Closed Dance the Worries Away (Azira, Marrin)

[Syveris]

OOCAzira is right. There wasn't a definitive plot, as its more fun this way. Don't worry, I enjoyed it.

The man holding Azira suddenly released her, and Syveris saw Marrin behind her, after the man dropped to the ground. She saw the last one, the one who wasn't screaming like an idiot because of a very deserved wound, approach Marrin, and she tried to stop him. However, the movement had the same effect as before, and she stopped, unsure about what was happening and what she could do.

She felt stupid and useless for not being able to do anything to help her friends, and she watched hopeless when the man knock Marrin down. Her attention turned to the screaming man as soon as Azira took care of the one that had hit the blond. He was quickly walking away, trying to run or hide. She growled to herself, annoyed, but didn't dare to move after him, although her mind was filled with desire to do so. What the petch was that thing he threw on her, anyway?

Syveris watched the man until he disappeared between the crowd, still anger at everything and at herself, when she heard Azira call her. She turned, and would answer the question if the huntress gesture hadn't made her body tremble with something her drunken mind still couldn't quite grasp. The Avora stumbled back, shoving the others hand away in an aggressive gesture, desperate to get rid of the sensation. The tears began to fall, even though she tried to hold them back.

Pleasure. Her mind finally registered the feeling, and she guilty and disgusted with herself. It had been only a touch, and yet, she had shivered with it. One part of her brain was telling her that there was nothing wrong, that she should just relax. But the bigger part was screaming at her about how twisted this feeling was. Azira was her friend, not someone she saw in that way, and worse still, they had just gotten out of a fight.

Syveris suddenly remembered the yellow and annoying dust, and she trembled, this time from fear. Had she been drugged? The Avora knew nothing about the drugs that went around the Inclement Weather, but that was the only explanation.

"No, I'm not ok." she finally answered the huntress, looking around and trying very hard not to touch anyone. "I think that Dek licker drugged me!" the Avora eyed the man, still kneeling in the floor because of the pain, wishing she could go and kick his brains out. "Please, let's get out of here. Please." she was feeling each time more desire towards almost everyone around them, and she was afraid of what she could do. Syveris wasn't drunk enough to actually want to sleep with the first person she laid her eyes on, but if the feeling continued to grow, she feared it would be exactly what would happened.

x Poppy

[Azira]

   

The violence of the young woman startled her. Her hand was shoved away with such force that Azira actually staggered back a step, staring at her friend in shock. The girl had begun to cry and the huntress had no idea what she'd done. She realised that perhaps this was a delayed reaction to the teen's experience and she decided that touching was probably a bad idea considering what had just happened. 

The glassworker began to tremble and talk about being drugged. It made sense to her when she remembered the dust that had been shoved in her friend's face. Perhaps that was part of the reason that she was so upset. Azira was careful not to touch her again though she moved closer so that she could talk to her more easily.

"It's okay, we'll get you back to your rooms. I'll just make sure that Marrin is in a fit state to leave and then we'll go, okay?" Her voice was soft and unhurried, oozing calmness despite the worry she was feeling. Moving to Marrin's side, she regarded him critically, unsure how hurt he was. He probably wasn't too bad. He was conscious and his face would probably be bruised tomorrow but that was about it.

"Syveris wants to go, want to come with us? A bodyguard might be nice," she suggested. The teen thought that it was a good idea if the hunter left, he'd all ready had too much to drink as far as she was concerned so leaving was a good idea.

x

[Marrin]

Marrin’s jaw ached from the impact, his lower lip split and bleeding. His spine felt stiff and he’d landed hard on his tailbone, his head having connected with the stone floor. His vision slowly came back into focus, stars flashing and spinning about him as he gathered his senses. His eyes focused on the face of his attacker, face twisted in shock and pain as glass crystals rained down around him, the lights above making it look like an exploding crystalline halo. Luckily, the man’s body was in the way of any glass that would have landed in Marrin’s eyes, most of it bouncing harmlessly off his bryda. The man yelped in pain and lunged at his savior, Azira as irony would have it, but she was faster than the drunk. He tumbled over her outstretched leg, face colliding with the floor and the miscellaneous glass shards that elegantly matched the ones protruding from the back of his head. Marrin blinked, and blinked, and continued to blink until he was sure he understood what had just transpired, and by the time he had Azira was kneeling by him and speaking to him. As soon as she suggested his guarding the two, new life sprung into the stunned hunter, a wide grin growing on his face. She was asking for his help, and not just that but help in protecting her and her friend, which meant she trusted him with her life. At least, that’s what his intoxicated mind told him. He nodded, accepting the invitation before looking to his left and right to see all the glass scattered about. If he laid his hands down, his palms would be full of glass, and he didn’t know how to stand without using his hands. Instead, he offered his hand out to Azira. ”Could I… get a little help up?” he asked, slightly sheepish.

[Azira]

   

The hunter didn't look too good. Looking at him now, she could see the glazed, unfocused look in his eyes. It could have be a consequence of his fall but it could just as easily have been because of his drinking. The huntress couldn't be sure. If he'd hit his head on the way down then she'd go with the former which wasn't much comfort to her.

The suggestion that he'd be their body guard brought life back into his eyes as his face split into a grin. If smiling like that hurt his lip, he didn't seem to take any notice. She rolled her eyes at his reaction though she was glad that the suggestion had worked as she'd hoped he would. The young woman hoped that it wouldn't inflate his ego too much though. Getting to her feet, she grasped his hand and pulled, the muscles in her arm crying out in protest at his weight. Letting go when he was on his feet, she began to massage her arm. 

"You're petching heavy, do you know that?" she complained but she laughed, taking the effect out of her words. Moving away from him and back towards Syveris. She approached the glassworker as if she was a wild animal, half expecting another angry outburst. She had no idea what sort of drugs the young woman had been given so she didn't know what would make her react violently.

"Right come on, Syveris. We're going now," she informed the girl before turning to lead the way through the crowd. The Inarta on the dance floor were beginning to go back to their former occupations, their curiosity sated and the fear of being attacked the main causes. They seemed reluctant to pay any attention to the trio now and so wouldn't even acknowledge their presence by moving out of the way meaning that the young woman had to shoulder her way through. The Avora could only hope that the other two were following close behind her.

x

[Syveris]

Syveris would have hugged the huntress when she told her that they would be leaving and that she would be back to her room soon, if it weren't for her drugged state. The idea of leaving the Inclement Weather had a safe feeling attached to it, as if when she got back to her room, everything would be fine, and the weird sensations would go away. She waited as Azira checked on Marrin, moving her body to avoid contact with the people that were beginning to dance around her again. The desire had stopped to grow, finally, probably due to the fact that Syveris had tried as hard as she could to brush the dust out of her face.

The feeling was still there, though, and the dancing Inarta were beginning to close around her more and more, leaving her feeling uneasy and eager to finally leave that place before she could touch anyone again. She was pretty tired of it already. So, when Azira helped Marrin to get up and finally turned to her, Syveris quickly followed the huntress, taking advantage of the empty spaces Azira created as she walked to be able to pass without touching no one. It was hard, and there were times when, no matter how much she tried, she ended up touching someone. It sent a shiver through her body every time, and Syveris had to try very hard to ignore it, and keep walking, not really bothering to look back and see if Marrin was following them.

When they finally left the dancing space, Syveris breathed a sigh of relief, and ran as fast as she could towards the entrance. She could wait the other two outside, but she felt that, if anyone else touched her now, she would throw up with the effort of controlling her actions. That, and the drink seemed to have upset her stomach more than she had first thought.

x Poppy

[Marrin]

Azira quickly helped him to his feet, seeming to struggle with his weight. As her snide comment, he couldn’t help but laugh and look at his frame. Nobody in Wind Reach, except perhaps the occasional outsider, could ever be considered fat. He had been bulking up lately, having nobody to rely on for help during most of his hunting trips, but he doubted he’d gained too much weight. None the less, after his initial check he fell into a fit of amazement. Azira made a joke. She’s being friendly with me. Now that the alcohol was starting to wane in its power, the excitement of the evening slowly draining it from his system, he was beginning to see the novelty of the way she’d been acting around him. She had yet to insult him all evening, and had just made a joke, and it had been funny, too! It hadn’t been nearly as demeaning as he’d imagined her jokes would be, though he had to admit he didn’t often think of what kind of jokes she WOULD make if she made them. However, she seemed eager to move on and help her friend, so the witty retort he’d only just started to think of was lost to more important things. He moved quickly through the crowd, guarding Syveris’ flank as Azira took up the front. He glanced over his shoulder a number of times to see if any of the fighters were anywhere close to coming after them. It sure didn’t seem like it. But he had to check, just to make sure. He was the body guard, wasn’t he? Even if it was a joke, he didn’t want to be the one to take the fall if they came rushing through the crowd after the trio. Every time he looked back, they seemed a little more able, a bit more willing to chase after them. And every time he returned his gaze to the girls they seemed further and further away, as if they were dashing out with slowly increasing speed. He couldn’t blame them, but could they not wait just a little longer for him to catch up?! As soon as they’d left the area, Syveris dashed for the front doors, blistering a path past the redhead and him. He wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into her, he hadn’t seen her get drugged, and simply assumed she wanted to be as far away from her attackers as possible. None the less, he looked to Azira. ”Am I walking you both home?” His words were only slightly slurred by the alcohol, but his intentions were good. He wanted to make sure both the girls made it home alright. After the attempt on their… lives? Virginity? It didn’t matter. After the attempt it was clear they needed some sort of help, and he wanted to help in any way he could. He’d only just gotten on a good foot with Azira, and he didn’t want to mess up their relationship a second time.

[Azira]

Glancing back, Azira found that Syveris and Marrin were indeed following her. They didn't seem to be having any trouble passing through the crowd, the path made by the shoving of the huntress more than wide enough for the others to walk through. She was doing all the work and they could just breeze through. Great. Whatever the glass worker had been drugged with had caused a bad reaction to touch so the Avora wasn't going to chance allowing anyone to even brush off her friend so the path she was forging was good enough.

When they got off of the dance floor, the number of people thinned dramatically leaving the trio ample space to move about in. Syveris certainly took advantage of the freedom of movement to make a run for it, speeding past her as she ran for the door. The teen paused in shock to just stare after her friend, surprised by such an extreme reaction. While she stood staring after the other young woman, her fellow hunter appeared at her side.

The girl gave Marrin a look when he asked if he was walking her home as well. His speech was slurred and it was clear that he was still somewhat under the spell of alcohol though perhaps not as much as before. He was clearly still drunk enough to think that the idea of walking her home was plausible. The girl opened her mouth to retort rudely but she stopped herself, shutting her mouth with a snap. Exhaling from her nose, she replied through gritted teeth, "Fine you can walk me home as well. We get rid of Syveris first though, I think she's having a bad trip."

The young woman strode away from him then heading for the exit herself. Although she was considerably more sober than before, sobriety had its drawbacks. One was that she didn't feel too good as in slightly sick, the other was that her head didn't feel too good either, the music seeming to drill and hammer into her brain. She just wanted to leave the Inclement Weather as quickly as possible. It was a definite pattern that was beginning to emerge where herself and the Inarta night club were concerned. The last time she'd been she'd also left with a distraught female companion and had been eager to get away from the place herself. She couldn't see a return trip any time in the near future anyway, that was for sure.

x

[Syveris]

The distance from the dancing floor to the door of the Inclement Weather seemed much longer than she remembered, even if she was running as fast as she could, ignoring the looks some of the more sober people were sending her. The music was starting to get annoying, even if just moments ago she had really enjoyed it. It had been some moments ago, right? Syveris wasn't very sure, but it wasn't important, anyway.

Just before the doorway, she stumbled, but managed to keep herself from falling, although everything seemed to turn and twist around her. The Avora was feeling sick, way more sick than when she began to ran. Leaning against the wall, Syveris tried to calm herself, taking deep breathes, before she managed to walk straight again.

Once out of the Inclement, the music became slightly lower, although it was still irritating, and it was causing a headache to crawl its way to her head. The Avora grunted, feeling terrible. She just wanted to go home and sleep until the next evening. Syveris leaned against the wall once more, facing the Inner Warrens, and waiting for Azira and Marrin to arrive. She only hoped it wouldn't take to long. Her head was hurting each time more, and the stupid desire for physical contact still hadn't gone away. Right now, Syveris was more annoyed than worried, her mind clouded with both the alcohol and the lust she was feeling. Each time someone entered or left the Inclement, the Avora eyed them, thoughtfully, wondering why she shouldn't just give in to the sensations and follow someone.

However, there was something keeping her in place. Syveris didn't have the slightest idea of what it was, but it was telling her that she should just keep quiet and shove the strange thoughts deep inside her mind. That, together with the ever growing headache, kept her glued to the stone wall, facing straight into the tunnels. Syveris was beginning to get impatient. Where the petch were Azira and Marrin? She was sure they had been with her during most of the time, but now, they weren't leaving the place, and Syveris was torn between believing she had just imagined them there and going inside once again to make them hurry up. But she was afraid to, mostly because the sensations were still intense, filling her body. It was annoying, frightening and at the same time, pleasurable. With a groan, she shut her eyes close, while she waited, otherwise she might just jump in the next Inarta that passed through her.

x Poppy

[Zhol]

GRADE AWARDED!

Azira

 

Rewards

Experience

• +5 Socialization
• +2 Brawling

Lores

• Romance Novels: Surprisingly Good
• Syveris: Won't Take No For An Answer
• Cocktails: Weather Surprise (tastes great!)
• Cocktails: Ivak's Fire (not so great)
• Inclement Weather: not a safe place
• Brawling: a glass as an improvised weapon

Other Rewards

• None

 

Consequences

Injuries

• One heck of a hangover the next day.

Expenses

• None

 

Comments

Feedback

This took a little while, but it was worth it for the romance novel and giggly drunk Azira!

Not much I could give in the way of XP because it was a talky one. Socialization goes without saying, and I believe that technically Azira is now an Expert in it, which is more amusing than it should be. I've given you a little bit of Brawling as well, particularly for Azira's improvised weapon.

Please delete/edit your grade request, and don't hesitate to PM me if you have any questions about your grade!

Sylveris

 

Comments

Since your account has been inactive for more than 60 days, I have not provided a grade for this thread. If when you get back you would like to receive one, please PM me with a link to this thread, and I'll sort that out for you.

Marrin

 

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Since your account has been inactive for more than 60 days, I have not provided a grade for this thread. If when you get back you would like to receive one, please PM me with a link to this thread, and I'll sort that out for you.

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