"You murdered her in cold blood," The feminine voices whispers. Sharpened black nails trickle Oscare's dark toned shoulders, the sleeves of her fur coat brushing along the shoulders as well.
"What do you want, Avera?" Oscare grunts out, trying so hard not to kick her ass right about now. But he knew his consequences if he did.Â
He remains quiet as the woman continues to speak. "You know very well what I want, Oscare." Avera snickers, one of her nails moving ever so slightly up to the back of Oscare's ear. "You killed her upon my request, to get that certain object that belongs to me. I want it back."
"I've no idea what you're on about."
"I think you do." Avera's tone becomes more malicious with every passing word. Raising a hand and snapping her fingers once, the highlander woman falls silent. Within just a few seconds, another dark toned, masculine highlander man came to Avera's side. "-- Ah, yes, Escsire." Avera's tone suddenly becomes pleasing and satisfied.
Escsire's blue eyes fall upon Avera. "-- Yes, my lady?" Escsire grins, looking at Oscare, who was still facing away. "Do I get to face against my favorite man again?" Escsire followed up immediately, not allowing Avera to respond to his earlier question. To that, Avera smiles.Â
"Mmmmn. Not to face him. No, not at all. I just need something from him." Avera snickers once more. Escsire doesn't even respond to that, walking over to Oscare and cuffing Oscare's wrist with a tight grip. Oscare nearly falls over if it weren't for Escsire's tug to get him back up. The swordsman leans in on Oscare, whispering lightly in his ears.Â
Whatever it was said, it got Oscare panicky. Worried. "Okay, okay! I'll give it back... just, get Escsire off of me." Oscare sounds desperate. Succeeding in his task, Escsire back off from Oscare, who rolled out a satchel in Avera's general direction. Oscare falls backwards, holding his head.Â
"Looks like the hunter isn't so fearless as he claims," Escsire taunts as Avera leaves with the satchel in her hands, very clearly pleased with the outcome of his confrontation. The room becomes completely dead silent when she does exit, leaving a helpless Oscare on the ground and a devious Escsire behind. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you know I do it out of love." Escsire teases, doubling over and laughing harder than any human should. "Ah, yeah right. I look foward to our next meeting."Â
With that, Escsire leaves as well.
"What do you want, Avera?" Oscare grunts out, trying so hard not to kick her ass right about now. But he knew his consequences if he did.Â
He remains quiet as the woman continues to speak. "You know very well what I want, Oscare." Avera snickers, one of her nails moving ever so slightly up to the back of Oscare's ear. "You killed her upon my request, to get that certain object that belongs to me. I want it back."
"I've no idea what you're on about."
"I think you do." Avera's tone becomes more malicious with every passing word. Raising a hand and snapping her fingers once, the highlander woman falls silent. Within just a few seconds, another dark toned, masculine highlander man came to Avera's side. "-- Ah, yes, Escsire." Avera's tone suddenly becomes pleasing and satisfied.
Escsire's blue eyes fall upon Avera. "-- Yes, my lady?" Escsire grins, looking at Oscare, who was still facing away. "Do I get to face against my favorite man again?" Escsire followed up immediately, not allowing Avera to respond to his earlier question. To that, Avera smiles.Â
"Mmmmn. Not to face him. No, not at all. I just need something from him." Avera snickers once more. Escsire doesn't even respond to that, walking over to Oscare and cuffing Oscare's wrist with a tight grip. Oscare nearly falls over if it weren't for Escsire's tug to get him back up. The swordsman leans in on Oscare, whispering lightly in his ears.Â
Whatever it was said, it got Oscare panicky. Worried. "Okay, okay! I'll give it back... just, get Escsire off of me." Oscare sounds desperate. Succeeding in his task, Escsire back off from Oscare, who rolled out a satchel in Avera's general direction. Oscare falls backwards, holding his head.Â
"Looks like the hunter isn't so fearless as he claims," Escsire taunts as Avera leaves with the satchel in her hands, very clearly pleased with the outcome of his confrontation. The room becomes completely dead silent when she does exit, leaving a helpless Oscare on the ground and a devious Escsire behind. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you know I do it out of love." Escsire teases, doubling over and laughing harder than any human should. "Ah, yeah right. I look foward to our next meeting."Â
With that, Escsire leaves as well.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
