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Author Topic: Who are you to wave your finger  (Read 191 times)

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Who are you to wave your finger
« on: Jul 12, 17, 07:31:43 PM »
Sophieneck was one of the best places for a beer in Kanonberg, the capital of Markoth and one of the only legitimate 'cities' of Rihland. Even that, it was nothing compared to the splendor of something like Port City, which Konstantin made a point of visiting once a month to check on his business interests. But even despite how far above Konstantin felt above the standard hairy, bearded Rihlander, he was still a Rihlander and he liked his beer strong and his food hardy.

Atop that, Konstantin had recently been made a part of the First Circle to the Court of Markoth. While Katrien was busy trying to rule, Konstantin had been continuing his business interests and making certain that the money still flowed into Rihland. It was a little infuriating how the rest of his people didn't seem to care about such things. They felt that hard labor was the only thing needed to make themselves happy. Konstantin, however, saw the lifting of the sealed borders as a gold mine of opportunity and took advantage of it. Elbremov was someone Konstantin neither celebrated nor vehemently hated. His ascendence had made Konstantin's life better, and so he kept his eyes away from the Black Mountain and on the ground.

Well... not only the ground.

His eyes swept across the spacious pub and he noticed the pair of wings first. The owner of them drew his eyes more, as the Eyrien woman was certainly attractive. Having fucked an Eyrien or two in his life, Konstantin did not hold the knee-jerk hatred of them as the rest of his people. He had disliked them when they were in power, but he saw the virtue of sucking up to them to get things done. Now that they were out of power, well... there wasn't much reason to worry about them.

In fact, it surprised him to find that there was an Eyrien Queen at all. Let alone one in a bar.

There was a lot of talk going on, though, nearby him as he entered. Some nasty words being said, some unfitting things. And though she wasn't his Queen (and let's be honest, she was a fair sight prettier than the nude-faced, living-in-the-woods-looking woman who held his leash), he could tell already by how she dressed and carried herself she was a woman worth paying attention to.

Besides, Rihlander Landens were being made every day. Eyrien Queens were not.

"What did you say?" Konstantin snarled down at the trio of miners who were grumbling out their racist epitaths in the corner. His voice was loud enough to draw attention, his eyes something to make note, but the Purple Dusk over his suit made them pause, and the obvious fact that he was a Warlord Prince made them stop altogether.

"Get out of here." He snarled. And when they began to protest, his words took on an even sharper edge. "And if I so much as smell you, I'll spread your blood across the fucking walls."

Mollified, the mood of the entire bar shifted. Things had gone deathly silent as the trio of miners got up from their seats and quickly hurried out, but not without some bad looks toward the Eyrien Queen.

All smiles when he straightened out, Konstantin spread his arms. "Are we not all countrymen now, friends? Let's pay the proper respect, eh?" Walking to the bar, he quickly ordered and paid for a large mug of ale, and made his way over to Yserian's table.

His eyes locked on hers, regardless of her escort, he acted as if they weren't even there. "Hello, Lady. Can I join you at your table?"

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #1 on: Jul 25, 17, 09:57:40 AM »
Yserian wasn’t the kind of Queen to shy away from establishments of ill repute. Some of them she liked, mostly because of the beer. But, as she did with all of them, upon stepping into this little bar, she paused, holding her wings close to her body as she removed her cloak and took in the layout of the place.

Her brother had suggested this bar. There were connections here to be made that she wouldn’t be able to make in a Courtly setting. Sera was fine with that. She gave a thin, tight lipped smile towards the bartender that was eyeing her warily and continued scanning the room for...well, she wasn’t really sure what she was looking for but if it was going to be anywhere, it was going to be here. She wasn’t going to wait for her brother to finish up chatting with the men outside though. She wanted to get in and get out before she drew more attention than she already was.

The mood in the bar, obviously, shifted, and Yserian bristled inwardly. Part of her hated how she was looked upon with disdain now, her wings the subject of mockery or insults. She rustled them unconsciously. She tucked her cloak over her arm and strode angrily towards the nearest empty table, declaring it hers by plopping down on the bench and spreading her wings wide enough to force other people to give her room but not so wide as to make it really obvious. Why did Rihlanders have to be such assholes?

To confirm her train of thought, there was a trio of...lowlives or degenerates...whatever, Yserian couldn’t really tell, but they kept eyeing her with suspicion at best and outright hatred normally. Yserian caught one of them sneering at her and she sneered back. Bring it, coward. She had her knife on her, she knew how to fight. Her brother was right outside the door too, so if anyone got any stupid ideas, they’d have not only a pissed off Queen, they’d have a raging Green Warlord hot on her heels.

The trio of assholes escalated their conversation until someone else pointedly noticed and snarled, “What did you say?” Yserian’s attention snapped to the speaker. Male, Warlord Prince? Dangerous, she could scent that, but not Dark. Well, dark, yes, because of the suit he was wearing, but not Dark in Jewels. The man stood, chased the jerks out of the bar with a few sharp words about spilling blood (Warlord Prince, then, definitely), and then became all smiles and charming. “Are we not all countrymen now, friends?”

Yserian huffed with wry laughter. Fuck that.

While her cheerful compatriot went to the bar, a servant brought her a mug of ale and scampered off. Yserian tucked her wings a little tighter, now a little less sure of being so arrogant here. She had shifted her eyes towards the door, looking for her brother, when she heard, “Hello, Lady. Can I join you at your table?”

She looked up at the Warlord Prince who declared himself her champion for no reason. Rihlander. Not unattractive but not her usual type.

Her brow furrowed. Why would a Rihlander stand up for her? Was he just hoping to get into her pants?

Think that was the case, because there were people who just wanted the bragging rights of saying they fucked a Queen, Yserian let it color her expression and tone as she replied, “Sure.” She waved towards the empty bench across from her. After he sat, she leaned a bit forward to say in a low voice, “You didn’t have to do that. I could have handled myself if they decided to cause trouble.” At least, she was pretty sure she could have. And all it would have taken was one mental shout to her brother outside to make sure that she didn’t get really hurt.

Notably, she didn't thank him for what he had done. She didn't think she should. She took a healthy drink of ale and said, "So what do you want?" At least her tone sounded a little lighter now, like she was more curious and less likely to stab him for looking at her funny.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #2 on: Jul 27, 17, 02:43:44 PM »
Escortless (at least visibly), Konstantin played the part of a proper Warlord Prince. Certainly he stood out from his people, what with his smooth face and his suit when most Rihlander men preferred long hair, beards, and sheepskin. Most Rihlander men found Eyrien women disgusting too, where as Konstantin had gained great pleasure from their company in the past. The fierceness of an Eyrien woman, the wings as an extra point of contact, and the look of them were something he rather enjoyed.

It was, of course, not just pleasure that brought him to Yserian's table. Certainly having her naked beneath him would be a plus, but it was the Caste that brought him to her side. He could have smelled her from outside of the inn. What was an Eyrien Queen doing in his Lady's domain? Why wasn't she in an unmarked grave somewhere, or buried beneath the remains of Svetlana's rule?

"Oh, I know you could have handled yourself. You look fully capable. But you shouldn't have to. You're a Queen. That's what Warlord Princes are for.." Konstantin extended a hand toward her to take her own, and if she offered it he would lean down to place a kiss upon her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. And if she didn't, he would lean in just a touch with a smile worming its way on a face that would be handsome if it belonged to a less cruel man. "To protect Queens."

Regardless of whether she accepted his touch or not, he would lower his hand. "I am Prince Timur, a part of Queen Raske's First Circle. She's the Province Queen of Markoth now. I've not met an Eyrien Queen for some time. Since Lady Svetlana ruled. What brings you down here, Lady?

Besides, of course, the excellent ale and the good company."

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #3 on: Aug 08, 17, 02:57:16 PM »
Yserian let him politely kiss her knuckles, giving him an attempt at a coquettish smile, but the rest of his flattery got him nowhere with her. She tended to be a blunt sort of person, so overly charming ones or ones who didn’t get to the point within reasonable time just annoyed her because she saw it as a waste of her time.

But she knew who Lady Raske was. That was the Queen that Yserian reported to. It should have been reversed, with Yserian leading the Province since she had the years (if not the experience) on Katrien but instead, Yserian was forced to kiss ass and work with the Rihlander like it wasn’t a bone lodged in her craw.

The light of the end of that tunnel was that Katrien would die long before Yserian ever got a gray hair, so all the Eyrien Queen had to do was wait. She’d get the Province soon enough.

At least she isn’t Glacian, Yserian reminded herself. Rihlands were native. Glacians were not. And Yserian loathed being in the same room with that Glacian Queen that ruled that flowery District up north. It didn’t matter that she was pleasant and easy mannered -- she was alien, with her a pale features and different sort of name. So Yserian would take having to work with a Rihland Queen, who could be cowed because of the past, over working with a Glacian one who thought Rihland was just an extension of Glacia’s Territory.

“I know who Lady Raske is,” Yserian told Konstantin. She shot the Warlord Prince a snarky sort of look. “She’s my boss. I’m Queen of the Altai District.” Yserian tilted her head to the side proudly, tossing her dark hair, and said, “I’m Yserian Aethelas.” Her tone boldly told him that she expected him to know who she was, since, obviously, if he was First Circle, then he knew the Queens that reported Lady Raske, right?

“As to why I’m here,” she went on, turning her gaze towards her ale. Her finger etched dewy circles along the frosty mug. “My brother says the ale and food is great but there’s some things I can find here that I can’t find elsewhere.”

She purposefully kept it coy and vague to draw him out. She wanted to know more about this male before she revealed her true purpose here. If he reported to Lady Raske, then she had no reason to trust him with her secret -- she wanted information about people who resisted Kalvar’s rule, specifically her brothers who had dropped off the planet to dredge up resistance. If Konstantin was loyal to Katrien, Yserian might just toy with him, take him to bed to make it seem like she was a wanton sort of woman, and then move on to find another informant.

She licked her lips, raised her mug, and asked, “What brings you here? Besides the hope of finding Queens in need of saving?”

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #4 on: Sep 06, 17, 03:10:44 PM »
"Oh!" Konstantin offered a very surprised sound, his eyes widening in a touch of shock. It was clear she'd given him an unexpected revelation, and he blushed just a touch in embarassment as he issued a laugh. "I'm terribly sorry. I just joined Kat's Court just this last week, and am now starting to feel out all of the political connections. Please forgive me, Lady Aethelas, I didn't know who you were!"

Konstantin could have continued to fumble, but he was a Warlord Prince and a damned fine negotiator, so rather than let his faux pas dominate the conversation he transitioned it into a talking point between them. "Let's chalk up my moment of near-heroism then as acting out for my new Queen, eh? Or I'll tell anyone who asks that you saw me and commanded me to do my Lady's Bidding. Whatever you like better as a story." The Rihlander Warlord Prince offered a smooth grin to the Eyrien beauty before him, not seemingly put off by her wings or her status.

"Well, since I've already found the most beautiful Queen worth saving around here -- I'll have to focus on my other tasks. I'm a businessman -- one of the few that trade outside of Rihland's borders. In case you hadn't noticed I don't look like most of my other countrymen.." He gestured to his fine suit and clean-shaven face. "I do quite a lot of business with Little Terreille and Nharkava, who border us. Clothes, Beer, Ale, harder things besides. I'm interested in building a rather large store here that will sell mostly import products; treasures from across the mountains as it were."

He waved it off, seemingly bored with the topic and he cupped his ale with both hands, leaning closer to Yserian with a grin. "Besides -- you didn't really need saving. But I appreciate you allowed me to pretend I saved you. I do like to play the part of Prince in the Shining Suit, so I thank you for that opportunity.

You didn't say, of course, what you were looking for -- besides Warlord Princes that save beautiful Queens."
And if there was some coy, playful banter in his smile, could one blame him?

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #5 on: Sep 22, 17, 11:13:38 AM »
Yserian doubted he had joined Lady Raske’s First Circle last week and the look she gave him told him that she didn’t believe his excuse but she didn’t call him out on it so it was let slide. A man like him...well, there was something about him that made Yserian think he knew all sorts of connections, political or not, but that it was in his best interest to also hide what he knew. "Let's chalk up my moment of near-heroism then as acting out for my new Queen, eh? Or I'll tell anyone who asks that you saw me and commanded me to do my Lady's Bidding. Whatever you like better as a story,” he said.

Yserian tilted her head slightly to the side, her dark hair brushing against wing and shoulder. “Or, you’re just a nice guy who likes to save damsels in distress,” she suggested wryly, her smile matching her voice. She listened to him talk about his public business -- trading wares and whatnot from other Territories -- and her head tilted further in curiosity and the fingers that rested on the table near her ale softly tapped the wood.

“You didn't say, of course, what you were looking for -- besides Warlord Princes that save beautiful Queens," he said. She didn’t scoff but the look in her eyes told him that his flattery wasn’t going to get him much further if he continued.

“You should have been a bard, Prince Timur, with that silver tongue of yours,” Yserian replied. “I bet it makes you popular with the ladies.” She said that last one with a slight stressing, intending to emphasize that she was a Queen and not some naive, gold-digging witch.

She leaned forward, her smile taking on a lazy, predatory hint to it, as she said, “I...am looking for information, Prince. Information about people. Lost family.” She kept her smoldering gaze on him while she took a drink of her beer and gauged his reaction. “Do any of your...trade... connections have that sort of thing?” she asked.

If he didn’t know of anyone that could help her, she would most likely finish her beer and leave. Although, if he gave her a least some witty conversation, she might stay for a second one. He was good to look at it, even if he was a Rihlander, and the way he looked at her wings wasn’t a look of disgust or hatred. It was almost...sensual appreciation...and she was intrigued by that look. Absently, she shifted her wings to watch his reaction to them again. Maybe he was one of those men who liked bedding Eyrien women because Rihland ones were so...boring.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #6 on: Sep 22, 17, 02:11:15 PM »
Yserian's smile and banter was a little more playful than Konstantin expected. Though she made it a point to indicate that he would only get so far with banter alone; given her distinction that she was a Queen rather than just some witch who was impressed by money and a nice suite.

But she was partially impressed by them, he was certain. Not enough to leap into bed with him right away, but he'd gotten a seat with her and gotten a conversation. More than nothing by far. "Alas I'm a terrible storyteller and an even worse singer. My head is best for business and for the occasional need for violence." He returned her predatory smile as she leaned in, and as she moved her wing his eyes moved over to wash over the sinuous limb with a slow appreciation.

He wasn't deterred by her look, if anything it seemed to help keep him in his seat.

"See. I knew you weren't really in distress, Lady Aethelas." He said coyly, leaning in to her so that they were much nearer than just a casual conversation. His smile was conspirotal as he lowered the volume of his voice to a much more private tone. "You were just looking for the right person at the right time...

Who so happens to be myself. What sort of information are you looking for, my Lady? I would be happy to be of use to you.

After all..."
He lifted his mug up to clink against hers, his smile deepening. "We're all on the same team these days, are we not?"

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #7 on: Oct 04, 17, 11:25:32 AM »
"After all..." He lifted his mug up to clink against hers, his smile deepening. "We're all on the same team these days, are we not?" She held his gaze for a long moment. Eventually, one eyebrow slowly arched in amusement.

“Absolutely,” she lied as she clinked her mug against his. She could see how maybe they were all on the same team of getting the Territory to a better state, but she was of the opinion that most of them weren’t even playing the same game, so that shot that analogy down. Still, nothing wrong with a little agreement, so long as it was harmless.

Yserian had little doubt that he would be happy to be of use to her but that was a loaded statement. Plus, it was truly a matter of how much she wanted to reveal. She was looking for information regarding her brothers but she didn’t want everyone to know that. Especially since this man worked for the Province Queen, who was Rihlander.

So Yserian had already come to the conclusion that she wouldn’t send just anyone searching for her brothers on the first try. She would have them look for someone else, a friend of a friend sort of thing, and see what results they returned.

“My best friend,” she said, canting her head to the other side so that her hair fell over that shoulder now, “lost contact with her little brother when Prince Elbremov took over. She doesn’t think that he’s dead but it’s hard to tell when he won’t return her psychic calls. She thinks he might have been kidnapped by one of the other factions. Like the Exchange or the Rebellion.”

Some of that was true. Toralian was one of Yserian’s best friends. The other as Allerian. And Toralian did have a little brother named Namovar that wasn’t answering her letters but it was because he had joined the Rebellion, not because he had been kidnapped. So if this man could bring her the correct information and the rest of the game played out without Yserian getting caught, she would request more information about where her brothers might be.

“And yes,” Yserian added, turning over her hand, palm side up, to call in an adequate amount of marks for the information she requested, “I will pay.” She dropped her voice into a husky, sensual tone, her eyes smoky with the unspoken words that she would pay in other ways from time to time as well.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #8 on: Oct 04, 17, 06:57:38 PM »
So, the bat-bitch did have money.

Konstantin's smile was genuine and not just the mask to win her over and get closer to making a more intimate connection when he saw her call in the funds. He wasn't sold that she believed they were genuinely on the same side. Bad blood lingered between Rihlander and Eyrien, and for good reason. But Konstantin didn't tend to care about morals, principles, or history. He cared about money and power and getting what he wanted. Whether that was a nice suit or a nice woman to take it off of him, his goals were solely driven upon his own ambition. Katrien was his Queen, but she was neither his wife nor his master.

In the end, Konstantin cared only about himself.

He set his mug down and slowly reached out, placing his hand onto Yserian's. Maybe a bold move, but he did it so smoothly and with such a calm grace it wouldn't have been alarming. He folded her fingers over her palm and the marks, his hands soft and revealing a man who likely hadn't done a day of hard labor in his life. "Only after I delivered." He said slowly, his eyes focused on her own.

For just a moment, there was not the smiling and openly friendly man who'd entered the room who rescued her on a whim. His gaze was pointed, focused, and hard -- the gaze of a predator who'd focused its sights directly on a singular target.

Yes, this man was a Warlord Prince, not some lucky Warlord with a Jewel. And there was an intensity that was much, much greater than had been moments ago.

Or, maybe, it was the very, very subtle Seductive Craft that Konstantin was an expert at that had wrapped its tendrils around Yserian to stoke at the natural hunger of a Queen being close to a Warlord Prince.

Maybe both.

"Give me a name." He said as he drew his hand back, his gaze focused still. "And I will find your friend's brother." There was a certainty and surety there; not an offer, a promise.

Konstantin Timur delivered on his promises.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #9 on: Oct 05, 17, 10:09:05 AM »
He smiled at her, most probably because of the money in her hand. When he set down his mug, Yserian stayed still as he covered her hand with his, closing her fingers around the money. She noticed that his hands were soft. So not a warrior, even if he was a Warlord Prince. Not surprising. Rihland folk so rarely trained their men to fight. And Eyrien male would have hands roughened by staves and blades, covered in scratches and nicks. Sandpaper hands that scraped against feminine skin instead of caressing it gently.

"Only after I delivered," he said slowly, his eyes focused on her own for so long of a moment that Yserian watched them change. Gone was her pleasant Prince in shining armor. There now was the intense, hungering gaze of a predator. The violence and passion that made him a Warlord Prince, and not some Warlord in a good suit, shone darkly through his eyes.

Yserian answered that sharp gaze with a coy little smile. Well, hello there, she thought, now very much intrigued by this man who found her wings alluring and who was now close enough to catch the scent of his breath as he exhaled.

"Give me a name." To Sera’s disappointment, his hand withdrew, but his intense gaze remained. "And I will find your friend's brother."

Deal.

“Namovar Hanas,” she said, leaning back. She vanished the marks and picked up her ale again, going back to business now that the pleasurable moment had passed. “A Summer Sky Warlord. His sister is Toralian Hanas. He was last seen near south of Tremen but that information is old. There’s no telling if that will do you any good now.”

She paused to let him process that information before continuing on with, “I assume you’ll be contacting me when you find something. I’d prefer to keep this quiet. My friend’s already upset enough. She doesn’t want publicity in case...”  In case he found nothing or a body.

She drained her beer and called over for another two to be brought. An agreement seal practically demanded it, didn’t it? She checked in with her brother, who was still outside and waiting, telling him that she would be a few minutes more but that she had found a willing buyer. She did not mention Konstantin’s connections to the Province Queen though, knowing that her brother would disagree with her because of that. He had wanted someone with less rank, someone of less repute. But Sera didn’t think that this deal would be her downfall. Not this one. Maybe another one but she had to risk it. If you wanted to take down the Territory Ruler, you risked everything at some point.

Two more beers were brought. She pushed one towards Konstantin and raised hers. “Guess we should drink to our little...partnership?” she suggested with that smoky, smug look in her eyes.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #10 on: Oct 08, 17, 12:37:56 PM »
"Yes." Konstantin said softly as she vanished her marks and returned to business. The mark had been made, though, and he didn't relent in stirring her want. He didn't increase the heat of that flame, letting it simmer inside her gut. He wondered just how aggressive this bat bitch would get if she wanted something. A manipulative and dirty trick, but in Konstantin's world there was only success or failure and nothing imbetween. "I'll find Namovar and get you the information you seek. You won't have to worry about me finding you." After all, he knew who she was and where her seat would be. It would be easy to track her down now.

She ordered another round and his lips peeled back into a smile. "Of course; discretion is one of my specialties." Especially when it meant collaborating with an Eyrien. That Konstantin had plenty of experience with. Being seen as someone who dealt with them constantly would have ended up badly for him if he'd been too loud with such things.

The beer arrived and he lifted his mug to tip against hers. He didn't sip right away, though, leaning in toward the smug and smoky Queen.

"There are other ways we can cement our partnership as well." He spoke softly, being so bold as to place a hand on her knee as he leaned in. It was as clear as day that he was more interested in drinking up her, rather than the beer.