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Tove finds, perhaps a bit more than she bargains for at the Bolt Hole.

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[The Bolt Hole] Hooked on a Feelin' [Tove]

Postby Azcan on September 22nd, 2018, 5:19 pm

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Azcan certainly felt like a force of nature as he continued his beat of the drums. Zulrav threw rain and winds at the city of Sunberth, but his power didn't reach the interior of the Bolt Hole. The beat of drums, the ghastly notes of throaty song, the twang of the strings of a guitar... together they formed a tempest that battered the senses instead of the skin. Svefra reared the young drummer, raising him from a habitual drummer to a true performer. The light of Leth and the blessed intervention of Nykali's intoxicants wove together to make a tribute to Ionu aboard the Wayward Tabernacle. Though a life aboard the oceans of Mizahar was no longer his to live, he learned from the experience of it all. Azcan's chin tipped towards the ceiling as the last beats of his drum sounded and he rose from his spot. The thumping beat of the drum ceased, but the music of the night was not yet over. Maze was joined by a lutist, replacing the banging drums with a sweet, somber melody. The musicians of the Bolt Hole seemed to play on the troubles of Sunberth, beginning their music with the slow sadness the city brought upon them before unleashing the torrent of sensation that music could truly bring light to.

Azcan wasn't prone to such a style. His play was upbeat. His play was meant to be intense, the elation of his intoxicants bringing rise to the tempestuous soul that lay within. When the musician rose, there was a wide grin set upon his countenance. He stowed his drumsticks, his gaze set about through the crowd. The darkness of the Bolt Hole made it difficult to track who was who and what was where. However, the musician did know one thing. Where to get the booze. He stepped towards the bar, easy laughter announcing his presence as he clasped on the back of a young man in front of the bartender. Azcan's arm slung around the stranger's shoulders, uncaring of things like social structure or the fact that he was an unknown entity. In the Bolt Hole, tempers did not flare, hearts did not soar with such deviant feelings like violence. Or at least... they didn't in fear of the shadowy bouncers, large and in charge beings that even some of the most tempestuous of people wouldn't dare oppose. Azcan placed two silver on the table in front of the man he'd joined. The Lightning Bolt came fast and strong for the drummer, and while he was still reeling from the depths of his high, that didn't mean he didn't want more.

More. It was always the battle between need and want. Azcan didn't need more of the snuff coursing through him. But damn it all if he didn't want it. However, rather than snorting the substance, he'd grind the tablet between his fingers. Powder fell into the Lightning Bolt, swirling in the drink as Azcan slowly stirred it with his fingertip. Once it was well and properly dissolved, the drummer lifted his glass to his lips. The first drink took half the glass and all of the drug with it. The pleasure of the sting of liquor poured through the drummer's senses, his lips curved into a vibrant smile before he stepped back from the bar. He turned, lifting his head and letting the last of his drink pour down his throat. Light brown eyes were vibrant with life. Azcan felt the pleasure of intoxication, both high and drunk, set across him.

The Bolt Hole was still alive with dance, and would be for bells yet. The musician carried himself with a swagger, his legs shaking with him unsure if it was from the melody or the way the drug carried him forward. The drummer set into the crowd, joined in wild embrace with man and woman alike. Some clasped at his back, others kissed him on the cheek. Others he pulled in for a more fervent display of affection. His body coursed with the pleasures and utter delight of intoxication. Loose, fast, young and beautiful, Azcan pushed through the crowds and they pushed back at him. The Bolt Hole, for the second time in Azcan's life, was where he found the eclipsing nature of intoxication to be a welcome vent. Gone was his inhibitions, so weak to begin with. However, also gone were his frustrations. The Wayward Tabernacle was forgotten, his dilemmas of faith pushed aside. Homesickness, sadness, and venting frustrations were tossed by the wayside as he indulged fully.

Azcan didn't realize he'd found Tove again until after he'd kissed her. Faces didn't matter in the frenzy, bodies pressed forth against one another in the fervor of delights. The drummer pulled back when the realization struck, a silly smirk pasted upon his features. He'd pull the woman forth into dance, feet moving in a rhythmic, if awkward beat. Azcan's chest puffed out to push against Tove's before he slung himself back and did the same with another. The trend set immediately, the Bolt Hole turning into a mosh pit as Den took his place at the drums, seeing what had transpired. Azcan was a whirlwind of pleasures and flippant desire and every move he made was one intent on accelerating the party. Maze, it seemed, wanted to go home, and the strings of the guitar showed in their half-hearted display. Dee tore the instrument away from him and the Priests of the Bolt Hole began their play yet again.

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Postby Tove on September 22nd, 2018, 10:02 pm

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The distant rumble of thunder only intensified the scene that unfolded within the Bolt Hole. It was easy for Tove to visualize herself as a mere pebble carried along a stream, a grain of sand that washed up upon a shore, a part of something far larger than herself or even the bodies that enveloped her. It was hard to imagine never having experienced such a thing after enduring it for themselves.

The braids upon her head no longer framed the Kelvic's face, having lost the tie that had held them back. They had fallen to either side of her face, which luckily for her, seemed to be the style. Her eyes remained shut as she absorbed the beat that emitted from the instruments and voices that surrounded her. It was beautiful, perfect, at least at that moment it was. The next day would most likely bring on a horrific headache and sore muscles, but Tove wasn't interested in what was to come, just what was in that moment.

The pull of bodies left Tove disoriented, the pressing of lips against her own even more so. It meant nothing at that moment, not like it would have if it were a one on one personal experience with a sobered mind, but it still caused her eyes to open. Her once dilated pupils becoming mere slits as they adjusted to the light or lack thereof. A small grin formed upon her features as her eyes met the Drummer's, though it was more so due to the sight of a friendly face than the kiss itself.

Once realization struck both parties Tove watched Azcan's lips curve into a goofy grin, he was clearly still caught up in the excitement of the partying and the euphoria of the drug use- Tove could relate to that. The two danced briefly before Azcan found another partner to enjoy the beat with. Tove hardly seemed to mind as she wondered off to dance with another as well. The buzz on her lips remained though it could easily be blamed on the drug's effect on the nerves throughout her body.

Tove's graceful nature came into play as she danced, arms occasionally wrapping around her waist, the brush of skin against skin titillating as the music played on.

Tove watched as a large circle formed around a group, jumping, kicking, and dancing becoming more and more 'violent' in the center. The people of Sunberth seemed desperate to reach the center in order to show off in some way. Tove laughed as she purchased another tablet to hold under her tongue until it dissolved, her eyes locked on the group for a chime or so before she allowed herself to fall back into the crowd with her eyes closed.

Felinity and feminity seemed to combine along with the drug, her body far more sensitive to touch as the drug coursed through her bloodstream. It wasn't sensual in nature- though it could be perceived in such a way by another- it merely made the connection of her flesh to another's deeper in nature. For the first time in her life, Tove enjoyed the touch and closeness of others. All her worries were foreign and non-existent as the light reflected off her flesh. She was floating, the movement of her body being the comforting weight that held her to the ground with the other dancers.

There was no such thing as, 'not knowing how to dance' when on the drug, everyone knew how to sway to the beat against another. It took quite a while for the girl to realize she needed to catch her breath, her legs having guided her to a small chair. It was wild, strange, and magical all at once. Something she would regret under Syna's pure light, but not in the night, not under the illusions created by those with the power to cast them.

The newfound energy that radiated off the Kelvic was undeniable, her eyes locked on the crowd as they too experienced the same ecstasy she was feeling. Her chest rose and fell at the pace of her heartbeat (Which was quite high to start with). Another silver was thrown to the wind as she took sips of the Silk Bolt- the same drink she had enjoyed what felt like bells before, the sweet taste of vanilla running down her tongue.


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Postby Azcan on September 23rd, 2018, 7:32 pm

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Azcan saw it out of the corner of his eye when the bouncer escorted Maze out of the building. The guitarist just wasn't suited to the lifestyle of the Bolt Hole, and it showed in both his music and his face. The drummer didn't care in the slightest, but that might've been because he didn't care about much of anything at all in the moment. Bodies mashed against one another, with Azcan pushed to and fro by men and woman who aimed straight for his chest. In the midst of the chaos and caution thrown to the winds, he felt the barest flicker of pain. The bruises on his chest were hit with the force of moving bodies, but his intoxication numbed his nerves while setting fire to his brain with different elements doing their respective work. The drummer thrived in the Bolt Hole and in this fervor, he was liberated.

Tension eased from the drummer's chest, immediately set forth by the flurry of other sensations. His nerves flared like fire along his wrists and his shoulders, his body filled with delight as he went shoulder first right into another male. The man fell backwards, but was caught by the crowd, pushed up and set forth against Azcan, who fell back in turn. However, the drummer was used to the struggle and fight that was the mosh pit, and caught his balance before he caught himself against the body of a somewhat older and plain woman. His hands found their way along her waist, trailing for a long moment up her abdomen before she pushed him away. Laughter cast upon his features, and he winked at the woman before blowing her a kiss before tipping back his head and pushing off with his foot to twist in another direction.

Azcan's shift in direction brought him right back to Tove, whom he saw purchasing a Silk Bolt from a nearby attendant. One silver might yet turn into three as he pulled a third Lightning Bolt from the tray and placed an arm around the woman. He'd noticed nothing irregular about the Kelvic, who he believed to simply be a human with an abnormally low exposure to the toxicity of Sunberth's night life. At least... toxicity for some. The drummer, if he was honest with himself, was poison himself, so such toxic environments often were a cesspool in which he flourished in a most radiant fashion. Azcan brushed easy laughter as he asked the Kelvic,

"Where've you been? You're my special guest today, Tove!" he informed her, a grin cast upon his features as he took her hands in his own. The dance he pulled her into was lighthearted and fun, his feet keeping somewhat still but he sought to throw the Kelvic into twirls and twists that worked to varying degrees of success. Laughter spilled from lips as such turns were executed. No one at the Bolt Hole pretended to be what they weren't. Great or terrible, the dance was an indulgence, just like the drugs, or the liquor. One hand was all he managed for his turns, the other carrying his Lightning Bolt, and the drummer slowed the pace of his dance every so often to allow for sips of the strong liqeueur down his throat. Azcan was loose, his senses turned, his body heated and his mind numbed by the stew of intoxicants that coursed through his blood and settled in his stomach. The growl of a distant hunger was felt but ignored, for Azcan never interrupted his stupor with food. Bells upon bells he spent in the flurry of his multiple highs and in that fervent, delightful, and accursed state he let all else fall by the wayside. The drummer leaned closer to Tove, throwing his glass aside, where it shattered on the floor. Those barefoot within the Bolt Hole were bound for a grim morning, for so very many glasses were littered about in the same way.

"Do you want to keep dancing? Smoke? Whatever you want, I'm there for you!" he shouted out into the blaring beats, hoping that, perhaps, the cat heard him amidst the endless noise. In the distance, the drummer heard moans and groans of ecstasy, his gaze flickering to the site of a couple fucking against the nearby wall. The sight amused him, but he didn't bother pointing such things out. Tonight was Tove's night and he'd make sure she got whatever she wanted out of it.

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Postby Tove on September 25th, 2018, 4:10 pm

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"Life is too short to be sittin' around while everyone else dances."


The words rang true in Tove's ears, despite the fact they had been directed at another patron. Life was too short -painfully so- and yet in her moments of ecstasy, she felt almost untouchable. Humans were such long-lived creatures whereas the Kelvic cat was...well, not so long-lived. It didn't matter at that moment however, Tove was sure she was going to live forever.

Tove pressed her lips against the glass, occasionally glancing down at the reflections caught within. A sea of hands and bodies clashing against one another, vibrant hues flickering overhead, handsome drummer boys- a grin spread across the Kelvic's lips as she spotted the familiar friendly face. Tove placed two more silvers upon the platter as she watched Azcan wrap his fingers around two more glasses of one of the two bolts the Bolt Hole had to offer.

A small laugh escaped the lips of the Kelvic, a sweet grin plastered upon her lips. "Hello stranger, do you make all your 'special guests' pay for your drinks?~" She purred, taking one last sip of her silk bolt before being pulled into a dance.

It was brisk and light-hearted, Tove occasionally stumbling over herself as the two danced away. Skill was not a necessity, not in the dark when surrounded by others with little knowledge of dance themselves. The cat giggled as Azcan twirled her about, their fingers interlocked with one another. The lights and bodies around the two turned into a blur, the already intoxicated Kelvic growing dizzy between spins.

She stumbled forward, holding onto Azcan's forearm as she steadied herself. Tove couldn't recall a time she had found herself smiling and laughing so much, in fact, she couldn't recall ever laughing at all. Of course, she had laughed, but the source was never memorable, not in the way the bolt hole was.

Tove winced as the glass shattered upon being thrown by the drummer, imagining herself as the unlucky partygoer without shoes. The thought only bothered her for a moment, the ecstasy that coursed in her veins destroying all the worries she had stored within her mind.

Tove couldn't help but notice that Azcan's eyes as he questioned her, they were locked on something else. Tove's smile faded as she turned to see what he was looking at, automatically regretting. There in the back stood a couple, their bodies pressed against the wall as they made quite the bold show of affection. Tove's eyes widened, the inability to look away only furthering her embarrassment.

Sex was a part of life, it was an act all races would partake in at some point in their life (If they were lucky). Tove had seen plenty of sex between others in her short lifetime, more than she would have liked. Despite this, it seemed like far more of an intense sight whilst in the Bolt Hole. Tove grew flustered at the sight.

"Oh..." She turned back to face Azcan, her smile had faded as she thought back to what she had seen. "Erm- whatever you would like to do is fine by me." The grin returned, he would have more ideas than she would. He was a professional at partying whereas she was just someone fortunate enough to find one.

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Postby Azcan on September 26th, 2018, 8:25 am

Azcan allowed his gaze to settle on the fucking couple for a moment longer, laughter posed in the very awkward movements of doing so against the wall. To the Illusionist, it seemed that they were muted, desperate for their indulgence but not wanting to be noticed doing so. The drummer shook his head, empathizing with the notion but thinking that they were idiots. It was impossible not to notice what was going on! He shrugged his shoulders, forgetting the couple before turning his gaze back to Tove. The woman was somewhat indecisive, it seemed.

Luckily, while Azcan himself was very whimsical, he was anything but indecisive. The drummer knew what he liked, knew what he wanted and was very straight-forward in the expression of his desires. In this moment, his desire was to show Tove a good time. He'd spotted the Kelvic (whom he still believed a naive, but human girl) very early on in the evening, with far more clothes on and thought her strange, but endearing. Now? Nothing changed except for a growing familiarity, a sense of camaraderie with the girl who seemed so eager to just... let loose. Azcan didn't know Tove's story, nor would he ask without reason, but he felt that he understood her. For Azcan, that was enough.

The drummer let out a laugh as he shifted his position. The drummer sized Tove up for a moment, letting his gaze fall upon the curves set along her. She was a pretty enough girl, but it seemed like the dangers of Sunberth caught up to her. Scrapes formed along her arms and legs, the drummer offering a small 'tch' before he tipped his head towards the door that led to the exit of the Bolt Hole.

Azcan leaned closer to Tove, so that the Kelvic had no trouble hearing him even with the blaring music. "I'll just be a moment, but I think it's best to get out of here. It becomes a madhouse leavin' when they start packin' up. We can sneak out. Or rather... you can. I'll meet you outside. Just got to tell Dee I'm off for the night." Azcan's words were spoken directly into Tove's ear, the drummer's fingers playing gently along her shoulder, rising along her neck before he brushed lightly along her jawline. The gesture was affectionate, but he was also curious to see her reaction. The drugs coursing through both of their systems affected individual minds differently, after all.

"We can find our way to Baroque Bay! I'm assuming you live in the Sunset Quarter, right? It's not too far off. We can take a dip in the ocean," he told her, easy, careless laughter escaping him before he said, "I'll meet you by the exit? Stay by the bouncers if you'd like. Easiest way to find you," he advised, an easy smile cast upon his features before he pulled away from the Kelvic. The drummer trudged through the crowd. Dee and Den were in the midst of performance, but the gnosis bearer had no intention of interrupting them. Rather, he tapped into his connection with Ionu. The drummer sought to emulate Dee's illusory communication from earlier. However, rather than use words and require her attention in a far more obtrusive manner, he preyed upon her sense of hearing. He'd seek to mute the music around her, knowing the woman was far more than skilled enough to sing in a vaccuum. Within the muted sounds, he poured words that flowed in a lovely, chirping tune to his employer.

"I'm off for the night, Dee!" he told her, his voice an echo behind the chirping. She followed her connection to Ionu, but found the drummer mere yards away from the stage. He flashed the woman a wink before he gestured to the door. The bouncers could handle the cleanup. Or rather... perhaps they wouldn't even pack up at all. The season was rather atrocious, and rainfall was something that could destroy instruments and decorations if they left at an inopportune moment. The singer nodded in Azcan's direction, her sign that she'd received his illusions before she moved to the chorus of the melody she played on her guitar. Azcan took a moment to appreciate, for the millionth time it seemed like, his employer's utterly unparalleled skill with the guitar, an instrument that he'd only seen before in the Bolt Hole.

Azcan, once he was free to go, blew a kiss towards Dee, an affectionate parting before he trudged through the crowd. He slipped through the masses, intent on making his way to the exit and joining up with Tove. Once he found her, he'd offer the woman a grin, offering her his arm as he asked,

"Shall we?"


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Postby Tove on September 28th, 2018, 2:05 am

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The Kelvic's skin was on fire in the best way possible, Azcan's touch only adding fuel to that flame. Her feline nature only made the flames beneath her flesh grow stronger. Never once had Tove sought the connection between flesh and voice, not in the way she had at that moment.

"Alright, I'll meet you there I suppose." The usual innocent grin crossed her lips once more, only to fade when Azcan drew closer. Tove allowed her eyes to flutter as his hands grazed over her jaw, her fingers gently wrapping around his wrist for a mere tick before she dropped her arm to her hip.

Under the illusion of flashing lights, Azcan's touch felt far more intense than ever. His fingertips burned through her flesh, warm breath against her ear caused her to shudder. It hadn't been completely sexual in nature, however, everything just felt so good for the Kelvic in the way one would feel when smelling sweet scents or running their fingers along soft fabrics.

Tove watched as the Drummer disappeared into the crowd before being pulled into a sea of bodies herself. Escaping the Bolt Hole was difficult for the lithe girl, bodies pushing her from one side to the other. As difficult as it may have been, Tove made her way, positioning herself next to a tall bodyguard.

The heavily tattooed man had a threatening aura about him, his eyes occasionally dropping to the young Kelvic that huddled in a corner next to him. The rain hadn't ceased but it definitely had calmed since the Kelvic had stood in line.

"Where's 'yer coat, Love?" The guard questioned as his eyes locked on anything but Tove. His voice was deep, as expected, fingers interlocked as he kept his eyes on whatever was ahead of him.

"I...um- I'm not too sure actually." She hadn't noticed how bare her shoulders were, it hadn't felt cool in the Bolt Hole, not even by a little bit. "I suppose I lost it?"

"You suppose?" A grin formed on the body guard's lips, "I think it's pretty obvious if you're not wearin' it and you don't know where it is. Ain't no supposin' bout it."

"I 'suppose' you're right..." Tove grinned, a shiver running over her bare shoulders as she watched the bodyguard shoot her a curious glance. Tove's eyes lit up as she caught a glance of Boy Wonder approaching from the corner of her eye. "...and, that's my cue."

With arms interlocked, the two took their leave. Whether or not the two would make small talk along the way would be entirely up to Azcan as Tove opt to stay quiet along the way. A habit that had arisen once the Kelvic found herself sneaking about the streets more and more often.

Tove's excitement grew evident upon reaching the ocean their destination, however, her boots flying off automatically.

"Isn't it just...huge?!" The salt tasted richer, the sand softer against her feet. The clash of waves shook her core- it was the definition of perfection for the young Kelvic.

"We can swim, no? We can't just look at it, it's not here for that!" Before Azcan could answer the girl began to strip herself of her clothes. Despite her 'skinny' appearance when covered, Tove still sported a 'womanly' figure- her body built to be graceful and sleek. She cared little for modesty in general, but especially whilst being under the influence of drugs and copious amounts of alcohol.

It took the Kelvic little to no time to submerge herself in the 'shallower' depths of the sea, being just knowledgeable enough to know better than to go out too far out. The sea was constantly shifting and there was no telling when it would decide to engulf the Kelvic.

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Postby Azcan on September 28th, 2018, 1:49 pm

While it seemed Tove was content to allow silence linger between them, Azcan was not. The Illusionist winked at the guard before noticing that Tove forgot her coat! It seemed impossible to go back and find it, now, but he assured her that he'd be right on trying to find it when he returned to the Bolt Hole. Then, once such assurances were made, the quiet of the Sunberthian night didn't sit well with the drummer. The bouncer seemed to follow their movements, tagging along behind the pair. The masters of the Bolt Hole assured guests safety and enjoyment alike, intent on creating a space where the worries of the city need not exist. Azcan relished in the presence and took to distracting Tove from the skulking figure that followed them. He mused aloud, taking them into a pleasant discussion about the evening.

"How's the high?" he asked with easy laughter spilling forth from his lips. The drummer felt the echoes of his intoxication course through him like fire. It kept him close to her, his chest pressed into her arm and brushing along bare skin. The contact caused a stir within the drummer, and he wasn't quite able to stop the passage of his other arm along the plane of her back. The touch was slow, a sensuousness to it that he stopped immediately when he considered her answer. Laughter spilled from the drummer's lips before his free hand rose up to paint a trail along his own jawline. It was an instinct, a tick of his that often showed when he struggled to form coherent thought through the endless waves of intoxication.

"Also, I can't just keep calling you Tove. I don't mean to offend ya, but I like special girls to have special names," he told her. He winked at the woman as he pulled away from her. Their arrival at the beach of Baroque Bay ended their physical contact, with the drummer musing on what he'd call her. It arrived with a breath, his wide light brown eyes alight with satisfaction as he said,

"Vogue." The name was hatched right as the Kelvic shed her clothing, showing him far more of her body than, perhaps, he deserved to see. Admiration set about the drummer, who'd seen 'Vogue' with far more on and little that appealed to his sensibilities. The curves of the Kelvic's body being visible to the night was, of course, followed with his own revelation. Light rainfall fell upon the Illusionist as he set his breeches in a heap next to Vogue's attire. His shoes were off next, leaving him in nothing but his undergarments as he charged into the ocean without a care in the world.

Azcan wasn't a strong swimmer, but he'd long abandoned a helpless fear of the sea. Years of his life were spent on the decks of the Wayward Tabernacle, and his adventures showed. Lean musculature lined the drummer's chest, back, and his limbs, engineered by the rigors of life on the water. His legs carried him through the rippling waves with high, choppy steps that plummeted through the waves. He ascended into the foamy crests of Laviku's tide. Before the water reached his waist, however, he pushed both legs into the sands of the tide's floor. Azcan leaped forward, turning his body in mid-flight. If he were on land, such a jump would end catastrophically, but he wasn't. Instead, he crashed into the tide, sputtering coughs loosing the salt water from his throat before endless, mindless laughter coursed from his lips. The drummer watched the Kelvic from afar and a very dastardly idea materialized within his head.

Azcan retreated into the depths, keeping his nose and mouth above the water as he kicked his legs and wiggled his arms to stay afloat. The Kelvic's position was obvious by the circular ripples that set through the water around her. If she didn't notice him, he'd plunge into the depths and push off from the floor. He tackled the Kelvic around the middle, plunging the both of them back into the depths. If she didn't rise immediately, he'd plunge in and pull her to her feet, smirking at the woman as he considered her in the milky white light of Leth's presence.

"You've come by the beach before, right? The water here's a bit warmer than I remember," he noted, attributing the fact of it to the Kelvic's presence.


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Postby Tove on October 1st, 2018, 12:44 am

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Darkness would have engulfed the two swimmers if not for the pale lights that flickered along the wooden buildings of Baroque Bay, as well as the small torch held by the forgotten bodyguard that remained on the beach. The giant seemed unphased being at the fact that he was, indeed, the third wheel. Tove's legs danced beneath the water. Her toes occasionally digging into the gritty sand below only to be pulled away as the Kelvic jumped to keep her head above the waves. The taste of salt occasionally burned the back of her throat, eyes watering as the water grazed over them.

"Isn't this lo..." Tove glanced over her shoulder, a grin plastered upon her features as she expected her eyes to graze over the handsome drummer. There was one hitch in that plan, however- there was no Azcan. Tove's legs and arms ached as she kept herself afloat, eyes scanning the area carefully. The Kelvic was completely oblivious to Azcan's position to the other side of her body. "Az..." That was all the girl could make out before being playfully pushed below the water's surface.

The hum of Laviku surrounded the small Kelvic, her eyes shrouded in darkness as she tried to make out what was going on around her. She was minuscule, impertinent when compared to the whims of God and old kings alike. Yet, the drugs and alcohol that remained coursing through her bloodstream made her feel important. As if she was a part of something far bigger than herself, bigger than the troubles of Sunberth.

Tove hadn't pushed herself up fast enough, large hands causing her to break the surface of the sea. Deep breaths escaped her chest, eyes wide as they locked upon the boyish smirk that embedded itself upon his handsome features. Tove couldn't help but to grin right back at him- he was fun, lively...everything she had previously believed Sunberth lacked.

"I come here often actually, though I hardly make it a habit to jump into the sea." Tove shrugged, her eyes locked on the sky for a moment before finding Azcan once more, "Probably the rain...anyway..." She wrapped her fingers around Azcan's wrist to keep close, less she wished to float away from her friend. The ocean had quite the habit of subtly pulling bodies away from one another...or away from the land.

"If I recall correctly...Vogue is your name of choice." [/color][/i] Tove smiled, leaning back a bit, "I like it! It has a pretty ring to it...though I can't think of a name for you. Azcan is pretty and it suits you perfectly."

"You two lovebirds okay out there? Gettin' a bit chilly no?" A deep voice called out, easily recognized as that of the bodyguard.

Was it chilly? Tove thought not. The handsome man before her, along with the alcohol and drugs, kept her blood boiling.

"It seems as though we're being rushed, no? I suppose we should...ugh...get going yeah? It may get cold y'know?" Doubtful- Tove was nowhere near being cold. In fact, she was quite the opposite. The Kelvic leaned in, her lips brushing against the drummer's ear as she whispered to him in sweetly laced words."Thanks for the wonderful night." Tove pulled away, swimming towards the shore with her fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

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[The Bolt Hole] Hooked on a Feelin' [Tove]

Postby Kynier on October 13th, 2018, 3:53 am

Grades!


 
Azcan
Skill Rewards
  • Dancing +2
  • Musical Instrument: Drums +2
  • Observation +5
  • Planning +1
  • Socialization +5
  • Swimming +1

Lores Learned
  • Desden: Tougher but gets the job done
  • Desre: Seems really friendly and kind to her employees
  • Drugs: Smoking a Hookah
  • Drugs: Dissolving drugs in a Lightning Bolt beverage
  • Drums: Diversity in sounds, the greatest tool a drummer could have
  • Music: The beating heart of Mizahar
  • Illusionism: Making color dance along his skin
  • Illusionism: Infusing gold and blue tones in his hair
  • Illusionism: Making and controlling white smoke
  • Illusionism: Changing eye-color
  • Illusionism: Nullifying sound
  • Seduction: Kissing people randomly at the Bolt Hole
  • Self: Feels at home when set up and playing at the Bolt Hole
  • Self: A people pleaser
  • Tove: Nicknamed Vogue
  • Vantha: Rumored to being hunted down for Morwen’s petulance


 
Tove
Skill Rewards
  • Cosmetology +1
  • Dancing +3
  • Observation +5
  • Socialization +5
  • Swimming +2

Lores Learned
  • Azcan: A drummer for the Bolt Hole
  • Azcan: The Boy Wonder
  • Azcan: Blessed by Ionu to cast illusions
  • Azcan: Thinks women should have special names
  • Azcan: Has nicknamed her Vogue
  • Cosmetology: Braiding hair
  • Drugs: Smoking a Hookah
  • Drugs: Dissolving a drug on her tongue
  • Drumming: A skill Tove finds beautiful and honorable
  • Self: Enraptured by the tone of Azcan’s words


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