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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 1:12 am
 He fumbled with the paper before tucking it in his pocket and sighing. A mission after the short amount of time since the last one and he wasn't all that pleased. Fully donned in his archer uniform and Blackheart armor, Ashkii of the Nomadic tribes set out from his home: Poena Privus Ruins to the bright city of moonfall where as his report said, a witch eater: female had made her home.
Oddly enough, the report said surveillance instead of kill on the spot, something Ashkii hated for the simple fact that he would be watching a witch eater instead of killing one like he was trained to do. Kinda of hard when your a archer with a trigger happy drawstring and bow.
And his report didn't give him a lot to go off either. It just said something about snakes and then he couldn't pay any attention after that. For real though........he sighed as he went to the nearest bar and took a seat in the corner of it, ordering a pint of beer. If he was going to be in Moonfall for awhile, better to get acquainted with the pubs and ladies of the city.
His eye's searched over the rim of his glass for a worthy target, someone to really...catch his eye.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:18 am
 When Masika wanted to keep from being noticed it was easy to melt into the shadows of a bar or pub and simply look over a room. She wore a white cloak, the hood covering the currently slumbering snakes that made up her hair. and the rest of it concealing the long loincloth and sandals that she wore, as well as the... Barely-there top. She tended to not enjoy the more...Constricting clothing and, if she could help it, she didn't wear anything at all.
However due to her inclination for discretion she was able to go unnoticed when a Blackheart of all things strode into the bar. However instead of making her fearful it made a slow, sly smile curve her lips as she stood and approached the bar where the man had taken a seat. She didn't draw down her hood as she settled next to him, instead gesturing for the bartender to provide her with a drink. That done she slowly turned to the man beside her, her hood leaving the upper part of her face in shadow but allowing him to see her lips as they curved into a smile and the glint of her eyes in the darkness.
"You are a Blackheart, are you not?" she breathed, slowly licking her lips as she made a show of looking him over. "My, what would a warrior such as yourself want in a worn out little pub such as this, hmm?"
When her drink arrived she kept her eyes on the man beside her as her hand reached out, showing a flash of claws and scales as she took a dainty sip. She was in no mood to be caught and killed by a hunter of her kind but, perhaps, if she could gently coax this man in just the right manner... Perhaps she could acquire an ally of sorts. After all that was why she had planted that information via a reaper contact that a friend of a friend and, judging from the way this man behaved, he was perfect for what she had in mind. Of course something could certainly go wrong and she may have to disappear but she'd been through that before.
"Though, I suppose it's good that you're here. I know someone who would love to make your acquaintance."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:11 pm
He wasn't like Sibelius who could smell a Majin from a mile away...nor was he Cruor who too could sense a Majin from the second he saw it. Ash relied on his instinct alone and somehow, he still managed at last minute to discover that he was in the presence of the race he had been hired to hunt down and exterminate.
When she came up to him, the hair rose up on his neck. Was it due to her sultry voice? The slim figure cloaked so that the only thing he saw was a pair of glossy plump lips curving into a coy smile? He took a sip of whatever the bartender hand him before smiling. A majin and if he couldn't guess right, A witch eater at that.
But she was a woman and at the end of the night, Ashkii was still a man. Not a lonely man but a man nonetheless. If she wanted to play a game well...Ash was all for it. "I am Milady." He peered at her before taking another sip and leaning in, "I'm on the hunt for something that steals hearts...." His voice instantly lowered as he leaned into her.
"Are you a Lady after hearts?" He blinked before laughing. "Someone making my acquaintce? Babe, the last person that said that too me left me in the gutter after a unpaid debt remained unpaid. If your after something, I would much prefer a more...secluded place....If you have something more...entertaining to offer me?" He gave her coy smile.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:59 pm
"Hearts? Perish the thought." she breathed, reaching up to lower her hood , slowly licking her lips as her snakes coiled around her throat. "I'm looking for something quite different."
He already knew what she was, she knew, thus acting as if she was something that she very obviously was not was no longer an option. Slowly licking her lips she shifted closer to the male Blackheart, lifting her hands to brace them on his chest, flat, relaxed, nonthreatening. She kept her gaze fixed on his face as she caressed the cloth and armor that covered the stranger's heart, looking more amused than anything.
"I can give you anything desire..." she breathed, eyes hooding, shifting to press her body against his. "If you give me what I am searching for: A shield."
Winking she slowly pulled away, reaching for the drink that had been left for her and taking a dainty sip, eyes never leaving the man next to her. Deep down she knew that she was in a great deal of danger at the moment, just like if she was attempting to sweet talk a tiger. However if she supplied a sweet or morsel that was tempting enough to keep the tiger from ripping out her throat then perhaps there could be... A mutually beneficial relationship to be reaped.
"Are you interested, Blackheart? Or do I need to go somewhere else?"
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