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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:55 pm
"Yes Mikaril!" Kyil quickly agreed. He was...so very happy at this moment! Shopping was a thing he had come to enjoy during his brief time in Zari's favor, and he was excited to indulge in it once more. Of course, having someone with which he could once more work to please was also a great factor in his happiness right now.
Kyil diligently turned back to the tables of items, and he took care not to accidently touch anything present. Keenly aware of Mikaril's warning of the merchants not taking kindly to a filthy slave like him touching their wares, he wanted to present the smallest amount of aggrivation as possible. He kept his hands folded polietly behind his back, and he made certain to keep a few inchs between himself and the tables...as well as any other customers that were gathered about. What would Zari like to see him in? Ah! Those red pants! Kyil's gaze lingered on them for a good few minutes. They caught his eye and he liked them terribly. Yet as he looked down as his dirt darkened body he considered the body art he wore. And his eyes. The red would not match. His mistress would not find him pleaseing if he clashed.
So instead he moved on, looking at the garments until it was he found something he felt would be quite suitable. Kyil hovered before a suit of pink silk. The pants were loose, so much so they appeared to be a skirt. The top hung low upon the shoulders and was open in the front, so his body art wouldbe visable nicely. There was even a shoulder wrap of gold with a matching sash!
"Oooh..." He murmured with delight. His fingers twitching to touch the soft fabric. Best of all though...there was a pair of golden..erm...briefs...that complemented the outfit. Kyil gestured for the merchant, his one hand pointing to the outfit excitedly.
"Sir? May I have this please? I do not wish to touch it and get it dirty." He expected the look of course, and he turned to seek out Mikaril quickly. "My Lord is here with me, he is the one with the money.Let me just find him...."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:05 am
Hearing the beginning conversation and knowing what would happen unless he quickly made an appearance, Mikaril quickened his pace and strode into view of Kyil and the merchant, who predictably had been about to lay it on good and thick to the ragamuffin drow touching his fine one-of-a-kind garments. Mikaril knew that every merchant thought of his stock as the prize of the marketplace, even if it was unremarkable secondhand clothes. Still, it would not do to anger him, since Kyil had seemed to find a garment that suited him.
His eyebrows vanished into his hair as he noticed the pink silk suit. He bit his lip hard, but could do nothing about the amused smile that found its way out. He had seen such a style of clothing on a meek and timid girl that one of his burly brothers had hired for 'a night of fun' in his sleeping quarters. Before he had wondered what could have happened to a female to leave her so cowed before mere males (perhaps an offense in her House?), but now looking at a similar garment, he wondered if Kyil knew that he had chosen a girl's outfit. He shrugged inwardly and concluded that it didn't matter; he HAD told Kyil that he could choose his own.
Trying to look important, he walked forward and looked at Kyil with what he hoped was a convincing scowl. "Kyil! What did I tell you? If you found a suitable outfit for my newest acquisition, you were to find me at once and lead me to it. Although," he let out a sigh of exasperation, "I suppose I ought to consider your obvious desire to ensure that no one else claimed it first." He smiled mildly at the surprised merchant. "What can I say sir? He lives to please me, and he does have a good eye when it comes to rainment." Clearing his throat, he picked up the silky pink outfit and casually walked to the merchant's table to pay for the items.
Still blinking a bit, the merchant priced each item and watched as Mikaril paid. He wondered briefly if he would be out of place asking this young male if he would consider buying an outfit for the servant he had with him, if to make him more presentable. But he decided not; why should he help the simpering fool? No doubt he was being punished, or perhaps......perhaps his master was harder and crueller than he looked and once the first outfit was worn, he refused to get them another until they had no choice but to serve in naught but their skin. Looking at Mikaril with new respect, the merchant bowed his head and shoved the coins into his money pouch without even looking. "That reminds me," Mikaril said casually, "Do you by any chance have a bag so we could carry-?" A bag was practically thrust at him by the merchant, and turning away so the other would not see his grin, he gestured for Kyil to follow, and soon they had left the merchant and his clothes behind.
Once he was sure they were out of sight, Mikaril turned to Kyil and started to laugh, much like he had on the day they had first met, when he had seen poor Kyil sitting in the alley with his pants full of muck. His laugh suddenly died as he caught his reflection in a window; there was no mistaking the white tint in that stubborn ear. Muttering the filthiest curse he knew, he grabbed Kyil by the hand and pulled him into an alley. Muttering an apology if he had been rough, he looked about, and when he was certain that no one else was around, he removed his hood, exposing the strange, white ears. Mikaril reached up with both hands and grasped his ears. He began muttering a strange incantation, and as he repeated it, his ears slowly began forming out and losing their white, until they were once more a pair of perfectly normal drow ears. Sighing in relief, he pulled his hood back up and looked a little sheepishly at Kyil. "The spell only lasts so long; got the bloody thing memorized now, I've used it so much."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 4:36 pm
Ah! Kyil felt a moment of panic when he turned back to the merchant and saw the ugly look of disbelief upon his face. He was going to get shooed out, or possibly roughed up. Kyil was uncertain really, so he decided perhaps it would be easier if he left himself. He had stepped backwards no more then two steps when he heard Mikaril's voice. But the tone was one he was entierly unfamilar with. Kyil twisted himself towards Mikaril's voice. His pink eyes flaring open a little. He sounded so...so... harsh!
At first it was merely the tone that Mikaril directed towards him. As well as the look, that made Kyil feel as if he were honestly being scolded. His head immediatly began to duck slightly, and his eyes flickered down towards the ground. Before Kyil's startled mind could begin to grasp in a paniced manner at what he had done wrong, the words that Mikaril had said dawned upon him. His newest aquisition? Surely Mikaril did not mean him! Though Kyil could not help but feel a sheepish sense of guilt as he admitted to himself the unspoken sense he currently was viewing Mikaril in. Mikaril seemed far too nice to assume such ownership over him just because his Mistress had thrown him away. It really left a fluttering uncertainty in his stomach.
No, Kyil reasoned. It must be...an act of sorts. Never had he heard Mikaril speak in such a manner. Kyil became even more convinced of this act as Mikaril would speak with the merchant. Kyil slipped hesitantly behind Mikaril, and he watched as the merchant collected the price of his choice from Mik. He was no longer cringing now, as he felt he had correctly guessed the situation, and when Mikaril turned to leave Kyil quickly slipped behind him to follow. He did wonder about the bag though, the merchant had seemed exceptionally eager to appease Mikaril for some strange reason.
When Mikaril turned and began to laugh, Kyil's face split into a pleased smile. He remembered well the last time Mikaril had laughed so. It had been a silly little encounter that had started them off on this..this what? Friendship? Perhaps that is what it was. Kyil found that he did enjoy hearing this sort of laughter from Mikaril. This laughter came to an abrubt end though. "Oh!" He exclaimed as he heard the foul words spouted by Mikaril. Such foul language! Well, Kyil wasn't a innocent creature, he had heard plenty of foul things from his customers. Sometimes spoken about others, sometimes used upon him during intimate acts. Still, it was a surprise to hear Mikaril swear! Kyil found himself dragged unexpectantly into the ally, and he witnessed a curious bit of magic on Mikaril's part. "Oh! Again he spoke, but in a softer murmur as he watched the ear resume a proper shade and shape.
"Do not apologize Mikaril. I am fine. I do not mind if you must be rough with me." His head tilted to peer out of the ally as he considered how many others may have seen the change of color. Hopefully none! Turning his attention to Mikaril, he nodded his head a little "I find your spell very fascinating Mikaril. I am grateful I was able to see you perform it. But...perhaps we should not linger here. If any others saw only the color they may mistake the reason for something quite foul and I'd be very concerned as to what they may wish to do."
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 1:08 am
Mikaril only nodded and led Kyil out of the alley. He realized then that his behaviour certainly warranted explaining, from the attitude he had taken with the merchant up to the present. It wasn't that he thought Kyil unintelligent enough to get the idea, but he knew that drow (and other humanoid creatures) who were flustered and out of their element might sometimes need a few things spelled out for them.
"Sorry for the way I spoke earlier," he said turning his head just enough to look at Kyil with his left eye as they walked, "I had to put the merchant at ease, or as close as he could be. I might have accidentally spooked him a bit; he seemed pretty eager to send us on our way. But I want you to know that it was all an act; I don't consider you my slave and I never will. Though for pretenses, there will probably come a time when we will have to use such an act again. Very shortly I would say...."
Mikaril found himself staring at a building across the street that could only be a public bath house. He could see the hot wisps of steam escaping through cracks and various points in the roof. It brought back a happy memory of a time just before he had been considered a professional at what he did. He had taken a fancy to the idea of robbing a bath house, but had been unable to figure out how in such a public place. He knew of private areas often reserved for distinguished guests, but even those had extra security to them.
He had formulated a plan not long after; he had sought out an herb and potions stand and discovered a small tablet designed to be slipped into a foe's hot drink so that rather than drug the drink it dissolved in, the potency would be released through the drink's steam. It provided a safeguard of sorts; if the victim saw his or her drink being drugged, they could stare at the enemy over the fragrant cup, inhale the steam, and still seal their doom.
After a bit of extra coin at the request of making one quite large and a particular pale pink hue, Mikaril had pocketed it and entered the bath house masquerading as a customer. He made sure to bump into a servant carrying a basket of fragrant bath pearls to the private areas, and when the scattered pearls were picked up and replaced into the basket, one more than had fallen was in place. The result was to be expected; the steam put out the few drow in the private chambers and even caused the guard to nod at his post. In a matter of minutes, he had walked out with a clean body and clean items to boot.
Mikaril pulled out his purse to count the coins, frowning slightly. There was enough to get the both of them admitted, but not enough to admit them to any private areas. He couldn't care less about the male anatomy being viewable everywhere, but he worried for Kyil. Turning to him, he explained the situation to him. "Well, we have enough to go in and get a good bath, but it would have to be in the public area. You don't mind that do you? After all, I'll be right there with you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 3:16 pm
Kyil was past the occurance. Though he had been surprised a bit by the suddeness of Mikaril's change of attitude, it settled well within Kyil. He had liked Mikaril before, but now he...well... he greatly admired him. He felt like a pup that had been thrown a scrap of something tasty, and oh how quickly he scampered after that person in the high hopes that perhaps he would recieve another treat. When Mikaril began to apologize to him, Kyil was quick to lift his hands in an attempt to stop the words from being spoken.
"You do not need to apologize Mikaril." He began, though he quickly quieted as Mikaril finished what it was he wished to say. Kyil felt a moment of unpleasent shame. His head tilted a little away, and he fussed with a strand of dirty hair by tucking it and untucking it behind his naked ear. "Well of course. I understand it was only an act. The merchant was unlikely to believe anything I had said and I could already see at that time he was going to do something unpleasent. I am grateful you stepped in, your act was very convincing." Kyil ceased his hair fussing and turned his usual smile back upon Mikaril.
"If it is that such an act is neccessary I will know it for what it is. I will not be caught off guard again if you must act without warning in the future. I have no qualms with pretneding to belong to you." Kyil's pink eyes shifted away from Mikaril to look upon the building he was inspecting. Kyil would have known the bath house for what it was by the scent that clung to it alone. Soap and water. It was a fresh clean smell and Kyil's skin suddenly seemed to start itching. He was really looking forwards to washing! One of his hands lifted to curl his fingers into a length of his hair. It would be good to have it the proper color again. Ah! And to have his body art viewable again!
Kyil did not let his thoughts linger on his shamed feelings when such a delightful expierence lay ahead of him. His head tilted back to Mikaril when he asked him about the problem of privacy. Kyil's lips formed a bemused grin. "Mikaril, such things as privacy and public mean little to me. I'd walk naked through the streets if Mistress Zari told me to, and I'd not hang my head in the least. Besides, I believe that any drow in the public baths will be more preoccupied to staying to themselves then looking at me. And, as you will be with me I have no worries at all. Shall we enter now? I am rather eager to clean up and try on my new outfit!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:10 pm
Mikaril shrugged and smiled. "Just wanted to let you know is all. And don't worry; if we're made to play the master and slave roles again, I won't make you walk naked in the streets. But believe me Kyil, there can be some pretty strange drow in public bath houses; I ask that you stay close to me the entire time we are there, for your safety."
Mikaril walked up and through the bath house door, breathing in the hot steam that smelled strongly of sweat and perfumed oils. A servant came at them out of the steam, and Mikaril had to wave his hand and dispel some of the steam to see him properly. "Two for the public area," he said, practically emptying his coin purse into the servant's waiting hands. Counting them deftly, the servant pocketed the coins, handed them both clean towels, and bade the pair to follow him.
Mikaril complied and found himself in a typical bath house full of males. Some were splashing noisily, others were relaxing and eyeing the playful with distaste, still others lurked in the steamy shadows doing things that Mikaril knew was better not to guess at. He looked around and finally spotted an edge where there seemed to be less of a crowd and made for it. He passed by a shelf of bottles, many half empty or less, and some crude bars of soap piled onto a towel that he was certain was fast becoming mildewy.
Gesturing to Kyil to stay close, Mikaril carefully began to undress, looking no one in the eye, setting his armor and black underclothes aside, along with his cloak. It felt rather nice to be able to have his ears out in the open, even if they were covered by an illusion. He had learned that with bath houses, there were so many heat signatures everywhere, anyone spotting the difference heat-wise probably wouldn't think twice of it, being in a place full of hot skin. He placed Kyil's new clothing beside his own, all in a place where he could not only keep an eye on it, but in a place where no drow would have any reason to be walking unless it was to snoop.
He walked the short way over to the shelf and selected a bottle of fragrant oil and a slippery bar of soap that had a rather unremarkable scent. He hurried back to Kyil quickly, set the two items down by their towels, and carefully eased himself into the hot water, enjoying the feel of it seeping into his skin and easing aches away.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 10:29 am
"Yes Mikaril." Kyil responded in a eagerly obediant tone. He would stay close to Mikaril. If nothing more then to follow him hopefully with the opportunity to do something for him. Anything really. Though he did wonder...how strange could drow in a bath house be? They were there to get cleaned weren't they? Oh! Kyil could think of a great many things one could do in a bath...but those were all private baths. Perhaps to some it did not matter? That could be whkaril wanted to keep him close.
Or...was he worried he'd serve anyone that asked something of him? The thought had just popped into his mind as he followed Mikaril into the bath house. His eyes flickered to the servant that had taken Mikarils coin, and another worrisome thought occured to him. Mikaril did not seem to have anything left money wise. He had spent it all because of him. The thought was a bit sobering.
Due to Mikaril's warning, Kyil stayed close to him. Near enough to be his own shadow, he had no hesitation glancing around the room as they entered into the main room. The size of the bath was surprising, and Kyil found himself distracted by thoughts of the bath itself. He would ask Mikaril about it as they washed. Perhaps some pleasent unimportant chatting would make him feel relaxed or pleased. A small smile flickered to Kyil'sps as he followed Mikaril's lead to his choice of bathing places. Kyil had to admitt he preffered a little distance from the other drow. Not because he feared them, but because it would seem awkward slipping into the water near someone he was unfamilar with.
His ragged garments Kyil did not bother to fold nearly as neatly as Mikaril. They would be thrown out after all, nothing more then rags, and too damaged to be of use to him for anything else. Mikaril's gesture to remain close was a reminder that obviously his thief friend was concerned in this place. So many reminders. So many cautious words. Kyil could not help but glance about the room while wondering what here could be dangerouse enough to set his friends nerves on edge? The drow at play seemed more interested in each other. They certainly seemed to be having a fine enough of a time by themselves...
Kyil glanced at Mikaril as he moved to go collect the oil and soap provided, and Kyil decided to remain near their cloths. No reason to follow him over there so long as he remained right where they were last. besides, he could use this time to gauge the rest of the drow nearby... The ones that were soaking and frowning he assumed were there only to relax sore muscles and get clean. They most likely would be leaving once they were through. The others...ah...hmm... Kyil rubbed a few of his fingers through his hair. He thought he knew what they were doing. But he could not be certain. ANd he surely was not going to walk by and see if he could catch a glimpse! That might insinuate interest or even worse encourage them to perhaps seek him for...hmm... Kyil rather qickly turned his gaze away from the drow in the pool and in turn focused on Mikaril. He was mildly curious to see how physically fit the thief was. most thieves he expected to be thin and limber. But Mikaril seemed to hold himself more...proudly in Kyil's eyes. So he had imagined prior to undressing that he might be a bit more muscular under all that armor.
Kyil waited for Mikaril to enter the pool of water first, then choose to take a pair of steps away from where Mikaril soaked for his own entry point. With the amount of dirt on his body he did not wish to make the water cloudy where Mikaril was currently lounging. Actually...he ought to take another step away...yes..that was still near enough to be comfortable for Mikaril he hoped. Kneeling down, Kyil dipped his legs into the pool, and silently slipped the rest of his body in afterwards. He closed his pink eyes, and submerged himself completely beneath the water. Once under, he pushed away from the wall, entering just a step or two deeper into the pool, and quickly began to rub his hands over his arms, legs, and torso. It would serve best to get the immediate grime off his flesh before trying to wash himself with the soap. For a count of fourty seconds, Kyil attempted to remove as much filth that he could. When he stood up his hair had lost it's grey hue and appeared to be more white then before. Of course, it was also completely plastered to his face and back and he had to take a few minutes to pull it away so he could check and make certain that his body art was far more visable now then before.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:17 pm
Mikaril opened an eye and watched Kyil carefully ease himself in as though he was afraid to dirty the water. He closed his eye and murmered, "It's okay; the water's supposed to get dirty." He gestured to the bottle of oil and the bar of soap. "When you're ready to wash, clean your hair and body with the bar, and use the oil to soften your skin. And don't say 'yes, Mikaril'; it's starting to drive me batty." He sat up straight and gave Kyil a cheeky smile. "Don't apologize either."
He eased himself back down, watching Kyil with half-open eyes. He remembered a time when he had turned around when Kyil had been undressing for the sake of modesty. Now it seemed like it had barely happened and here they both were, starkers in a public bath house. He admired Kyil's body art, not really bothering to send his eyes any lower. He focused more on his surroundings, making sure any suspicious drow kept their distance. He smelled trouble over all the perfumed steam, and he wanted to be ready for it when it came.
He reached for the oil bottle, dripped a few drops into his palm and began rubbing his arms vigorously. A servant materialized from out of the mist. "Would you like me to massage that into your back, sir?" Mikaril waved his hand dismissively. "No thank you." He watched the servant guardedly until he had once again disappeared, and went back to his rubbing. He was relatively clean; a bit of self-pampering was all he could certainly use.
He was trying to decide whether or not he could muster enough nerve to ask Kyil politely if he could do his back, and deliberating on whether or not such an action would give his friend further cause to treat him like a real master, when he heard the sopping wet sounds of footsteps heading toward them, this time coming from where the other drow had been splashing moments before. Narrowing his eyes, he lowered himself down, watching the glistening oil leave his skin and form small beads on the surface of the water. He could smell trouble, and he was as ready as he ever would be naked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:36 pm
"Yes Mi---" Kyil cut himself off quickly from his automatic response. "I am sor--" And again, as Mikaril would seemingly know what his next automatic response would be. He placed a hand to his hair and shifted the wet strands of his hair back behind his ear to hide the rise of embaressment he felt. It would not be so easy to stop chirping the phrases he was used to speaking.
In order to distract himself from his embaressment Kyil focused on cleaning himself. His hands rubbed at his body above and below the water to finish loosening up the dirt. In short order he was making use of the soap on his hair first. Rubbing it into a thick foamy lather he took a rather innocent delight in dipping his head backwards and rinsing it so that it once more was the pure white color he was quite proud of. During this time he missed the approch of the servant, but he heard the question by the other. Kyil felt...a tingle that went up the back of his neck. It was a familar sensation, one that he had not felt since he had been bought from Madam Medusa and taken home by his Mistress Zari. Kyil glanced over at the servant and watched with a growing sense of agitation as he attempted to serve Mikaril. When it was that Mikaril sent the servant away, the feeling faded a bit, but not completely.
Kyil swayed through the water so he could take up a position near to Mikaril. He had felt a disconcerting sense of competition when the servant had paused and he disliked it. Not over the fact that he had felt such a feeling in the first place. Oh no! If anyone was going to serve Mikaril he wanted to be the one! Such was the competitive feeling he had, reminiscent of his time back in the Pleasure House. Kyil distracted himself for a few moments by using the soap to clean off his upper body. His palm pressed the bar fiercely into the flesh that had been decorated in an effort to make his decoration stand out more brightly in the dim lights.
His eyes flickered to the bottle of oil thoughtfully. Mikaril was having a easy enough of a time getting his arms, and he'd have no problem rubbing it over his chest. But what about his back? Even as Mikaril was thinking of a way to ask, Kyil was turning over the question as to how best to offer. Sinking into the water a bit, he rinsed off his torso. He reached up and set the soap down, then reached for the bottle of oil.
Kyil was not nearly so keenly alert in the manner Mikaril was. At least not in the sense that the other drow was. So as Mikaril sensed trouble approching, Kyil was quite blind. "Mikaril, would you like for me to get your back?" He asked his friend. With a tilt of his head, Kyil continued on. "I only ask because I will need help getting my own, and Ithought it would be more poliet to offer first before asking..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:42 pm
Mikaril was wanting to shake his head, or hiss, or do anything to try and get Kyil to stop talking. Too late; he turned his head slightly and saw the pair materialize out of the steam; two drow wearing nothing but grins that spoke of their intentions as easily as though they had spoke aloud. Which Mikaril knew was just a matter of time...
Sure enough, as soon as Kyil got to the part about offering first, one of the males sauntered up to him. "Hey now, I have trouble reaching my back too, if you fancy touchin' someone, and boy, you've got some dainty-looking hands. I may have trouble just saying my back needs it..." The other jumped into the water, causing a small wave to branch out and hit Mikaril in the face. Paying no attention, the second threw an arm around Kyil chummily and began to trace the body art on his arm with a long-nailed finger. "Nice ink, fella. Care to tell me how you came by it? I'll pay you well...."
Finally deciding that enough was enough, Mikaril rose quickly out of the water like a leviathan and glared at the two, red eyes narrowed. The first one looked at Mikaril, unimpressed. "What do YOU want, scrawny?" Mikaril gave him a look that would have shriveled a mushroom. "For you to leave my friend alone; we were doing fine without you two louts." The second moved away from Kyil and stood in front of Mikaril, uncomfortably close given the fact that they were both nude. "No need to feel left out; I happen to like skinny-"
In one swift motion, Mikaril brought his knee up and into the other, not caring where it hit, brought his hand down heavily on the surprised drow's head, and shoved the head underwater. He let it stay for a few moments, then abruptly let go. The drow stood there spluttering, and the first, who had made no move to help his friend, now advanced toward Mikaril with murder in his face. "Why you-!!"
"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" A smooth voice cut in. The servant who had greeted them at the door stood there with a look that said that he had had to break up many similar squabbles in the bath house during his servitude there. Still sputtering, the drow who had been dunked sulkily climbed out and joined his friend, who stood there as though he didn't know whether or not to be angry at Mikaril still, or at the servant for breaking up what had promised to be a good time in his own opinion. The impudent drow settled for spitting on the floor and returning to his area for his clothes, his friend following behind and still coughing slightly.
The servant bowed to Kyil and Mikaril and vanished into the mists. You had to give them credit, Mikaril thought, they knew who the troublemakers were. Still, he was fast discovering that he didn't play nice in public bath houses. He looked over at Kyil and sighed. "Keep your wits about you." He then sunk back into the water, wishing vaguely that he had found an alternative to a bath house to get themselves clean.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:10 pm
The appearance of the two males did not surprise Kyil at first. After all, there were many other drow in the bath with them. What did surprise him was the fact they addressed him. Kyil had not anticipated the strangers coming over to he and Mikaril. Or was it...more that they were coming upon him? He felt a chilling sense creep along his spine as the drow would speak primarily to him. It was the same feeling he had suffered back on the street. Those times that he had mentioned in a off hand manner to Mikaril. If there was any question about whether or not Kyil minded though..he did. Greatly in fact.
His hands clasped tightly upon the oil bottle as the first drow would make mention of his hands. His automatic reaction of course was to smile..but it did not reach his pink eyes in the least. "Ah...well... You do have your friend to help you..." Kyil lamely started a protest. He really was not very good at saying no in a manner that could be taken seriously. Such was proven when the second drow joined him in the water and wrapped a arm about him. Kyil felt... threatened. But it was a sensation that made him want to cringe rather then throw the other drow off. As was evident when he made no form of protest to the other traceing his finger over one of the swirls of his tattoo. Kyil's smile remained in it's practiced place, not even faltering as the second drow began to speak of payments. This was not..the same...not the same at all as it had been in the Black. It did not sit well with him.
Mikaril's sudden thrust up from the water seemed to serve as a good distraction from the pair that seemed to be descending upon Kyil. His hands continued to tightly clutch the oil bottle to the point his knuckles appeared to grey a little from the force of his grip. For a good part, Kyil merely watched the exchange with widening pink eyes.
He had made no move to defend himself or deter the two drow from their intentions upon him..but as the first drow and the second drow seemed intent on ganging up on Mikaril....
Kyil lifted the oil bottle over his head and took a step towards the second drow, as he had his back to him and was still sputtering from his dunk. Before he could bring the bottle down though, the servant seemed to just...magically appear. Kyil quickly pulled the bottle down, almost in a shamed manner, and pressed it to his chest. He was not certain how it was the servant had managed to convince the pair to move along, but Kyil did not care. They were gone, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Mikaril's warning, repeated in effect from all his previous ones, caused Kyil to bob his head. He was not clear as to what he had done that had instigated the attempt of an attack on them...and as Kyil worked on completeing his cleaning he was bothered by his inability to reason what he had done wrong. Kyil did not offer again to use the oil on Mikaril's back, out of a sense of shame over the attack he had become steadily convinced had been his fault. Instead he focused on trying to rub his own back with a bit of the oil while Mikaril enjoyed his soak.
"I am...about done Mikaril." He hesitantly informed his friend as he double checked his hair to ensure it was definatly clean.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:04 pm
Mikaril nodded, inwardly disappointed that he had not had a chance to enjoy the experience as much as he would have liked, thanks to the two idiots who had walked in and stuck their noses where they didn't belong. They should have been lucky they didn't lose their noses instead of their dignity. But he was half-convinced that the pair had either been drunk or were really that fruity in real life, and if that was the case, he pitied the pair's acquaintances.
He dunked himself a few times to wash out any excess soap and climbed out of the water. Letting his feet dangle in the water, he used his towel to vigorously dry himself off. He sensed Kyil's unease and wondered at it. He had figured that Kyil had come had such accostings at his pleasure house, but maybe it was the different atmosphere that was getting to him. At the pleasure house, he had familiar surroundings and the knowledge that his mistress would protect him and see to it that he wasn't hurt whene he performed his various services. Out here, it was all strange, and all Kyil seemed to have was one friend. Were it any other drow, Mikaril would have reveled in the power, but since it was Kyil...
He dried his feet off with the towel, walked the short walk to his pile of clothes and began to put them on, thinking hard. Kyil was undoubtedly used to having protection, and in his position as the favorite, he had probably had no need for a weapon or any other means of defending himself. Mikaril frowned at his own foolishness; he should have seen this from the beginning. Kyil needed new clothes and a new source of income, but most importantly, he needed a weapon. Without one, even under Mikaril's watchful eye, poor Kyil's days would be numbered.
He came to a conclusion as he fitted the last of his armor into place and straightened his cloak and cowl. He needed to refill his purse and get Kyil a weapon. He also needed to show him how to use it, so it would have to be something Kyil wouldn't flinch at, like a human child being asked to hold a spider. He would get Kyil's input when they left the bath house. But for now.....he turned and looked at Kyil, who was undoubtedly finished dressing by now. He wanted to see how he looked in his new clothes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:21 pm
Mikaril seemed to be deep in throught. Kyil could see the vaugeness over his eyes that one at times got as they thought deeply. However...even with that vaugeness there was still a keen awareness of his surroundings. Kyil marveled at it. As he rinsed his hair and followed Mikaril out of the bath, he consciously attempted to take note of his surroundings better.
Put him in a kitchen...put him in a lounge room. Put him in any of his normal elements and Kyil was certain he would perform better then he did now. He found it incredibly easy to lose track of all the other drow in the area. As he tried to fix on one without appearing to, he would lose track of the others...and that was just in his general area! Perhaps it was just that he was new to it. New to being...suspicious of everyone? All the time? Kyil paused in drying himself and reached up to rub at a knot forming upon the back of his neck.
No wonder his customers had needed people like him. All this suspicion. All of this hypervigilience.... Kyil glanced over at Mikaril as he started to get dressed. His lips turned downwards into one of of the few marks of sadness he had shown. His heart felt tight as he wondered if this was what Mikaril often suffered? How...horrible... He pitied him if this was the case. Perhaps, if nothing else, he could help Mikaril feel some of the stress reliving comfort he'd given to those that had paid him in the past...only...he would do it for another reason aside from money....
Kyil turned to dressing himself. He would do what he could because Mikaril called him his friend...He would be as good a friend that he could. The best that could be wanted...
When Mikaril turned to check on Kyil, he was indeed finished dressing, but he had choosen to wear the clothing that Mikaril had bought rather then the clothing he had wished to have. He would wear that...in a more private setting. Perhaps when he and Mikaril were alone, and he was not bound to be a burden upon Mikaril if he were to stand out so...
"I think...this fits me well Mikaril. I am not so used to the material...and I must admit I am a little sad my artwork is hidden away...but now I think I blend in rather well now." He spoke with his well versed smile upon his lips.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:37 pm
Mikaril was surprised when he saw Kyil dressed; not because the clothes looked bad on Kyil. On the contrary, Kyil looked like the perfect little thief-in-training, though he did sympathize with Kyil that he had to hide his lovely body art. "It does look good on you, but truth be told, I'm surprised you didn't dress in the other outfit; you seemed so eager to try it on." He wanted to add 'in spite of it being a female's outfit' but he didn't want him feeling bad. The way he flinched at some things.....he wouldn't be surprised if Kyil started saying one day that his lack of effort was the reason there was no light in the Underdark.
But for now, he had something more pressing to tell Kyil. Once they were a reasonable distance from the bath house, Mikaril slowed his pace and looked at Kyil out of one eye. "Okay; while we were in there, I realized something I had missed, and I cant believe I did. I know you probably aren't going to like it, but it's something I'm going to have to insist on. We need to get you a weapon of some kind. I know you probably haven't had much experience or exposure to them where you're from, but are there any that catch your fancy right away? A dagger maybe?"
Mikaril knew it had to be done, but he couldn't help but feel a little nauseous at the thought of Kyil having to defend himself and possibly kill someone. But reasonably, his mind seemed to poke itself and demand, "Which would you rather have; Kyil killing a stranger or Kyil GETTING killed by a stranger?" He felt eaten up with turmoil, which nowadays was nothing new. Sometimes he thought that he would never be rid of it completely. How can we live so long, he wondered, being so worried all the time?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:14 pm
Kyil glanced at the pink outfit, and he did feel a pang of regret. He just rather hoped it did not show up easily in his features. "I do want to wear it. badly I'm afraid but...Given the events recently I was thinking perhaps it would be best if I wore this outfit. If those two ruffians are really insulted or set on trouble they could be waiting for us outside and I'd hate to have that beautiful outfit torn. Your outfit is more practical and is more durable. So... I will simply wait until another time to wear that one. Perhaps if we find a place to sleep that is not on the street I can change into it for a while..."
Kyil assumed to carry the bag that Mikaril had obtained from the merchant. As it had his outfit in it he thought it really was his responsibility. When the pair exited the bath house, Kyil was certainly feeling far more like himself. Even in the strange outfit. Perhaps he ought to tie his hair back? Reaching up he fingered a lock of the white hair while they walked.
When Mikaril slowed his step to speak to Kyil, he of course had his undivided attention. This must have been what he had been thinking so hard about. So of course Kyil was going to pay close attention to what he had to say.
He was right...
Kyil was not comfortable with what he brought up.
In fact he had to look away. His pink eyes closing as he felt a dryness forming in his throat. It was hard for him to speak.
"My Mistress.... Not... Not Mistress Zari.... " He began slowly, haltingly really. "My orginal Mistress. She insisted that her girls had some way of fending off an attacker should they attempt to break the rules. I...dissappointed her greatly Mikaril. I do not want to dissapoint you. Madam Medusa insisted I be trained with some form of small weapon. I refused to touch anything that was obviously a weapon though. She was most angry at me during this time of my training...."
Kyil looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers into small fists. "There was another girl there though...she kept me from being punished by teaching me something. I can not recall the name of it..." Again Kyil flexed his fingers, then laced them together before him. "She taught me places on the body I could touch...push with pressure, and I can make certain limbs go numb. It...it's not supposed to kill though... and I know this is what you are thinking..."
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