Completed Bar Struck

[Maduro Salvitary]

1st of Spring 513 AV

It was a nice night, he enjoyed the bright of the moon. It was like a fairy tale, and all he need to do is but open the book and read his story. He found himself heading east towards a bar of his own personal liking, the women were rowdy and full of fire it was just the way he liked it. Passionate embrace with a sexy female mercenary seemed like the way to go, and so he went without much of a second thought on how dangerous his little endeavor may be. But then he was a scofflaw and a scoundrel looking to have a good time.

As he made his way he entered the building and scanned it looking for candidates and he spotted one. A short haired blond, in leather armor with a sword strapped to her waist. She had that physique and that determined and confident look. It was a challenge he was eagerly waiting to accept.

He took a seat next to her and ordered his drink of choice, a glass of spiced rum. He took a sip of his drink and closed his eyes for a moment savoring the flavor.

It was then that he decided it was time to see what this woman was made of, and he began to concentrate and focus in on her. Auristics, it was probably the most subtle of personal magics with benefits that exceeded expectations. It was probably the worlds greatest ice breaker, and he began to learn what he could without engaging her in a conversation. Time was bountiful in a place like this, and he could steadily concentrate on the task at hand.

It was as if the noise in the room slowly drowned out, as he took a look at who this woman was. Her Aura revealed what vague things it could, she was fierce her aura was overwhelming and she seemed healthy. There was more so much more layers upon layers but even some of the easiest readings were simply just beyond his skill to really allow him to read into her spiritual glow. The reading he got left more questions then it gave answers, the general impression was she was healthy but he couldn't figure out that feeling of fierceness.

So was she was dangerous?

He had figured out what little he could and as he withdrew his focus upon her, its like a tidal wave of information came crashing down on him, like that cacophony of chattering and clandestine clanking of glasses and feet. He rubbed his hand across his face to help wake him up, as the Auristics tended to make him a little tired in the wee hours.

But now it was time to just relax and sip and let her slam her beers down, that was the difference between responsible enjoyment and getting blasted. Of course it was a hand well played, being a hypnotist meant that he could only do so much. You had to let your target do the work for you, and she was doing a splendid job.

She seemed coherent but intoxicated, it was time for him to make his move as he was riding his light buzz from his liquor.

Djed began to weave with an intention, a thought the phrase he was looking for. Was wow hes good looking, handsome, sexy he wove his suggestion as nicely as he possibly could before.

He waited for a minute for his azure blue eyes, to meet her emerald green eyes before he smiled at her and it was then that he released his mental suggestion to her. It was but a moment and the damage had been done, her eyes softened she stared back intently and smiled back. It was the synchronization of the art of seduction and the art of mystic persuasion. It was just a little tap on the ball to help things get moving.

His opening line,

Evening Beautiful

He brought his hand up to shake hers and when they touched, he focused his djed and wove another spell. He made sure that when he held her hand his grip was secure but not suffocating, and as he did this he released an Emotional Response. He was eliciting a feeling of euphoria and pleasure to set the subtle mood between the two.

Of course she was blissfully unaware of what was going on, because he knew the art of seduction and he knew how to play hypnotism to increase his chances of success.

He brought her hand to his face and kissed the top of her hand and allowed her to retract hers.

But then he went back to sipping on his rum, before he spoke again.

So what do you for work?
I couldn't help but notice that sword by your hip, Im tempted to say its almost as big as mine.

He spoke playfully, but he had all the right cards in this pseudo science. She thought he was good looking, she allowed him to make contact, and allowed a moment of intimacy. Even if it was him playfully teasing and being silly it still did have an implication, it put the image of him in her mind. It opened her up to the idea of further intimacy.

She responded... with a smile.
Im a sword for hire, and bullshyk kid.

[Maduro Salvitary]

There was a moment of pause before his response, he kept a smile to hide what he was about to say. Took a nice long sip of his rum, and left the woman hanging. She wanted his response, but he left it up in limbo for a moment.

A sword for hire? Ah I as well, my sword is also for hire but for you though id gladly wield it for free.

He sat on his seat with a smug look on his face, there was a moment of energy that was electric between the two of them. He liked to play games with his words in conversation. He was a bit brave with what he said, but had a way of feeling out body language and character.

It might have been the cheesiest of cheesies, but it didn't matter.

She came to indulge perhaps a sadness, but deep down he had a feeling she wanted to be entertained. Was that not why they were here at the bar? To forget about the problems of there lives, if only for but one moment.

Although desire was a fickle thing, perhaps she yearned for his embrace. To tumble in the sheets, and be carried far from her cares and worries in a land of make believe and ecstasy.

Regardless of what Maduro was thinking, the woman couldn't help but break her straight face and chuckle.

Salvitary brought his hands up looking around shocked and confused in a playful manner, like he was offering her a handful of diamonds and she was adamantly refusing because she preferred cubic zirconia.

A little silly, but that was the nature of this subtle game.

Games like this left the impression of charming and fun, a type of mental note that if she left with him they might have more fun together.

[Maduro Salvitary]

I see you doubt my credentials, let me tell you about sword play madam. Now when you wield your sword, you must know what you are doing. Nobody likes a madman just thrashing around, its about style, rhythm, and momentum.

But if you ask me Maduro Salvitary! it all comes down to the thrust.

It has to be powerful, decisive, you must pour yourself into the motion.

By now the half drunk Mercenary was laughing hysterically, so many innuendos little puns and tid bits she couldn't help herself it was just to much. Now what could have been a long serious and boring conversation turned into a bit of role play, a little twist to spicen up the dull dreary night.

Yes little tiger, I see that you are without a doubt an exceptional swordsman.

She took a drink from her mug, and did a pseudo bow before laughing again.

But sometimes you must proceed with caution, you never know what could happen Mr Maduro. You might find yourself one day, helpless, disrobed, at the mercy of another.

She was enthusiastic about her last statement, she was quick to figure out the rules of there game and now with her wit she made a retort. She wanted to know how Salvitary would react.

Well now, such words do tremble my heart.

Perhaps you should escort me back to my room, as you said you never know where the danger may be lurking.

He smiled devilishly

Just to be safe, of course.

The woman smiled devilishly back

Of Course, we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you now would we

[Maduro Salvitary]

Well with you around I certainly feel safer.

Maduro feeling rather accomplished proceeded to the next phase of his dastardly though exceptional plan. He would get some protection with benefits, but he had to be careful how he played his cards with this one. A mercenary was all about there money, so he didn't want to try and use Hypnotism as it might conflict with a core ideal. And while the using of magic to enhance his seduction skills in his own belief was brilliant, he would have to remember to proceed with a level of caution especially so in Sunberth.

The danger was everywhere even amidst a roaring good time, just one mistake one push to far and this fem fatal might do some thrusting of her own. And in a seriously uncool way, after all it was he Maduro Salvitary that did the thrusting around here !

He was left to figure out a way to seal the deal, in more ways then one.

Salvitary would have to figure out what kind of angle he was going to approach this with, the right pitch, the right level of seduction.

Maduro began to spin his next little masterpiece, his djed flowed and wove like thread weaving back and forth. He was knitting something positively perfect for the situation, he had cast two times. Both basic or novice level spells, the third one would be his last for the night. This one was on par with his level it required a level of competence. He began the process of developing this thought. This would be easy in this current situation, a mercenary was a soldier of fortune. And what did mercs hold in the highest of regards? Money.

He slipped her the love letter and let it sink into her mind with a Piercing Thought . The interesting thing about this technique is that it presents the idea to the user in there own voice, like they themselves thought of it. Maduro was unsure if it presented the idea word for word, or if his thoughts were processed differently yet the meaning was still intact. This was a tricky technique.

~After I finish impressing him upstairs, I should see if he needs my other services.~

Maduro smiled at the Mercenary and she seemed to lean back for a moment, thinking. A second or two passed and she leaned in real close, so close that the warmth of her breath sailed down his neck as she whispered in his ear.

Come Don't Keep Me Waiting

And with that Maduro Salvitary, took a moment to pay the barkeep and follow the woman upstairs.

It would be a night not soon forgotten, but only time would tell if his last manipulation would prove to be useful. Regardless of the outcome he would enjoy the fruits of his labor, as at this point he was already the victor.

Of course on his way up he realized something, he had neglected to ask the woman her name.