Flashback "Oh, you're so... rich and handsome" - Dies.

Jayce is just a-lady killin'.

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

"Oh, you're so... rich and handsome" - Dies.

Postby Jayce Asher on December 26th, 2013, 10:45 pm

Jayce's Bedroom (43rd Winter) - his late teens.


For a 19 year old man, Jayce was a profound charmer. As reputed as he was for being the son of a wealthy shipbuilder, Jayce often found himself in the company of women. More often than not, he enjoyed it, being extroverted by nature and of an age keen to experience intimacy at every opportunity. Sometimes, however, the crowding became too much for the young man. Many of the interested girls were simply after his wealth, and most were 'hideous' in his opinion.

Today was no exception to his norm. It was a brutally cold Winter's night, and also Melchior's birthday. The Asher house was lit up colourfully, and neighbours amassed to join the celebration. The cold brought excitement to the event, and many guests were forced inside by the harsh winds. The few that stayed outside, including Melchior himself, were a generation older than Jayce, and far more keen on talking about old memories than actually enjoying the music and food. Inside, however, were the young adults, that were enjoying socialising very much.

Atop the grand flights of stairs were many bedrooms. Directly at the top was Melchior's, and on the right hand side, down a short corridor, was Jayce's. His room was spacious, as he hadn't very many belongings. His bed was luxurious, and extremely large (I suppose we'd call it king-sized). In this room, Jayce sat at the end of his bed, twiddling the point of his sword around against his floorboards. On either side of him, two friends sat, looking up at him from their cushions on the floor.

The four friends were some of his closest friends - they'd been close with Jayce since he was a young child. Two of these, Alexander and Godffrey, were in Jayce's 'Swords only' club and sparred with him regularly. The other man, darker skinned than the rest, and in less flamboyant clothes, was Mr. Dungeolah's son, Chad. As for the girl among them, she was Alexander's cousin, Scarlett.

Scarlett dressed to suit her name, in a rather ostentatious, long, red gown. The dress revealed her arms, and the low cut top made it all the more provocative. Only her knees and the area around them showed under her dress, as she wore 'Midnight Black' boots to match the colour of her hair. Being of a similarly high class family to Jayce's, she was well groomed, and she'd had her fair share of experiences with men. Jayce was a different story for her, however. Relative to other men throughout Mizahar, he could appear as something of a wuss, though in Zeltiva, Jayce was admired as a profound swordsman, and by the ladies as a charming bachelor.

Because Scarlett hadn't met Jayce before, and she had a great desire to, she accompanied Alexander to the party, and sat with her legs tucked under her to the right hand side, listening intently to Jayce's stories.

"I almost had him that time," he was detailing one of his battles with his new trainer, "He put up the shield to deflect my blow, but I managed to curl around it before he realised what I was doing!" Whilst he talked, his left hand was alive with gestures, his right hand firmly pressed against his sword, that had now made a large dent in the wood beneath him.

"Hm, Jayce," started Scarlett. "How long before you become strong and handsome, like the real knights?" She couldn't stress the word 'real' anymore than she did, and Jayce's three other friends looked rather offended.
Jayce simply laughed and gave her a smile, as if he appreciated the humour.

"What do you mean, become?" He spoke with a raise of his eyebrow. His eyebrows were shaped perfectly, as if some higher power wanted them to perfectly define his eyes. Again, he gave an airy laugh, gazing directly into the young woman's eyes. She blushed slightly and returned his smile, with a look of curiosity on her face, if that's possible.

While his friends started to crack up, probably extremely over-reacting, Jayce held the eye contact with Scarlett. He'd intentionally turned his good side to her (although both sides of his face are close in resemblance), and he held a steadfast, manly gaze. It wasn't an appreciative gesture, Jayce couldn't care less for how beautiful she was, all he knew was that he wouldn't be sleeping alone this night.

After little analysis of her features, he turned his head suddenly, facing Alexander. "Would you get your sword, friend? I wish to see what you've learned".
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Postby Jayce Asher on December 27th, 2013, 12:07 pm

All five of them exit through the back door. The garden was well kept, towards the house, but set back a bit was a great number of untidy brushes, protruding elms, jagged paving stones and rough brambles. Ornaments littered the ground, everything from small pottery-made men to looming, decorative, stone animals. The garden wasn't permitted for guests; the guests didn't mind not being allowed, because they had the entire Asher household to themselves.

Set back about 20 metres from the back wall of the house, was a large clearing. There was plenty of space in the clearing, so nobody inside it had to worry about tripping over garden accessories or being caught in twisted thorns. Around the clearing were a couple of benches, Godffrey and Chad positioned themselves to watch the spar on one of them. Opposite them in the circular clearing, Scarlett sat alone on another bench. Her legs were tucked away under the bench, making her boots invisible in the dark of night. She placed her dainty hands on her lap, with her fingers interlocking with each other - her hair was behind her shoulders, letting her face glow in the ominous moonlight.

Alexander and Jayce were hardly going to fight in the dark, so they set up a lantern on a bird bath, that flickered brightly. Standing opposite each other, they bowed, before unsheathing both swords. The first few moments of the fight were tense, as neither of them moved. Alexander didn't know what to expect from Jayce, as he hadn't sparred against him in a good number of years. Jayce on the other hand, felt so confident with himself that his overwhelming thought was, 'what if I hurt him?'. Eventually, Jayce thrust lightly, attempting to spark Alexander into action.

It worked a charm, and Alexander retaliated with an all too familiar flourish. The sound of their swords impacting was almost music, to the three friends watching; loud, rhythmical chimes, sounded successively in deafening tintinnabulation. Alexander began to tire long before Jayce even considered submission. Towards the end of the fight, sweat gathered on Alexander's shoulders, and his movements were unprofound. It felt like a beating taking a strike from Jayce, and for the first time in a long time, his attrition techniques worked.

Although it felt to Jayce like he was returning to his old style of fighting, he knew somewhere in his mind that this fight was won because of the new found agility and balance. Soon, the expected happened, and Alexander attempted to counter one of Jayce's blows. Unfortunately for him, he was outwitted by Jayce, and with a swift movement of Jayce's left leg, and a curve of his blade, he had the point of his sword at Alexander's side.

Pride was evident on his face, and without much delay, he threw down his blade to congratulate his friend on putting up 'an even fight'. Chad and Godffrey were unsettled, clapping uncontrollably like wild seals. Scarlett merely turned her head to the side, showing little acknowledgement for Jayce's actions. Scarlett had played this game before, and knew exactly how to test a man's worth.

"Go and get this great man some water, and some wine for when he's finished," instructed Jayce, before wandering down to Scarlett. The woman kept her eyes fixated on the large building, looking for some excuse to be ignoring the man that stood in front of her. It took him a short while, but eventually Jayce realised what she was doing, and let out a small chuckle. He didn't want to appear too obnoxious, so he went along with Scarlett's charade.

"I've lived here all my life, and my father's lived here all of his--," he tried, but Scarlett interjected promptly.

"It's not bad, I've seen better." Scarlett didn't like feeling inferior to people, especially not men. Jayce wanted her to feel comfortable, too, so he changed the subject.

"Could I get my guest a drink?" He offered politely. Scarlett turned to face him, finding him so much more attractive in the dim light of the garden. She felt like grasping him there and then, but at the same time, she wanted to conceal her passion. By the time she realised that a reply was due, she'd forgotten the question. Jayce sat down next to her, and she instantly felt at ease.

"Why have I never seen you around here before?" He inquired, attempting to start a conversation. Scarlett stared blankly at the ground, cradling her chin with both hands. "Oh! Your dress has mud on it!" He lied, suddenly. Panic struck Scarlett's face, and she immediately bolted upright.

"What? What do you mean?! Where?!" She searched around to make sure nobody could see, and then snapped at Jayce, "Get it off, get it off!"

Jayce started laughing, it was a little bit immature, but he wanted her attention, and this was the most entertaining way of getting it. "No, I think it has stained!" He rubbed at her back repeatedly in the same area, "Yes, definitely, it won't come off." He couldn't help but chuckle to himself now, but Scarlett was far from happy. She trotted frantically to the back of the garden in her long, leather boots, grabbing the lantern on her way.

Jayce just watched, from his position on the bench, as the yellow light grew fainter into the distance, and eventually disappeared behind some foliage at the back of his garden. There was a well back there, it was customary for most wealthy people to have one in their back garden, and Scarlett must have known this. He began looking around for where he left his sword, when he realised that something was left shining on the wooden beams of the bench.

He grasped it, and lifted it against the house, trying to make out what it was with the light from the windows. It felt like metal, and was black, as far as he could tell. All around it gems glittered, after fiddling with it for a little while, it struck him what it was - It was Scarlett's comb. He got up quickly, cautious to follow her, but he took it as an opportunity to talk to her in a more secluded location. He knew the garden without light, so he followed the jagged pavings to the back, where a dim light grew stronger as he approached.

Surely enough, at the back of the garden, the blazing lantern's light outlined an angry Scarlett. She stood facing Jayce perfectly, with hands curled into fists that were pressed against her hips. Her eyebrows were slanted, but they quavered slightly, and her frown was frivolous. That's when Jayce knew, she understood the humour, and now felt quite amused at the situation.

"What's the matter, it got your attention didn't it?" He asked, with his distinguished, enchanting smile. He wandered down towards her, and she took her hands from her hips and started to smile to herself.
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"Oh, you're so... rich and handsome" - Dies.

Postby Jayce Asher on December 27th, 2013, 1:21 pm

Alexander, Chad and Godffrey returned to the spot where the spar occurred a few minutes ago. Each of them had waterskin of wine open in their hands, and they came waddling down the garden, with their arms all interlinked, as if they were practicing for a four-legged race. When they came into the clearing, they realised that Jayce and Scarlett had gone, and each of them had a different opinion on where they'd disappeared to.

"Ey, Jaycey, lad, where have you gone?" Shouted Alexander, becoming cautious that he may have left to fool around with his cousin.

"Probably went to make room for food," Godffrey suggested, putting his ideas forth in the politest manner. Chad stayed quiet, but his overwhelming thought was that something bad might have happened to him. Chad Dungeolah grew up at sea, and pirates were something he had to deal with on many occasions. He didn't know what he thought had happened to Jayce, but he definitely had a hunch that something bad had happened.

Alexander wasn't persuaded by Godffrey's opinion, as he found it too coincidental for both Jayce and his cousin to disappear for the same thing, at the same time. He also knew that he would have seen them enter the building, as there were no latrines of any form in the garden.

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At the back of the garden, Jayce faintly heard Alexander shout. He turned to the direction of the sound at first, in case it was something he needed to hear. When he realised that it was merely Alexander being concerned, he turned his attention back to Scarlett, as if it wasn't important that Alexander was shouting him.

"Are you not going to go and see your friends, Jayce?" She spoke, as if she was challenging him to go and see them. Her red gown was awesome in the light, Jayce noticed for the first time that the hems were a golden silk. Whilst keeping eye contact, he moved a hand towards the gold seams, and curled the fabric at her hip around his fingers.

"The dress looks beautiful on you, Scarlett." The compliment came out well, and Jayce could see the lust almost melting into the woman's complexion. She pressed her hand against his at her hip, partly out of her desire for physical contact, partly because she wanted him to stop curling up her dress.

"You think that all the girls will just flock around you like birds, don't you," she started, "For you to harness them as you wish as pets." Every effort to dissuade him from her was in vain. The more she tried, the more she found herself longing his affection.

"Any bird will follow a man with seeds," he replied, bringing his other hand to her arm, on the other side. "I know you're no different," he continued, bringing their bodies closer together, and looking down into her eyes with a captivating earnest, "You just have to admit it." With that, he brought down his face nearer to hers. Before any connection was made, he was unfortunately prevented.

There was an alarming 'snap', somewhere behind them, in the foliage. It was his friends, coming looking for them at the back of the garden! He worried slightly, he didn't want Alexander to catch him with his cousin. Before he could move, Scarlett extended an arm to the lantern. With a sly twist of her wrist, she sent the oil lamp spiraling down towards the bottom of the well, where it extinguished all light with a distant 'splash'. She tucked her arms around Jayce's waist, and pulled him down to the cover of an evergreen willow.
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"Oh, you're so... rich and handsome" - Dies.

Postby Matthew on March 12th, 2014, 9:05 pm

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Jayce, it looks like your ledger hasn't been updated for the Winter Living Expenses. I can't grade this until your CS is up-to-date. Please shoot me a PM when it has been updated, and I will post your grade at that time.
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