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Offline Magyar

« on: December 25, 2017, 08:09:23 PM »
"Uh... nah." Bolion - despite his extensive nagging about plans and ideas - had not planned or had any ideas regarding the actual entry of the target's estate. And so, now when faced with the last leg of his contractual journey and the immediate need for a façade to hide behind, he had to improvise.

Not like that was a new thing for him, anyway, "Unless you're a professional counterfeiter, I'm not sure there's anything we can forge..."

He turned to his contract partner, Deloria Lavellyan, and smiled. It was mischievous, wry, and just behind the eyes... a little crazy.

"I say we wing it."


Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #1 on: December 25, 2017, 08:24:52 PM »
Della stared at him for a long, long moment in complete silence. "You," she decided after much apparent deliberation, "are utterly bonkers."

But they didn't exactly have a Plan B. With a sigh she pinched at the bridge of her nose and waved her hand toward the estate. "On your head be it, then. If this job gets me killed, I am so haunting you. Just so we're clear," she muttered.

Offline Magyar

Re: Falsification
« Reply #2 on: December 26, 2017, 10:22:26 AM »
"At least I'd have company," He muttered, turning back to the estate. Gargantuan and seemingly self sustaining, he had no doubts it would be a hard location to infiltrate... he eyed the giant lizard they were both riding, and thought, At least as we are now...

"If we could sneak into the working staff, like the farmers, without the upper management noticing..." he thought aloud, "But the staff probably know each-other well enough that it wouldn't work. Alternatively, we could also just murder our way to the target, and abandon all premise of stealth."

He'd meant that last part jokingly, but only half so. It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility, and they'd certainly performed similar tasks before.

Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #3 on: December 26, 2017, 10:48:28 AM »
His partner leaned back to give him a look. "Madman," she muttered with another shake of her head. Then she sighed, sort of slumping forward to lean against his back. "Well...I don't know much about farming, and I tend to stand out a bit. Not to mention your tendency for lack of subtlety..."

She drummed her fingers absently against his side where her hand curled over his hip as she thought. "What're the chances we're just...lost in the desert? Stumbled upon the estate and we're in need of some water and a place to shelter for the night?" Her lips pursed. It wasn't the best cover story, but it might work. Long enough to get them in, anyway.

Offline Magyar

Re: Falsification
« Reply #4 on: December 26, 2017, 11:52:02 AM »
"Assuming they don't recognise our totally recognisable descriptions from any of the recent stories and rumours about our violent and publicly dangerous escapades... it might work," He supposed, though with a tad of snark, "It also might not, just for the nature of it." He considered the course of action, silent for a few moments. A rare event, his silence, even if only for a few heartbeats.

"Let's do it." He said, suddenly confident. Whether he was really, he couldn't say. Fake it 'til you make it. But one thing was still in the way, though it was easily solved, "So what's the guise? Who are you to me and who am I to you, why are we travelling together?"

Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #5 on: December 26, 2017, 12:03:01 PM »
She tilted her head in consideration and the beat she was drumming out against his hip became more syncopated. “Well, we could keep going with the slaver and slave thing. Maybe I tried to run off and you had to track me out into the desert to find me so you could get me to a wealthy client?” She shrugged. “Or...Well, newlyweds is always an option. You’re native to Essyrn, I’m not, you had to fetch me from a caravan before you could get me into the”

Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed, then she shrugged again with a sharp sigh. “I’m drawing a blank. You got any ideas?”

Offline Magyar

Re: Falsification
« Reply #6 on: December 26, 2017, 09:09:10 PM »
"Well, I mean, in the event the plan goes sour our cover will mean nothing..." Bolion theorised, and added, "Although after a certain point I feel that will happen regardless of our chameleon quality. So-" He paused, turned in his saddle from the hip, and stared Della in the eyes. A picture of sobriety and grave seriousness, he said, "Deloria Lavellyan, will you marry me?"

He managed to keep a straight face for about ten seconds, before a grin began to tug at the corners of his mouth. As his acting broke, his eyes took on a mischief that he normally kept at least mildly suppressed.

Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #7 on: December 26, 2017, 09:31:09 PM »
Della's eyes widened- at first in some genuine surprise that that was what he'd decided to go with, then with faux shock at his proposal. "Oh, Bol..." She laid a hand over her heart and fluttered her lashes, sniffling dramatically. "Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!"

Her smile started to break through even before his did, and she snorted and gave his shoulder a quick shove. "Alright, eyes front, hubby. We've got an estate to crash an an asshole to kill."

In the back of her mind there was a niggling doubt, but she honestly wasn't sure if it was about the job or...well. Something else. Teasing was all well and good, now that she'd gotten accustomed to Bol's brand of humor, but there was something else, something bothering her about that particular joke...

It struck her, suddenly and with no warning, that Adrien had never actually proposed. They'd just sort of- sort of understood that they would be married; there wasn't even thought of another option?

How had she never thought of that before, never realized?

Della ducked her head and her grip on Bol's waist tightened briefly, nails digging in. Guilt lodged in her throat and she had an awful suspicion that she was going to cry. She didn't want him to notice; clearing her throat, she said quickly, "C'mon, get the lizard moving then, chop chop."

Offline Magyar

Re: Falsification
« Reply #8 on: December 31, 2017, 11:53:47 PM »
Bolion winced at the pain, but didn't do much else.

"Yeah, alright, calm down," He chastised, "Impaling me isn't going to bring down a tyrant any faster." He punctuated his sentence by kicking at Erthas' ribs, and sending them jolting forwards. After momentary whiplash, and an eccentric giggle, Bolion was again alert and focused on keeping their mount from running off with them riding along.

He absentmindedly moved to probe the scratches at his hips, but involuntarily recoiled when his searching fingertips found the back of Della's hand. It was the sort of movement that happened when unexpectedly running into someone, that brief apprehension and confusion before logic and memory prevailed. Nonetheless, it was something that seemed cold, even hostile to Bolion, so he muttered a quiet, "Sorry," and promptly pushed the thought from his mind and took back the reins.

Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #9 on: January 01, 2018, 08:30:01 AM »
"Oh." Della jerked her hands back, curling her fingers into nervous fists at her sides. "Sorry, I didn't mean-" She sighed and twisted slightly to look out at the desert around them rather than at the back of his head.

After a moment, she hesitantly reached forward again to lay the pads of her fingers over the scratches she'd left. Lightning may have been her forte, but her magic offered her a limited and sometimes finicky control of temperature. With a bit of focus, she could pull the heat from her fingers, leaving them chill to the touch as she pressed them to the scratches, a silent apology.

Offline Magyar

Re: Falsification
« Reply #10 on: January 17, 2018, 09:09:29 PM »
While he let her hands stay for a moment, Bolion didn't want this to be more than it was. He brushed her hands away, gentle but firm. "It's fine," He began, but decided that wasn't enough, "It's more than fine, it isn't your fault. Don't think of it."

He knew very little of her inner turmoil, only privy to the fact that it was happening most times. He could, however, get the general gist of her hurt. It only ever seemed to surface at times when he alluded to the future - but more importantly, their continued future - or to her past. Perhaps she thought of her husband still quite often. Maybe what he said was what reminded her. He did not think that to dwell on such things was wise, and cast the thoughts from his mind... but they still held quietly, on the edge of his consciousness. The sun only seemed to grow hotter as he rode on.

Offline DragonSong

Re: Falsification
« Reply #11 on: January 19, 2018, 07:25:35 AM »
"Mm." Della pulled her hands back to her sides. "Well, at least with the number of wounds you've picked up in the last month those scratches are probably the least of your problems," she tried to joke, though her tone was just a little too forced.

Trying to shove anything but thoughts of the job out of her mind, she leaned back slightly and raised a hand to shield her eyes against the sun. "I can't believe this is almost over," she murmured without really thinking about what she was saying.

She's gotten so used to Bol, it was...strange to think that they really were just together for this one job. They'd both acknowledged that, knew that once this task was done they'd collect their pay and be on their merry ways. But it was...strange. Thinking about it brought a sharp ache to her chest, and her mind instinctively shied away from the inevitability.

She'd forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

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