• Graded • Preening Pals (Nav)

[Ryder]

Ryder fell silent for a trill, letting a small quiet fill the room as he was shaved. Truth be told, something inside of him found this situation enjoyable. Perhaps it was the looks of the woman straddling him, or the bravery. It wasn't often Ryder met a woman that could not only tell him what to do, but effectively make him do it. Whoever she was, Navyri knew what she was doing, and she was good at it.
"Well, you're a step closer to friendship. I don't take my shirt off or disarm myself for most people" he chuckled, amused at his own joke. Chances were, there was more she wanted than that. But that, right now, was none of Ryder's business. All he could hope was that he wasn't giving her anything that could bring about his downfall. That would be unfortunate, the man thought. He didn't want to have any issues in AA, more than he already had.

When she explained what she wanted from the faction Ryder's eyes gave a glimpse of agreement, before her eyes shot up to his. Everything. It wasn't often Ryder felt some level of respect for the men and women of Al'Angyryl. Many of them were cowards, others were generally disturbed, and most didn't share the goal that Ryder did for the faction. None of them shared his desire from the world. None but this woman. Ryder felt his body react to the word she spoke.
As she slapped his hands away, Ryder gave a small smirk, watching as she slid off of his lap. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out" he spoke, watching her with his eyes as his confidence came back to him. Finally the two had a shared ground beyond just the knowledge and blessing of Delroth. Straightening himself up, Ryder positioned himself in the chair to be comfortable yet regaining some of his posture. "And forget the hair, though I appreciate the free trim."

"So, unless you're tired of the game, I believe its your turn to ask me a question."

[Navyri]

⌘ Common ⌘ Rakahi ⌘ Euthic Sign ⌘ Grovokian ⌘

She almost reminded him that he didn’t quite take off his shirt for her, but that it had simply been coincidental that she intruded on his privacy in that moment, “Yes, well…”

Navyri allowed him to take the blame, rummaging around her basket and organizing the self care items according to her preference. She was quite taken with the task when Ryder began to speak again, offering one of the most offensive words, “Free?”

Her blue eyes shot upward, wide in shock as she repeated the word, “Free?!” She scoffed, a look of disgust twisting her symmetrical face. She opened her mouth to protest but perhaps it was best if he thought her motives were… less selfish, “I gave you that shave because I’m tired of every man in this organization looking like he rolled out of bed and then trudged through the sewer. Believe me,” Navyri frowned, assessing her nails and their sharpness, “If it was up to me, I’d strip Noth down and scrub him till his wings were as white as mine. Nerononin too. You just happened to need a little less work.”

In fact, only Maws seemed to have a semblance of style but she didn’t care for his presence. He reminded too much of a cat watching a canary, ready to pounce. He was perhaps the biggest enigma to the woman, and she wouldn’t mind keeping it that way. In fact, even his mannerisms seemed… precise. Too perfect for any given situation. Has he not looked at her wings with a hunger, only to pretend it to be mere sexual attraction? Navyri doubted his motives.

“Last questions,” she muttered, running a hand along her jaw in thought, “What would you die for, Al’Angyryl aside? What do you value most in this world?”

[Ryder]

As the woman rummaged through her basket, Ryder watched curiously. As he considered standing up to grab his shirt, he paused while sat in the chair, the woman seemingly in shock that he man had called it a free beard trim. Was it not, he wondered? It hadn't cost him anything.
"I didn't mean to offend" he said, glancing curiously to the woman. It wasn't a secret that she was strange, in Ryder's experience at least. In the few bits he had spent with the woman she had seen him undressing, mounted his lap and shaved his beard for the sake of making him look neater and nicer. Physically and mentally, the man didn't know how to react to this woman.

"That would be a sight to behold, though the white wings wouldn't suit him" Ryder shrugged, standing up finally, the tension in his body having faded fast when the woman had removed herself from his lap. Slowly, he made his way to where his shirt was, putting it back on but leaving all the buttons undone. It wasn't as if the woman hadn't been up close and personal already, but he felt somewhat more covered in case anyone else decided to join them, his mark no longer on display.
Opening up his coin purse, the man quietly pulled out five gold nel. Four went in one hand while he sat and rolled the other over his knuckles, back and forth between them. Then he listened to the last question - what would he die for. A small smirk crept on to his face, amusement filling his features. With a glance down to his hand, he let out a sigh and grabbed another five gold nel, putting all ten in his hand as he came over to Navyri - offering the gold to her while looking her in the eyes.

"My life, which means there's nothing worth dying for. Living is far too much fun."

[Navyri]

⌘ Common ⌘ Rakahi ⌘ Euthic Sign ⌘ Grovokian ⌘

Ryder’s footsteps were loud in the quiet room, the tension fading like a dispelled magic. She felt more focused with distance between them, particularly between him and her blade. Taking the jar of cream out of her pocket, she rejoined it with her other toiletries, many of which provided by the Al’Angyryl. On the road, she had to keep things to a bare minimum, unless she was sailing, in which case, she had a bit more freedom. But with limited fresh water, she had to get used to the grim of sweat and sunlight.

At least Etzos had some perks, the rest of the city be damned.

"That would be a sight to behold, though the white wings wouldn't suit him"

Navyri smirked, humming in agreement. Murder Maid wasn’t wrong. Not everyone could pull off white wings. In fact, she didn’t think she could, having mostly associated herself with darkness the entirety of her life, “No, perhaps not. He's more of a black winged fellow, isn't he?”

Ryder moved to retrieve his shirt, Navyi watching him closely until she noticed it was just a piece of clothing and not a weapon. You could never be too careful when working for a dangerous faction, and he almost reminded her of an old friend - the buttons left open in a relaxed sort of way. It was a very Biqaj style, not that he was one.

Finally he answered, the sound of jostling coins in his hand. What did Ryder value most? She stood, sliding her basket over her arm once more.

”My life, which means there's nothing worth dying for. Living is far too much fun."

Navyri Vy’pyjr smiled, her own hand lowering upon the coin with a hint of respect in her voice, “Cheers to that.”

[Adam Michaels]

Overview

Well Well well, you two would make daddy delroth proud this had -everything. Ryder I absolutely marveled at how you presented him, cautious confident in stride and powerful yet left so open to a blade across the neck from intrigue perhaps allure. It takes grit as a writer to leave yourself exposed. And Navyri soo bold in seductive presence and that arrogance you truly do capture the essence of beauty and the beast a role model for those wishing to start a Naerik , writing passion and romance in my oppinion takes courage and balls of steel don't pay mind to those jealous for you as a writer have captured the essence of woman not only in touch with her sexuality but owns it. You both captured a tension within this thread that was riveting and I think you both as writers blended superbly sharing the narrative, this was something special and I'm glad I got to read it.

Simply put Marvelous

I do have one regret while everything is in order I am limited to just my cell phone I hope you two don't mind sharing the same space.

Points

XP: 15

Loot/Injuries/Overstepping

Ryder Loot. -10gn
Navyri Loot: +10 gn
Renown : 10 oh my what would the boss say.

Knowledge

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Navyri
Seduction: Bend Over in Short Clothes
Seduction: Gauging a Man's "Excitement"
Seduction: Straddle The Interested Party
Seduction: How to Take Control
Seduction: Explore With Touch
Seduction: The Sexual Allure of Dominating Another
Seduction: Introduce Weapons For Added Thrill
Cosmetology: Shaving A Man's Beard
Cosmetology: Keep a Steady Hand When Grooming
Cosmetology: Identifying Where Looks Can Be Approved
Deception: Act Friendly When You Want Something
Discipline: How to Keep a Clear Mind Around the Attractive

Ryder: Very Attracted to You
Ryder: A Simple Man of Simple Pleasures
Ryder: Easily Distracted
Ryder: "Murder Maid"
Ryder: As Selfish As You Are
Ryder: Willing to Part with Coin

Ryder
Seduction: The bodies reaction
Seduction: Bodies pressed together
Seduction: Eye contact
Seduction: Being shirtless can add to a situation
Seduction: Playing a game
Seduction: Having someone sat on your lap
Seduction: Tension can be attractive
Discipline: Sitting still
(He only wants 8 skill knowledges, nothing more)

Navy: Works for AA
Navy: Has met Delroth
Navy: Very forward

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