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MrPoopyButtHole · **06-13-2014, 02:36 PM**

Pyralis kept his soft smile and kept his eyes locked on the girl. The smell was...interesting. But the bard had been through the worse. Lived in a cage for years, cramped quarters on top of other people who all ate and went to the bathroom in the same place. The girl was unkempt, messy, gave away signs when she shouldn't but still...she had potential.Â

Pyralis was no fan to being controlled or told what to do. He would notÂ be a slave to anyone again. This was a dangerous game and whoever was involved was sure to be deadly. As the girl squeezed his forearm, she could possibly see for a brief moment not desire or lust behind his eyes, but compassion.

He steeled himself and went back to his smirk, "But of course girl."Â

He would sigh and say playfully to her, "The things I do for love."

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 02:41 PM**

Zhi released his forearm and stepped back. Her grin was lopsided. "I'll take ye t'see Thatcher so she knows what's what. After that, I'd have ye make real nice wi' one o'Jaded's clerks. I need more information on a man what's workin' wi' Tabart, Luther. Doxies an' those what work wi' 'em are used t'charm, but I'm thinkin' mebbe ye'll find a way."

She looked him up and down, offered up another leer. The anger was still there.

"First though, yer too . . ." she gestured at him, her expression going positively lascivious. "We'll need t'see ye better dressed, first."

Impatience. Curiosity.

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-13-2014, 02:59 PM**

Pyralis kept his eyes on the girl examining her and chuckled. He examined himself up and down before looking back to the girl, "Here I thought I was dressed for success girl."

He would tilt his head at her in curiosity and sigh, "I am in your hands my lady...do what you must. Just try not to fall in love with what you see."

Somehow though, he couldn't help but hear a voice screaming in the back of his head that this was all a very bad idea.

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 03:06 PM**

"Wrong part o' town," Zhi said. "Can't have one o' Tabart's boys seein' ye meet up wi' Thatcher, nohow."

She studied him, the flirtation and leering abruptly cut off. She stepped closer, but this time she was all business. She reached up, measuring his height against hers. She stepped back, looked at his shoulders hard, and then without warning she'd attempt to put her hands at his waist.

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-13-2014, 03:27 PM**

The bard stood at 6 fulms and peered down at the tiny miqo'te. As she placed her hands on his waist she could feel two small daggers on the side which merely caused him to smile.

He would chuckle and say halfheartedly, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink before you have your way with me dear?"

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 03:38 PM**

"Said I'd deliver, not woo ye," was her muttered reply. She didn't look up at him, but one of her ears twitched in some dark amusement. Her hands slid down to his hips -- and she'd sneak in a pinch before she released him and crouched, inspecting his feet. She laid her palm flat against the ground next to the left foot, then sideways. She grunted, stood, and rolled her shoulders. "Stay here while I fetch ye better clothes."

She was smiling still, but something ephemeral had left it. The hyper-focus she'd had on him had vanished, her thoughts turned elsewhere. There was a sudden energy to her, coiled tight but present in the way she moved. She took a step sideways, then two. "Won't take me long."

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-13-2014, 04:32 PM**

Pyralis flinched ever so slightly at the pinch but kept his eyes on the miqo'te. More spring to her step, sudden burst of energy.Â

Keep focused on this one Pyralis, she may have a dagger already pressed to your artery and you can't even see it.Â

The bard smiled at her and put a hand to his forehead as she left. He would speak in playful tone, "Oh ever do so hurry. I do not know if my weak heart can handle you being away for so long."

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 04:59 PM**

She had him.

For now.

Zhi put her hands to the stone and shucked her shoes, then started up the stone wall rather than ducking back through the tunnel. Halfway up, she found the platform she was looking for (another remnant of construction) and disappeared from sight.

Then she was running, using street, wall and rooftop where necessary. She avoided hotspots and jack patrols. By then, the sun was mostly sunk on the horizon. Shadows were multiplying. The moon was out, if faint, waiting to take control of the sky away from Azeyma's grasping claws. Good riddance.

Her breathing was heavy when she dropped down in front of Keto'to of the Gutter. He'd taken to calling himself Guttersnipe for a long while, though Zhi never used it. He was old, older than any other miqo'te man she'd ever seen, and that (along with other things) had earned him her respect. Of all the ragpickers and fences in the city, he was one of the select few who operated solely at night. He was the only person Zhi knew who hated the sun more than she did. They'd formed some sort of bond over insulting Azeyma, though it was as tenuous a connection as any of her other relationships.

"Zhio," he said, not at all surprised at her sudden appearance.

For such an old man, his senses were razor sharp.

"On a job," she said, baring her teeth at him.

He grunted. "Ain't open yet."

"I'll pay double. I'm in a hurry, an' I ain't got th' patience t'deal with th'Swine."

He sighed, long and loud, one hand retreating to his lower back to press against it. He stooped a little, reproach in his eyes. She rolled hers. "Elezen male, taller'n me by 'round a fulm. Shoulders, waist, hips, feet. Aye, an' a hat."

She held her hands approximate distances apart for each measurement. Keto'to watched her, sighed again, and started picking through the clothing.

So they dealt, back and forth, but when she left with a worn satchel at her hip only five or so minutes had passed. He could be stodgy, but he rarely turned away the promise of extra coin. Few of them streetside did.

She returned to Targaryen in a little more than half a bell's time. There was an air of wariness about her, no matter the bright smile she showed to him. It was hard to swallow down the snarky comment she wanted to say to him, but she did. "Still wi' me, hey?"

It was dark by then. She wondered if he could see her. She held out the satchel to him. "Here. Change."

Inside were worn, though serviceable, shirt and pants, sandals with a hole in one, and a rather nice cap. The shirt would be too big, the pants just a hair too short on his legs, but the sandals would fit, as would the cap.

Zhi stared at him expectantly.

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-15-2014, 10:40 PM**

The light was almost gone. It was fine to have some disadvantages but when the odds started becoming too much it was time to start planning ahead. He relied heavily on his sound now. When the girl came back he suppressed the urge to withdraw his dagger. After all the stench was unmistakably her.

He grabbed the satchel and rummaged around in it....clothes. Well, hopefully she couldn't see too well in the dark either. He began undressing without hesitation or shame in front of her. Exposing his body that had whipped, flayed in places, burned, and scarred by his tormented past. He hope she enjoyed the show.

Zhavi · **06-24-2014, 02:34 AM**

Zhi's night-sight had always been good. She watched Targaryen without much expression, though there was a small smirk that rounded her lips as soon as she saw his lack of bashfulness. She certainly didn't show the slightest sign of embarrassment when he started to strip; she folded her arms and shifted her weight to first one leg and then the other, and got her money's worth.

"Thatcher's girls and boys'd like ye, I reckon," she said once he was mostly dressed. Her voice was deadpan, but there was some humor around her eyes -- if he could see it. "Ready t'meet th'boss?"

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-24-2014, 12:17 PM**

Pyralis snorted at the miqo'te's comment and finished putting on all the clothes she gave him. He examined himself in the little light he had and could tell the outfit was absolutely horrible.

"Afraid I only sought the company of the girls."

He would narrow his eyes and nod at the woman.

"I'm ready to meet the bad ol boss lass. Lead the way."

Zhavi · **06-24-2014, 02:29 PM**

"So?" Moonlight caught the glimmer of teeth. "Lads got eyes same as lasses."

The bard was more interesting than their usual fare, she was sure. Whether or not actual bedding was involved. . . . Her flippancy showed in the flick of her tail, the cocky set of her shoulders as she turned back towards darkness.

This time, she revealed the lamp she'd kept hidden their first go through. Perhaps it was a test he'd passed, perhaps she'd her fill of teasing him -- for the moment: she got it lit and shaded it so the light it gave off was low and pointed towards the ground. It was enough to avoid stumbling about in the tunnel, though she somehow figured Targaryen to be the type to somehow avoid such pitfalls. Perhaps she'd test that theory later, when she wasn't so pressed for time. She eyed him thoughtfully, light catching on the underside of her chin and throwing her face into ghastly shadows. There was mischief lurking in the skin around her eyes, in the twitchiness of her fingers. Still watching him, she pulled out the correct linkshell and spoke into it.

"Boss? Got a live one. Y'there?"

TheBlob · **06-25-2014, 07:57 AM**

Andralyn was laughing as she answered the call, the hum of life behind her jovial and drunk.

"Ah Miss Zhavi," she cooed, "regale me with your tales of fishing."

There was a swat, a laugh, and a chair being pulled out, "What can I do for you?"

A door creaked open and shut, quieting down the ambient noise.

MrPoopyButtHole · **06-25-2014, 04:20 PM**

Pyralis followed the Miqo'te although he couldn't suppressÂ thefeeling that deep down inside, this was not one of his greatest ideas. The woman had a clear advantage in the dark and for all he knew she might be leading him to a grand trap. What if she was with -them-?Â

Timeto test the girl out a bit. He was about to speak when she pulled out a linkshell and spoke.Â

When she was done heâ€™d say slyly and playfully, â€œSoâ€¦whileyou wait for this â€“boss- to replyâ€¦why not share a kiss or two? I promise not to bite â€“too- hard.â€

That mischief around those eyes, the twitching, the watchfulgaze. He knew the response but if he could just get her close enoughâ€¦

Zhavi · **06-25-2014, 04:29 PM**

"Talk o'doxies got ye ready t'go, eh?" Zhi snorted, and spoke into the pearl. "I've one o' yer ol' . . .clients. Bard. Hyur. He's willin' t' get friendly wi' one o' Jaded's clerks. Ye got time t'meet wi' him, take his measure?"

Voice amused, she spoke next to Targaryen. She was staring at him, a shadow of the prior anger visible in the tightness of her lips. "I ain't one o' Thatcher's doxies, if yer needin' rememberin'."

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