open her door and stand outside it like Jashen did. She also knows better than to ask Nick to do it for her. He doesn't understand chivalry because Keloshian women are not weak and thus not treated weaker. Sometimes he'll do things like open her door for her anyway, but he does it as a friend or because it's convenient and trusts that she might do the same for him.

About four and a half meters down the hall (15ft) Coulult puts his hand on another door on his left and everyone else's right. “Princesses of Tel'is.” Their room is very large with a full sized normal bedroom on one side complete with a queen sized bed, and on the other side is a large pool for swimming or whatever else they may need it for and inside that pool are two shell shaped beds for sleeping. The floor is made of small blue iridescent titles, made out of large shells. There is also a huge mosaic of a sea turtle in the center of the bedroom side of the suit. Most things are colors straight from the oceans.

[Ambassador Lark]

Lark had come to a complete stop allowing the others to continue on down the hall. Her amethyst gaze turned in the direction of the stairwell that the servants were to use. She hoped that Myia was well. She could only hope that she was being treated well. She thought that it would be unwise for anyone to mistreat any servant of a guest. But then they were in strange territory here. Arako was a rather strange individual. With one hand upon the handle of the door she called softly out to Ayden. Who at the moment was too busy giggling with Trish. An aggravate sigh escaped her lips as she pushed down upon the handle until a click was heard. The door gave way and she was given access. She could wait a moment before calling to Ayden once more.

Ayden was busy giggling as Trish continued her task at making Nick feel uncomfortable, which seemed to be working like a charm. She turned to Lark only to straighten her form and stop her giggling at once. She knew that look. When Lark was serious irritated her gaze hardens. Ayden quickly whispered to Trish that she had to go for now, but she would seek her out later. Upon that being said Ayden made her way to lark’s side. Who stepped back so that Ayden could enter the room before her. Ayden glanced down the hall and smiled at the crowd as it carried on down the hall.

Once within the room Lark took time to look about the room. Awhile Ayden moved toward the bed. Strange the way people are in this world, or so was her thought. She tilted her head to the side as she started to undo the laces to her gown. She paused for a moment and crouched at the side of the bed. “Are these humans so accustom to such ways?”

Lark had been busy scanning the room for any type of disturbance. Their trunks had been brought up and unpacked, thanks to Myia. She was certain that she had done a sweep of the room. But lark just wanted to make sure. “What ways?”

“Living as they do?” Ayden continued, slowly extending her hand to the bed. “One would think that humans would have evolved to not having the need to be pampered as such. Look at this bed. It has several layers. Are they bodies serious that fragile?”

Lark could not help but chuckle. “They simple like things as such, Ayden. They are a complex sort, but never under estimated them.”

“Why is that?” Ayden asked, looking up from her crouch position. Her pale gaze locked upon Lark.

“They can simply be a tricky lot. Now, could you check the pool? Make sure there is the right amount of sea salts within.”

“Really lark, I like they would know how to make the pool pleasing to the Princess of Te’lis.” Ayden sighed as she stood. “I will do as you ask, so you can avoid telling me any more about these people.” She headed for the adjacent room, knowing she would be able to get her answers from Trish or perhaps Arako if need be.

“Thank you Ayden.” Lark told her as she continued her scan of the room.

[Trishea Lirya]

Trishea smiles when Lola has to pull Nick away from her. She may like him even better angry. Maybe he'll toss her against a wall or something fun. She is still smiling when Ayden whispers about finding her later and she motions to the door across the hall from Ayden's room to indicate that Ayden will be able to find her in there. Just to be sure she touches her chest quickly and points to the door again while her hand is still on her chest to show that it's her room. The doors aren't right across the hall from each other, but Tris' is a bit further down than Ayden's. Trishea doesn't move toward it or walk the rest of the way with Ayden, but remains standing near Nick outside the door to his room. Or is standing at the door anyway, Nick and Lola disappeared inside while Tris was motioning toward Ayden. She looks at the closed door and then over to Arako. She raises her eyebrows quickly and lowers them again, feeling a little mischievous.

[Nykolas]

Nick follows Lola into the room. It's not long before he comes right back out again. He sees that Arako had come up behind them all now and is standing near Tris. “There's only one bed in here.”

Lola reappears at the door and seems a little offended that Nick is so refusing to sleep next to her. She's also a little understanding as she has already realized how shy and modest Nick is.

[Arako]

“And no bath either.” Arako responds with only a hint of a smile. His tone is accommodating, but his words and suggestions that come next aren't really that helpful. Well, not to Nick. Arako means them every bit. “I have both. You are welcome to use mine.” He motions down the hall. “Last door on the left.”

[Coulult]

Coualt continues to lead the rest of the guests down the hall, but there are not many of them left by this time. The other 'siren' and 'her thrall' among them, as well as a pair of centaurs and a tall broad man with wild blonde hair. The blonde mans sighed when the princess of Tel'is were announced and had glanced back over his shoulder at Arako, but Arako had not been looking his way. He seems to be a little uneasy being down the same hall as the sirens. He is dressed like a pirate.

Coualt motions to the next door on their right as they pass it. By now they've noticed no one is being told to go in the doors on their left, but those doors still have names on them. The first on the left was Coualt, then Trishea, then Arako. Most of them won't think about it, but those inside rooms have no windows, thus no light unless they have windows in the ceiling like the large glass dome over the stairs in the center of the manor house.

Coualt makes his way to the end of the hall, walking backwards still and never once stumblingly or loosing his footing in doing so. He is a pixelf, a race that was born when land elves and sirens started mating and then the children all banded together to make a new home for themselves and became their own race. Like the sirens in their ancestry, pixelves are adapt at music magic. And like the elves in their ancestry, they have a great deal of grace and agility on land.

He motions first to the little hall that turns down on his left, which is every else's right. “Captain Ambrose.” Then he motions over his shoulder down the other side. “The Thulaks” Which by now anyone still out in the hallway can guess is the surname to the centaurs. Either that or some strange centaur title that they may not know about.

[Ambassador Lark]

Lark had been busy with unpacking their things, along with Myri’s help. She listened as Myri told her about the manor and the strangeness of these events. Lark listened and calmed Myri’s spirits of concern with a pet on the shoulder. “There is little that we can do now Myri, just be calm and be cautious.” Upon that note, Lark’s gaze meet Myri with a most serious gaze. Myri nodded her understanding, bowing her head and seeing to a small case that had been packed secretly away. She would glance to Ayden, who was now milling by the door again, playing with the handle.

Lark took out a few of their gowns. Wondering if what they had brought would be well received. Sure Arako’s people went through their trucks. So she figured that what was left was up to par. She sighed as she went about her task of helping Myri. The odd glace to Ayden, she hoped her sister would enjoy herself here. But then she hoped that it would prove disappointing, therefore Ayden would not wish to visit the land again. But Lark knew that to be a lie. The very same had happened to her. Her first visit her mother had Myri try her best to make it a terrible ordeal. But Lark came back in love with the high cliffs, with the smell of the wood come morning, when the dew sat upon the leaves of every tree. The way the sunlight cast its brilliant shades of oranges and red across the blue sky. It was breathtaking, or so Lark believed. Now it was Ayden’s turn. Only thing was Ayden was likely to fall in love with something else then the scenery.

[Princess Ayden]

Ayden stood by the door. She was curious about the other folk here in the manor. She could not wait for the festivities to start later on that evening. It was all so exciting, or so she felt. She could not help by think that Lark’s mind was elsewhere. Was there something that her sister was not telling her? She was being rather cautious, a little too cautious, even for Lark. Something was a miss. Ayden’s gaze traveled back to where Lark and Myri stood talking. She studied them for a time; all the while her fingers turned the handle. The door gave way just enough for Ayden to peek outside and along the hall. The others were finally reaching their doors. She saw Tris still following along with Lord Arako and a few others that she had not taken notice of, for staring at Loren Dupree.

It was the blond man that suddenly gained her attention. Slowly her pale eyes gazed over the man’s form, of what she could see. Then to his face. His hair was wildly out of sorts, but his face, she could not see his face, just a cheek when he turned. She waited to see if he would look in her direction, lingering just long enough to see….if he looked.

[Drazio]

The second group of guests on the third floor do not get the charming and charismatic pixelf guide. They get the silent and permanently grumpy looking dark elf. His skin and hair are both dark and his ears seem a little longer than most elves. In places where light is lacking the other senses tend to get stronger, and the hearing of a netherelf is no exception. Unlike the other nether races, they are not native to the Netherworld, but to this plane. He turns his back to his path and faces the group much like Coulalt does on the other side of the manor. Drazio and his group come up on the north side of the building where the others are across the large open circle to the south. Given the distance there is no issue in talking over each other. Drazio doesn't pause much as he walks. He points first to the room that is on his left and everyone else's right. He waves at it as he passes and in a mostly unamused voice - but one that suggests he is actually trying to be friendly- he says, “Trehylo, Fylla, and Mouver.”



He then continues down the hall, backwards, without pausing to see if anyone is listening. In fact as soon as he is no longer in eye shot of Coulalt anymore, he turns his back to the crowd and walks forward. The names are on the plagues by the doors, he doesn't see the point in telling them what the plaques say. They can read, none are that drunk yet. He waves to the door now on his right, “Amaya and Shikiro Shirai” Drazio doesn't use titles for anyone, none of them are his lords or ladies. Here they are just other people to him.



He turns the corner and waves at the other door that was down the little dead end, now to his right and a bit behind him, "Ambross and Ramina." He doesn't look back to see if anyone is looking. If they're not sure what he said they should listen or learn to read. As he passes the first set of double doors he waves toward the one on his right and ignores the one on his left. She's not here and knows where her room is. ”Felix.” They were not warned ahead of time that Imari was the plus one, so only Felix has his name on the door.



Drazio continues to ignore the room on the inside and only points to the ones guests are in. The other three are staff, including his at the end. They pass Reitori's fist and then one with the name Ezra on it. He stops between the set of double doors at the end



”Dralyen.” He says as he passes the last of the set of double doors. He doesn't bother pointing out his own.



They get to the next turn in the hallways, one way leads to another little dead end with doors that open onto a balcony. He points down the direction toward the dead end first. “Leon and Troy.” He continues with his lack of titles or formalities. Then he points to the last door on the tour. “Jashen. And don't be late tonight.” He actually then smiles just a little toward Jashen.

[Amaya]

Following along with the crowd, Amaya waited patiently to see where their room was. The fact that there were plaques on each door seemed to amuse her. Ah well, it would serve to make it all the easier for her to find their host later. And all the easier for her brother to find his own quarry. Glancing at Shin from the corner of her eye, Amaya smiled knowingly to herself. She could already sense the wheels in his head turning. Calculating the best way to take down his 'prey'. The sudden mental image of Shin assuming drake form and tackling Nick sent her into a fit of giggles.



Her brother turned a questioning look down at her, a brow arching just slightly in question. Shaking her head once, she wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes and looked forward as their names were called. Nodding once, she walked to their door and waited for Shin to open it. Giving her brother a nod, she smiled once at the dark elf. "Thank you, youngling." Turning, she stepped into the room and headed for her trunk to inspect the contents.

[Shinkiro]

The moment that they were informed of the plaques with their names, Shin thought of removing it. The next, he considered the advantage of being able to locate Nick more easily. Good conversation would never go awry. Especially with such an interesting person in the mix. His lips began to curve into a smile when he heard his sister begin to giggle. Ah hells, now what? He looked down at her, feeling vaguely uneasy. His sister's mirth tended to almost always come at someone else's expense. Usually his.



Heaving a sigh as she waved away his concern, he instead focused on the dark elf, looking toward their room as it was pointed out. Without asking, he walked over to open the door for Amaya, allowing her inside. Closing it behind her, he stationed himself just outside to give her a few moments of privacy. Knowing Amaya, she would want to change into different attire before mingling once more with the other guests. Crossing his arms, Shin leaned back against the stone and watched the remaining guests as they were shown to their rooms.

[Kels]

Teshylo and Fylla enter their rooms after a brief pause to see what others are going to do. They are both dressed very much as you'd expect a mage to be and are the representations from the mage council at the party. The male was muttering something about Drazio prouncing his name wrong. Drazio doesn't stop to respond, nor does he seem to care. It is about that time the netherelf turns his back to them all and walks forward. Mouvev was about to follow her mages into the room but she sees Shin stop and stand outside his door. She decides to copy the motion and stands outside her mages' door as well. She crosses her greenish arms over her barely covered -yet armored- chest and watches Shin with a stern look as if trying to out bodyguard him.

[Ramina]

Ramina doesn't seem at all bothered by Drazio's personality or lack of people skills. She's been to one or two of these before and he's always there. He has a private card game later that she intends to buy her way into. There will be other games, cards and otherwise throughout the party, but Drazio's game that first night is highly anticipated by all the best gamblers in the city. Some of them will even buy an invitation if they don't get one. ”Excellent. I need to slip into something a bit older.”

[Captain Ambrose]

Ambross chuckles as he follows Ramina into their room, ”I'll watch.” He pauses and looks over at Shin on his way through the door. ”You're welcome to join us.” He waits with a friendly and inviting smile, the door still partly open. He seems every bit confident that Shin should want to join them and watch Ramina magically transfer herself into a woman and then get dressed.

[Leon]

Disrespectful whelp. Leon's eyes narrowed briefly on the dark elf, contemplating the idea of arranging an 'accident' with one of his little test subjects. Perhaps Spectre. The broken one might enjoy the chance to indulge his bloodlust. After a long moment of fondly imagining just what his pet assassin would do to Drazio, he turned for his door. He'd almost no desire whatsoever to mingle with the other guests, and frankly, he couldn't care less about any of them, save scoping out his competition. He waved a manicured hand negligently. "Entertain yourself as you will, Troy."

[Troy]

An expression of boredom on his face, the younger blond shot an apathetic glance toward his father. "I fully intend to, Father." Without another word, Troy turned on his heel and proceeded to walk toward the nearest balcony. First things first, he needed to smoke. After that.. Well, there was little telling where he would end up after that. He smirked briefly to himself as he pulled a battered pack of cigarettes from a pocket. Placing it between his lips, he ignited the end with a minor fire spell and inhaled deeply.


Leaning his hip against the balcony railing, he pondered the situation. This was the first time his father had brought him along to this event. Normally it was his mother who attended with Leon. His eyes narrowed as he exhaled a cloud of silver smoke. It couldn't be because his father knew about what he was doing. No, if that were the case, he was certain that he'd already be dead. So what game was he playing?

[Jezika]

A little gnome woman is on the balcony already when Troy steps out. She stands silent to the side, leaning against the manor, but breaks her silence when he lights up. ”Bum one of those?” As an afterthought she thinks to smile a little as if bring friendly or polite, but it as obviously forced as it is short. She seems a little bored and annoyed.

[Shinkiro]

The movement from the green-skinned woman drew Shin's attention. Mismatched eyes turned to her in a flat, predatory sort of stare as his pupils constricted. A thin smile crossed his face, amusement clear to read in his expression. Thinking she could out-bodyguard him wouldn't work well in her favor.



Blinking, his head turned to allow him to look at Ambross, a brow slowly lifting at the invitation. "I.. appreciate the invitation." No, he didn't. He really didn't. "But I fear she is far too young for me." Which was true enough. Even if she were really an old woman trapped in a child's body, she was still much too young for his tastes.

[Troy]

Exhaling another cloud of smoke, Troy looked down at the smaller woman. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he reached into his inner pocket for the pack and removed one, offering it over to her wordlessly. All in all, he seemed less than inclined toward conversation and more interested in his smoking. "As you like." Replacing the pack, he went back to staring over the balcony, blowing a set of smoke rings almost absently.

[Felix]

Felix and Imari stood at the door labeled with his name. By now, the group had moved along, and it was just them. "Well, see you later, Imari." Felix said, opening the door and stepping in. He stood just inside the room for a moment, looking around, when suddenly he heard the door close. He jumped a bit and whipped around. "Uh, what are you doing?"

[Jezika]

Jezika smiles a small, amlost-not-there little grin of gratitude as she takes the fag from him. She reaches into a pocket with one hand while the other puts the fag to her lips and holds it there. She pulls out a small cylinder about the width of a pen and just a little shorter. She holds it up to the fag, touching thier ends together. "Light," she mutters and the little device proves to be a miniature fire rod. The end of the rod against the cig glows warm and she inhales deep a couple of times to help the cigarette light. She puts the rod away and takes a few puffs before leaning back against the wall again.

She looks back over at Troy. "You're okay, Kid. But something has to be done about your old man." She removes the fag and exhales a deep cloud of smoke that takes the form of a dagger. It drips a single little smoke drop from its tip before dissipating.

[Troy]

Troy had been content to simply smoke in silence, his pale brown eyes turned up toward the sky. But the gnome's words sent tension radiating through his body. How much does she know? Shifting, he looked down at her, his expression still set in lines of vague apathy. Thank the powers that be for all those years of acting, at the least. It would allow him to make it through the conversation without his expression betraying him. Still, his thoughts raced as he considered the implications of her statement.


Slowly, he took another long draw from his cigarette before expelling the smoke gently. "You wouldn't be the first to express that sentiment." That seemed the safest response until he learned more of what she was on about. After all, his father had many enemies in various areas. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that she meant one of those. But he also wasn't fool enough to assume. That was a good way to end up with a knife in the back. No, best to figure out just what she meant and who she was working for. Even if he did agree whole-heartedly with the sentiment.

[Imari]

"I'm closing the door to our room." Imari answered, and gave him that same chirpy smile. "I'm your plus one, after all." She said, walking past him further into the room. She turned back, looking at him over her shoulder. "Problem? It's not like you haven't seen me take it all off before, Felix." She said.