Even now, there are only embers...

[windandrain]

Who: Vegeta, Saori, and Cliff (and maybe a few others)
What: Fairy Tale RPG Adventures
When: During the 2014 Total Recall Event
Where: All over Luceti
Summary: Saori and Vegeta are stuck living out a Fairy Tale RPG adventure with Cliff as an overlord. Shenanigans ensue?
Rating: PG-13? Possible violence and language. Maybe.



Lazeria, a once peaceful barony, is a land under siege by dark forces and hellish magic. The baron, a noble and kind (if somewhat oafish) man named Cliff has been cursed by black magic during a feast. A sorceress appeared and transformed him into a beast-man and the once bright land fell into shadow. The streets darken, strange creatures randomly attack passersby, and the baron himself hasn’t been himself for some time.

Enter two strangers from another land, intent on completing a mysterious quest. A fortuneteller had directed the pair to Lazeria, telling them that if they could defeat the accursed lord of the land that not only would light return, but that wealth and power beyond imagining would be their reward. That draws them in like moths to a flame, and the duo arrives in the dead of night, eager to figure out how best to overthrow Cliff and claim their prize.

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[windandrain]

"Me either," she replies. "But by the looks of things, these are public housing." She points to a sign labeling them as apartments. "We could take one of these rooms."

[misterbrief]

He immediately starts heading down the hall on the first floor, refusing to climb any stairs. Vegeta has no idea what rooms are occupied by who, so he starts to open each door one by one and look inside to see if there were residents. The first door reveals some in the common room, looking back at him in confusion, and he sneers and slams the door.

"If we can find one, that is."

[windandrain]

Following, she walks towards the door on the end and places her hand against it. Nodding, she opens it up and steps inside, waving him into the living room. It's not hard to figure such things out when you've opened yourself to properly listen.

"This will do," she says with a nod. "No residents. And plenty of space."

[misterbrief]

Following her inside, he takes another look around. "I suppose. As long as those other imbeciles in the other rooms stay quiet when I'm trying to sleep, then we won't have any problems."

He goes to peek inside of a bedroom, the door creaking open at his touch. "What pathetic quarters. What is the Baron trying to pull here? Does he keep slaves in these little stalls or what?"

[windandrain]

"They're no worse than the barracks in the Grand Citadel, you know." She walks up beside him, removing her gauntlet and giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"The beds are larger here too. It'll do until we take the Baron's home from him."

[misterbrief]

That earns a wicked grin from him. Yes, when they took the Baron's home, they'd be living in luxury then. That is, as long as the Baron's quarters wasn't as trashy as this place was.

"Indeed. But for now, I think a little rest is in order. I've got to come up with a plan to discover anything the Baron has hiding up his sleeves before we overthrow him. And we've got a few tasks at hand too."

[windandrain]

"Yes, rest." She says quietly, beginning to unstrap bits of her armor unceremoniously. Underneath is a regal looking, if somewhat rumbled silk outfit. Looking over her shoulder at him, she gives him a somewhat tired smile.

"Left or right?" she asks simply.

[misterbrief]

He raises an eyebrow at the question, but answers. "Left, why?"

[windandrain]

"Well, unless you'd prefer to share a bed with me, I'd like to know which room you want." She doesn't care either way, he's the easily embarrassed one. And it's polite to give him the choice.

[misterbrief]

He turns his mouth up in embarrassment, and turns immediately on his heel and beelines right to the room on the right. He's almost stomping his way in, not answering her and taking the time to inspect the room, purposely keeping his back to her. In his haste he didn't close the door, blushing from the simple suggestion that they sleep together.

[windandrain]

She smiles and meanders over to the door, discarding her armor and letting the silk of her tunic drape just a bit lower than normal, revealing her shoulder and a hint of cleavage. What little she has, anyway.

"You know...this is the room on the right," she has, slipping inside and pressing her chest to his back, arms wrapping around him teasingly.

"Unless you do want to share my bed again..."

[misterbrief]

"H-hey!" Eyes wide with surprise and disgusted shock, he turns his head to yell, flushed up to his ears.

"I said left, so you go in the left room! And let go of me!"

[windandrain]

"I was asking if you wanted the left or right. You picked left, and then came into my room," she laughs, squeezing him tight. "But if you changed your mind, I don't really care. It's cold anyway."

She does let go, though, fingers sliding along his sides as she disentangles herself. Messing with him like this is one of the easiest ways to get a rise out of him, after all. They'd had the one drunken night, and that was all, but she'd never let him forget it.

[misterbrief]

He stands there absolutely fuming. He knows exactly what she's getting at and he should have known she'd never drop it. Ever. His fingers tap furiously against his arm as she lets go, growing more irritated as she lets her hands continue to remind him that he'd had too much to drink once. He stands there, silently brooding, waiting for her to leave. His teeth grit but he keeps himself from yelling again. Darn women.

[windandrain]

The fuming is the reaction she'd hoped for, and having gotten it, she does let go. Any further action down this vein would be on him, and she's got enough pride to just suck it up and go with it if he did go for it. But if not, he'll receive nothing more than a gentle squeeze on the shoulder and hear the sounds of her feet walking towards the doorway.

"Goodnight, partner. Do get some rest."