Open Mayor of NiceVille (Chat Partner)

[Bolivar]

"To come back to this odd place so much and do nothing. Perhaps a nice change in pace would be amusing."

Bolivar was mostly lucid as he stirred. A feeling of thirst in his throat mixed with a feeling of bile. This not his room and this was not his Syliras. But it was a welcome change and seemed familiar enough. Out of the corner of his eye Bolivar finally noticed the door that led outside.

Don't ask how you know that. Just get out of this place.

Stepping out Bolivar entered a plain unknown to the mixed blood. The place was barren and rocky, mountainous and unforgiving in it's terrain. Behind him the room disappeared leaving him alone in this strange field. He could always go back into the room if he so wished but the thought was lost as Bolivar looked to the skies. A piercing cry ripped through the air as Bolivar looked warily up high on instinct. Over there. That's where the sound originated from. The smallest of mounds can be seen in the distance and a figure atop it. The more he stared the farther he realized it was until he could no longer recognize the sole person apart from the mountain that sprung up from the mound's place.

He also had to build. Looking at the plain time seemed to fast forward as the clouds above rushed to and from the horizon. All the while the earth right under him shifting, constructing unto itself. A building of his own make and design completed itself. Stalwart in it's nature and unbending as the mountain expanse it rested upon. Yes this was his home. His very own town and he would call it Niceville. Where everything goes just as planned and nobody goes unhappy. Bolivar would have to defend this city of his. Become mayor, defender and ruler all. He would make damned sure that nothing would jeopardize this utopia of his. His town of Niceville, the mayor of just one.

That creeping felt he suddenly felt crawling up spine was for good reason. There was town not too far from him. A neighbor of sorts that was seen as unsavory in her own way. She was never quite nice. Asking for a cup of sugar and instead taking the wives of Niceville. Assilsa was not the best of partners to chat with and always seemed to agitate Bolivar at every turn. The mistress of the vulgar, rude and crude town.

Don't ask how you know that. Just get her out here

An irrational fervor swept over Bolivar as his hand went for a weapon. Looking distastefully at it before dropping it to the ground.

A rock?

Oh right. The peaceful people of Niceville didn't believe in violence. Sure they stockpiled a huge mass of weaponry and steel but that did not mean they would use it unless warranted. After all they were the nice citizens of Niceville. Nice people did not strike first they remained peaceful with their enemies until war was upon them. Bolivar was outside town a table in front of him with two chairs. One with a lovely cup of tea where Bolivar sat. Falling into the pace Bolivar sat quietly watching Assilsa from afar. There no point rushing her. She could finish building if she wanted, he was as ready as he'll ever be.

"Care to have a chat, partner?"

[Assilsa Curare]

Hold your breath and count to four.

Assilsa laid on a rock, almost like a lizard that was sunning itself, with her hands behind her head. Her midnight hair plaited in one long plait over her shoulder, just looking up at the sky made this dream nameable within a few moments, this was Niceville, one of her most annoying dreams. The entire annoying population of the retched town despised her, so wanting to humour them Assilsa played that bad guy.

As it was she wore a simple but complex crown made of ivory and a delicate grown of the darkest silks. Assilsa hated wearing this but the dream no matter how many times she changed next she knew Assilsa was back in the flowing grown. Turning her head to the side Assilsa noticed the annoying mayor of the so called Niceville. They were indeed ‘Partners’ except maybe they were better called rivals, Assilsa was consistently causing trouble for him to keep herself amused in this dull place.

“Does that mean you have finished cleaning up after the fire I had caused?”

It had been a beautiful and ragging fire that she had caused, it created a ring around the town stopping anyone from leaving or entering. She had hopped it sent fear into the race of men. It was either setting fires or hunting someones husband and trying them to tree.

“Because otherwise I would much rather attend to my rock sitting, fun, fun Rock siting”

Sitting up, Assilsa placed her hands on her knees, she looked Bolivar straight in the eyes. Different reds flaring in her eyes, piecing into his like cold ice spikes. Taking all of the warms out of his and drawing it into hers. Assilsa’s weapon was her mind, her wits, even her skills. After all this trouble Assilsa was almost saddened that as she did so in her dreams she would soon forget by morning, only to remember when her eyes once again closed.

[Bolivar]

"Fire?"

Raising an eyebrow in mild interest Bolivar turned his head wondering what the Symnestra woman was talking about. As if on cue a flash of light appeared to the left of him, a ring of contemptuous fire around his city. Flames spiting its threats to anyone who got near and what was this? Shades, shadows of people started to run around in a panic in his city. How could this be happening? A circle of fire suddenly appearing all around the city and now the mayor of Niceville is to govern a city of more than one?

That's way too much responsibility for me.

Though with a wave of his hand he could relinquish his claim on Niceville and all his holdings. One moment in sight and as his hand passes it no more. No indication no reminders just the empty field he found himself alone in. But where would that leave him? Alone in this odd contraption of a table simply staring at this Symnestra crooning at his every hesitant move?

Staring back Bolivar could feel his face flush with emotion. Even if she was a hopelessly lost monster. Even if she was horribly misled in the ways of the world. Bolivar could not bring himself to violence when faced with this threat. She had not raised a hands towards him yet and Bolivar returned the favor. It was taxing this game of cat and mouse. Indirectly or inadvertently they had been at odds and it was an endless loop with Bolivar trying to clean the troubles she had caused him. Though he wasn't sure why she did so nor why he was so stubborn not to fight back one thing was for sure.

She presented herself in a way that the Squire found enticing, alluring even. If anything she had a manner of finesse and style in what she did. It helped that she was damned sexy too but he would never admit that. Her admittedly trying company was better then the isolated alternative. So looking back at the fire, seeing the shades of what was suppose to be people and finally back at that callous face that tested his patience Bolivar took in the situation in stride. Raising his tea glass up he brought it close to his face. Peering slightly at his chat partner first and then back at the town. Dipping his two of his fingers and his thumb into the drink Bolivar with the town in sight raised his hand above the town.

"What do you take me for? I am mayor. The city is under my protection. You'd do well to remember that."

Gingerly coaxing out a small meticulous drop from his fingers he watched as the tea washed out the ring of fire surrounding his little dream utopia. Then there was peace again. Bliss even. From where they were standing the two can hear the exuberant shouts of relief from the dousing of the flame. Turning back at Assilsa with a superior look Bolivar looked back to his cup disdainfully before pitching the cup of it's contents.

"Happy now? You've made me ruin a perfectly fine cup of tea."

A look on his face seemed to want to coax more out of the strange Symnestra woman. They were after all a constant bother for him back home so why wouldn't the same be true for where ever he was? Different place, different times, same enemy. Though this was with a twist. Ordinarily seeing the male Symnestras as a threat it was confusing to be faced off against a female of the race. The same rules did not apply if Bolivar thought of it. They didn't steal their men and killed them in the birthing process. If anything they had to still be respected and feared simply because they were Symnestran. That was the underlying problem between the two. Long ago, the mixed blood could not even remember how long it was but he remembered. He had wronged Assilsa somehow and has been dealing with the consequences ever since.

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa swept her hair to the side and laughed slightly as he ruined his drink, silly man. Yet again Assilsa was wondering why she hadn’t cut her hair yet, why let it get even longer than before.

Her garnet eyes narrowed for a moment as she lost her mind, was she in fact losing the niceness, innocence of her childhood as she grew closer to adulthood. Was she soon going to become a lethal killer with just a small sliver of niceness to cover the evil inside.

“You coulda used something else instead of your tea”

Assilsa stood up swiftly and closed the distance between her and so called mayor of that stupid little town. Coming around behind him Assilsa dragged her claws along his shoulder blades until she was at his arm. Standing beside him she looked down at the smoking town she smiled, Assilsa had succeeded chaos was achieved.

“Anyway why is it that we seem to be tied together in destiny why else would I appear in your dreams?”

Assilsa knew deep down that Bolivar was repulsed by her touch, yet the way he looked at her sometimes made her ponder exactly what he thought of her. Her dress caught in a sight wind that began to grace the fields, causing the fine silks to brush against Bolivar. Assilsa grabbed her skirts and held them in place.