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[A Touchy Subject] Taking a Peek

Postby Fallon on May 1st, 2015, 4:00 pm

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"If people do not understand, then why I have hired you in such a manner as of tonight?" she exhaled, letting the rhetorical question hang in the air as he turned his attention onto another issue. Fallon's jaw set into a line them, tightening as she sealed her lips shut to the man before her. The energy within gave a ripple, cool and feeling as she shrunk down into herself, the shifting layers of the mask gathering and lining up. Smothering, she could feel the sensation sink in and hold onto her tightly - relentless, unmoving and seeking to stand relentlessly against the odds. Eyes darkened, the low vibration of noise clawing its way up her pit, sinking, dragging, digging and slicing - the unspoken accusations resting within. It looked to burrow in through the defences, shatter the walls that she had erected between her and him.

She could feel the mask settle now, the cold sheen covering her face and eyes, the pressing sensation throbbing back across the front of her head as she watched him back off for a moment, pausing and considering what was before him - a reaction? She did not dwell too long on it, her lungs letting out a judder of air as he closed in. Threat, was the thought that bloomed in her mind - he wanted to trap, ensnare, smother and control. Her lips broke to reveal a slither of white, the corners of her mouth turning up into the starts of a snarl. The pulse quickened, hairs rising as she felt the ebbing thought of flight or fight slowly stir. It was the front of her skull however, her chilling will that continued to press and sink up into her nerves. It laced her throat once more, scratching into her teeth as she watched Matthew from beneath her brow.

A hiss of noise escaped from her throat - Not closer - "You wouldn't dare," the cold burn sharpened, her chest sharpening as she pushed down the sensations. Fear, panic, she could feel a moment of breathlessness hit her, the shifting pulse. Her voice tightened, the internal war rising up within to the surface. The mental heels dug in, fist clenching as she stared him down. She could not give him ground, she could not give him leverage to exploit her. Her mind keened once more, "Nothing happened. Do not look for something that does not exist." The chilling flow all but gripped her voice now, the tone pressing as it consumed, "I said," she cleared her throat, words dripping forth, "Don't listen! And don't look!"

She did not notice at first that she had in fact shouted, the slither of discomfort growing and slicing through her mind. Her gaze jerked away, eyes screwing shut, the cold racing away to leave a hot painful burn in its wake. It was too late however, she had watched Matthew retreat, the heavy footfall marking it as so. Her shoulders gave a rest against the wall behind her, head curling inwards. She could not bring herself to look, her eyes refusing to lift to solely take the man in. Shaking her head when he questioned her, she continued her attempted brave stand. Knuckles white from clenching, a chew upon her lip as she shook her head once more to the question before her. The residue chill clung, "I don't want you to look." It fell and crumbled after that, a deep inhale as she kept her eyes shut - to open them would only crumple her resolve further. She cleared her throat, "I told you, don't look and don't touch my scars."
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Postby Matthew on May 7th, 2015, 2:07 am

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There was a bit of a pause and then a slow tilt of the head, a brief expression of what actually looked to be surprise marring the handsome face of the Harlot. “You aren't just people, though. You are different.” The statement was left somewhat cryptic but worded as if it was obvious, Matthew almost immediately moving on as if expecting Fallon to simply understand. He had thought she already knew.

The moisture that had appeared only moments ago now fell from Matthew's face, dripping in two thin lines down either cheek. He didn't hesitate to wipe away the offending liquid with a motion that seemed to be mere afterthought, though there was a brief tick where he stared down at his hand as if uncomprehending of what had briefly stained his flesh. It was quickly forgotten, however. There was an obvious shift in the creature before him. He could feel something inside of himself bracing for what was to come, instinct kicking in. He had always thought he had no instinct.

Instinct was certainly materializing in the broken Bitzer that now curled away from him. She reminded him of a beast snarling at something it considered a threat. Again he found himself meaning to step forward but never actually taking the step, as if intimidated by the hissing woman. He couldn't understand it. Why would he be intimidated by something so obviously pathetic? The lingering tastes and sounds of her emotion pounded in the back of his skull and swirled on the bottom of his tongue, one lush lip curling in a brief moment of distaste. This was so very unlike him, to be affected this way. Normally he would have been able to analyze the situation with quick and calm thought. Not this time, though. This season had been so very different. Somewhere along the way he had changed. It was obvious that Fallon had changed as well. It wasn't just her aura or her expression. It was also apparent in her voice. It was apparent in the way that she shouted. Mild suspicions arose again. If she was using what he himself knew how to wield, she was using it much differently.

Something swelled within his chest at her final words. He did not know what it was. It was as foreign to him as whatever it was that Fallon suffered from. When he finally spoke his voice had fully returned to normal, soft and polite. “Many people come to a harlot in order to heal wounds or forget about scars. Should you ever decide that you no longer wish to be this way, consider buying me. I will offer a different service for you. A service that might help. There is nothing I can do that will make it as if the scars never existed. But I can try to find a way to make sure the scars do not have control.” Could he really help? Already his mind had considered the odd notion and come to the conclusion that it was possible. A long shot... but a possible one. Whatever the case, it wouldn't matter until Fallon decided to make the first step.

“Until that time, if it ever comes, I will ignore what I see and swallow what I taste. That is what you want, isn't it? For me to turn a blind eye. A harlot only does what his client desires.” The sight would be hard to forget and the taste would no doubt linger. He was a professional though, one with standards. This Harlot wouldn't hesitate to be true to his word.

Unless Fallon spoke, silence would linger for a full chime before Matthew was fully back to his old self, stoic and standing tall with broad shoulders squared. Intense eyes focused on her as they had before all of this had started, in that studious way they always did. The Harlot was merely going to continue on as if it had never happened. “Let us refocus, if you are not too tired to continue. What can I do to help you get what you came here for?”
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[A Touchy Subject] Taking a Peek

Postby Fallon on May 15th, 2015, 1:20 pm

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"Different. Joy," Her voice dipped into bitterness then, her gaze no longer lifting to look upon the man. She could not bring herself to, the task too weighted and hard upon her mind. Eyes shut, the world blocked as her chest let out the tensed rattle of air and inhaled with a creek. It burned, scorching her throat as the world around them groaned and produced their faint noises from behind walls and doors. Whatever Matthew was doing was beyond her, it did not sound as if he had gotten closer - not yet at least. Her fingers continued their nervous twitching, clenching and unclenching as she tried to strive for some mental normality. It failed, and so she found herself stumbling instead to gain simple level grounding now, back now pressing firmly against the surface as she tried to slice through it.

And then he spoke. She could not help but visibly flinch, the offer stroking against the sensitive and unhealed portion of her ego. He did not understand, he could not heal her. Buy him? So disgusting. No service would help now, only a purification of the mind, a catharsis of the soul would be able to give her peace - something a simple harlot would never be able to do, let alone understand.

Filth.

The thought juddered through her, slicing as Matthew finished his words with the normal polite tones he adopted when working. Lies, all of it was lies. He would keep tasting, he would keep looking, there would be no turning his gaze away from what was there. He knew too much and that was a danger in itself. What if he found out other things, what if he knew the real reason they left and was merely looking for a way to exploit them? She chewed upon her lip, her nostrils flaring as she considered her stance. What was the best way to go? Would he report to someone else? The silence continued and lasted, her guard placed firmly. Cracking open her lips she peered upon him, the pain and discomfort throbbing in her skull. Massaging her fingers against her temple, she released a croak of a voice.

"Yes. Continue," She nodded, stilling the thoughts for the moment. She tried to push them back towards what she needed, her thoughts, "Job. Information. Knowledge." Fallon remained where she was for a moment, still and unmoving. What was he truly thinking beneath that mask he wore? What was going on in his mind? "Amelia you said earlier? That was her name?" She hummed, low and quietly to herself, "Do you know if she has a second name? Or if she mentioned an Evan Poole, at all to you?" Her hand pressed and placed against the wall, a small press as she leaned away. Stable footing came shortly after, "Or does she frequently see him? Do you know that at all?" Questions would only get her so far, "Can we gain access to that room? I'd like to see it. If possible that is."
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[A Touchy Subject] Taking a Peek

Postby Matthew on May 27th, 2015, 6:26 pm

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Fallon was one of the few people that he didn't think that he really understood anything about. Was she not happy with being different? So far, many of the people that the Harlot had met wished to be anything but different. They wanted to be normal. They wanted to fit in. He supposed that it was for the best if she was like this. How could anything so utterly vile fit in with the rest of society anyway? She resembled a stain more than she resembled an integrated thread of the Zeltivan tapestry. It didn't matter. As promised, he would not factor it into the equation. He had delved into many things that the world would consider filthy and vile. He could ignore the blackness of this one just like he ignored the blackness of all the others.

A tick passed and then another, causing Matthew to realize that the silence had turned tense. She was peering at him. She was rubbing her head. Her voice had grown hoarse. The Harlot blinked, something clicking into place within the confines of his skull. Abruptly forgetting the danger in the air, Matthew turned on his heel and headed to the nearby wine and tray of snacks. "Wait one moment. I think you need to eat. Do you have a headache that seems to stem from behind your eyes? You-" He paused for a moment, staring blankly at the tray of food before him before continuing on. "-you look very tired is all. You need to take care of yourself." The Harlot went into motion again, long and graceful fingers plucking different little bits and pieces off of the tray and studying them for a tick before tossing them to the ground. Cheeses and small slices of meat were carelessly tossed away until all that was left upon the tray was various forms of mild bread and crackers. Perching the tray upon one hand, Matthew turned back and glided towards Fallon. "Here. Please. A headache will hinder you and I do not wish to have to slow things down."

She could certainly decline if she wanted to be stubborn. He wouldn't push it any further. If there was one thing he was certain of when it came to Fallon, it was that she was very stubborn.

"Amelia Anders. I have not heard of an Evan until now. She does have a few guests that she does see very frequently. As for gaining access to that particular room..." Matthew's soft voice trailed off, sharp blue eyes growing distant with thought. After about a chime of silent pondering he stepped towards the door, tugging it open wide enough to poke his head out. Running a hand through his hair to rustle it around a bit, the Harlot also made a point to loosen his tie and unbutton a few buttons on his shirt. He merely wanted to give the illusion that him and his client had gotten started before finding that there was something wrong with the room. Leaning out of the doorway, he motioned for another one of the employees and traded a few short whispered words with them. After a few more moments, Matthew nodded and turned to Fallon. "Ruffle up your appearance a bit and follow me. Bring the tray of food, please."

The Harlot would lead her from the room and over to the requested room, opening the door and allowing her to enter first. The hallway was completely empty, the other employee already having vanished into a different room themselves. Once the Red Wolf was in the new room, Matthew would shut the door behind her and turn to look it over. It was a room that looked like an exact copy of the other... at least on the surface.
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Postby Fallon on June 9th, 2015, 11:26 am

ImageIt still remained as a throb within her skull there on after, an intense pulsing presence that hung upon her temple. She stared at Matthew from beneath her brow, the silence consuming and turning static in nature - was he confused about something? What was he considering? Her lips parted, an inhale of the warm air as she tried to gather her bearings into something more useful than simple considerations. But then, at last, Matthew spoke. While she expected him to talk at some point she did not expect the subject to be on food nor on the headache that rested upon her. She peered at him once more, watching the motions as the edibles were put to waste - should he not have been more careful as this was indeed Zeltiva? For the moment she did not question it, though the action did leave her subtly wondering if there was an issue of class and standing between them. The more wealthy or well off being in such a position to waste.

"I am tired Matthew," Fallon sighed as he came close once more, tray in hand, "It is the curse of having a partner who snores when sleeping. Or one that chooses to keep you up all night for... reasons." Her stomach gave a subtle twist in complaint when she caught the scent of the food, throat closing up briefly before she begrudgingly accepted and took his advice. Taking the tray from him she proceeded to nibble on the pieces there, shoulders hunching and the headache slowly being nursed. She chose not to speak, listening and watching the language that existed between as he considered and made his changes. With the tug upon her own collar and nodding in understanding to his request. Look dishevelled, move onwards and allow inspection elsewhere.

Giving a pulling on her own shirt cords and tugging at her coat so it hung lazily off her form, Fallon made her way after him. Tray close, the loosening of her hair tie as she scooped up her cloak. His lead met, she gave the swaying steps after him, the colour gradually returning to her cheeks as she did so. Sticking close, she entered the new room and let the shoulders fall the moment the door was closed behind them. It was indeed identical to the last, or more a mirror image of it - the same colours graced the surfaces. Exhaling and shaking the unclean sensation from herself Fallon began to get to work. The cloak was thrown over the back of the chair, the tray placed upon the table with a gentle clunk. The gloves not long after were ripped off, her eyes focusing as she decided on where to start.

"Thank you for this Matthew," she exhaled as she began her study. Taking a crouch she began around the bed, "You may wish to make yourself comfy, this will take a while." To start with she began with an inspection of sight, getting down on her hands and knees and peering beneath the bed - a thin layer of dust was what she spied before she moved away and around to the other side. Beneath her breath she hummed, a small lift of the mattress to make sure there was nothing hidden - and then promptly continued on, "Let's see... this room isn't prebooked by anyone is it? You know, just checking?"
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Postby Matthew on July 1st, 2015, 6:11 am

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"I see. If when you say reasons you are actually meaning sexual activity, then I would advice that you practice your shared intimacy with some moderation. While the act is actually quite healthy for the body, a lack of sleep is decidedly unhealthy for the body. If you and Web need a moderator for a shared conversation on the matter, please do not hesitate to ask." He assumed that it was Web. He had seen the way that Web had looked at the woman in front of him. Web had looked at her with... something. Something beyond. Something that he could understand but not quite grasp, which made absolutely no sense to him. He had to fight the urge to curl his upper lip in a moment of frustration at the feeling within himself, instead focusing on the situation that was currently in front of him. One careful eye was kept on his companion, making sure that the young woman was taking his advice and at least nibbling on a few of the snacks. Once she appeared to be ready, Matthew was quick to lead the way. He had almost made it to the door when he took a tick to glance back at her and then paused, blinking. Interesting. "Hm. I don't believe I have ever seen your hair down. It is very pretty." It was a simple and honest compliment from the Harlot, spoken in that bland tone that suggested he felt his statement was basic fact. Some seemed to think that this seemingly transparent demeanor made him more honest and trustworthy than most. Some seemed to think it made him all the more suspicious. He briefly found himself wondering if Fallon thought the compliment was suspicious. She seemed the type to hunt for the hidden meaning or motive.

Once they were safely secured within the next room, Matthew watched Fallon move about for a few moments and then patiently followed in her wake. Her discarded cloak was carefully lifted and then placed back upon the back of the chair in a proper fold, the serving tray straightened and an untouched cracker quickly snacked upon. Slowly chewing the dry and flaky substance until it had reached an appropriate moistness, Matthew then swallowed, focusing inward as the food travelled down his throat. He didn't find pleasure in fine foods like most did. He wondered what that must be like. He had a small interest in learning how to cook, but found himself wondering if he would be any good at it without a definition of delicious.

At her suggestion to get comfortable, Matthew nodded and then sat down right where he was standing. He dropped gracefully upon the floor, clasped his hands in his lap and then folded his legs, looking like quite the proper fellow. He watched her with some interest, realizing that he was not very well versed in methods of investigation, finding it interesting to see how she went about this whole task. "Not to my knowledge, no. If I am incorrect, they will at least give a knock to check for any occupancy. We like to make sure there is no potential for shame when it comes to one of our clients."

His intense blue eyes watched quietly for a few chimes more before an idea suddenly occurred to him, perhaps something that could make him a little more useful. He knew she was skilled with magic in some way, though he did not know the extent or focus of her talent. While he had no way of knowing if she actually shared the same level of knowledge of him, at least he knew that someone with some knowledge would be more accepting of magic than someone with no knowledge. Or at least he hoped so. "I am skilled in a magical art known as Auristics. Are you familiar with it? If so, I would like to offer my abilities to help you in whatever way you deem appropriate. If not, I can certainly give an explanation."
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Postby Fallon on July 3rd, 2015, 7:56 pm

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Fallon merely blushed at the comment of reasons, the gaze briefly flickering to Matthew and then snapping away. Did he really just say that? Perhaps she misheard him, though that thought was quickly put to one side. This was Matthew, a man who simply spoke fact without tact. Blinking, she focused her gaze on what was before her and gathered up the remains of self control. Tight lips released a noise, "I shall keep that offer in mind."

Smoothing out the covers, the woman gaze a look over the room once more. Wood flooring, formed of slats and brought to a polished shine. The rugs of course covered it and a multitude of sins. There was the table as well, the small soft seats with their cushions, the small bedside draws delicate in their carving and wood work. They released a sigh as she opened them, the contents empty and leaving her feeling slightly disappointed. Sliding them shut, she ran the finger over the edge with thought and surveyed the rest of the room with thought. She quickly checked the opposite bedside draw then, and pulling away made her way around the other furnishings. It was her foot that gingerly tapped over the top of the rug, eyes narrowing as she focused for any unusual bumps that may have rested beneath. She gave a nod, "Good to know we will not be disturbed any time soon. Allows time to focus."

She lifted the edge of the rug and peered beneath it, "Auristics?" she tested the word, "Heard of it. It's the magic that makes colours and everything seem trippy. Gives out headaches dang quick too." She hummed, looking at the dark wood that rested beneath and the lacking wear of layers. Rolling it back further she looked at the slight uneven spread of the floor, "Something about auras. Don't get it completely myself. Not even sure where it could apply yet."

With a deep inhale she silenced herself, finger tips shifting and moving across it. Firstly gently stroking and pressing, and then firmer as she let the mind slip into a lull. Eyes stared, glazing over as she rested the hand flat upon it, a low hum escaping from her throat as she felt what was before her. The Lykata gave a prickle, twitching as she poured her focus down into it. Worried steps clacked in her mind, the muffled voice of worry rising up and painting the picture of what could only be described as an argument. A disappointed customer? No, it was something more intimate than mere service - care, concern, worry, love perhaps? It was an odd consideration, but one she put to one side for the moment.

Standing, she smoothed the rug back out and made her way back across the room this time to the seating. It was there that she moved about the cushions, fingers sliding and wriggling into the gaps within the seat. There was a small recoil as she felt and pinched upon. With a small tug she felt what was little more than a small length of delicate chain, the odd bauble hanging from it here and there. She raised an eyebrow to Matthew and then passed it over to him, orbs flickering to the loose catch at the end, "What you think of that? Familiar?" She began pushing the seat cushions back the way they were and moved around to the table. It was there she ran her fingers across the surface, the sinking feeling that there was something being missed. Skin prickled, the tips tracing the grain of the wood as she thought and felt the sensation press against the fore of her mind. Arguing, disappointing, what could it mean?

"You ever had a moment where there is more than meets the eye?" She looked at him, "Like there is something occurring beyond just simple business? As in, this is more than just a scene for selling of flesh? I... Can't explain it. It's odd."
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