From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
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01-22-2020, 01:27 AM (This post was last modified: 01-22-2020, 01:36 AM by Merkesh.)
MERKESH
Sun was shining, sea breeze carrying the scent of the ocean and the heat caressed the people as they walked around in lighter clothing to not burn up during the LongHeat's sun rays. In this paradise he ALMOST wanted to call home he laid in a hammock tied between two tropical trees with a bottle of hard liquor dangling half hazardly between two fingers where his arm hanged off to the side. One bandana he had removed to place over his eyes to protect himself from the rays bursting through the leaves of the trees. His skinned was as always tanned but even more so now when longheat was well and alive and stuck out in a nice way next to the white fabric of his shirt. It was mostly unbuttoned since this was his alone time technically. His crew was "obtaining" some necessities for the open sea so he had a lot of time to just chill out.. for now.
He lifted the now almost empty, big bottle to his lips to drink of the heated liquor inside before his hand fell back down as he finished, squirting a bit of the beverage on his hand as the movement had been far from graceful or let's call it careful for the heck of it. This didn't bother him what so ever as he just let the bottle hang in that lose grip again as the alcohol slowly ran down his fingers to drop down into the sand beneath him. A small humming came from him where he laid which was a well known (locally) sea hymn. Sometime the hymn turned into some self-edited lyrics mostly containing alcoholic beverages considering he had already been drinking quite a lot by now. Life was jolly darn good ~
The pirate's life' for her...sort of. Only she was strictly told that she wasn't a pirate, but a smuggler, not that she really saw the difference. But whatever kept Captain Jack happy she supposed...
Having successfully made it back to shore, Eloise had to...check up on a few things. What those were she wouldn't say, but there was a twist of amusement on her lips as she navigated easily through the docks. Wearing little more than a bit of white cloth draped around her toned and sun-tanned skin, Eloise' dark gaze settled upon a man with a bandana around his forehead walking on the sand. Was he the man she was looking for?
With a brow raised, the petite illusionist made her way over, a hand raised to shield her eyes from the sands. "Sebastian?" She called towards Merkesh, obviously mistaking him for someone else.
Merkesh hummed away, feeling the sun heating him up immensely together with the fiery alcohol, making him feel all warm an fuzzy, just.. great to be completely honest. He did enjoy the sun and heat after all. As the female voice reached his ears calling him Sebastian he couldn't help but to snicker in amusement, probably to low for her to even catch. His foot dangled next to his arm holding that bottle and soon touched the sand underneath him to make the hammock sway a bit. Making it slowly sway from side to side. "Perhaps." He snickered where he laid but this time in a way that was completely audible. "If i am named Sebastian would that mean a full-body massage and a kiss? Cause then I'm defiantly named Sebastian ~ " He said without even looking at the woman who had asked him. The voice was enough to intrigue him and besides if she turned out to be hideous he was sure he was drunk enough to don't care.
Yes a full-body massage and some smooching wouldn't be the worst way to end this day after all. Besides her voice was lovely no matter how she looked. He raised the bottle to his lips again to empty it in a way that screamed he was a constant liquor drinker before it got thrown to the side as he sat up from his cozy hammock. He took off his temporary blindfold and tied it back on his wrist as the eyes got used to the bright light reflecting on the sand again. As his vision cleared up he looked at Eloise with a charming smile to notice her looks matched her voice perfectly. "Wow i have no regrets what so ever to open my eyes, this view is something else." He said as he looked at the woman coming towards him, almost wishing he was this Sebastian fellow right about now.
Raising a brow and folding her arms across her chest, the illusionist offered the man a disappointed look. "In your dreams." Eloise huffed with annoyance. She watched unhappily as the man tossed the bottle to the side. Piggish though he was, being an asshole didn't make him not Sebastian, and so despite how uncomfortable all of this was, she had to endure it a little while longer to be sure.
"How nice for you." One, Eloise might have accepted the compliment with flawless appreciation. She had been a duchess after all and to snub the men in her social circles would have meant social demise. Here, wherever the fuck that was, the illusionist cared very little for how she was seen. Diminutive in size and quite pretty, she was often assumed to be someone's trophy wife or worse still, just a pretty idiot. Lukcily though, Eloise was neither.
"How high do the birds fly around here?" She asked, the words having all the hallmarks of a code-phrase.
"Most likely" He said truthfully which perhaps wasn't what she wanted to hear but he really didn't care about it anyway. She looked great even when she huffed like a annoyed little kitten which was a feat not managed by many. He stood up and even with the amount of alcohol in his system he did not wobble around, though he was used to drinking after all. He stretched out his body after this visit in paradise he had gone through laying in the hammock and looked at her with a charming smile still lingering on his face. As she stated it was nice for him he couldn't help but to agree with a small snicker as he took a few step behind one of the trees to lift up his bag from the shade. A sound made it clear that he most likely had more then one extra bottle in there as the glass rubbed amongst another glass object. Also the sound of liquid was fairly noticeable to.
As the code came flying he just laughed a bit as he instantly recognized a code phrase as he heard it. He of course did not know this particular code itself but it was indeed a code none the less. Maybe he should just play along for a while? Did he have the time for that? Oh yes he did so why not have a little fun? "You really want an answer to your little code? The persuade me to give you one." Yes let's see how far this would go. Maybe it ended right here and now or maybe he managed to keep himself some company for a while. Let's see how the tide arrived.
Disgusting. Charming-smiles aside, if this man wasn't who she was after, Eloise had little need for him. There were more than enough handsome roguish men back on the Arc if that's what she was after, which she absolutely wasn't. The bag containing more bottles of gods only knew what (something undrinkable, probably) only made the former-duchess roll her eyes.
"That isn't how this works." Eloise pointed out with a brow unhappily raised. But then again, if this man wanted to play games...why, the illusionist could make time. She was sure this Sebastian-imposter would very soon come to regret his decision to toy with her.
"So...shall I try and force the password out of you then?" So saying, Eloise slunk forward with an almost feline grace. Merkesh was much taller than she, and so it was with big doe-eyes that she looked up at him, fingertips walking alluringly up his chest.
Yes Merkesh liked playing games, it was an amusing past time while waiting for the ship to be ready once again even though she was obviously not in the mood to go along with his craziness. Rolling eyes and raised eyebrow, ohh lordy she did not like this in the slightest. This was maybe the reason he wasn't really convinced as she suddenly prowled him like the foxy feline she was with doe eyes and fingers strutting about on his chest. One could say many things about Merkesh; thief, liar, self absorbed, joker and heck even menace but he however would never force himself upon an unwilling participant no matter how drunk he was. Sure he could joke around still but there was a limit.
He slowly raised his hand, playing along, to pull back a strain of her hair and fasten it behind her ear while he smiled warly towards her. Pretty women was indeed a weak-spot of his none the less. "Force is such a harsh term so.. how about a please? A pretty little please?" He said as he let his hand lower to softly stroke her top arm before leaving her alone, at least for now. He smelled of alcohol, which wasn't uncommon as he peered into her cute little doe eyes. What was she plotting really? He guess he was going to find out sooner rather then later.
A pretty little please? Oh, he had no idea what he was asking for.
Head tilted coquettishly to the side, it would suddenly appear as though Eloise was bathed in flames. Indeed the man would even think he felt the heat on his skin as the illusionist engulfed herself in flames, eyes turning pitch black. She smiled a horrific fanged grin, stepping forward with hands that were suddenly all bone and claw.
"That isn't the password. Now you'll have to pay the price." She snarled, wings of fire and horns sprouting from her head.
Merkesh smirked at the beautiful woman in front of him, half expecting a please to come his way to fill tat part of him that had a need (?) to be needed, well that wasn't perhaps true since all he really needed was some good booze and his ship. But lets pretend he needed the warm company of a beautiful woman from time to time. Well... this warm woman did suddenly turn a bit TO warm however. His smirk died out instantly as her pretty facade started to crumble away in front of his very eyes, turning her to a horrible beast of fire and claws with eyes as dark as the farthest reaches of the unforgiving seas. The heat was suddenly to intense for him as if he really felt the sizzling pain from the fire which instantly made him jump away from her, or well, the beast.
His hand grabbed a hold of his sharp sword to swiftly point it towards the nightmare that now existed on the beach before him. Smirk gone and eyes fierce as he with the help of his sword kept her away from himself. Either he was hallucinating from his strong booze or this was really happening, either way he felt no need to make sure, WAY to risky! He however didn't look all that scared, more determined to beat his new foe that had appeared before him, life as a pirate in Caido had made him see all sort of things and he really didn't even find time for fear. Fear could haunt his dreams later but had no place in his current situation.
"I liked you better looking like an angel, Keep away from me or i will have to see for myself if those claws withstands a sword." He said as he moved backwards with his sword raised, clearly "nopeing" out of this whole situation. "Sebastian sure is a magnet for you type of folk, get on your way and leave me be."
