Dreaming to get a job (Chemar)

[Darren]

Location: The Dreaming Lady Date: 83th of Summer, Year 511 Finally... thought a weary Vantha as he looked at the imposing area before him. The very thought of making room through a mountain was hard enough to fathom but this establishment looked to be entirely under embedded into the mountain itself. *Sigh* These crazy redheads and their architecture he muttered half-annoyed and half-amazed. He entered the dreaming looking with a slight pout, seemingly only mildly interested in the area as he strolled along the first area. His routine was magnificently interrupted as he froze in place as the first signs of extra warmth and humidity touched his features. ...What was that? he wondered aloud as he started to stir uncomfortably under the new conditons. Frowning slightly, he undid the top of his vest as he further investigated the unsettling abode. Looking at the area's flooring Darren quietly complentated for a moment whether to take off his shoes or not. He didn't want to offend the people who owned the place but on the other hand the chance to come off as awkward was there. Shrugging slightly he took his shoes off as he stepped into through, having yet to find anyone. Perhaps he came a bit too early today? he wondered. Having spent all time the other two days trying to find the place and otherwise exploring, when he finally found The Dreaming Lady it was already time to close shop. Looked forward Darren saw to see the path branch off into three different halls. Now would be the time to stop and see if anyone was around. "Hello anyone out there?" he called out shoes in hand. His eyes darted anxiously around the room as his eyes showed the slight distress he might have had. oocItalics will be Vani

[Chemar Tisserand]

Wallflower was not a term generally used to describe the older of the Tisserand twins, Chemar, but within the walls of the Dreaming Lady she had the uncanny ability to exist as furniture, to meld into the environment until such a time she wished to reveal herself. Such was the case this day. Seated on a outcropped bit of ledge along the back of the main room, she watched. Though embodying various hues of fire from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, the statue-like stillness that held her body, made her almost unnoticeable. She often took this stance while waiting for unfamiliar clients, giving herself a brief opportunity to watch them before her presence was betrayed. Her gold ringed eyes watched the young man from the moment he entered. Solas had stepped out for the shop business, leaving Chemar to take over her usually greeting and direction, Rae was midway through a session in the dreaming chambers. The Dreamwalker listened as the man spoke to himself. Vantha. Though not able to speak it, she could recognize the tongue by its sound. Curiously, she cocked her head as he began taking off his shoes, and a mischievous smile turned the corners of her full lips. She waited until he'd spoken again, padding around the shop with his shoes in hand. He had a nice face, in spite of the mask of anxiety he seemed to wear. "Hello." As always, Chemar's voice was nearly a whisper, but it cut through to his ears without hindrance and gave him a bit of a start, only increasing the humor held in her smile. "You didn't plan on taking anything else off, did you? Perhaps I spoke too soon."

[Darren]

The Vantha did something wrong. Darren had that feeling as the raspy whisper send a tingle down his spine. He quickly cocked his head to the direction of the the voice, nearly jumping at the sight of Chemar's scrutinizing eyes. Naturally drawing back as his eyes examined the Inarta tentatively he quickly found that he was in fact in no trouble at all. In fact the woman was smiling, that's always good. Right? In turn Darren returned with his own easy smile as he nodded politely. "Hello" he finally replied as the initial shock settled, "Are you Chemar?" The followup question took him off guard, what does that mean? Darren stood uncomprehending for a moment as he looked first at his shoes before opening his vest slightly. Darren took a pace before realizing that she might have been joking. "You are teasing me right?" he ask half convinced as he gave a nervous laugh. It was too unfair to the Vantha, he wasn't too sure of what to make of this place. For all he knew she might have been serious, if she knew his earlier job description she would understand. "I'm... wanting to try out here? Kaden said I should visit and see Chemar for job. I am here to audition" he explained as he put his shoes away. Darren tugged absently at his neck as he gave a nervous smile. He glanced at Chemar and then at the general area a bit lost. "What do you do?" That was all he could ask, nothing else seemed to encompass everything he wanted to know about the place. Though he wasn't quite sure why exactly the place was called the 'Dreaming Lady' Darren could easily see that the skills of a masseuse is somewhat relevant to the store's service. But what exactly he has yet to fathom. The place had it's place of mystique in his mind as he looked at the soft but slightly sweltering area. It was so hot here..., maybe he should take off some of his clothes afterall? He looked back at Chemar somewhat pleadingly wondering if it would be considered rude if he took off his longsleeve.

[Chemar Tisserand]

Chemar listened patiently, until he seemed to have exhausted his inner dialogue. She had yet to move a muscle from her original spot, lingering in her position of comfort, and authority, according to the young man's reaction to her. "So many questions." She paused, going over them in her head and placing them in what she thought as the order of most pertinence. "Indeed, I am Chemar. Good guess there. And yes, I was teasing you." Her smile became warm and inviting and a twinkle settled in her green eyes. She took a breath of time to consider the other questons as he tugged at the collar of his shirt."Please, make yourself comfortable." She raised a curved brow and crossed her arms gracefully across her chest, watching him. "What do we do here..? Here, we help people relax, and release their daily life." She gestured with a sweep of her arm to the left side of the room that led into the spa. "Healing, for those in need of such, you could find there." With her right hand, she pointed toward the path to the healers. "And here...is a little less tangible in its purpose. A slow nod toward the dreaming chambers directed his gaze. One movement brought her to her feet, almost as though she poured from the ledge, and she strolled across the room, her bare feet soundless against the floor. When she reached the man, she made one circle around him, never taking her eyes off him. "My turn. What is it you wish to try out on me? Mr. ...?" She stopped off his left side, closer than most would stand, but never touching. Bright eyes were direct, meeting his without hesitation. "You have piqued my interest, don't keep me in suspense." Was she still teasing him? The air seemed very still around Chemar, as though something inside her took any natural current given off by a living being and quieted it, she was almost like a void next to him, waiting to absorb whatever he decided to offer up of himself. She waited there for his response, not the least bit put off by their proximity.

[Darren]

Darren said his thanks as he took off his coat and longsleeves, he noticed it was actually pretty normal to be seen wearing little to nothing in Wind Reach. Granted with their altitude it might be slightly chilly but they didn't seem to mind, the Vantha wouldn't be either. However the heat on the other hand... that was something that he couldn't simply ignore. "Thank you. I'm very hot, especially in this light" He then showed his gnosis mark to Chemar to explain his condition. While only seen as a few blue thin lines etched around his arm it served a higher purpose then that of decoration. "Helps me keep warm in Taldera but here it's very hot" he laughed as he added his vest to his persons. 'Relax and release' Darren mouthed as he settled himself. It seemed odd how skewed those same exact words are in his head. Nevertheless, the Vantha understood what pretense Chemar meant as she continued her illustration. The next part though was what he didn't understand, much less pronounce. "Tan's ebile?" he questioned as he followed her gaze. Rather then explain Chemar instead seeming moved quietly up to him. Again he backed off slightly as she circled him as she neared the front he wore an impassive face trying to otherwise impress her with his discipline. As she whispered what he wanted to do with her only one thought screamed out in particular. LIE! his subconscious ordered him. Darren stammered for a moment before he answered in a low voice "Massage. Er- I mean you. Massage you. Yea! That!" he flustered slightly. He put his hands heind him shyly as he tried not to look at the woman. He wasn't really expecting this at all for a simple job request, naturally Darren found it hardest to say anything when he wasn't the one making the advances. "Is that okay?"

[Chemar Tisserand]

Chemar waited patiently as the young man's words and tongue tripped over each other. Massage. When he'd finished his response, she smiled at him once more and began to move into the spa, making a stop at the door to throw the lock. "Massage is it? Well, usually my manager Solas see to the initial 'auditions'." She used his wording intentionally, liking the word itself, as well as the implication of her power over his future. "In her absence, you will have to suffer my company. This way." As she made the passage into the spa, the dreamwalker removed a long translucent scarf from her hips and used to to secure her cascading red hair into a long tail. When she heard no sound of his movement, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Please, join me." When he was finally spurred to movement by her words she smiled and moved into one of the private massage areas. Without a word, she slipped behind a 3/4 wall for some privacy. "Tell me about your experience, Mr....?" Again she sought an offering of his name. In the next moments, her bryda appeared as she slung it casually over the top of the partition, the delicate glass beading chiming softly as it settled. It was joined by her vinati after another chorus of singing glass. The sound of rustling fabric followed and then Chemar stepped from behind the partition. Her body was entirely bare, save for a length of red fabric wrapped around her from breast to mid-thigh. With a sweep of her hand, palm raised to the ceiling, she beckoned him to the table behind her. "Shall we?" When he began to approach, she turned her back to him, loosened the secured fabric and lay on the table face down, the fabric now draped over her like a blanket, following every contour of the body hidden beneath. "It doesn't appear you've brought your own supplies." With her chin resting on folded arms, she looked to him. "You will find all you need in the cabinet behind there." She lifted her shoulders from the table for a brief moment and pointed at an ornate glass cabinet along the wall. "I fancy the cinnamon oil, and I do insist you tell me your name before we continue." She rested her cheek on a bent arm and watched him, a fall of red hair and glass teardrops fanning across her shoulder to drip like honey off the edge of the table.

[Darren]

Darren internally groaned at the word. Auditions. Why did she have to use that word? Waiting until she looked away he twitched slightly as he recalled the first audition he went through. Perhaps he learned how to deal with the stress better? In any case the Vantha whispered a quick prayer to himself before he followed Chemar inside. Tilting his head slightly he looked at Chemar looking at her incredulously as he took a place next to her. "No pain. Is nice to meet you." Again Darren gave another worried look, was he doing something wrong? "I mean it! I am happy you have met you!" he reassured as Chemar changed. Maybe that was enough to reconcile any previous disrespectful actions he might have done? Upon closer observation, a small voice in his head quitely explained what he did wrong. Tell her your name already. "Ah! Darren, Darren Whitevine. I learned message through family practices. In Avanthal. Then I work in Denval. At their temple of Nikali." The last tidbit hopefully being more then enough reason for the lack of reaction from him as he made his way towards her. His mouth was sewned tight as he nodded in response. It was easy to see the amount of restraint he forced on himself as he looked at Chemar's figure in front of him. If Darren opened his mouth now, he couldn't be too sure what would come out would be appropriate. Thankfully Chemar gave him something constructive to put his mind to, very good move on her part. The vantha would just have to simply comply to the needs of his victim-patient... sigh* I''ll just have to be careful is all. With enough mental coaching he might just make a good impression. First order of business, the cinnamon oil. "You can call me anything Ms. Chemar. Darren is good though." Darren gave his best smile as he came back with the oil, letting himself have an appreciative whiff before presenting the bottle. "You like the taste too? Or just the smell?" Clumping Chemar's hair together behind her, Darren then went to work apply a dash of the oil on her back before putting a bit on his palms. Making a thin layer of the oil on his hands he then worked to spread the remaining fluids on her. Taking care to make sure his hands were warm beforehand he dipped his finger into the liquid before describing circles on her back. By the time the oil was gone he had already covered most of what he needed. "How's that?" The Vantha smiled to himself at the small feat, maybe he was starting to learn how to take other's feelings into consideration. "Would you like to know anything else about me? Maybe we have something in common" Darren offered as he started his initial routine. Just an easy shoulder massage and then he'll have to see where to go from there. oocI notice you don't say "She said" too much. Is that considered good RP? Trying it out and is sorta tricky ^^

[Chemar Tisserand]

"Darren it is then. Very pleased to meet you Master Whitevine ." She closed her eyes as she waited for the bouquet of the cinnamon to reach her nose. The spicy smell always put exotic thoughts into her head no matter what the situation, probably the reason she favored it so. As he continued to speak, his voice became more relaxed and conversational. "The taste of it can be a little shocking, it's very strong. But I so suppose it depends on the amount you taste. A little is nice. " His touch was gentle when he moved aside her long hair and even more so when the pads of his fingers began tracing along her back. Initially, she remained silent and let him do his work, concentrating on the methods he used, he was a little tentative, but the massage was lovely, and she said so. When he had finished with her shoulders she looked back at him, drawing her arm close out of modesty, or perhaps to spare him embarrassment. "Thank you, that was lovely." She paused for a moment, watching his face. "For someone like me, whose work is not so physical, that is fine. But most who come here lead very hard lives, and are looking for something a little more..." She searched for the right word, not wishing to invite anything onto herself that was not intended. "Something with more pressure. Their muscles are sore to their core, and often need something more vigorous. " She cocked her head in hopes that he understood and adjusted her arm a little. "Does that make sense?" Her green eyes were bright as she looked up at him, and along with the deep red of her hair and the pale ivory of her skin, she might have looked less like a possible employer than intended, but her voice was always quite proper. "Let's do this. Imagine I am an Endal, having spent my day hunting. What would you offer me to soothe my muscles?" She gave a quick nod and turned away, returning to her former posture and waited for his next action. "How long have you been in Wind Reach?"

[Darren]

"Shocking?" The vantha took a curious look at the cinnamon in his hands, making sure Chemar wasn't watching he took a lick from his fingertips. Darren soon found he didn't like the taste at all as he retched at the flavors, bitter, spicy, a hint of sweetness and overall... salty. Maybe I shouldn't have tasted it AFTER I applied it all over Chemar's back. It was when Ms. Chemar turned around did he decide to smack his lips. Pausing for a moment looking like a deer caught in a trap he crudely explained with a short display. Taking another lick from the remaining cinnamon left on his fingers he quickly grimaced from the taste before smacking his lips again and wiping his touch with his hand. "Erm... sorry I was 'how you call?' curious. You like the massage? I am happy to know" Giving a appreciative smile for the compliment Darren, his eyes didn't waver from the Inarta's gaze as she shared her concerns. Tilting his head to hear the upcoming description, the Vantha didn't take any precautions to hide his want to improve. "Muscles. Sore. Need... Vighor?" His eyes went up as if to look into his brain for the word. Vighor, Vig hor, Big Whore? He grimaced at the conclusions of his investigation, frowning slightly as he waited for Chemar's reasoning. "No... that does not. I am not sure I am doing the understanding." Darren watched Chemar warily for a moment, trying to find any indications of deception or humor. He found none, instead the hopeful attendant was only entranced by what he saw. Luminous green eyes coupled with a strong gaze, Darren found it hard to cast suspicion to such a pure individual. Maybe, but I think she called me fat. Listening carefully, his demeanor was subtly disrupted by the word Endal. What would I do? As Chemar looked away a slight feeling of panic coursed through him. What does she want? I don't wanna be a big whore. Darren's mouth quivered indignantly as he tried to calm himself down. I'm not fat... Perhaps after hearing the word Endal his mind might have wandered subconsciously, leaving him unable to remember what Ms. Chemar asked him to perform. Gripping his hands tightly, his knuckles whitened slightly at the seemingly absurd request Ms. Chemar seemed to lay down for him. Imagine your Endal, I don't want to do this if Fois ever comes here... A tight knot in his stomach formed as he mustered up enough courage to do what was needed. Grabbing another container of cinnamon he positioned himself in front of Chemar before talking a small sample. "MMM! This is tastin so good." Waving it's contents in front of his victi-client's nose he set aside the jar next to her as he got to work. Sitting atop Chemar's waist he performed long sweeping kneading motions throughout her back before starting smaller, similar notions along her center. Granted he was putting his frustration due to the situation to use but he retrained himself. Any indications of discomfort would result with him applying less force. A slight layer of sweat started to form on the back of his neck as his nervous impulses told him to quit altogether. I don't like vighor. ooc : Hope you don't mind the language. If you do I shall refrain in the future. Sorry I didn't post too quickly, I was distracted all day but I came up with an awkward situation so there's that.

[Chemar Tisserand]

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the movement as he lifted his finger to his mouth, but before she could stop him the grimace emerged. "I'm sorry, I should have been more clear." She winced, knowing the flavor of the oil, she would have to be more clear in her wording. As the hand rose again she spoke up. "Oh no.. " Wince She was too late again. The progression of emotion and misunderstanding that was written on his face as she spoke was perplexing. One moment he seemed to comprehend, and the next it was like looking into a glass of ink, so murky with misinterpretation that she couldn't find that right words to back out of the confusion. When she had offered as much explanation as she could without clouding the situation any further, she waited until he had seemed to process her instruction. A slow breath began their second round, and once again she lowered to the table, with some small measure of apprehension. When Darren appeared before her to once again taste the pungent oil, she grimaced, and reached out to try and stay his hand from approaching his mouth again..."Please.. stop eating it. It does not taste good. You don't need to eat it." With her face resting in her palm she tried to mentally navigate her way through the tangled mess that was his job interview, when all at once she felt the weight of him straddling her hips. "What?! Darren! Wait!" With all the delicacy of a lumbering bear he began grinding his limbs into the pale skin of her back, nearly smashing her into the tabletop. She threw her hands up in surrender and in a voice that was far louder than her usual calmed tones she demanded he stop. "Stop!" Without waiting for him to 'dismount' she began to roll over, forcing him off her as she gathered the fabric around her body. Like a springing doe, she was off the table and had put a measurable distance between Darren and her. The look on his face was one of horror and she was filled with a sense of concern, instantly seeking a way to get back on track. She approached Darren, tucking the fabric hugging her body into itself until it was secured. "I don't think I was clear." She offered her most soothing and understanding smile, resting a gentle hand on his arm. "We should start again. Wait here just a moment." Once again, she disappeared behind the half screen to return dressed, a few moments later. "I can see you have some skill with massage, but you need to be able to measure..to figure out, what your client needs." She smiled, looking for any sign of understanding. "-I- will show -you-. Please, get comfortable." With a sweeping gesture, she directed him to the table. "Please, it will be fine."