Awkward Times Call for Awkward Measures [Mature]

[Kite]

Disclaimer: This thread takes place in a high end Aberon brothel, and is therefore likely to contain some sexual content and expletives not suited for those with innocent minds or those under the age of 16. Continue reading at your peril.


*Ava strolls slowly through the streets of Aberon, towards the nicer area of town. The hunt for the Imperial spy, Maria Dalthan, was on. She was commonly referred to as "Serene Matron" in this side of town and was a very highly requested prostitute at the brothel that they were heading to. She was, in fact, the "very *friendly* person-of-the-year" apparently.

Not that anyone really cares about that.

Ava and her disguised partner, Remy, were sent on this mission because someone cared about the fact that most of the officers that used her... "services"... were the ones that were the most known for NOT being secretive, and this could be a bad situation, as they could only keep them in the dark for so long. Therefore, the two of them were sent in to investigate the slipping of the officers, and to find out how likely it was that she was a spy. The two of them had asked around and done a little digging as their normal elf-y selves, then gone into character, meaning that they changed their appearance to be much more human seeming, although they didn’t alter it too much. They decided that they had better look into the situation themselves, get a little firsthand experience, before making a report.

It was slightly amusing for Ava how awkward Remy was sometimes. He was sort of cute in that way, although it caused her to laugh more often than not. He seemed fairly stiff to her, but she was also more adept at reading elves and their disguised selves than most humans, so she figured that he didn’t seem that way to those around them. As they grew closer to the building in question, Ava slips her hand over to his and attempts to grab it, so she can intertwine her fingers with his, and she gives him a smile.*

Well, dearest, are you excited for your surprise? I’m sure you’ll just love it!

*She presses her presence extremely gently up against his as she gently tries to bump into his side, couple style, and winks up at him, attempting to communicate with him mentally.*

Well, this will be entertaining, don’t you think? We get to go undercover in a brothel! This is the most romantic thing a man has ever done for me, taking me to a brothel in a counter-intelligence mission! How sweet of you, Remy dearest!

*Ava giggles slightly as they draw ever closer to the brothel, turning the corner and seeing it in front of them. It was a beautifully simple building from the outside, a carved sign hanging just outside of it with a symbol reminiscent of a bed, with money lying atop it. She hopes he realizes that she is joking with him mentally and being in character when speaking allowed. The mental conference was the best way they had to communicate in the presence of others, and was extremely private. However, it often leaks a little emotion with it, unless used under extreme control. This might be a problem later on, as this had to be an interesting set up, and a test of will, but she was sure they could take the test and make it a success. She would even enjoy it, but that was something she would keep an extremely tight rein on as the day and night went on.

They slip through the doors of the brothel, into its modest storefront. A small, sweet chime rang, and an older matron came out, looking us over. She gets right down to business, pulling out a book. She speaks in a light voice, but one can tell that it is extremely serious. *

What are your names, and what is your profession?

*Ava takes a light-hearted tone with the matron.*

Well, ma’am, this here is Remy Kaltone, and I am Ava Marsados. We are both captains and strategists in the Varden Army, and today is the birthday of my dearest Remy, so I brought him here so that he could be treated very specially on this most special occasion.

*Ava giggles slightly again, and presses her mind gently against his again, sending across a slight feeling of reassurance, so he goes with the last name change, and smiles at him lovingly for the matron. She nods slightly and snaps the book closed. She waves to them and speaks.*

Come back then, fine guests. Remy, take the hall on the right, and Ava must take the hall on the left. You will be able to reunite on the other side.

*Ava nods happily and attempts to kiss Remy on the shoulder and then walks back to the left hall. This leads her into the room where other women were silently undressing, and a girl inside tells Ava that she must remove her clothing in here, and tells her that the clothes will be ready on her departure. Ava smiles softly and quickly strips off her clothing and hands them to the girl, who takes them into a back room. She returns with a long towel to wrap around her, made to cover her fully or just her waist. She opts to take the full cover route, wrapping the towel around her, top just above her chest and bottom reaching her mid-thigh. She then steps through the door and, while waiting for Remy, talks to the woman on the other side, who is the director of “traffic”, who tells you who you can or can not hire for the time. Ava smiles at her and speaks softly.*

Ma’am, is Serene Matron available?

*The woman nods and speaks softly*

Not at the moment. She is finishing up an engagement in about 10 minutes. Are you willing to wait?

*Ava grins and nods*

Oh, yes! We will wait as long as we need to! Only the best for my Remy!

*The Matron nods and then asks the alst question that she really needs to.*

How long would you like to book her for?

*Ava smiles sweetly*

Oh, I think that we will be using her services until the morning. How much is that?

*The woman names a figure, and Ava agrees to pay it, smirking on the inside at the reaction to the bill that procurement will have, but doesn’t mind. This is counter-intelligence, and it is all important. She turns as the door opens and Remy steps out. She winks slyly at him, and beckons for him to come over. She looks up at him and grins, feeling the pure awkwardness in the air. She attempts to bump her hip against his and then giggles*

Better get used to the idea of this hon. We'll be like this for a while. All night even!

*About 10 minutes earlier, a man slips out of the rooms and leaves through the door Remy came out of, and then the woman comes out and bows to both of them, and beckons for them to follow. Ava and Remy follow her and she leads them down the halls, filled with doors. As one walks past each door, you can hear varying sounds of ecstasy and pleasure pouring through them and Ava strides down the hall slightly behind Remy, putting her hand on the small of his back. Finally, they get to the end of the hall and the woman opens the door to an extremely fancy and garish room, all silk and bed, and Ava steps in after Remy. Inside, Maria stands there, covered in a shawl that sparkled like the “covering” Malandra used at the summit. She smiles softly at them.”

Why, hello darlings. Are you out on a trip to learn some moves, or do we want to make this a fun night, for his birthday?

*Ava smirks up at Remy, then speaks softly*

Oh, I want to aid his enjoyment of tonight...

*Ava looks up at Remy, and waits for him to make the next move, knowing that she shouldn't take all of the fun. That would be no fun for him, after all, and thats not what she wants.*

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

This was bordering on horrifying.

When I’d first been debriefed on the mission, I’d laughed. There was no way they could be serious. An Imperial spy working as a prostitute at the local Aberon brothel? Ha! And I’d have to book her to get close to her. But the Varden commander who’d given me the job had been deadpan. It was Maria Dalthan’s job to hunt down double agents. I was the one who would benefit the most from this. But I didn’t even like hookers. Therefore, I was in no danger. But Miss Serene Matron was apparently studying up on me personally- she’d been present at the summit, and had seen me talking with Ava Marsados, a fellow elf that I couldn’t stop thinking about. On top of that, she’d seen Ava risking her life to protect me from the mysterious bomb. She’d gotten interested, and the information she was pulling on me was disturbing. She even knew about Sthenno.

So, naturally, I had to take her out. And on top of that, Ava had to come with me.

I didn’t know what it was about the woman that was so attractive. She was physically endearing, obviously, like all elves, but that wasn’t what got me hooked. Maybe it was the fact that despite being an elf, she wasn’t superficial or arrogant like the most of them. And she saw the Varden’s flaws as well as accepting its virtues instead of blindly worshipping it and that royal face-pain Nasuada. And she wanted to help me. It was frightening that she knew so much about me, but exciting at the same time. I’d only had Sthenno to keep me company in my misery, and though she was sympathetic, she wasn’t easy to get close to. Spoiled, obsessive, secretive, and immature to boot, I’d never seen her as a companion. Interestingly, though, when I’d told her about Ava, she’d gotten remarkably jealous. Maybe I was more attractive than I thought.

However, for this particular mission, I needed a certain spell I’d always hated- the appearance-changer. Though I looked like a woman and knew it and hated it, I was attached to my form. Humans were so rotund and shapeless. The moment we got out of the brothel, I was going to remove that spell. My ears were now rounded, as was the rest of my face, but there was still some distinct sleekness that matched my rail thin body. Still, it was an uncomfortable feeling. At least I got to wear the clothes I liked- the brothel in question, the Pearl, was the high-end sort. Only well-to-do people got to use its services. So, I was wearing an attractive black lace coat, dark trousers and shiny sable boots with gold trim. To complete the ‘human’ look, my ice-blonde hair hung a little more raggedly than usual around my shoulders. Humans weren’t too big on hygiene.

“Well, dearest, are you excited for your surprise? I’m sure you’ll just love it!”

I nearly squeaked when Ava suddenly intertwined her fingers with mine, gripping my sweaty hand with her cool one. She’d dressed extremely provocatively. Normally, I wasn’t attracted to that sort of thing, but this was Ava here. The swells of her chest and the gentle sway of her hips moved something inside me. I didn’t like it. The worst thing was that I could never tell if she was just doing it to stay in character or if she was actually interested in me. The subtle winks and little smiles were confusing and terrifying at the same time. I only wanted it to end. Maybe this was just a terrible nightmare…

Well, this will be entertaining, don’t you think? We get to go undercover in a brothel! This is the most romantic thing a man has ever done for me, taking me to a brothel in a counter-intelligence mission! How sweet of you, Remy dearest!
I… you… just don’t… why can’t we walk in silence?

The brothel was close now- I could see the sign. The building was simple yet elegant, with a fading sign of a bed laid out with silver coins. Ladies of the night could be seen on all the nearby street corners. Immediately, I drew a little closer to Ava. Being leaped on by over-eager hookers was the last thing I needed right now. We scurried over to the entrance of the brothel, slipping through the small wooden door. The chime above the doorframe rang cheerfully as we entered; the cue for a tiny older woman to appear behind the counter. She looked us over uninterestedly before taking out a heavy, leather-bound book. I felt horribly, horribly awkward. I’d never been in a whorehouse before.

“What are your names, and what are your professions?”
“Well, ma’am, this here is Remy Kaltone, and I am Ava Marsados. We are both captains and strategists in the Varden army, and today is the birthday of my dearest Remy, so I brought him here so that he could be treated very specially on this most special occasion.”

The adoring smile she gave me nearly snapped my brain. However, she sent mental reassurances in little waves, which should have been a relief for me. Instead, I was disappointed. So she wasn’t interested in me?

After briefly writing in the large book, the woman snapped it closed. “Come back then, fine guests. Remy, take the hall on the right, and Ava must take the hall on the left. You will be able to reunite on the other side.”

Ava gave my shoulder a light, fluttery kiss before pushing me towards the hall on the right. My mind blank with terror, I walked towards it with unquestioning obedience. However, once inside, it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t have Ava running her hands all over me, and there were only men there. Granted, they were undressing and dressing out of and into some disturbing outfits, but at least I was safe from that woman. Having some idea of how this went, I undressed quickly, handing my clothes to a bored attendee. He gave me a towel so ridiculously tiny I doubted it would hide everything. With a groan, I wrapped the man-skirt around my waist and tip-toed out of the changing room, just in time to see Ava talking to another employee. She was clad in nothing but a towel stretching from chest to mid-thigh. I tripped on my feet and smacked into the wall.

“Ma’am, is Serene Matron available?”
“Not at the moment,” the woman replied. “She is finishing up an engagement in about ten minutes. Are you willing to wait?”
“Oh, yes! We will wait as long as we need to! Only the best for my Remy!” Again, I had the distinct urge to have a heart attack. Or clamp a hand over Ava’s mouth.
“How long would you like to book her for?”
“Oh, I think that we will be using her services until the morning. How much is that?”
“One hundred crowns, due in the morning.”

And so began the most awkward ten minutes of my life, not to mention the longest. Tiny, tiny Ava, wearing nothing but a towel, wouldn’t stop nudging my hips and playing with my hair and planting kisses on my chest and shoulders. I almost died.

“Better get used to the idea of this, hon. We’ll be like this for a while. All night, even!”

Oh, thank you, Ava. Thank you. If I didn’t get a stroke and die, I’d wring her neck.

Finally, an entirely naked man so drunk on orgasmic relief that he had to be led by an attendee stumbled past. Then the woman Ava had spoken to beckoned to us to follow her. I hesitantly started walking, trying to appear calm and collected. But by then, we were walking past rented bedrooms, and not all with closed doors. My mouth hung open at the sights of sweat-streaked bodies. Ava chose that particular moment to place a hand on the small of my back, the cool touch of her fingers sending shivers up my spine. Damn it! How could she make me react like that? I didn’t have time to do anything about it, though, since by then we had arrived. I swallowed hugely before making my way inside.

The room was all warm colours, splashes of golden and soft brown filling up its entirety. Silk sheets, velvet pillows, and other finery lined the whole chamber. And right in the middle of it stood Maria Dalthan. Though remarkably pretty, with long dark curls and golden skin, two things about her were a turn-off- one, she was trying to kill me, and two, she was wearing that. The mesh covering she wore was identical to Malandra’s outfit at the summit. The thought of that woman and the reminder of how horribly things had gone that day turned off any mood the woman or the room might have provoked.

“Why, hello darlings.” Dalthan’s voice was husky. “Are you out on a trip to learn some moves, or do we want to make this a fun night for his birthday?”
“Oh, I want to aid his enjoyment of tonight...”

Ava bumped me discreetly, and I realized it was my turn to speak. My mouth worked for several moments, but no noise came out.

“Oh, shy baby. First time doing this, I’d wager?” Dalthan smirked.
“I have enough experience, thank you!” I snapped back, irritated.
“Mm…” Much to my horror, Ava nudged up against my back. “He certainly does.” To make things worse, Dalthan walked up to me slowly and predatorily, running the back of her finely manicured hand against my cheekbone.
“Kneel,” she murmured. I stood stone still. She stroked my cheek again, this time leaning in very close to my face. “Kneel.”

Her voice echoed in my mind. Kneel-kneel-eel… I had to let her brush my mind with hers. If I slammed barriers down, she would immediately know I was no average nobleman. I panicked and swayed on my feet, and was forced to sink down onto my knees to keep from falling over. Ava had her hands on my shoulders. I mildly freaked out before setting into firm determination. Lusty or not, Ava was not going to get me to have sex with this woman. But at the same time, I couldn’t let Dalthan get suspicious. I had to go along with it a little bit, just until we could get her incapacitated. I frantically searched for a way out. Thankfully, I spotted a liquor cabinet off to the side of the room. My heart soared with joy.

“Let’s not… rush into it,” I said, trying to sound sultry but failing miserably. “A drink would warm us up, wouldn’t it? And I’d like to, er, get to know the woman I’ll be bedding tonight.” And hopefully, end up killing, as well.

Words;; 1816
Muse;; Ehh. Okay-ish. XD
Thoughts;; Sorry it took so long!

[Kite]

*Ava smiles at Remy’s deft manipulation of the stream of events and smiles softly.*

That’s a wonderful idea, Remy!

*Ava stands and Serene starts to move over to the cabinet, but Ava cuts her off and smiles*

Oh, don’t trouble yourself, Matron. I’ll grab it!


*As Ava moves towards the cabinet, she accidentally lets her towel slip off her body, revealing her taut, smooth body for Remy to see. She smirks slightly and moves her mind out on a very, VERY tight band to Remy’s, and asks him a simple question. A simple, innocent, very honest question. She is a little nervous to find out what he will say, but she is confident that he will answer in the affirmative. For some reason, it was very important to her.*

Do you like what you see, dearest?[/color]

*As she waits for a reply, she pours each person in the room a drink, and drinks her glass quickly, feeling the burn and enjoying every second of it. She puts the stopper back on, then walks back towards the two of them. She hands the glass with the smaller amount to Serene with a negligence, and drops to her knees infront of Remy, handing him the glass. She then slips around him and puts her hands on his shoulders as she presses her body against his back. She gently rubs and massages his shoulders, then slips her hands around to his front, sliding them down his chest and stomach, then finally removing his towel and running her hands over him. She felt his body tense against him and kisses his neck gently before sending a message to him, using the touch of their bodies as a place of transfer, to keep the matron out of the loop. She also sends it in the ancient language to prove the honesty of her words.*

Relax, Remy. Enjoy it. I live to serve you, dearest, I live to please you. I love your company...

*She works on not letting it slip out, but does anyway.*

I love you...[/color]

*She then refocuses on her point.*

Now, focus, honey. Relax. I won’t make you have sex with her only if you don’t wish to. I would be happy to do most of the motions for you instead of her…[/i]

*She continues her motions, kissing Remy on the neck and gently nipping his right ear lobe. She then realizes that this is sort of awkward, and looks up, smiling slyly.*

Oh, dont mind me. Please, talk. Enjoy yourselves. Learn more about each other! I certainly am, and would not want to leave you out, Serene.

*The Matron is looking slightly annoyed, but then smiles and settles down after she takes a sip. She sits on the bed and assumes a slightly provocative posture, before smiling.*

What would you like to know, Remy? My life story? A job description?

*The Matron smiles at him*

I think you already know that, though…

*She stands and removes her shawl, and the slides up to his front, putting her right hand on his chest and pushes him back slightly, against Ava. She gets up close to Remy’s face, and smiles.*

Would you like to know which of us is a better kisser? I’m sure I’ll win…

*She leans forward and kisses him square on the lips as Ava continues to run her hands over him, purring as her body is against his, and wonders how much trouble all of this is causing him, and hopes that it isn’t too much. Some is to be expected and, well, Ava just enjoys playing with Remy, whom she realizes she actually does love. She enjoys making him squirm slightly, and will remember to apologize later. He was just so damn cute when he was all tense like this! She can’t help it, and waits to see the outcome of the most recent actions.*


(( NOTES:
Only 636 words, and LULZ. Poor Remy. ))

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

The following events made me stalwartly impressed at my body strength. Ava decided to get the liquor herself, and while she was at it, her entire towel just so happened to fall off. I should have died right then and there, but I amazingly didn’t. My jaw clenched, my eyes bulged, and I felt a distinct hardening between my legs, but I lived. Ava’s body was white like porcelain, and her figure was utter perfection. Curvy in all the right places, and despite the notable muscles she’d developed, she was still so delicate. If Dalthan hadn’t been gripping my shoulders, I would have fallen over. As such, my heart skipped a beat, and my head swam with what was probably a mild stroke. Gods, she was gorgeous.

I gawked like an idiot the entire time she poured the wine, drinking her entire glass in one go. Then she put the stopper into the bottle and headed back towards me and Dalthan, handing a glass to each of us. I was too stunned to even move, so she picked up my flesh arm, my left one, and pressed the glass into it. I managed to hold onto it.

Do you like what you, dearest? She was teasing me. All I could do was whimper. Relax, Remy. Enjoy it. I live to serve you, dearest, I live to please you. I love your company...

As she mentally spoke to me, she pressed her body against my back, and I flinched as I felt her soft breasts and taut stomach against me before settling against her with a groan. Whatever she said next was lost on me. Silk was rough in comparison to that woman’s skin, and as her hands explored my body, finally making their way down to my groin, my brain went blank. I closed my eyes and pressed harder against her. Words were exchanged between her and Dalthan, but I didn’t hear them, and when I opened my eyes, the woman in front of me had removed her covering. She looked exactly the same, of course, just less sparkly, but as desire flooded my veins, she took on the form of a love goddess. When she leaned forwards and kissed me bang on the lips, I lost all logic and inhibitions. I found myself kissing Dalthan back, my hands shamelessly running over her body. She yanked my head back and poured my glass of wine down my throat. As the three of us stumbled over to the bed, my mind blanked out again.

FADE. TO. BLACK. What, you perverts thought I was actually going to WRITE the sex? Well, I actually would, and happily, too, but Angmor and Elvorn would swing that thar banhammer and whack me into smithereens. Also, they STOLE that concept from Nemo’s hammer. Yes, yes they did. Not that I can blame them. After all, they’re doing this in the interest of keeping innocent minds pure and our site undeleted. And a fine job you’re doing, too, boys. No one will ever know how these three made the bed rock, and not the kind the Flinstones live in either, how their moans of passion and the vulgar sound of skin smacking against skin were the only noises that filled the night. How desire and lust pumped through their veins while carnal pleasure made their hearts race and their mouths scream. YOUR LOSS, I SAY. But let’s not get carried away here. After all, I’m getting dangerously close to being banned for all my sex threads, and that would SUCK. Anywho, I guess I should wrap this up before I start to ramble. Next we have… DRUMROLL, PLEASE. -le drumroll- The AFTERMATH OF SEXUALNESS!! WOO. Enjoy, m'deary dears.

Well, I did it. I gave in to the temptation. I had no regrets about it. And I didn’t care that I didn’t. And I didn’t care that I didn’t care that I didn’t. Sex was such a rare opportunity for Remy Kamenwati, and so truly enjoyable sex was practically unheard of. Now I would enjoy it while I could. Smug and satisfied, I took in the aftermath of our throes of lust. I was sprawled across the bed we’d somehow managed to fumble our way over to, my left, flesh arm around Ava and my prosthetic right arm around Maria, who both had their heads on my chest. Apparently, after collapsing during my final release, I’d simply lain there with those two beautiful women on either side of me and enjoyed the orgasm before it finally ebbed away, leaving me to catch my breath. Simply wonderful.

After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, Maria rose to her feet. Though I was too drunk with orgasmic relief to really think about anything, I dimly realized that the night wasn’t over yet. Gorgeous and anything but shy, the woman strode over to the liquor cabinet and removed two more wine bottles, red like blood. I realized I was incredibly thirsty. Ava, too, rolled out of my embrace and made her way over to the taller woman. I could only stare at their naked forms. After a few moments, though, I forced myself to stand and stretch before following them over to the table, for once uncaring of my nakedness.

“We still have hours for enjoyment,” Maria said, popping one of the corks off while Ava tended to the other. “While we warm ourselves up, we could get to know each other a little more, like Remy suggested. I’m curious about the two of you.”
“Mm,” was all I could say. I sat at the table with a sigh of contentment.
“Ava. Such an exotically beautiful woman. There must be more to you than meets the eye. And your fake arm and leg, Remy, and that scar on your left palm.”

I peered down at my partially metal body and flexed my flesh hand, dimly remembering covering it with reddish-brown pigments to hide my gedwëy ignasia. It looked like a particularly deep scar. Oddly, though, I couldn’t remember what a gedwëy ignasia was. It seemed so important, and yet my mind couldn’t grasp it at all.

But that wasn’t my concern now. I wanted to tell this wonderful, beautiful woman all about me and Ava. I wanted her to stay here, with me, and never leave. I needed her. However, something about her was setting off a warning signal in the back of my mind. I tried to push it away, but it stayed there. Besides that, Ava was trying to contact me, and she was sending waves of worry along with her message. I shot her a death glare that immediately made her draw away from my consciousness. The shock in her eyes made me grin sadistically and wrap my flesh arm around her, kissing the elf forcefully. Maria smirked as she placed a wine glass in front of me. I took it and guzzled the alcohol in one gulp before slamming it down again. My head was buzzing pleasantly, and I eyed Maria hungrily. I wanted to let it all out. I had no idea why. I just needed to.

“So.” She sat down with me and Ava. “Who first?”[/blockquote]

Words;; 1004, not including the OOC thing in the middle of it!
Muse;; Really BAD.
Thoughts;; Ughhhh this isn't a good post. >.< I'm sorry, Don.[/size]

[Kite]

*As Ava lays against Remy, her head on his chest and curled up against his side, she purrs deep within her chest. She felt good. Better than good, actually. Amazing. She was tired, and her skin glistened with sweat, but it felt good. Most exertion, she thought, was not as fun as this. There was actually very little to top this. Maybe just her and Remy next time. That would be even better. What surprised her in all this, she thinks as she kisses his chest, was that he had been so willing after the drinks and the kiss.

Then it hits her.

Ahhhh shit... She has drugs in her lipstick and in her wine that inhibits the inhibitors... it makes you release and want to talk, and to screw. Thats it!

Armed with this knowledge, a plan of action started to form. Dalthan was definately a spy, that was no question. So, when Dalthan gets up to get more of a drink, Ava stands with her and walks to the table with them.

As Remy finally stands and stretches before walking over to the table where we are opening the wines, Dalthan begins to speak. She begins to list peculiarities about the two of us, starting it with the fact that we still have hours, and that causes Ava to start a little bit. Not that she hadn't expected the questions, they had planned for that. It was that Remy stared at the insignia, and was feeling a dismissive feeling from him. A feeling of abandon, and a feeling of extreme desire. Towards Dalthan, of course. Ava knows that if she was still in the dark about the drug that she would be sad about that fact, but she understands now. Drugs could work wonders on the body, if undiscovered. Now however, she could purge them from his body, and they could kill the spy, as they had been told to do.

However, she could feel Remy's desire to tell her, and tried to touch his mind, tried to call out to him with it, and sent waves of worry along as she tried to shut him out. He needed to know! However, the look he gave her actually scared her a little, and she stepped back, a little hurt and surprised. Right then, he grins devilishly, and kisses her on the lips forcefully. She gives into it, and pulls herself to him, answering Dalthan shortly*

I will start, Maria. Hold on a moment.

*She then looks at Remy's face, and hold to him close, and then draws his head down to her, whispering into his ear, and imbues the words with the power inside her.*

Vakna onr hugr!

*With this command, she lets the magic very subtley flow towards Remy and clean the drug that was clouding his mind and judgement out of his system, and block its continued effect. She then gives him a squeeze then turns around to Dalthan.*

Well, hon, I just come from a beautiful family in Petrovya. The men are all regulatedly handsome, and my mother was even more of a beauty that I am now. Thats really all there is to it. I was just born to the right family I guess...

*She smiles up at the now awakened Remy, and winks at him.*

Your turn dear...

*She puts a hand on his side, and tries to contact his mind again.*

She drugged you Remy, to make you let loose and want to talk to her and tell her everything. She is the spy. Would you like to take care of her, or shall I?

*She finally turns back to look at Dalthan, and waits for Remy or her to speak first.*

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Vakna onr hugr - Awaken your mind

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

I was not going to spend the rest of my life like this.

I didn’t care that Remy’s work was ‘the epitome of top secret’. I didn’t care that I was totally forbidden from ever seeing any of it. He’d been pushing me around for way too long. Being alone in that huge old house in Urû’baen while he was doing God knows what in Surda, and then being forced to sleep like some hobo in the Varden camp while he was doing his ninja stuff in the Empire was no fun. I was tired of it. Werecats needed attention, and companionship, and attention, and love, and attention. I had chosen Remy as my companion, and though our bond wasn’t nearly as tight as that between a Rider and dragon, that didn’t make it not important!

Granted, Remy missed his dragon. It was what made him so mean. And I was no replacement for a powerful creature that had sacrificed her own life for his. Maybe I wasn’t. But that gave him no right to avoid me, ignore me, and be so mean to me, especially after all I’d done for him! Who’d overseen the interior decorating of our manor? Me. Who designed his fashionable outfits? Me. Who constantly gave him tips on the latest fads? Me. And who was the only person in the whole world who truly accepted him and liked him for who he was? ME, ME, ME, ME, ME! And yet now he was going crazy over this elf girl he’d met at the Summit. He hated other elves. She was ‘different’, he said. Yeah, right. His sex drive was just returning.

But my point stood. It was high time that Remy stopped moping around and being a total jerk to me, as well as started paying some attention to my needs, starting tonight.

I was in Aberon, several hours behind Remy. I’d let him get ahead of me, and then I’d chartered a chariot to take me to Feinster and then a Varden one to take me down here, which was far slower than the speed of a lone elf. I wasn’t about to walk from Urû’baen to Aberon, though. And I’d gotten here in good time, too. However, it was late, and I was nervous. Now was the time when the creeps and the cutpurses came out, and I was anything but an amazing fighter. And so, though cloaks were totally overrated and overused, not to mention something like 9th-century fashion, I was wearing one. It covered my gorgeous shiny pink strapless dress that ended at mid-thigh, amethyst necklace, bracelets and hair band that had my dyed blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and purple super-high open-toe heels. I would look absolutely awesome if not for the stupid dark brown woolly cloak that made me all scratchy.

And though I hated it, it worked. Nobody paid any attention to the tiny figure in a bad outfit as she scurried through the deserted streets of Aberon. I arrived at the brothel in little to no time- cats, after all, had great orientation. This area was most definitely not deserted, full of hookers and creepers galore, and now I had to dodge the inviting ladies of the night. I hurried towards the Pearl, growing nervous. I slipped through the door, jumping at the jingle it made when it moved, and stopped just inside the building, staring around in disbelief. It looked like a regular tavern. Maybe it was the wrong building? The older woman behind the bar didn’t even look up when I entered.

“Welcome to the Pearl. What can we get for you?” she asked in a bored tone.
“I… I, uh,” I coughed, making my voice deep. “I’m like, looking for this girly guy Remy Kamenwati and this total slut Ava Marsados?”
She looked at a large black leather-bound book in front of her. “No need to disguise yourself, girl. We get a lot like you. There’s no Remy Kamenwati here.” Agh! Stupid me. I should have guessed they wouldn’t be using their real names. “But there is a Remy Kaltone that showed up a few hours ago with Ava Marsados. Did you mean him? They booked one of our most expensive ladies, Maria Dalthan, for the night. They’re busy now, so you might want to come back in the morning. By the gods, the noises coming out of there…” She shuddered. “I’m too old for this tomfoolery.”
“They’re… they’re having sex?” I whispered.
“Well, yes, that is what people tend to do here.”
“They’re having sex?”
“Are you feeling alright?”
“THEY’RE HAVING SEX!”
“Ah. Jilted girlfriend, are you? Just go down the hall to the last door on the right.”

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I didn’t bother to stop Ava as she grabbed the sides of my head, expecting her to plant another kiss on my mouth. Instead, she pushed my face into her chest. Just as enjoyable. I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the feel of soft, warm flesh beneath me. She tucked a few strands of my hair away from my face before leaning in close, whispering into my ear. It was some magical mumbo jumbo instead of sweet nothings like it should have been, so I tried to pull away, muttering in annoyance. She held me up, though, looking directly into my eyes. I tried to pull back again, but then stopped.

Something was changing in me. I suddenly felt more aware, more alert. The intense satisfaction and pleasure I’d been feeling washed away, leaving all my fears and worries to tumble back into my mind. I no longer felt relaxed. My shoulders tensed, and my eyes widened slightly as I remembered the meaning of the words- ‘awaken your mind’. I’d been drugged, and maybe even a little drunk. I drank so rarely, after all. The joy was replaced with something akin to a hangover, and annoyance and anger filled me. I glared back at Ava, only to realize that she was naked. I looked down at myself. I was naked, too. And glancing over at Dalthan, I was dismayed to see that she, too, was bare.

By the gods. I didn’t. I couldn’t have.

Ava was talking to Maria, but I was too shocked, angry, and humiliated to really register the words. I was angry at myself for not being careful that day at the Summit, I was furious with my superiors for making me take care of this job, I was angry at Ava for suckering me into having sex with her, but most of all, I was infuriated by Maria Dalthan. If it wasn’t for her, none of this would have happened. I decided enough was enough. I wasn’t going to play this little ruse any longer, especially when she knew who we were and vice versa. I rose steadily out of my seat, trying to ignore the embarrassment of my nakedness, and rounded on Dalthan. She smiled her placid smile and raised an eyebrow in questioning. I flung myself at her, my metal hand gripping her throat in, literally, an iron grip. She stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed. She lay splayed across it as I squeezed her throat, an oddly expressionless childlike look on her face. However, before I could snap her neck and end it, the door burst wide open.

“REMY!!!”

I turned around, gawking at the figure that had appeared as she gasped in horror. Exotic, cat-like features, golden skin, dyed blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail, blaringly bright pink strapless dress, and a height so puny that even Nemo Ramsey would mock it were easily recognizable. My pain of a werecat Sthenno had arrived. My mouth worked, wanting to scream out the whos, the whats, the wheres, the whens, the whys and the hows, but the sheer bizarreness of the situation left me entirely speechless. She stared at me for a full thirty seconds before rounding on the almost-as-tiny Ava.

“You SLUT! Look what you’ve done to him!” She gave Ava a hard slap across the face. “Don’t worry, Remy! I’ll take care of you until you’re a jerk again!”
“Well well, Mr. Kaltone. Sadomasochism? And gangbanging to boot.” Something cold and slithery wrapped itself around my neck. I tried to swallow, couldn’t, and looked down at Maria again. Her eyes glowed reptilian green. “I’m afraid I don’t offer those services. I believe our time is up, anyway. But I’ll give you one more kiss…”

Her eyes were strangely entrancing. Not even the sudden fangs dripping black venom from her upper teeth made me tear my gaze away. I knew I was being charmed again, but not even the knowledge of it made me want to pull away. I only hoped that Ava would recover from the slap, or even that Sthenno might be able to help me in time.

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[Kite]

*As Remy stands stiffly and steadily, and he walks over to Dalthan, Ava slips to the right, moving towards her clothes carefully. She smiles up at the man, and Ava almost laughs. Its amazing to her that one such as this, a slut and a spy, was unable to notice rage in a completely naked man. Remy was adept at hiding his emotions, but it was clear from the back that he was tensed and angry. She would bet anything that it took all he could do not to shake from the feelings that were flying through his mind. She really did feel slightly guilty for just going along with the threesome. It was part of the cover, of course, but she knew Remy would not be happy about it at all. There were going to be repercussions there, and Ava did truly hope that she wouldn’t lose her chance with the man.

However, Remy then rushes Dalthan, using his metallic arm to hook her neck and hold her to the bed. My, that boy is angry! she thinks as he tenses once more to snap her neck as Ava pulls a dagger from her own clothes to make sure no one who comes in is unfriendly and try to help the woman. However, as all of that plays out, there is a bang of the door and a woman even smaller than Ava yells out Remy’s name. He turns to the woman, and they stare at each other for thirty seconds. As Ava turns to watch Dalthan, she hears the woman yell at her about how she is a slut, and turns her head back as the woman stalks up to her and slaps at her. Ava sees the slap coming and turns her head just slightly so the slap connects with sound and some pain, but she really ignores most of the pain.

She speaks softly after the little woman is done with her rant about watching over Remy until he was “a jerk again”*

Madam, I did nothing to harm him. He was drugged by the whore on the bed, and I removed the influence of the drug from his mind. We are here trying to get this spy-slut out of here for the good of our employers. Your interruption was unnecessary…

*At the end of that sentence, she looks over at Remy again with the prostitute and sees an alarming change in the woman. Her arms have become long and… slithery was the only word she could think of, and one was wrapping around his neck. She has grown long fangs from her front teeth that are now black and shiny, probably with some sort of deadly poison. She turns from the werecat and walks quickly over to the two of them, moving to their sides, just out of the woman’s line of sight. She waits a moment, winks at Remy then lashes out at the woman’s tentacle arm with the dagger, severing it and making the part around Remy’s neck go limp, then holding it point down over Dalthan’s face, using her other hand to hold it steady, applying all of her elven strength to stop her resistance. She then smirks, gathering the power that fuels their magic, and drops the dagger down towards her face, and speaks softly the words of power.*

Hlaupa!

*With her words, the dagger accelerates massively in the short distance to Dalthan’s head, and the dagger enters through her closed mouth, blowing through her lips and teeth and embedding the handle guard against her neck, the point sent through the connection of brain to spinal cord, causing instantaneous death for Maria Dalthan. Both of them are spattered in her blood and Ava brings her other arm up, wiping it off of her face, then smiling softly at Remy, speaking quietly to him*

Jeez, be careful Remy dear. Don’t want you going and getting bitten by a snake…

*She laughs softly then steps away from both of them a little, letting whatever is to happen next happen, because she isn’t sure. She is guilty, having not realized that the man was possibly with another woman. The woman was obviously different, and Ava assumed that she was magical. Her features resemble those of a cat, and her skin was utterly golden. She didn’t sense any magic from her appearance, as sometimes you could, and her size was tiny tiny. Ava was used to being the shortest one around, but obviously she wasn’t in this case. She blinks and then nods, realizing what she is and almost slapping herself for not realizing it earlier. This woman was a werecat. And the woman was utterly in love with Remy. It was obvious through the way she was acting. Ava sort of wanted to back off a little, despite her similar feelings for Remy. This werecat had known him for much longer, and Ava would hate to be that girl. She had heard about that girl in many a tavern and inn across the continent, and she couldn’t imagine doing that to someone. On the other hand, she would also hate to lose him. It was a conundrum, and so she stepped back to see what was going to happen with the other two, figuring that one of them would start trying to figure out what happened, and that no matter what, both of them probably would be angry at her, much to her own distress.*

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

The next few moments of my life were possibly the weirdest and most confusing ones. Instead of freaking out and getting in a proper shouting match with me like a normal person would do, the companion of Remy’s just waved my slap off. There was no way I could be that weak. Like, actually. That would just be embarrassing. That was the first thing. The second thing was that Remy, instead of getting his bony rear in gear and giving the even bigger skank the what for, was just standing over her, his eyes big and his lips quivering. The skank, on the other hand, looked different. Her face took on the appearance of a snake. Her arms turned into tentacles. My mouth dropped open as I realized what she was. I hadn’t ever seen a Lamia before, not even when I’d been in their homeland, the Hellenic Isles. But still, I didn’t know why I hadn’t sensed the stupid thing when they reeked magic and evil like a dead rat. Ew. Maybe I’d been too mad at Remy Kamenwati and his sudden teenage boy urges. Anyway, she was dangerous, and if I didn’t react, she would kill my Remy. I froze up, squirmed, froze up again, flailed, and eventually jumped up and down on the spot, yelling.

“KILL IT! SOMEBODY KILL IT! I AM NOT ABOUT TO LOSE MY REMY TO A BIG, UGLY REPTILE!”

As it turned out, I didn’t have to worry- Ava the hotter-than-me elf babe strolled up and did something absolutely disgusting- she rammed her knife into the Lamia’s mouth. Now, I was a healer. I had seen the good, the bad, and the ugly when it came to wounds. But it was the inflicting of wounds that really bothered me. Even though I hated her, and I wanted her to die instead of Remy, the sight made me clap my hand to my mouth and step away, my eyes wide. The Lamia died, both elves got sprayed with blood, and Remy sort of fell on her body and crumpled up like a turtle retreating into its shell. Ava looked at him, then at me, and then she stepped backwards. Smart move, pointy-ears.

“I am not cleaning that up. Remy, get up and get your clothes on! It’ll be morning soon, and I am not about to spend the day in this craptastic country.”
“What… was that?” he gasped.
“Where’s your miiiind? It was a Lamia, stupid. Fangs and tentaclies.”
“What?”
“I know! It’s ALWAYS the fangs and the tentaclie things! If I had a nickel…”
“No, but that means… she wasn’t from here. She wasn’t a spy.”
“Sure, I guess. But she’s dead. Can we leave now?”
“Ava…” Remy made a fail at getting himself up. “Our work’s not done yet.”
“Can we leave now?”
“I managed to glean some info off her before her mind went totally dead. She’s not in the service of Galbatorix or Nasuada. She got her orders from Yazuac.”
I immediately got bored.
“We should go to her house and… find… stuff.” He coughed.

I suddenly realized that Remy was not himself in the least. No sarcasm, no mild bipolarity, just panic that suddenly reverted into shyness when he got a good look at the still-naked Ava. I thought about what they had just done, and I burned. Infuriated, I stomped over to the door, where two towels had been abandoned, picked them up, and shoved them at Remy and Ava. Remy made another fail as he struggled to cover up his Three Stooges while Ava gracefully wrapped her towel around her bare form with such elegance that it only made me hate her even more. I brushed down my pink dress, held my head high, and tried to forget about the fact that her boobs were about three times bigger than mine. And her hips. And her ass. And her lips.

“RIGHT,” I snapped, inhaling deeply and sticking out my chest as far as it would go. “Then let’s go. The sooner we do, the sooner we can leave this Turda.”

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Thoughts;; It's awful and rushed. DX Please forgive me! I haven't written with Sthenno in six months!

[Kite]

*Ava just stands quietly by as they have a quick little talkfest, and Ava watches Remy and nods when he reveals the information gained off this... Lamia creature. She knows the name, but she had never really studied them. She had really just ignored their existence. Or just never thought of it really. She never thought she would run into them.

Then again, a lot of what she never figured would happen was, in fact, happening often. The summit had gone extremely awry, his "brother" had become an Imperial Rider, she was assigned with Remy on a mission that had resulted in a night of steamy sex...

That, however, mattered not. He had discovered that the Lamia was from Yazuac. Yazuac of all places. They must have gotten their rebuilding done extremely quickly.... Either way, when Remy awkwardly says that they had to go search the Woman-thing's home, she just simply nodded, and noticed what was making him awkward.

Oops.

Ava turns to the woman who barged in and takes the towel from her, wrapping it around her body and speaking softly to her.*

Thank you...

*She then turns back to Remy and speaks again.*

I agree, Remy. We should check it out before her contacts, whoever they are, find out about her demise... I wonder what Yazuac would have against the Varden...

*She thinks on it a moment, and the only thing that could have traced back to the Varden itself was that her family was Daran had been possessed a few years ago, before the destruction of the city, to butcher Varden spies and their families. That could make their families angry enough to retaliate, but that was nothing on the slaughter of the enitre city that they could blame on the King. Why would they attack those best situated to destroy the King for that travesty...

Either way, she smiles softly to both of them, and nods to Remy.*

I think we had best get our clothes and leave quickly, lest we be detained until Nasuada can get us out... Which would be too long for what we need to do.

*She steps over to the door and looks at both of them, waiting for them to decide the next move.*

--- Note: I noticed that I switched Ava's speaking color to Green the last couple posts, and im gonna keep it that way. Its just her color i guess. It has been in multi-chara threads so i may as well keep it at least. sorry! ---