Of course she noticed the staring. They were the one major part of her body she was extremely self conscious about and had some hyper awareness of when people were looking. This fellow was certainly getting an eyeful and she went to busying her hands with petting the undead cat.

"I'm insulted you think I need a babysitter." she shot back, eyeing him up and down, "you should be aware that all this is your fault." Adalia looked down at the cat, looked at where she'd burnt his arm and offered him a pretty smile while fluttering her eyes at him while keeping some intense eye contact. 

"My name is Adalia if you must know," she took a breath and moved her hands so they were under the table, at least that way he couldn't look at them. "And you? What is your name? You look like a Bartleby."

The grin on Yuuki's face was both entertained and slightly perverse, mostly because heh heh, wood. He gave Niaaki's head a rub in return for the own he got and he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. Finally being home, being with his family. He let out a long sigh  and then grinned widely, looking at Niaaki.

"Well it's late." Yuuki started, shifting, not wanting to let on that he had wanted to freak Niaaki out, though the broom had been an unseen situation. Which wasn't tough to do to Yuuki, he wasn't very good a the whole thinking ahead thing. "You were sleeping, the door was locked... And I didn't want to wake you up."

He held up his hands and waved them back and forth in a 'no' fashion, "I didn't intend to wake you up! In fact, I sort of wanted you to sleep so you woke up to this weird looking guy with hair longer than Yuuki's  sleeping on your table and freak out." He grinned then, all wide eyed and bright, "I'm sorry. But I wanted to surprise you and you just happened to wake up tonight and beat the shit out of me with a broom handle."

Awww yeah. Rough sketch of my Flying Purple People Eater.

This was going to be grand fun, she decided. Raizel watched him nudge a bandit, tilting her head confused. "It's not stealing," She stated, "Stealing would imply that it's theirs and they're obviously not alive anymore which means they can't own anything." And she went about going through their packs, collecting what food and water they had left over. With her hood still drawn up and the raven snoozing beside her head she had to turn farther than normal to watch the man.

Slightly confusion when the pouch appeared in his hands and she simply shrugged her shoulders before giving a nod at his acceptance of her offer. "Good. We'll go upwind a bit," she wrinkled her nose too, "I don't want to smell them."

With her backpack now stocked with water and what food they had left over Raizel began the trek towards a new clearing. Picking up branches and hunks of fallen dried wood as she walked, Luckily for the pair the days had been nice to them and nothing was soaked through, it would have been a miserable night otherwise.  Finally a nice patch between trees was found and she dropped her backpack and pulled her hood down. The moon was bright and she dropped the wood before rolling her shoulders.

"So, Why 'former'." She inquired while she went about unpacking her backpack, "How do you be a 'former' Prince. Did you get fired?"

I have added the lovely and mysterious Raizel!

She's sorta like a superhero, except her underwear aren't on the outside of her pants.

The cat cuddled its self against Adalia's side under the coat while she played with the necklace, examining it and trying to remember where it was from. One of her mothers from when she was much younger. Adalia reached to touch her own necklace, a solitary jewel resting on the choker. They weren't a matching set, her mothers being worth far more.

"If you tried to sell me I'd do everything in my power to burn off your penis." She fluttered her eyes at him nicely, "and I'm very powerful." Sorta. Some specific situations she was powerful but for the most part her lack of desire to harm others or destroy things left her rather lackluster. "I'm not asking for the crest, I've got two options. I steal it back and go on my way or I pay you to take me with you to where you're going and then I'll deal with them." Adalia smiled again, leaning forward and resting her head on her hands.

"You seem like an intelligent man, Mr.Not-a-Necromancer. I'd take the double pay for one job deal if I could." And then he commented on her boobs and it took a great amount of effort to not shove her hands over her breasts and instead stayed where she was. "And it's not cold in here, I'm in a soaked through nightgown, I'm sure your nipples are hard too." She leaned in and looked at him, her eyebrows up, "Is this your first time seeing breasts? It's okay, Dear. There's a first for everything."

Entertained amidst dead bodies was probably a little morbid, but there she was with a smirk on her face and her stance since relaxed. Entertained. "So you lied to them to become part of their group and then did nothing to help them when I came and slaughtered them all." She repeated the story before tapping one gloved finger against her lips as if processing the information mostly just entertained at the irony, her voice had gone low and she gave the man a sweeping glance again.


Finally they locked gazes and she watched him watch her, she tilted her head and locked the information away of his name and where he was from. "Corriana?" She repeated, tasting the words, "Never heard of it."

And then she was done, she began to poke around the camp for things that might be of use, "Take what you can carry and be on your way, you don't want to be here when the meat eaters come out." Another glance over her shoulder at the man and she smiled though it was hallow, "If you like you can join me when I make camp, it's always nice to have company and it's a waste of food if when I make too much."

The grin on his face couldn't be contained, it was wide and bright and though his head hurt like seven bitches it wasn't really a concern because he was home now and with someone important to him. It was odd, traveling with people who weren't his. People that he didn't go out of his way to protect. Yuuki was used to putting himself between pain and his loved ones, he considered it his duty. If he could save someone from a little pain by taking it onto himself then... C'mon, bring it!

Closing his eyes, still entertained at the reaction he got he rested his head against Niaaki's when he finally got around to giving him a hug. "Heeey, don't be sorry." Yuuki urged, "There's an upside to this!" His arms went around Niaaki's middle and he gave a bit of a tighter hug, "I'm not a murderer." 

He moved back and put a hand to his scalp again, testing the area, the no harsh sting of pain made him gasp or wince he decided it was okay. "I think it's just a bump," he stated before continuing "I'm sorry for waking you up, I didn't know you were such a light sleeper. I couldn't get you up half the mornings 'nooo, five more minutes pleeeease'" he playfully mocked in a falsetto voice that sounded nothing at all like Niaaki.

And of course Niaaki got the extra five minutes.

Adalia did not enjoy being dragged around. As a lady, a noble even, she found it happened rarely. Maybe once in her life for a short while. Still, she wanted to go, she asked for this, to be taken along. Of course, a better situation would have been if this fellow had asked for it and she could simply say 'no'.

A puddle of water made her whole body shiver and she was glad to find herself somewhere dry. A waitress eyed the cat after giving her a rather slow once over, "Honey, we don't allow pets." Was her stern words and Adalia quickly straightened her shoulders, "It's a stuffed ani-"Meow"It's an enchanted stuffed animal. I need it." For once looking like a drowned rat in her nightclothes worked for her because the waitress sort of shrugged and moved on.

Adalia did the pulled this time, dragging her new found companion to a table in the lesser lit area, taking a seat that was closer to the door and waiting. "Good thing we have my jewels in this coat, getting food and clothing will be easy," was her false jolly reply. Her hair was a mess and clung to everything, long strands were stuck to his jacket and along her neck.

Her hand was pushed into the pocket and she took out a jewel to examine it in the light, "You picked from the good stock," she commented idly.

Yuuki's world exploded into a throbbing pain that was just... Hanging out on top of his head. Instantly his hand went to his head to rub at the spot that was causing him such a problem, it felt a little wet but that could be because he hadn't bathed in however long. Yuuki turned to glare at the handler of the weapon expecting to see Niaaki's bed friend.

"You....!" The tone was all wrong, it was excited, proud even before Yuuki jumped up from the table and wrapped his arms around Niaaki's middle. "I'm so proud of you!" He muttered against Niaaki's hair before giving him a manly kiss on the top of the head and then swooning a little, one foot moving to brace himself. Gently he placed Niaaki back down, just in case he fell down. Being at least twice Niaaki's side didn't bode well for any possible outcomes that involved dropping like a giant bag of Yuuki-flour onto his poor dear friend.

"You should hit all attackers that hard. Damn." Yuuki sat on the floor, rubbing the top of his head and checking his hand again just in case there was blood.

Clearly everyone I draw from now until ever shall be smirking. Keep that secret alive!

=D GOOD. I AM PLEASED. and yes he is!


Also, everyone is smirking. |: Hum.

When her new friend pushed his hood back Raizel took in his features slowly, her eyes moving from defining points before looking at him the best she could in the darkness. It wouldn't do well to let him go only to see him again when he's elbows deep in someones torso. Raizel didn't sheath her sword, she did let the top drop to the ground, a weaker attempt at being passive.

"Who I am?" Raizel tilted her head for a moment as if giving it thought and decided to be honest, "My name is Raizel." Her hands swept out beside her and she gave a slight bow which could be mocking or honest, depending on the other persons view. The Raven protested the incline of her body and made some noises.

"Isn't it convenient that you, the last one, was going to kill them tonight?" She smiled and used the red sash tied around her hips to wipe the blood from her sword and put it away slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. "You don't smell like they do though and I'm not without reason. Who are you?"

The faun's hair is craaaazy. I don't have that amount of patience for anything.


aaaand.... I'm gonna say the prince seems pretty interesting. =D  He seems the most... open to interaction. Also, he seems like a jerk. Who doesn't love writing jerks?

The answer to that is easy! =D


Aaaaalll of theeeeeeeem.

They had a scowling contest. Adalia just frowned back at him, her hands and arms tight to her sides, still in possession of the jacket and not keep on taking off when it was full of herthings. "Well I know they're here now." she shot back, not at all amused at the turn of events the night had taken. She should be in bed right now maybe even sleeping, but instead she had an undead stuffed cat curling around her legs and some strangers coat keeping her warm.

"Fine. We'll talk about this." Adalia was a little insulted that he thought he could kill her, "Killing me would take a lot more effort than you're presuming and I'm not going to die from a cold." She tapped her barefoot at the cold damp ground and tilted her head, looking off into the distance, trying to figure out a way to get this idiot to take her to his employer.

"I'll pay you to take me to where ever it is you're going, you seem like a smart business man," she coaxed, moving closer, "You could get double the pay. One when you pawn the crest off and then again after." It killed her that this was her problem now and it also made her cringe a little when she finally picked up the cat and cradled it in her arms only for it to snuggle closer and purr loudly. On a normal cat it was adorable, on a stuffed cat that was alive it was just ... Weird.

The last two were deposed of quickly,  Raizel gave a single exhale before she turned around again, looking into the shadows. The sun had given way to the moon and she stopped moving, the seventh bandit hadn't run come out yet and she turned around, never keeping her back to anywhere in the clearing for too long.

"Are you going to come out?" Was all she said, her voice raised just in case he'd actually run away. "You let your companions die like the vermin they are and you do nothing?" Partially she was a little disgusted, wasn't there honor among thieves? The raven that had been sitting in the trees above fluttered down and rest on her shoulder, curling it's self into her hood to rest beside her head. Raizel gave the bird a dirty look but left him.

Above the bandits, the cry of a raven broke the dusky silence. The cloaked figure stood in the distance, just blending in with the shadows. The only thing giving it away was the red sash tied around it's middle. The cloak billowed out when a breeze made it's way through the trees and there was no attempt to hide.

Booted feet crunched rocks and broken branches, crushed leaves. The lookout stood up, surprised to see someone so far into the forest but before he could get out a strangled cry a sword was shoved through his middle. Quickly it was whipped out the side and a splatter of blood dripped down the tree. A quiet sigh and the figure moved on, stepping into the camp. The camp smelled like old blood, the scent of wrong was heavy and quickly the figure looked up, gazing at the raven for a moment before she took the hood off.

"I've finally found you!" She exclaimed, "You know, I've been tracking you." The tone of voice was as if she'd been asking them if they had tea on and if they would be so kind as to let her join them. "Your watch is sloppy," the sword flicked again and the fresh blood made an arch on the dirt, "if any of you survive... Well, I'd suggest you start up with a better one." The raven cried again and Raizel grinned widely before looking up, pleased that her little chase was over finally.

"As it is, I'm afraid now is when you pay for those innocents you've killed and the only payment you're able to give is in blood and tears." A lick of her lips and a tilt of her head, she raised her sword and rushed in. The movements were exact, no swing was wasted, no strike was useless. It was violent and messy and the chocking sob of one bandit trying to swallow her sword was the only thing that broke the silence between heavy breathing and movement.  She had counted seven bandits, four lay dead which meant there were three left. Two of them she could see, glaring at her trying to decide if they should run away or try and kill her, but the third, where was the third?

Yuuki chewed on his lip while the poor girl obviously was succumbing to the poison on the dart. Either that or this was gonna be a great con and someone was gonna pick his pockets while he tried to help her out. "Some damn fast poison." Yuuki commented to himself, watching it take it's effects on her.

It was tempting to just... Tuck her away and walk along like he'd never been part of this little event. His neck still kinda felt scratchy from the pool cue and it wasn't like he owned this girl anything. A few moments of watching her was all it took before he swore and cradled her like something precious, keeping her tucked close to his chest to be some form of warmth.

"C'mon sweetheart." Yuuki urged quietly, "You gotta help me help you, if you can't we're gonna have to sit in a horse stall until you feel better."

The coat over her shoulders surprised her and she stared at man, slightly confused, a little weary but mostly just really weirded out. The coat smelled, it wasn't an awful smell but it was unfamiliar and it was a strange place for her to be wearing someone elses clothing. Adalia shoved  her hands in his pockets, hoping he'd been a bit daft and had forgotten the crest. No such luck. She did find smooth stones though, to which she curiously brought one out only to quickly glare at him while he yelled at the cat.

"Yes. Yes I do intend to follow you." A delicate eyebrow arched and she opened her palm, revealing his stolen treasures, "You stole these from my house. These are worth quite a bit as far as gems go." Her hands went back into the pockets and she made sure to hold her arms tight to her sides and grab as much of the coat as she could in case he tried to rip it off of her. " I'll trade you this coat and the gems in it for that crest and I'll heal your burns."