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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 20, 2010 15:57:48 GMT -5
Freja decided her best to get to know this part of a town better, As a matter of fact she rarely went into the city. The last time she did she somehow ended up adopting and breaking a bird with some hilly billy named Dusty with too many freckles.
Freja had never tried alcohol before. So she went to one of the taverns in nightsDOORSTEP, where she knew alcohol was cheap. Freja saw a place that looked like it had seen one bar fight too many and would stay open until the next morning and decided to visit.
Freja opened the door to the tavern and looked back and forth,"Hello?"she asked. Most people were too busy or loud too notice and those who did shot her nasty looks. She saw a bottle come flying across the room and hit the wall next to her head. "Oh my..."Freja smiled.
She headed across the bar,avoiding any throwing darts or any more bottles the best she could. She saw a proper looking red-headed woman Freja assumed she could make conversation with and sat next to her. "What a strange place."Freja told the woman, tapping her fingernails against the bar.
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Post by Kyme Reinhilde on Jul 20, 2010 16:16:57 GMT -5
"Refill, please and thank you~" Tapping the empty glass with an elegant flicker of her wrist, Kyme sent it across the counter in a smooth glide, stopping just in the bartender's reach. The liquor here was..mediocre, to say at best. But she was here for information, not drinks. Not many appreciates the gossips that frequent these seedy taverns, but as a trained assassin, she has long learned the methods of obtaining accurate and free information.
That being said, getting some leads would have to wait... The flame-maned assassin grinned as she caught a slim blond silhouette in her periphery vision. Tall, well-endowed, and meticulously dressed to boot, she does believe she spies a noble lady. But what is a flower of a girl doing outside that deary castle in a place like this?
Looks like she'd find out soon, seeing as the blond took a seat next to hers. Kyme turned sideways, swirled her newly refilled liquor, and flashed the newcomer her signature smile. "Strange, milady?" She quoted, "But perhaps you miss the beauty of this tavern." She looked around, appreciation evident in her violets. "Lawless...free...fully intone with men's baser instincts. And of course, with the addition of a beauty such as a yourself, this 'paradise' is truly complete."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 20, 2010 16:28:36 GMT -5
Freja looked around the tavern herself following Kyme's eyes as she looked around it,trying to find the same beauty in this hell that made Kyme seem to think it was some sort of heaven. But alas,one man's garbage was always another's treasure.
Freja grinned at being called a beauty and turned to face Kyme. "My,it's not every day I get compliments from someone when I'm not complimenting myself..."she admitted, twirling a piece of her blond hair as she ordered some red wine (to which the bartender gave an odd look towards Freja.)
"You look like you come from somewhere else..."Freja said tapping her lips with an index finger,"You're the third red-head I've come across this week. How odd,please tell me your name..."Freja took a sip of the red wine and in her eyes grew wide in disgust, not used to the taste. But she swallowed it down with some displeasure.
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Post by Kyme Reinhilde on Jul 20, 2010 16:41:50 GMT -5
An dainty eyebrow lifted itself at the lady's order. Red wine? In this part of town? That's just asking for disasters. But she supposed not everyone is well-versed in life on the streets. It was no surprise to her, therefore, as the blond visibly cringed in disgust at a taste of the unknown red liquid. Perhaps she should have issued a warning... If the girl's lucky, that would merely be terrible table wine, if not...who knows what it might be.
"Kyme, at your service" She replied simply, "And may I be honored by milady's name? Or, if you'd prefer, I could continue to refer to you as the mysterious and regal beauty." She flirted, giving her real name without restraint. Although her name alone would have inspired fear and awe in the Underworld, there's no way a properly bred young lady like the one before her would know of it.
"And milady presumes correctly," she continued, "I do indeed come from elsewhere..." A dramatic pause as she took another sip of the spicy alcohol. "But that's a long tale, and I'd rather not tell it in a tavern. The walls have ears after all."
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 20, 2010 16:50:14 GMT -5
"Freja Gudjondottir,"Freja replied despite being flattered by the red-head's flirtatious offer. "I am Anactoria's cousin."she explained doing a slight bow out of respect. "Kyme...odd name."Freja repeated to herself out loud.
She then giggled and propped her elbow on the bar and leaned against it, then rested her chin on her hand. She could ask the usual questions but what fun would that be? So Freja decided to get straight to the point " Tell me Kyme..."
"Do you know what torture is?"
Freja asked in a playful and flirtatious tone,much like the one Kyme was using. But the question she had asked, no matter how it was interpreted was dead serious. "Because if you don't,I know a place where I can show you what it is..."
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Post by Kyme Reinhilde on Jul 20, 2010 17:04:15 GMT -5
Anactoria's counsin... The Master Assassin mused the introduction in her mind. Why, isn't Anactoria the crowned princess of this empire? If the said girl is fond of her relatives at all, then doing the sort of things she had in mind with this blond might prove to her detriment. Then again, bedding nobility, much less one with ties to royalty, now that, is a challenge. And Kyme was never one to step down from challenges.
The sudden question snapped her out of her musings and violets found themselves suddenly focused on the girl before her, with a somewhat startled look. Excuse me? She thought, studying the noble before her with newfound interest. Able to pinpoint the drop of a pin amidst a cluster of other sounds, there's no way she heard the question wrong. How strange it is though, for this innocent looking blond before her to ask such a pointed question.
All the more interesting then.
Titling her chin with an arrogant smirk, Kyme let go of her polite pretenses. "Torture my dear?" She held those lovely blue eyes with her eye own violets, which were dancing with mirth. "I prefer a more direct method..." A pause and another sip. "But of course, if my lovely Freja would be so kind as to show me the alternative, I'm more than happy to comply." Now this, was truly intriguing. She was tired of shy and innocent ladies anyway, can this blond before her surprise her even more?
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 20, 2010 17:20:26 GMT -5
This Kyme girl seemed surprised at the question. Freja had suspected Kyme to be of the few to understand what Freja was getting at since the woman seemed like she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks but she didn't. Which was fine with Freja since she needed someone who didn't understand.
Freja let out another giggle, this one more triumphant and confident then the last,"You seem to the be one eager for learning..."she said standing up. She forgot to pay the bartender but he seemed busy so she was sure she could sneak out before he noticed.
Freja reached for Kyme's hand pulling her away from the bar and trying to maneuver through tables and between high-waymen (Freja noticed one seemed to be more of a high-way woman with blond hair,but she decided not to comment on that),criminals, and poor peasants who simply wanted a night out.
Freja gave Kyme a flirty wink as they made it safely to the door,"Come on..."she then laughed again as she reached for Kyme's arm, tenderly attaching herself to it and leading her down the street with the moon to guide them.
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