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Thread: Deal with the Devil RP (Sir Ark and Alexandria94)

RE Deal with the Devil RP Oswin tried to hide her expression while he told her all his names. There was no way this was the actual devil, the one they told nothing good about. The only thing that revealed her was the way her jaw tensed as she moved slowly closer to the desk where he sat. She had never once heard a story where he had been so handsome, it was her only weakness and of course the devil would have it maybe it was where the expression devilish handsome came from. Taking a deep breath, she picked the contract up from his desk and after confirming it was indeed her signature she placed it back. Well, I suppose ten days won't be all that bad.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Her heart seemed to thud loudly within her chest as she waited for someone, anything, and everything. Sundown had just started to fall across the horizon and the finals roars of the enemy started dying down. Screams faded into nothingness, but Felicity clung onto the one hope that she had, the one hope that would keep her alive and there! A grating popped open with a careful clang! and a mysterious-looking man hopped out with equally careful movement, though he seemed graceful in doing it. He looked around hesitantly, eyeing the bodies on the ground. Yes yes! He was it. A feeling deep inside her soul told her that he was her ticket out. Psst! Hey! You there! Is it clear? he called out in a whisper, obviously speaking to her. Felicity stood then, making quiet shhing noises as she untangled her long, lavender robes from her legs. The dress was torn in various places from the struggle of escape, including the long slit she made herself that ran up her thigh and to her hip. It was easiest to run that way, and considering she carried only a dagger and some throwing knives, fleeing always seemed a better option than fighting...not that she was particularly good at using the weapons anyway. Keep it down! Some of the Underfolk probably have excellent hearing, and if you keep yelling like that, you're going to get us both killed! Trust me, I would know. She hurried over to him, crossed her arms and narrowed a pair of hazel eyes at him in some unrecognizable emotion. It was probably fear, disdain, or her rather large ego. Or quite possibly all three. My name is Felicity...Felicity Ashfell, one of the Oracles. Surely you know who I am? ...No? Well, in any case, you should know that we have to go now . I see... she frowned a bit, calculating the reaults of them leaving as well as all of the escape routes she knew. Unfortunately, all she knew were the main entrances and one cave that led them underground. We have close to 10 minutes before we are caught here in this very spot. If we leave through the caves, we will surely be killed, and each of the main entrances has us in a...40no wait55 percent chance of us being caught. Her senses were on overdrive as she paced in front of the man, getting a slight headache from the constantly changing numbers. She had no choice but to trust him because when she calculated their survival on the premise that he lead the way...it was almost a hundred percent shot at freedom. Was he worth trusting? She eyed his tattoos and sack, debating for almost an entire minute before deciding that she would go with him. He was, after all, the sense of hope she struck earlier. You know ways out that I don't, do you not? Take me with you, and we'll get out of here alive. Trust me on this...please. Her request sounded less like a plea and more like a command, but she didn't expect him to refuse. He wouldn't dare deny an Oracle, would he now?
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Devlin wasn't listening to the girl, at least not very closely. Everything below his armpits was still in the hole, so he hung there, legs swaying slightly, bracing himself against the street stones with his elbows. Not the most comfortable position, but from down here, he had a great view of her legs. And with that slit up her dress, and what with her striding back and forth in front of him... Well, the way Devlin saw it, sooner or later, he'd get to see more than just some thighmeat. Very thin chance, mind you, but worth it. So he hung there, adding a Uh-huh, every once in a while, and watching that slit like a roc watches a small fat child. Eventually, Devlin realized she expected something more than an unintelligent, gutteral reply from him, judging from the way she was standing and studying him. Huh? Oh, right. Uh, so I guess we're thoroughly boned if we stay topside then. Devlin was barely managing to tear his eyes away from her leg. Come on, just a little more to the left... and lift the leg... lift the leg... Blinking, he came back to the reality of the situation. Still didn't take his eyes away from her skirt, though. Well, that was one plan down. Shiteknockle. Uh... only way out now it to back-track through the sewers, try to get to the main aquaduct... If I climb that, I can follow the channel back up to the mountains... He nodded his head, seeming to be in agreement with himself on the new plan, then looked back up at the girl. Right. Thanks for the heads up, sister. Best of luck to you! With that, he simply let go, dropped back down into the knee-high waters below, and began running back up the tunnel. Devlin had heard the girl's... request? Command? Whatever it was, he had heard it loud and clear. He just didn't give a damn. He wouldn't be hard to follow, though. The constant CLANK CLANK CLANK of his sack, full of ill-gotten gains, echoed loudly through the tunnel.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle The best thing about men was that given the right circumstance, you could make them do anything. Literally, anything . Now the best thing about this particular man was that they were in the perfect situation for him to do what she said. For one, they both seemed to want the same thing escape from the city. The second thing Felicity noticed she could use against him was her body. His eyes hadn't gone unnoticed how he watched her bare thigh as she paced back and forth, how he just muttered uh-huh a majority of the time like a slack-jawed idiot. But...she needed him right now. And whatever the case was, she definitely wasn't going to let him have her. In her mind, desire and the body were for her utilize as a manipulation tactic. She had to admit, though, that he knew what he was doing. As he disappeared back down into the grate, she peered over it, seeing the dark waters below. Ugh, why, why, why was this the only way? But, she copied his actions and swung her legs inside the hole, carefully carrying herself down and damn! She slipped, making an echoing splash! noise as she fell in the water, wetting almost her entire body. The thin robes stuck to her figure, also becoming slightly see through, but it was a good thing the air was warm, otherwise she'd be shivering as well. Hurriedly, Felicity maneuvered her way through the sewer tunnels by following the clanking noises coming from the man's sack. Gods, what did he even have in there? A slight frown touched her face as she finally caught up to him near the entrance of the main aqueduct. Do you have a name? she asked him, messing with the natural soft curls of her blonde hair, leading the way through the large tunnel. The air was less stuffy here, and while it still had a stale aroma to it, it definitely had more ventilation. The water progressively got shallower, which was fine as she had resorted to tying her dress up so that it was knotted on the uncut side. This allowed her to move freely without the dress weighing her down, although it showed a bit more skin on the front of her thigh rather than just the side. The aqueduct opened up to a uncovered stone waterway outside the city in a green hilly area. Above them, mountains loomed over the landscape. Is that where he said they were headed? Tapping the man on the shoulder, Felicity put a hand on her hip and said, Do you even know where you're going? Because I need to get someplace...Orianthe. Do you know where that is? She was impatient, and she uknotted her dress to let the ends dry while she was waiting.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Focus your rage. Feel the burn. That's at least what Devlin was trying to tell himself, huffing and puffing his way up the pillar. When he got the the first ledge, the on just above the waterline of the channels, and discovered that the girl, that annoying, stuck up gnat of a human being, was already there, he almost popped a vein. Her mocking wasn't helping the situation either. I'm fine, Devlin hissed through gritted teeth, when asked if he needed help. After he'd hauled himself up onto the ledge with her, Devin rested a moment, breathing heavily, glowering up a storm. Now in full pouting mode, Devlin simply sat there, sulking, his hair plastered to his face, bruises and cuts on his arms and hands, crossed over his chest. Normally he wouldn't take this kind of shit from anyone, and momentarily considered simply shoving the girl off the pillar. Her scream would probably draw attention though, and Devlin generally avoided killing. Too messy, to much work, and he had enough bad karma as it was. At the mention of money, however, his ears perked up. And the promise of some skin time sounded good too. Devlin fiercely blinked water out of his eyes, drawn in by the girl's tease. Maybe half of one and half of the other... 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. Devlin spat on his hand, and stuck it out for her to shake. We have an understanding, Shugarlumps? The rush of water they'd heard had finally hit them, a roiling wall of water and sound, tearing down each of the channels. Though both were drenched by the sudden onslaught, both Devlin and Felicity were out of reach from water's more torrential effects. Being above the channels, they recieved not much more than a thorough splashing. The pillar they were sitting upon, however, bore the brunt of it. Though stone and mortar are strong, currents of water and time can wear them away. And at this particular junction, at this particular pillar, the stone could stand no more. A gut-jostling crunch issued from the base of the pillar, far below where Devlin and Felicity sat. It began to lean. Devlin looked down, and simply uttered, Uhnn.. There was simply no time to do much else. Stone crumbled. Waters boiled. Devlin had brief flashes of struggling for air, as he was swept back down the sewer tunnels, and out the cliff-side drain he had been trying to desperately to avoid. He had the sensation of flying, utterly terrified, as the sea-waters below surged forward to greet him.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle It was the rocks that you always had to look out for. If it wasn't for the rocks, Devlin would be more inclined to use the cliff-side drain spout as an escape route more often. Yes, the fall was nauseating, and there was always the chance you could hit the water the wrong way and break your neck, and of course there was the old-fashioned drowning way to go. Ironically, it was the flooded tunnel that saved them. If they had just slid out of the spout, and fallen directly below, the two would have hit the jagged rocks below. Splat, end of story, feast for the fishes. But they had been shot out with such force, the rocks were cleared easily. If such a fall could be called easy. Not sure which way was up, Devlin struggled and sputtered underwater, grabbing onto anything that seemed to be moving. He was lucky, and soon found himself bobbing up and down on a piece of driftwood, some shredded piece of lumber that had come out of the sewage with them. Devlin didn't see the girl, but then again, he wasn't looking. His main concern, right now, was getting to shore. With some paddling, and the help of the small, lapping waves, he got close enough to shore to start walking. It was only then that Devlin saw he was missing something. He'd recieved a few bangs and cuts in the fall, and the rough tunnel ride, but his sack had been hit the worst. A rip had nearly torn it in half, and almost everything had fallen out. Clutching onto the few jewels that remained, Devlin began to wade back into the water, panicked, devastated almost. No, no, no, come on, where are you? Hell's damn it, no! After fruitlessly feeling the bottom, and blindly diving down, he gave up, and stumbled back onto shore, spitting water. Unbelieveable, Devlin muttered to himself. He'd risked his lift to get those valuables, only to have them ripped away from him at the last moment. For a thief, that was the saddest story. Wait a minute, wasn't there a girl too? Devlin sat up, stood up, and looked around. There were forms in the water, bodies floating by, but none of them matched. Cupping his hands over his mouth, Devlin nearly called out for her, but then realized, he couldn't remember her name. Felisha? No... Faith? No, no, definitely a F-e-l name... Eh, what the hell. FELICihrmmmmgggmmgmg.... Devlin shouted out, intentinally mumbling and flubbing the last part of the name. Unless she was nearby, she probably couldn't tell the difference. Maybe.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle The last of the surging waters died down, leaving only a steady trickle coming out of the stone tunnel that protruded from the face of the cliff, and Felicity gingerly stuck a foot into the waters to test the strength of its pull. It wasn't so bad, but she was still terrified, her fingers gripping the rock so fiercely that her knuckles were white, and she had some difficulty relinquishing the safety of the dark stone. Then, shivering from the evening chill, she braced herself as she dove back into the water swimming from stone to stone, finally navigating herself to a cluster of rock formation. A perfectly groomed brow was raised as gold and silver jewelry floated by, aloing with semi-precious stones that were rapidly floating to the bottom. Was this what the man had in his sack? She smiled, knowing that if he had lost this much, her own offer would be near impossible to refuse. And maybe she'd be able to get out of this without revealing herself even once. It was at that moment that a muffled, butchered version of her name was called out by someone she could only assume was her ticket to Orianthe. Following the sound of his voice, she stumbled upon the small beach, dirtying her dress and legs even further. She frowned, standing and walking awkwardly as the feeling of rough sand irritated her torso and groin areas, but she managed to make her way to the man. It looks like you lost a lot, Felicity started off, taking a seat beside him despite knowing that the sand would also irritate her rump. And it's Felicity. And what is your name? She paused, giving him time to answer and then continued on. Does our deal still stand? I will give you the payment in coin. After all, it's no business of mine to know what you're going to be using it for. Although by basic judgement, I'd say you'epre the type to squander it away in the tavern and brothel house. Am I wrong? She raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes twinkling in amusement. Of course, I have a few issues... You will get your coin payment, but only after we reach the city. I carry no other form of payment...I She didn't bother with telling him about the other form of payment. If she could avoid the topic at all costs, she would.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle As he watched the girl wade towards him, Devlin didn't bother to offer her any assistance. In fact, he acted impatient, as if he was the one who needed to get to Orianthe. Great observation, oracle. Good to know you can't keep your eyes off my sack. Devlin sneered, flicking a thumb across his pointed nose. He didn't seem particularly eager to hand out his name, and told her as much. Name's Devlin. And no, you don't get my last name. Let's try to avoid just tossing the first one out though, I... may have a price on my head in a kingdom. Or two. His shoulders sagged as he walked away, heaving a sigh. And a province in the Holy Solgaid Empire. And half a dozen cities. Devlin knelt down near one of the bodies that had washed up on shore, and examined it. A girl, dressed well but not too well, black tangled hair, and the broken shaft of an Underfolk arrow sticking out of her neck. The half-elf didn't even check for a pulse, and simply pried the knapsack off the girl's stiffened back and arms. And there's certain Inns and Taverns I'm not allowed in anymore. Devlin glanced up at the sunset sky. They'd have to get off the beaches soon, to avoid any patrols. Time for one more body. Heaving the knapsack over his shoulder, he moved over to an overweight man, face down in the sand. Without any ceremony, or even respect for the deceased, Devlin yanked a traveler's bag off the man, and took his belt as well. And, ah, there may or may not be some sort of cursed horse after my blood. Something to do with me breaking into a crypt, I don't know, the point is, He briefly turned around, his clothes soaked in seawater, his frame loaded with the possessions of the dead, I think we'll both be more comfortable if you just refer to me as 'Hey You,' ok? At a quick walk, Devlin headed down the beach. Once they'd out from under the cliffs, and to the woods, they'd have a chance to start a camp. As they moved, Devlin chuckled at the girl's demands, and further questions. You're damn straight I'll blow this wad on wine and women. I'd like to forget this night as soon as possible. Best cure for a bad memory is an empty bottle, and a wench with a fat ass. He had problems with the details of the arrangement, however. No, no, no. Devlin shook his head, the soaked pony tale sluicing back and forth across the back of his vest. I've been a pinchman for one too many a'noble to agree to that. I don't care what it is, or how much it is, but you give me something up front. The cliffs were retreating, and the land before them opened up as the duo moved further east. The light was quickly dying, but a forest could be seen ahead.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle As the reached the clearing, Devlin dumped the two bags, as well as his own rucksack, onto the ground, and started clearing the leaves and twigs away. Known for something good?! Shugarlips, if anything, I'd rather stay utterly unknown. Harder for people to find you that way. Here, sit tight, I'll be back with some sticks. Devlin disappeared into the woods, though judging by the sound, not too far. The squelching of water in his boots could be heard, and he rummaged through the undergrowth, snapping limbs, and hauling along broken branches. In a few minutes, he was back, a and dumped his findings into a pile, and set about making a campfire. It was a ramshackle thing. Devlin hated the outdoors. But surviving in the wilderness was not so different from surviving in the city streets. You needed to stay warm and dry, especially at night. You needed to scrounge for food where-ever you could. And you needed to keep an eye out for predators. Your word? Devlin smirked, rummaging though his rucksack, and pulling out a small clay vial. Maybe if we had a few other witnesses out here, I might take you up on that. But since we don't, I ain't. Shielding his eyes and face with one hand, Devlin popped the seal off the vial, and dumped it's contents onto the rough collection of sticks and branches. As soon as it hit the air, the liquid ignited, and Devlin had to take a few steps back to keep from being burned. Now that he had a fire going, it was time for Devlin to get out of his wet clothes. A line of rope was strung between two trees, running close to the fire itself, and onto it, he started hanging clothing to dry. His vest was first. His boots, set down by the fire. Devlin peeled off his shirt, and undid his various belts, hanging both on the line as well. Then his pants came off, and were slung over the line. In nothing but a simple cloth, bound about his hips, Devlin moved as if to remove those as well. He looked over a Felicity. Perhaps not. Yet. He had been soaked to the bone, and his still-damp loincloth stuck to him, leaving very little to the imagination, it's contents shifting and jostling as he walked and moved. Some thread, yes. But I thought you would have noticed, seer, Devlin sat down, on the mossy ground, next to his bags, and began going thorugh them. He picked up one of the taken bags, the one from the dead girl, and dangled it in the air. He held it away from Felicity, however. She'd have to get quite close to retrieve it. She was about your size. Of course, any spare clothing the girl might have packed would be as soaked as their own attire, if not more so.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle While Devlin had been gathering wood, Felicity was scanning the place, getting a feel for the surroundings, and most importantly, she was looking out for any imminent danger. Her body visibly relaxed as she found that they were relatively safe here, away from people and away from the Underfolk. Most likely, the brutes were staying in the city to make sure all citizens were dead and to spend their time enjoying the streets, taking the abandoned treasures, eating the leftover food and drinking the well-aged wine. Devlin returned, starting a fire and going about disrobing. Could you not? Felicity asked in disgust, taking a seat by the fire, averting her eyes from his loincloth. It was improper and lewd. I don't really want to look at whatever it is you've got there. Or she turned to look in his eyes there could be nothing there. A smirk played at her lips and she stood to take the bag roughly from him. She walked forward, eyes raking over the man's lean muscles, stopping at the cloth. Her eyes held a look of curiosity, but she quickly recovered, the coldness taking over again. Give me that, she muttered, grabbing at the bag. The contents were basic a traveling cloak that was big enough to double as a blanket, a spare set of clothing, and a pair of leather shoes. Well made, but a little worn out. Felicity turned the clothes over within her hands. The dress was nothing like her lavender robes they were a dull grey and navy blue, made of linen and cotton. They would pass for her size, however, and at least the cloak looked to be of good material. She hung up the garments on the rope, and resumed her seat by the fire. Just because you disrobed, it doesn't mean I should. I'll just dry myself by the fire, thank you. Some of us aren't as inconsiderate as others. Besides, I don't want you eyes all over my body. I'd consider it close to dirty. Felicity showed attitude and outright hostility, but she knew she'd have to be careful. After all, she still needed him. After a moment of silence, she turned to Devlin again, asking, If I don't have money with me, what sort of other payment would you accept? She picked up a small twig and drew different designs into the dirt beside her, just to keep herself busy.