[open] oh mommy dear, we're not the fortunate ones

[songofvalor]

Date & Time: The entire event
Location: All over the place
Characters: Leliana and YOU
Summary: Leliana is now five years younger and a complete bitch who will try to manipulate/seduce/intimidate/rob/bribe/poison you for your belongings/information/leverage/her own general amusement WHICH IS ALWAYS FUN AM I RIGHT. Operative word being "try" here: She's a professional criminal, but she is in no way perfect.
Warnings: I will try to avoid violence and sexual content, but I can't promise anything.
Note: I'll be responding with internationalorlesianspy

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Leliana woke up in a foreign bed. It was a familiar scenario in an unfamiliar setting; when she geared up and stepped outside, she knew she wasn't in Orlais anymore, let alone Thedas. The buildings were tall and unusual; distorted in a way that surpassed her wildest dreams. Everywhere she looked, there were magical artifacts that whirred and screeched when she tried to figure out their purpose, and so she gave up on them eventually.

Orlesian bards weren't supposed to be confused; they were supposed to be in control, or at least project the image of somebody in control, because lack of information demonstrated weakness and weakness could be exploited. She knew somebody dragged her here to confuse her, but who exactly? She had few friends and many, many enemies. Whoever they were, they stepped up their game.

But not for long. The Game might've moved to a new location, but she was still determined to win it.

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Leliana could be found in various places, often gritty, seedy and dark -- places a pretty girl would think twice being at. She would be that one woman stood above the others with a dress too tight and lips too red, sipping a drink slowly as if savoring its every drop. Perhaps she gave you a smile that invited friendship and so much more. Perhaps she stepped onto a stage, once, and sang a haunting melody that would stay with you when your eyes are closed. Whatever it was that drew you to her, you know that she's interested in you and you alone.

Maybe you didn't find her at a bar or a tavern at all; you found her in the street, covered in a thick cloak and looking very much like she was very cold and very desperate. Maybe you were having lunch alone after a nice shopping spree and suddenly, there was a perky redhead that approached your table and complimented you on your shoes. Maybe you were just sitting around at a park and a polite, demure looking woman asked to share a bench with you.

Whatever it was, you're here now.

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[vaudevil]

Like Leliana, Lee had been sticking to seedy locations since he didn't feel like being in the more upscale areas. More fun can be had in places like this. He didn't care. He was the adopted son of one of the richest families in the world, so why should he? Dressed in black leather with not much to cover his chest other than a vest with a white unicorn on the back, pants that matched and boots, he wasn't in it for the appearance this time.

At the bar, he turned his head after he made his drink order of one of the strongest drinks they had with a slow turn to his head toward Leliana's direction. Her appearance was something that caught his attention and fast. Women like her were often dangerous, beautiful and deadly. It didn't feel the least bit foreign to Lee that he would find anyone like her in a place like this and both stood out clearly.

He made his approach with no caution at all. "I'm guessing you already heard all the cheesy lines so I'll cut to the chase. Are you with someone?"

He often came to places like this alone back home. He didn't care one way or the other. People used each other for sex, money, company, it didn't matter. Friendship never came so easily.

[internationalorlesianspy]

Ah, yes. She expected this. She was hoping to find someone shady to get information from, someone desperate for coin or a woman's touch, but this would do.

She eyed this mysterious man hungrily, an eyebrow raised in interest. In truth, she was checking out his possessions more than the person itself; his clothes and posture suggested affluence and youth -- a rebellious man that wanted to spend all his parents' money and run with the big boys. Cute.

"Non. You're welcome to sit with me, if you like."

[vaudevil]

Mistaking that hungry look for something more physical than financial, Lee was oblivious to her desires and slipped onto the seat next to her.

"Good, I would hate to bruise my knuckles this early." He grinned.

Rebellious was the best way to describe Lee's attitude at this moment in his life. He didn't care as long as his needs were met and sometimes it didn't matter if he was forced to be cordial. This wasn't one of those times. He wanted to have a good time and being affluent was just a small part of his problems.

Truth be told, he was just the adopted son and never the true heir like he was told to believe.

[internationalorlesianspy]

How typically macho! Whatever made him feel better about himself, she supposed. She giggled coyly, twirling a long, lock of red hair with her finger. Instead of making a remark about it, she rested a hand on Lee's knee and leaned forward.

"Antoinette," she whispered softly, hotly into his ear.

[vaudevil]

Her whisper sent a chill down his spine as he closed his eyes and allowed the name to sink into his memory. Oh, how he wanted to hear her moan his name but this wasn't the time or the place. Her hand upon his knee was a tantalizing action and one that he couldn't just simply ignore. So dangerous...so tempting, he didn't ignore her hand or the electrifying sensation she was giving him. He was drawn in like a moth to the flame.

"Chaolan." His own name was spoken with a husky tone that wasn't nearly as raspy as his older self from years of smoking and drinking that abused his voice.

[internationalorlesianspy]

This was going as smoothly as she intended. She decided he wasn't sufficiently ensnared, though; ideally, she wanted him to be in a position where he would willingly give up his money to her, but anywhere close to that would have to do. She smiled at him before leaning away and resuming her earlier position, suddenly finding her half-finished drink incredibly riveting.

[vaudevil]

He looked over at 'Antoinette' with a lean forward. His hand lightly rubbed her back. He was a lot more forward than his previous self. Everyone was either a part in his life or they were background noise that often faded away within minutes. He could tell that she was playing a little game of cat and mouse. It made him smirk.

"I'm boring you already? That's a record. I thought my professors did a good enough job curing insomnia." His finger tip lightly stroked the length of the glass subconsciously. He denied himself on more than one occasion. Maybe he shouldn't be so closed off this time.

[for_guild_justice]

Clive tended to stray to the dark, seedy and gritty places, finding them easy to move through and hear little tidbits of information. His dark cloak hood was pulled up high, hiding most of his face save his chin, but he was fully capable of seeing out of it to his surroundings. He ghosted through the areas without a sound, finding it curious that a pretty young woman was also in the area.

She was obviously good enough to defend herself, which immediately made him think that she too was a predator in her own right. It reminded him of someone, two people actually, and he wondered why all the notoriously dangerous people that he had encountered happened to be women. A sweet smile couldn't hide the wolf the was under the sheep's clothing and he knew his way around such circles, having lived his life with them.

He initially kept his distance, watching as she worked over various others, standing to the shadows. She was good, but not perfect, no Knight-Class that was for certain. She knew her trade, and he could appreciate that. Soon enough he was going to have to start an assassins guild in this place to gather all the wealth of skills in one place so they knew their own territories well enough.

Yet, how easy would it be to pick off the competition? That heavy cloak and desperate look wasn't fooling him, so he watched because predators were so good at sensing each other.

[OOC: Don't mind violence or otherwise :| He might start it first anyway. Feel free to have at it!]

[assworthsaving]

If there is one place he's spent some time in it's seedy dives throughout the world. They all carry at least one common factor: no one that frequents them is up to any good. Only the shadiest of characters can be found, or people looking to overhear information that wouldn't otherwise be known. Information that might come with a price. And while Drake wasn't in one for trouble, this is the crowd of people he is used to dealing with in his line of work.

He's been there for some time, occupying a lone table off in the corner, one that provided a decent view of the bar without drawing too much attention to himself. His appearance is weathered, though he is concentrating on something in the distance and nursing his third glass of whiskey- the only thing keeping him warm. Pencil in hand and journal open, his eyes occasionally drift upward for a moment before focusing on the page in front of him. They were quick, stolen glances that would go unnoticed by most people. The subject of his focus is a beautiful woman that, at a glance, has no business being in such a run-down establishment. But the air about her, something about the way she presents herself, shone through the dreary surroundings and practically demanded his attention. Her clothing is dated, her body language all too casual and comfortable given where she is, but something in her eyes fueled his curiosity and artistic drive. They were intense, though her features soft, and Drake knew better than to assume such a pretty face was innocent. It isn't just from experience that he knows this, having seen enough exotic women with unpredictable personalities, but something about her is tipping him off. Her smile, perhaps, a bit too friendly, the dress that accented all the right features...

Either way she has caught his attention and he felt compelled to begin sketching her. It is his much needed distraction. He has sketched people before, places mostly, maybe by drawing whatever caught his interest it would eventually add up to a new lead or an interesting adventure. His hand moves quickly with short, soft strokes touching the paper. The sketch is mostly complete and all he needs to do is add the finishing touches.