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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'I...don't expect this to be an easy one, but I know you've got your ways of bringing folks to heel." Remi said under his breath, giving Raza a grin. Though the Liason wasn't always obvious about her methods, she'd not be where she was today if she didn't have them. "It's either this business, or the Hanged Man." Remi pointed out, though there was absolutely no need to do so. Raza would have put those pieces together herself.
With a nod to both Saiden and Eloise, the Alchemist gave one last look at the brick-makers storefront and left the trio to their deliberations and negotations.
This is a regional quest requirement, open to: Raza, Eloise, and Saiden. You will be moving the business of a rather ornery brick-maker who gives 0 fucks about the mermaids and their canals.
Remember, you each need to post 3 times.
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
My jaw clenches a bit as I look at Danya’s storefront, knowing the kiln and brick-yard are hidden behind; it’s one of those ‘family owned for generations’ kind of businesses, and she takes a weird sort of pride in it. She’s also a loose-lipped drunk, so I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve if she doesn’t want to move quietly, with all this nice assistance at her beck ‘n call. Feeling like I’ve been issued a challenge, I grin a little and nod. “Aye, aye, Cap’n” I reply with a mock salute, knowing Jack would have a fit if he ever saw that. But Jack’s been a dick lately, so that little unknown jab is totally worth it.
With a nod to Saiden and El once Remi leaves, I head in to the shop, hitting the little bell above the door with my hand. “Eyy, Danya!” I call out, “Need to talk to you about somethin,” Leaning on the counter, my gaze roams over the displays she’s got while a lower, bit of a gruff voice yells back, “Comin!”
An older woman emerges from the back, wiping her hands on a red-smeared towel, hair caught up beneath a bandana a reddish sheen baked into her skin. She seems friendly enough - for now - but then most Torchers are at the prospect of doin’ business.
“Yeah, Raz?” She looks at Saiden and Eloise. “You runnin’ with an entourage now?”Another, longer look. “Let me know where you found ‘em, I want one." I laugh, having forgot that for all her lackluster appearance, Danya’s one hell of a horndog.
Standing in the back of their little group, Saiden grinned at Remi's words. Glancing at Raza, the cook winked playfully. "Like there's even a choice there." It was obvious the Hanged Man would be staying right where it was.
Still, he wasn't planning to do much here except lend the bartender his support. Following her inside the store, he leaned against a wall by the door, slipping his hands into his pockets.
However, as Danya appeared, and complimented the Hali and Eloise, Saiden straightened up to his full height. Giving the brick-maker his most charming, winning, and seductive smile, he winked at her as well.
Darling, you take the high horse and I'll take the high road
Saiden might think he's what Danya is after, and he might be right. But given what they're about to ask the woman to do, certainly offering her more than just one option is in their best interest?
'Oh honey, if you've got to go and get an entourage, they aren't the sort you want anyways." The illusionist purrs, sashaying forward past where Saiden is doing his best greek-god statue impression. Nice as the cook is to look at, he's all hard ridges and muscles, unlike the navigator, whose skin and curves just beg to be touched.
If you're too good for us, you'll be good riding solo
I can’t help but wonder if Remi knew what kinda lady Danya was when he put us all together. The little punk may not need my services after all, if he can read a situation like this.
“Down, girl,” I joke, before introducing them. “Danya, this is Saiden and Eloise. You may have seen ‘em running with the Ark.” Or not, dependin’ on where she spends her time these days. But it’s important to get Jack’s name in there somehow. Turning to my companions, who have clearly got their A-game going (Jesus, El, I want to jump you when you start using that tone) on, they’ve picked things up quickly. Danya nods, still eyeing them lustfully, and gestures for me to continue.
“So, look, the new Governor wants to build canals to bring the mermaid into Haulani, and unfortunately, yer shop is in the path of one of ‘em.” She starts to get all blustery, throwing down her towel and rounding on us, and I gotta head her off. “I know, it sucks Frey’s balls, but we’re here to help ya and get it all done as easy as possible.”
The shopkeeper’s eyes narrow, her lips twist into a sneer, knowing just how hard it would be to move all of this. How much Raza falls in her opinion. “Never thought I’d see the day when high ‘n mighty Raza Ekambe is workin’ for the Gov’ner. He buy your cunt along with your soul, or you just returnin’ to your gutter rat roots?” She laughs - a harsh, barking laugh that sounds more like a dog than a jackal than a human. “Fuck the mermaids, ain’t my clientele. What’s it in it for me?”
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So - what is in it for Danya if she moves her shop?
Watching Eloise, Saiden grinned approvingly. However, he made sure to pay close attention to the exchange between the Danya and Raza. Still smiling his best smile, he pushed off the wall and made his way over to the brickmaker. "It's a pleasure." His eyes roamed over the woman's body, and he made an appreciative sound, licking his lips slightly.
Arching an eyebrow, he winked at Danya. "How does a special meal, cooked by yours truly, sound?" He let his hands trail down his body, before his thumbs snagged in his waistband and pulled it down slightly, exposing a tantalizing amount of skin. "Complete with dessert, of course."
Darling, you take the high horse and I'll take the high road
"Down? Why yes, that is what I was thinking." Eloise purrs, her eyes drifting low on Danya's body, her ear partially cocked to hear the rest of what Raza might have to say. The bite in the woman's voice doesn't deter Eloise, but certainly it makes her mentally pause and take stock of all this brief exchange has illuminated. Despite wanting to defend Raza and the price of her cunt, the illusionist keeps quiet.
"He's the dessert, if you hadn't guessed." Eloise whispers coquettishly as she comes to stand by Danya, raising a brow in Saiden's direction. "Besides, I'm sure Jack would be extremely appreciative." She adds casually, but knowing well the weight of the name she's just dropped. "He expects me back soon you know, once this is all taken care of. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you that he doesn't like to be kept waiting." So saying Eloise reached out a hand and places it on Danya's shoulder, her surprisingly strong fingers working at her tense shoulder muscle.
If you're too good for us, you'll be good riding solo
I can’t help but enjoy the two of them at work, thinking that I probably wouldn’t mind being between an El-and-Saiden sandwich.
Danya, however, doesn’t seem so convinced. Or if she is, she’s playing hard to get. The woan’s eyes narrow in careful consideration, weighing the offers of food, sex and Jack’s appreciation versus the insult of moving a multi-generaitonal business to make way for the Outlander Governor’s pet mermaids. She makes a big show of hemming and hawing, letting Eloise work her muscles a bit longer than necessary.
I can see that she’ll need a little prodding, so I jump back in again. “And I’m sure the Governor will be willing to show his gratitude with a night at the newly re-opened Halelani.” Surely she’s seen the treats walking about around the building, beckoning advertising that they’re once again up and running. Finally, she smiles tightly and nods, so I turn to El and Saiden, vaguely including Danya in the instructions. “El, why don’t you give her a visual preview of what she can expect for being cooperative, while Saiden and I head to the back and see what needs to be moved?”
I swing myself over the counter and through the little cloth doorway to the actual storage area, and luckily for us, she’s currently low on inventory. They must do the actual brick-making and transportation elsewhere. I can see a lot of accounting books, sample bricks, random tools, snacks, a bed for a dog or companion or something. So I find a crate and begin to put the books in there, careful not to smush or crinkle anything.
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El, illusion to your heart’s content for now.
Saiden and Raz need to start movin’ things
Grinning at Danya's acceptance, and nodding at Raza's words, Saiden moved towards the brickmaker. Leaning down a bit, he whispered in the woman's ear, voice a sensual whisper. "Even if you take up the Governor's offer, dessert is still on the table." Straightening up, he winked at her.
Only then did he follow the proprietress outside. Like Raza, he glanced around at the items gathered there. Moving towards the other end, he started carefully packing everything, making sure nothing would get damaged while they transported it. Even though there was a slight chill in the air and things were light, it was surprisingly tough work, and soon a sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
Darling, you take the high horse and I'll take the high road
Work the muscles she does. And if she happens to lean forward just a bit so that her round and firm breasts press against the woman's arm, what of it? She's just trying to leverage herself best as she can to work her muscles, that's all.
"My pleasure." Eloise purrs, having already acquainted herself with Phoebe's renovations. "Imagine this—" The illusionist begins, but of course there's no need to imagine anything at all, as Eloise drapes an arm over Danya's shoulder. The scene unfolds before them of a heavy wooden door opening, the smell of leather and flowers bright in the air. The sheets are crisp and white, a brilliant contrast between the deep royal tones of the bed canopies. "There's this little button you can press.." Eloise whispers closer to Danya's ear, reaching out a hand near the illusory button before them. 'A gift from Frey...it completely dampens all inhibitions, with your consent of course." She adds in a heated voice.
Knowing Saiden's body intimately, it's easy to work him into the illusion. He applies an oil of some kind to his hands, and appears to be standing naked—though his lower half is hidden behind the height of the bed. There's a knock on the door, and another woman joins, slipping out of a silken shift to reveal sun-tanned skin without a single tan-line.
"We could go over right now..while these two take care of the heavy lifting, mm?"
If you're too good for us, you'll be good riding solo
06-05-2020, 10:01 PM (This post was last modified: 06-05-2020, 10:04 PM by Raza.)
don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
When El suggests that the two of them leave right then, I have to protest - just a little bit.
“Just as soon as ya tell us where you’d like all’a this taken,” I all through the curtain, emerging with my crate and what is hopefully a cordial smile. The tiny twat is getting off easy, but then that’s my fault, I guess.
Luckily for all of us, Danya is taken with the illusions, glancing hungrily at Saiden if he comes out of the back in time, but otherwise it’s almost like she’s drooling over the prospect of being pampered at the Halenani. And honestly? Who can blame her? The woman works hard, she doesn’t make a lot of money, and maybe some good ‘ol fashioned R&R&Orgasms will make her season. “Yeh can take ‘em t’ the kiln outside’a Haulani. East side. Give ‘em to my brother.” Fixing me with a hard look, it’s clear she still ain’t happy with me and my actions. “You tell that Gov’ner of yers that ‘e needs to do somethin’ fer the people. Not just mermaids.”
But as far as I can tell, there’ll be no more cursin’ at me. So I nod. “‘ll pass it on. And Saiden will send a letter with your dinner invitation later.” As she leaves, escorted by El, I call out a reminder to the smuggler. “Don’t forget to tell ‘em to bill The Gov’ner.”
As for me ‘n Saiden, I gesture towards the door as well. “We can probably make it in two trips. Come on, I think I remember where the kiln is.” Picking up my crate, I step out onto the streets and head for the east side’a Haulani, wondering what kinda whispers I’m gonna start hearin’ about me.
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