spiderwife: (we gonna lose our minds tonight)
ARAÑA ([personal profile] spiderwife) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 07:18 pm

yo check it out, i've got a plan

Date & Time: today! evening!!
Location: SOME BAR
Characters: Mansbane & Mankiller (Licyn & Araña)
Summary: a wolf and a spider met in a bar...
Warnings: prooobably not?

[ Exsilium, she has to admit, is not so bad. True, there's no Samhain, but there's also no one that knows her face. Not one single person in this bar can report her to the authorities for anything. Gods, that feels good. And if she doesn't talk about being fresh off the transporter pad, people are generally friendly, too. (She'd picked up fast on how being a Transport was Bad, and she keeps that part quiet now.)

She's on her forth drink now, only one of which she bought herself. Unfortunately, she's just about done with it, so it's pretty close to time to find someone to treat her to another one. She casts a look around the bar, and... him. Yeah. He'll do.

She hops off of her stool and starts toward a scruffy looking guy, already smiling. As soon as she's close enough, she clinks her glass down onto the countertop, eyes on him.
]

Look. It's almost empty. Fucking tragedy, right?
bravelyrunsaway: (consider; take a walk on the wild side)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2013-07-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( There are really only two reasons to look away from a beautiful woman, and one of them is a creature so startlingly new that one cannot help but blink and straighten up to evaluate what kind of threat the new creature is.

Quite like appreciation, but with a great deal of evaluation and a tendency to slide out of back-alley doors when situations looked less than optimal.

Licyn has never seen a monkey before, unless that hideous, flying creature of fur and fetid stench that was on the island counted as a monkey (and some biologists he will never meet would lambast him for his simplicity, in mistaking an ape for a monkey!), and as such was watching the entirety of their movements with keen observation.

Not so very drunk as he's been allowing himself to seem, up to this point. The similarities in structure between the monkey and a small child has him tilting his head, finally looking away from the monkey back to the woman.

Araña. Esteban. Interesting, and quite possibly trouble. No... as his eyes wander back appreciatively to her cleavage (hey, they're there, she's showing, he can just hope that sharing would ever be a nice action past the already nice thought), he decides that's the picture of definite trouble. )


Him and half the nobles I've run across.

( His lips quirk up in a lopsided smirk when he bothers meeting her gaze again. )

That, or they're just full of it. A pleasure to meet you, Araña, as much as it's a pleasure to meet any beautiful woman while half drunk surrounded by the intxicating scents of sweat, bad ale, and whatever else I'll refrain from naming. For Esteban's sake.

( He says with a wink, gesturing to the monkey as the barkeep returns with their drinks. Licyn's hand falls back next to the glass, brushing against the side of the tumbler. )

Wouldn't want to offend his sensibilities.
bravelyrunsaway: (glance; in the pouring rain)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2013-07-14 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( He lifts his glass to tip it toward his companion, a lazy sort of acknowledgement. How long has he been here?

He breathes in, wishing his nose was as sensitive as it would be in his shaggier form. )


I stumbled in not too long ago.

( He weighs the probabilities of him dealing with another Transport, versus a native. He'd stumbled in to the island now much like two months or so prior, barely a blink passing for him between one moment and the next.

He supposes a low risk way of bringing that particular question to the forefront would be easy enough to do. After all, his pleasure in being here wasn't usually common, if it let him easily slide in with various exiles in their complaints and revelries. )


Even picked up a trinket to commemorate the occassion.

( He tugs on a bit of heavy twine around his neck, pulling on it enough to make the top of something roundish peep up over the top of his loose shirt. )

Though you could say it was more of a strongly recommended acquiring.

( To put it lightly. Not that Licyn bothered resisting. Oh, sure, he'll take this random object -- oh, a compass? that's probably useful! do you have swords that aren't magic? yes? good, show me those -- not searing well leave him alone!

Allowing the compass to slide back down, Licyn straightens with the same lazy grace that could almost pass as intoxicated. His eyes were a little too alert, not quite glossy enough, but he had to admit he wasn't trying very hard today.

He's curious in spite of himself. )


And you?

( If so, what's she fishing for? )
bravelyrunsaway: (really; we were born to die)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2013-07-26 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
( Oh, the imprint is invisible, now that she knows to look for it.

A monkey is not where he appreciates his wide eyed fascination. It does, however, merit a wink from Licyn at the monkey -- hey there. )


Funny, they offered something like that. ( A vague gesture with his hand as he sips at his alcohol. ) I told them to keep their magic away from me. Ah, but I do take their money. Wouldn't be much of a mercenary to pretend to work for free.
bravelyrunsaway: (hold up; let me kiss you hard)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2013-07-26 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
( He quirks up an eyebrow at the question. )

Am I being paid well enough to be competent?

( Not that he'd run himself through, but he searing well would run off if he was getting shit pay and the situation got even shittier.

So. )
bravelyrunsaway: (glance; in the pouring rain)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2013-08-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
( His own look back is equally derisive -- but damningly curious as well. )

Yes, I can so clearly tell from the immense and awe inspiring reputation that preceeds you.

( A lazy movement of his hand sends the remaining contents of his glass swirling -- he continues the motion, considering his new 'friend' with renewed interest. )

You have the purse to back that up, or just the will?