Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Ok funmuffins, here's the deal. When we get out of the city, I want you to prove you can deliver, one way or another. And I want my payment in coin, not gold bars, not jewels, I want hard bread, understand? And we do this under the table like, the last thing I need is a bunch of oracles lookin' down at me, seein' all I've done, and all I'm gonna do, with a bunch of guards in toe. We have an understanding, Shugarlumps? Felicity listened on, half-satisfied with his answer and half-appalled. First off, she was never planning on giving him anything until the end of their journey. If he wanted coin, then that was fine, but she wanted to offer no payment until she reached Orianthe. And being that she had no coin at the moment...nope. No. Absolutely not. He was dead insane if he figured she would actually offer up her body. She, whose body remained untouched for 20 years as an Oracle was to remain pure and untainted. He was definitey not going to defile her. She shuddered just thinking about the horror of having him place his hands all over her. Surely it would be even worse than his eyes, which had already visually molested her more than once. Although...somewhere in deep recesses of her mind, a nagging voice told her that sating the primal need of human nature would be fun. Exciting, even... Felicity shook the thoughts, banishing them from her mind. Thinking upon what else he said, she almost rolled her eyes. The oracles weren't going to cheat him out of his money, and they weren't going to spy on him to see what he would do with the coin. Well...Felicity would do that, but really only out of curiosity, not to take it away from him. Ultimately, she was a woman of her word. She looked on in disgust to the spit on his outstretched arm, gently pushing his hand away. She wouldn't be touching that , and she wanted to relay the major points of her thoughts before finalizing anything. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, water came pouring down, silencing her. It soaked her nearly-dry dress, and a flash of anger came up...right before it was sharply brought down with the sound of crumbling stone, plunging both individuals in the churning waters. Where did he say this lead out? ...Oh, the cliffs. Focusing on breathing, the numbers flashed inside Felicity's mind. The chance of surviving the fall was no higher than 70 percent and it wasn't changing at all, which meant the danger was something that was permanent...rocks, maybe? It definitely wasn't carniverous aquatic animals because if it had been that, the percentage of survivability would have been much, much lower. There was no choice then, but to fight for breath and wait till the sewers spit them out to the ocean. An orange light of sunset greeted her as she felt herself fall, her stomach having a distinct sensation of coming up into her chest. Then, tremendous pressure filled her mind as she was swept underwater, the current of the outflow of water taking her further and further away from the cliffside. She needed something...anything to hold on to. There was no time for analyzing anything using her eyes was her best bet. So she scanned her immediate surroundings, latching herself onto a rock that as jagged on the underside and flat on the other, and she found herself grateful for it as she pulled herself up. Her dress was definitely torn almost to shreds, and a large amount of fabric had been ripped off by the waters, leaving it in a permanent knee-length state. She looked around this rock was furthest out, but she knew that when the sewers completely drained and the water was calm, she could swim to the other rocks, and from there to the small beach on her left. But...Where was the man? Her guide to Orianthe? Frantically, she looked around, trying to spot the hazel hair or even the sack of goods.