A first real relaxation day

by **Revy Hiroe** on March 22nd, 2013, 11:09 pm

Oh the joy. She managed to actually get Zandelia speechless. This was priceless. Did Revy's action surprise her that much? She almost burst out laughing as she saw the other's shame. It served her well. That's what you get for teasing the mercenary too much. Eye for an eye and a tease for every tease. And while she could hold herself from just bursting out with laughter, she couldn't help but grin widely.

However, she was not prepared for Zand's revenge. She wasn't prepared for that in the slightest as she couldn't imagine the woman getting her revenge like this. The forceful locking of lips, while extremely embarrassing, felt so good. She missed this and not by a small amount. She actually enjoyed it so much that she wanted more, which she showed by softly grabbing onto Zandelia to hold her against herself.

But what came next, just made her push herself off from the woman. The sharp sting on her butt as it got slapped... hard. It was enough to make her yelp. That hurt! Why'd it have to be so hard? It's not like Revy had hurt Zand right? "That hurt, you... you...", she replied rather offended and with a crimson red face. She couldn't find a word for Zand without sounding rude. "I'll get back at ya, for sure. Mark my words, love."

Only after her small outburst, did she realize the meaning behind Zand's last words. "Wait, unpack her presents? Was she talking about..... She wasn't right? Though I do hope that she was....", she thought inwardly. Only then did she realize what she wanted from the other woman and went even redder if that was even possible. Now not just her face was that dark red, but also her ears. "Y... yeah, let's uhm.... look for a few more dresses.", she said to try and get her fantasy to settle down.

by **Zandelia** on March 23rd, 2013, 2:03 pm

It was a strange situation to find herself in, a shopkeeper laughing uproariously at them both as they flushed crimson in unison and their actions played them out as a pair of over-romantic youths. They were seasoned woman, both of them, and had seen many winters of conflict and injury yet there they were teasing each other coyly in public. It was an enjoyable experience but one that would not lost forever. She would enjoy it whilst she could, however seriousness would have to reassert itself in a few days if they were to survive the city of Nyka. She merely tilted her head, a small smile growing larger as she thought upon Revy’s words.

“I’m sure you will Revy, I will look forwards to it” she span around then and looked upon the wares once more.

She had caught sight of something before she had been…distracted. She searched through the assorted garments and finally pulled at the one which nagged at her mind. It was a humble affair by Nykan standards but she thought it would suit the warrior woman. It was a long affair, the hem would only just be above the ground as Revy walked, perhaps been brush it on occasion. Sleeves ended just past the elbows by the look of it and were heavily embroidered with a leafy pattern. It was the fit, however, that caused Zandelia to admire it – would admire it upon the warrior woman.

My she would be…ravishing. Before being ravished of course. Still…might take some convincing she told herself as she brushed it down and looked at it further – it would be expensive but she would consider it worth the Laat paid.

The bodice was well formed, tight and designed to not only follow but enhance the curves of the one who would be wearing it. That was not so much the problem, she could see Revy accepting that. What was more difficult, however, was the fact that the neck line was almost non-existent. It plunged down so far that at its depth in the centre it would quite literally be brushing the bottom of Revy’s sternum. Zandelia found herself wondering how one was supposed to keep it on for longer than a second. She dismissed that thought quickly and folded the dark green garment in two and took the purple from Revy.

“These two I think,” she told Revy firmly, “my present and so my choice. So can see the…other dress…later” she tried to hide her amusement but doubtless the mercenary would be suspicious.

There followed a period of barter for price with the owner of the establishment, he was forced to play the ‘I’m giving these away’ role and did so rather well indeed. Zandelia, by virtue of being the customer, responded by stating he was robbing her blind and it was terribly heartbreaking to ruin the day of two newly reunited lovers when they had given him such amusement already and, surely, that was worth a price drop in and of itself. They danced words, bandied prices and came to the realistically inevitable conclusion .

“Not bad Revy, not bad. Two dresses to see you in and he parted with them for 32 Laat. I think I’d like to see you in the green one tonight…for no real reason” she dropped the hint as she looked sideways at the other woman - they were walking the streets once more.

“What do you say we head back towards the Hostel, my dear?” she snaked her fingers to brush the cheek she had slapped, “I hope you aren’t too hurt to some more time with me. After all, we have much to…discuss”

That we do, though I suspect it might take more than one evening to get it all out. Especially if there are interruptions she told herself, silently hoping that perhaps there would be.

by **Revy Hiroe** on March 23rd, 2013, 6:13 pm

The mercenary was intrigued by what had spiked the other's interest. She wanted to see what she chosen now, but somehow she managed to hid it well. Her gifts to Revy gave her the right to choose them of course. But the amusement, she almost completely hid, got her suspicious. What could be so amusing about that particular cloth? And why did Revy think that it was something she wouldn't particularly like?

Either way, seeing the shopkeeper and Zand fight with words, dance around eachother sort of to speak, was a nice sight. Revy never bartered like that, she just went straight to the point. If she thought it was too high of a price, then she would just bluntly put it that way. Why avoid the topic when it's clear as day? It was something she never understood.

Revy grabbed Zand's hand as it brushed over her ass. "Of course I ain't hurt too much. Just... don't stroke my ass in public ok? It's.... a little embarrassing.", she replied. "And.... what do you want to discuss? Do you have any problems? If so, just tell me. I'll take care of them." She had taken the words for discussion absolutely literal. She didn't even imagine if there could be a different meaning to them. If words were unspoken, her imagination could run wild, but once uttered she took them literally.

by **Zandelia** on March 23rd, 2013, 9:15 pm

Zandelia found herself reprimanded for the simplicity of being affectionate towards the other woman’s desirable body and a spark of surprised irritation flickered within her mind, that she would be denied what she had been waiting seasons for by the very person themselves. It proved especially strange considering mercenary had been the one to pinch her rump first. Still, if it was what Revy wanted then it was what she would get – she had not the stomach for an argument this day. She pouted slightly at being rebuffed and instead put her arm around Revy’s waist once more. There would be boundaries to learn it seemed, not unexpected but they were always a tricky project to absorb.

Can I fault her though? Really? She is forced to call me a name she probably dislikes in public, I can’t touch her where she doesn’t like it in public. Compromise...after a fashion she told herself, schooling towards patience.

“Very well my dear,” she responded with a neutral voice, she couldn’t help it, “I shan’t do it again unless you tell me otherwise. My pretty little bottom pincher” she added on the end with a slight chuckle, a cheeky twinkle in her emerald green eye.

They continued to walk back towards the Safe Haven Hostel as she considered whether she could even begin to tell the other woman about the situation she was in and what she was trying to create. She felt warmed by the instant response of vengeance meted out to all those who would give her trouble, she could not deny the fact that thinking of Revy defending her on her quest possessed a certain...romance. Still, she could not just risk the other woman like that, not when her plans were so delicate that a singular miss-step could ruin them both beyond repair – physically, mentally and emotionally at that. She licked her lips as she considered, a small nervous habit she had picked up of late.

I can’t tell her about the details here, not with eyes and ears about. There could be other little bird more than willing to sell me out. But...I can tell her the general shape of...something she thought to herself.

“I have no problems Revy dear, no problems yet,” she paused then, trying to think of the right way to go about telling her what she wanted to, “but I suspect that I might need a strong, protective arm over the coming days. With what might happen I will need you more than ever. I cannot tell you how much it eases me to know I will have someone I can thoroughly trust watching over me with her shield” she finished, laying the ground work for the evening’s talk – in aprt at least perhaps.

Not that I want to do much talking this night she grinned inwardly to herself, though she knew some of what she wanted to do would have to be divulged now.

“But that is for tonight, I can’t discuss it...here. Come, the Safe Haven is before us. We’ll get our evening’s meal and we can spend the rest of the time in our room. Gods it feels nice to say that” she almost giggled at that voiced sentiment.

She led them to the door and through it into the hostel. She fully expected Revy to have questions, her face revealed it all – she was worried, frowning as she was. She also fully expected a haranguing over the dress she had picked too – but hopefully acceptance of that would come in time. What she most fervently yearned for, however, was an evening with Revy alone, one where they didn’t cry themselves to sleep.

by **Revy Hiroe** on March 23rd, 2013, 10:40 pm

The mercenary stayed silent the rest of the way. Ever since Zand had mentioned that Revy attracted the eyes of others, she could feel their looks on her back. It was strange that she didn't hate it as much anymore. Was it because the other was a little jealous? She couldn't tell, but she was a little happy for a change. Her feminine side had finally gotten a bit more free way into her thinking and it started to slowly show.

Revy was a little happy that Zand would need to count on her for protection. It made her feel needed by the other. She knew that she wasn't as smart as Zand, nor as much as a smoothtalker, but at least she had confidence in her strength of arm. That was something she could put to use for her love.

Once they entered the Hostel, Revy asked: "Did you want me to change right now, or after dinner? I don't mind either way." She didn't know of the dress Zand had gotten for her and had gotten quite curious as to what she found so enjoyable about that one. She didn't suspect that it'd be anything indecent, because surely that blonde woman wouldn't do that to her love right? "I'll save the questions about her plans for later. Don't wanna ruin dinner, because of it.", she thought to herself, even though she was dying to know.

by **Zandelia** on March 26th, 2013, 3:46 pm

It was a simple enough affair to gather their food for the day, or at least one of their portions. There would be another alter towards the evening but for now Vysia allowed them to take their allotted meals and ascend the stairs towards their room. She had been worried that the female Monk would have been annoyed at their lodging in the same room after the incident with Neilles. Vysia had been quite accommodating though, as it had turned out. The money for Revy’s lodgings was kept, of course, but a few more Laat and a promise to talk with the Monk about future…contracts…had proven enough to even procure the chair and table from Revy’s previous room. For such a rigidly run hostel Vysai was rather charitable, for the right price it seemed.

Not that I mind any future help I can give her. I need some allies…or friends at least…and she would make an excellent procurement. She has her ‘hub’ in the Celestial Square and obviously receives – and sends – reports to the other Monk orders in the city. A decent beginning… she told herself as they both slipped into their room and she closed the door behind them.

Placing their plates upon one of the tables she cleared the other quickly as she listened to Revy’s question before taking one of the chairs and wedging it underneath the door handle and forcing two of the legs to brace against the floor – what she was about to tell her newly found lover was secret, of utmost importance. She could not risk it being heard, or any disrupting them as she brought Revy up to speed with the tasks she had set herself. She turned and smiled at Revy, the distraught curiosity upon the mercenary’s face easy enough to read. She walked up to her and placed her hand upon the other woman’s hip lightly.

“Later, my dear. Later,” she told the other woman, taking the garments from her arm and placing them upon the low cot they shared now, “but before we…before I…can enjoy this evening with you…I must tell you what I meant earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to risk you, to give you the chance to…leave…without doing so” she spoke, the fear under-pinning her words evident.

She slipped past her then and pulled out the map of Nyka she had procured a few days previously, the box of colored pins rattling as she dragged them both from underneath the cot, hidden behind a number of her possessions. She took both to the free table she had previously cleared and rolled the map out – weighing it down with assorted items such as her daggers. She placed the pins beside the fixed down parchment and gestured Revy to come closer so it would be easier to explain.

“Nyka…in all its glory my dear,” she brushed her fingers across the neatly drawn cartograph, “and I plan on taking what small beginnings I can and weaving myself into every square foot of it. You know what I do yes?” she asked rhetorically, Revy had spent enough time with her to know roughly what she made her business – information.

“Well, this city isn’t like Sunberth. It has rules, rules that are easily exploited. Whereas I could get stabbed daily in our home city, here I can move without hindrance so long as I cultivate the persona…Amelias. I have walked these streets and, as far as I can see, few hold the power of gathered information as they did in Sunberth. Here…I can really make something Revy. Actually create and mould” there was excitement in her voice then, a shining in her eye as what she had thought an impossible dream perhaps could become a reality.

“But I need allies. People I can trust. Threat, manipulation and the rest only go so far. I need people to love me, need me and protect me out of their own volition. A terribly tricky thing to achieve. It will take time and there is no guarantee I will not get caught – sly though I will try to be” she continued smoothly, putting off the important question until last.

“So…I do not wish to see people I…care…about hurt. You can leave if you want, I would understand. I wouldn’t want to die for me any more than I would want to die at all. If possible though, I’d like you to stay and…help” she finished, her arms hugging her torso then after sighing.

She couldn’t expect immediate approval, or that the other woman would stand by her. It was one thing to fight at her side, another to be in danger of the devious world of intelligence and subterfuge. She hoped for the best, but there was never a guarantee there.

by **Revy Hiroe** on March 26th, 2013, 9:53 pm

The secrecy with which Zandelia was progressing, was rather intriguing. Was she doing something so dangerous that one wrong move could prove fatal? Either way, locking the room like that also gave Revy the chance to enact her revenge... undisturbed. She was going to take it weren't it for the other sifting through her stuff looking for something.

What she took out was... a map? Her plans included that thing? Wait.... how would a map help with plans? It's not like you need one, right? But apparently the scarred woman did find it useful, so it'd be best not to question it. After all, Zandelia had the brains for it. Revy was more of a muscle brain, thinking with her fists. But so far she hadn't needed any other kind of thinking.

Once Zandelia started explaining about her plans, the mercenary could quickly tell that she was getting excited. Did she find it that much fun to divulge secrets and stuffs? It seemed silly in her eyes, but seeing the joy the other got was more then enough reason for Revy to just easily accept that.

She had walked behind Zandelia by now and was looking over her shoulder at the map. Once she started about allies, Revy could tell that she was a little lonely..... or so she thought at least. It seemed to her that Zand only had superficial relations, not that she had any deeper ones, but ehh... who cared bout that minor detail.

The following question was like a stab through Revy's heart. Didn't Zand trust her? What's the deal with that question? She should know that the mercenary would go through fire for her. So she just chopped Zand right on top of her head. "Oi... that hurts. You know that I won't abandon ya. Told ya so yesterday. And another thing... get more self-confidence. I wouldn't mind dying for ya, but I ain't planning on dying for a long, LONG time yet, so rest assured.", she said rather bluntly.

Revy was annoyed by Zand's words. Even more so because they made her think that Zandy didn't have any trust in her arm. "I might not have the same brains as you, but at least I got my strength, so just use me any way you see fit.", she said. Only then did she realize that that statement might've been a little too broad as her face caught fire at a random fantasy that popped up.

by **Zandelia** on March 29th, 2013, 4:56 pm

The silence was unbearable, the seconds phasing into eternity as her beating heart was heard within her ears and her eyes closed. Her breathing quickened as she heard the female mercenary step up behind her, the reasons for doing so hanging chilling and numb in the afternoon air of the small room. It was strange, to be so fearful of losing a woman she had only been reunited with the previous day. Oh, they had history together, not to mention some chemistry of course, however her mind rebelled against her emotions – Revy was a risk she shouldn’t be taking, an unknown quotient in a city where she hoped to win a dangerous series of games. She wanted her to leave, remove herself from danger so that she could operate with impunity.

Yet…I want her to stay too. Trust is hard to muster and I can trust her. She is strong, capable and to the point. I don’t want her to be hurt though…and that is the weakness. If she stays…I must cover it up. Contingencies! she told herself, thoughts now drowning out her emotional stake in the present situation – a frown crossed her brow as she stared past the map upon the table, through it.

It was as she passed through the possibilities that the interruption to her scheming came in the form of a short, sharp chop to the back of her skull. It shattered her mood, dispersing her thoughts neatly as her hand came up to rub the place where Revy had smacked her. Her mouth was an ‘o’ of shock as she twisted her head to regard the other woman with something akin to consternation. She had only offered her the damned choice…it was a choice she herself had never really been given – it had seemed right to offer it to Revy.

“More…confidence? I don’t think that…” she managed to get out before the stern look from the mercenary stopped her tongue in its tracks.

She frowned once again, this time her vision slicing through the other woman as it lost its focus in thought. Did she need more confidence? Had she ever really tried that hard to gain herself what she told herself she wanted – power, respect…secrets? Or had she simply told herself that she had done her best whilst slipping through the seasons with ease – coasting whilst others visibly tried to excel? If she applied herself…how far could she go? The businesses? The city? Further? She stopped the thinking dead then, she had to deal with what she had now and not in idle fancies. She would build something, step by gruelling step if need be. Neilles had opened the door…but Revy could be the one to shove her through it perhaps.

“I don’t want you to die for me, that was the point. But…if you’re sure then…fine. I’ll not mention it again” she managed to speak after a few chimes of internal conflict, it was then that Revy’s last words filled her mind, “any way I…see fit? Oh really?” she asked, her gaze flicking up and down the woman then, the thoughts of the day now no longer requiring any chains – they were alone.

“In that case, I think I can think of something” she finished before gently pushing Revy backwards and into the cot they shared.

She followed her with speed and kissed the other woman with a passion she had not felt for seasons. All else was forgotten – dinner, plans, futures – it meant nothing when compared to the moment. The fire consumed her and she burnt within it with joy for once.

by **Revy Hiroe** on March 29th, 2013, 8:54 pm

The mercenary started to stammer. She couldn't really get a word out, just because she was extremely embarrassed by what she had just said. "Stupid, stupid... STUPID. You know what she'll do now.", she thought to herself. "Zand... I eh.... I didn't mean..... it like.... this", she stammered, but while Zandelia had been pushing her back, she wasn't resisting at all.

Oh yeah... it WAS going to happen and nothing Revy could do about it, yet in the back of her mind, she might have been wishing for this to happen. She just let herself be pushed onto the bed, her body pretty much limp. She wasn't putting up any resistance and it seemed to only fire up the other more.

The kiss they shared then, just broke the mercenary's last wall around her heart. She felt herself just lust after Zandelia now. She felt her passion flare up and just enjoyed what happened to her. It was something she had never done before and she loved it. It felt as if the world didn't exist anymore, just the bunk, Zand and her sharing it.

by **Abstract** on June 12th, 2013, 1:35 pm

Loot, Lore, and Skills!

Revy :

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This was an interesting thread! I really loved the interaction between Revy and Zand... and how Revy sort of left her little bubble. I couldn't really award too many skills in this, but since this was full of a lot of new experiences... I gave out a bunch of lores! Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!

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