[The Bazaar] Diligent Perusal (Open)

[Rhuryc]

That was satisfying. Rhuryc's jest accepted, he accompanied Inca as they made their way from the tavern. He found himself suckered, to put it lightly, but the idea seemed harmless at first. Without much concern he pushed such thoughts from his mind and instead allowed himself a moment to revel in the cool, evening air. Often he enjoyed wandering the streets with the retreat of the sun and with such company he imagined that such a venture might yield interesting results. That being one word for it anyway. A slight step brought the two of them into a leisurely pace as Rhuryc made an attempt to somewhat prolong their venture. His hovel was not terribly far. Down a few flights and around a bend, the one-man apartment, despite its size, remained close enough to the essentials that Rhuryc was woeful to leave. Even if he had the coin the man would most likely live there until he had sufficient reason to depart.

"Experience?" The young man blinked, not catching the initial meaning. Eventually his mind wrapped around the subject and he chuckled. By the way Inca moved he imagined that, in comparison, his own forays were a great deal less epic. Or even story worthy. "Some. At least, I'm not unaccustomed to the act." Rhuryc's lips twisted as he combed his memories. In all his experience might have been more lacking that he admitted, nothing extensive, but enough to seem like he knew what he was doing. If there was one thing that Rhuryc remained good at it was learning on the fly. And pretending he was good at something. He did that on a daily basis.

He ignored the glance sent his way as they walked. She, Rhuryc thought, was "checking him out". There was no surprise there considering their conversation. A hefty, inward sigh followed the thought and still, for some silly reason, the man kept himself from repeating the action. Tyveth be damned. The clack of boots on stone interrupted his reverie and Rhuryc started down a series of pathways, their trek a twisted, queer path. The man knew this city like the back of his hand and such knowledge showed itself true when, after a seemingly random turn, the two of them emerged in a hallway full of heavy, wooden doors. Rooms, no doubt. A few more strides and Rhuryc stopped at one where he proceeded to joggle the handle, opening the portal to his completely unsecured room. Strange. He did not even lock his door.

The inner workings of Rhuryc's hovel were humble. No more than twenty by twenty feet, the room held what one would expect of a young bachelor in Syliras. A somewhat large bed sat unruffled in the left corner - one a might bigger than the average mattress, the man required something off-keel considering his size - and there was a surprising lack of furniture. A table, some chairs, a few necessities to hold what little additional clothing he possessed. The only real item of note was the Bastard Sword sheathed and positioned almost carelessly near the door. Somehow his unlocked door did not seem all that unusual.

[Inca]

Inca's manner of accomodation was dictated mostly by circumstance. A fact mitigated by the fact that she never planned where she was going to end up of an evening.Occasionally she enjoyed a room that was usually reserved for royalty, if the clients were generous, but neither was she any stranger to roughing it under the stars. Rhuryc's place was a comfortable compromise between the two for her. Applying her discerning eye to the place didn't take very long. She was used to an empty home, or at least one that lacked the clutter accumulated through the simple process of living. Her case had always been a simple one. Most often her homes never received more than a matress and a change of clothes to mark her presence there. More often than not it was because she never intended to be there long enough to need more than that. A rolling stone gathers no moss after all. But in his case...no, it was something a little different. Obviously he had lived here most of his life, if not all of it. But she sensed an absent mindedness about the place and the sparesness of the room owed more to that than to neglect or poverty. The man's mind seemed to be permanntly on other things.

Her eye caught sight of the sword discarded by the door and where the man owed his muscles was revealed. She kicked it up into the air with her boot and the weapon landed somewhat clumsily in her outstretched hand. Her arm was not used to this kind of weapon. Hell, she hardly ever used them at all. To her the point where she would be needing a weapon would be reached long after the point she should be running away. Setting it back down she ventured inside, tossed her coat over the back of one of the chairs and sat on the bed as if she owned it. Society was filled with many little nuances, many tabboos and it was her way to flaunt them, if only for the sake of it. At a time like this what was the point in maintaining them? Inca's long legs crossed as she kicked her boots off into the corner. Besides, tomorrow would bring her departure and there was nothing about rhuryc that could prevent it. That too was a way of hers, to always go to 'his house', whoever that may be. It made the act of slipping away easier. That was an action that never brought her any shame or regret; those were things she left to people who believed what they were doing was more than just some harmless fun. But those were problems to be incurred in distant tomorrow.

She leaned back a little, splaying her hands wide across the bed covers. Then she made one last sweep of the room and words slipped out. "Your room could use a woman's touch." And so a devilish grin spread forth across Inca's lips that made all of hell's little minions groan in anticipation. "So could you, I think." Ball in his court. This would be fun.

[Rhuryc]

Rhuryc felt his shoulders tense. Not because he had a savory, seductive woman in his room - no, but she had taken to his blade without so much as a warning. The sword remained the only item of which he cared about in the whole of the adobe, and one that was likely to set him off if miss handled. While no anger, or even, worry marred his expression there was a tense moment in the atmosphere, almost as if the jovial, somewhat awkward man was capable of much worse than a few stumbled words. Once the sward was replaced the emotion vanished just as soon as it had come. Humor replaced the stoicism and he followed Inca with his eyes while she moved, finally allowing himself some form of satisfaction. She was beautiful. A fact that once admitted Rhuryc felt pleased with himself.

"Maybe." His meaning was unclear. In a casual fashion the young man removed his coat and discarded the article on the often unused table. His boots were next, sent to the side of the door without much to-do. The clothing removal acted as a prime opportunity to think. Or whatever it was he was doing. Stalling. While Inca's intent was clear - she had, after all, went straight for the bed. Was it luck? Who knew. He surely did not. And that grin. Rhuryc felt like he was a boy again being schooled by his uncle. The experience was very much the same. Sort of. With some added benefits.

What sort of line was that? He almost slapped himself. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes downcast in a stupor. He shrugged and in a sudden movement Rhuryc stepped forward, his arms coming up to snare Inca's waist. He was a peculiar mesh of both rough and gentle, his touch light but firm as he moved his body over hers. Assuming their situation the young man brought his lips next to her own and let them hover for a moment's time, his vision meeting the countering gaze in a brief, yet calculated hesitance.

"But I think I prefer it that way."

OOCQueue shenanigans. Not sure how far you want to take this, but a "less is more" approach might be a bit more appropriate.

[Archon]

Illumination of Development Rhuryc +4 Rhetoric +3 Seduction +2 Interrogation Lores: Awkward flirting can work, Appearances are deceiving, Keeping your eyes on her face Care to see more? : Rhetoric experience for the chatting, Seduction experience for the flirting, and Interrogation experience for asking questions. Inca +5 Seduction +4 Smooth Talking Lores: Random strangers can be fun, Some things never change, Stoic men can have fun Other: -4 SM for the drinks Care to see more? : Seduction experience for the flirting and seduction, and Smooth Talking experience for the general chatting. Notes:An interesting little thread, could have lead to a very exciting relationship between the two.