He just layed there staring at Daq. He heard what the exotic woman had said but it seemed like a million miles away. All he could concentrate on was the thought of running his blade through Daq for his betrayal, before it could actually take place.
"No", he managed to rasp out through gritted teeth. The woman might think it was an answer to her question. It was more of an order for Daq to get his filthy back stabbing , he thought about that word for a second in relation to his dream, hands off of him. He wanted Daq to get away from him, immediately.
If he didn't do it soon, then when Kutlin COULD stand he would pay. If Kutlin could stand, he would be strong enough to fight. To atleast give Daq the reaction he deserved. Maybe he would leave Daq alive, after all, he wasn't a mark. The thought of Daq having to return to his labs alone, without protection would serve more as a punishment anyway. If he died because he didn't have a body guard...utlin would have said he would learn his lesson. But death left little room for a learning experience.
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Daq Bekkar
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Daq thought he heard Pagusel say something, but he didn't understand it. It was likely not something for him to know. Or maybe he had imagined it entirely. The words he thought he had heard sounded like the rustling of the wind in the leaves.
He decided to ignore it until he heard her ask if Kutlin could stand.
Daq lifted one of Kutlin's eyelids and brought his face in close to look at the eye. The dilation was no longer so severe.
"He's right," he said, his hot breath washing out on Kutlin's face. "Just give him some time, Pag. Too much exertion too soon could cause him harm."
Daq blushed slightly when he noticed he hadn't called Pagusel by her full name. Hopefully she hadn't noticed. Inspecting Kutlin's face, he could see the tension in his jaw.
"Try to relax," he whispered. He pressed his dirt-caked thumbs firmly into Kutlin's temples and massaged them lightly to coax the jaw into relaxation. "You need to do everything you can to lower your heart rate."
He decided to ignore it until he heard her ask if Kutlin could stand.
Daq lifted one of Kutlin's eyelids and brought his face in close to look at the eye. The dilation was no longer so severe.
"He's right," he said, his hot breath washing out on Kutlin's face. "Just give him some time, Pag. Too much exertion too soon could cause him harm."
Daq blushed slightly when he noticed he hadn't called Pagusel by her full name. Hopefully she hadn't noticed. Inspecting Kutlin's face, he could see the tension in his jaw.
"Try to relax," he whispered. He pressed his dirt-caked thumbs firmly into Kutlin's temples and massaged them lightly to coax the jaw into relaxation. "You need to do everything you can to lower your heart rate."
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Pagusel's face looked distinctly displeased for a moment as her name was butchered, but the look passed very quickly. She gazed down at those wide eyes of Kutlin's as he regained his focus. She looked displeased again.
Pagusel lifted her chin to a level height and narrowed her gaze straight ahead. She flexed her fingers in and out, inhaled and exhaled. This thing coursing through her system didn't feel quite right; her skin prickled anew with goosebumps. Her eyes rolled up from their steady gaze as if searching for the locus of an itch along her hairline. The initial effects of the drug had been pleasing, but seemed to have become unsuitable.
Pagusel abruptly dropped her hand onto Daq's shoulder where he knelt. "Mister Bekkar?" she said very quietly. He would have to be closer to her to hear her clearly.
Her eyes showed real emotion as she watched Kutlin's face. Even her usually gentle brow was pulled into a dark valley.
Pagusel lifted her chin to a level height and narrowed her gaze straight ahead. She flexed her fingers in and out, inhaled and exhaled. This thing coursing through her system didn't feel quite right; her skin prickled anew with goosebumps. Her eyes rolled up from their steady gaze as if searching for the locus of an itch along her hairline. The initial effects of the drug had been pleasing, but seemed to have become unsuitable.
Pagusel abruptly dropped her hand onto Daq's shoulder where he knelt. "Mister Bekkar?" she said very quietly. He would have to be closer to her to hear her clearly.
Her eyes showed real emotion as she watched Kutlin's face. Even her usually gentle brow was pulled into a dark valley.
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Kutlin was regaining most of his mobility, atleast he felt like he was. All Kutlin wanted to do was shove his blade down this man's throat for his future treachery, and here he was giving Kutlin a damned massage.
"Off. Now." Yes, only two small words, but the malice and intent was almost dripping from his lips as he spoke them.
He was tired of just lying here as the man who would have let him die, hovered over his body. He was tired of not being able to move and he was sure as hell tired of not being able to fight. He felt prone, vulnerable and weak.
He could barely muster the strength to curl his fist up, it was like his body was awakening from a deep sleep and the blood was just now starting to circulate faster in the awakening process.
"Said. Off."
If he didn't move like he told him, this fist that he balled up would be the last thing he felt until he woke up, then it would be a blade. Kutlin did notice that the woman was still standing nearby. She would be a problem.
"Off. Now." Yes, only two small words, but the malice and intent was almost dripping from his lips as he spoke them.
He was tired of just lying here as the man who would have let him die, hovered over his body. He was tired of not being able to move and he was sure as hell tired of not being able to fight. He felt prone, vulnerable and weak.
He could barely muster the strength to curl his fist up, it was like his body was awakening from a deep sleep and the blood was just now starting to circulate faster in the awakening process.
"Said. Off."
If he didn't move like he told him, this fist that he balled up would be the last thing he felt until he woke up, then it would be a blade. Kutlin did notice that the woman was still standing nearby. She would be a problem.
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Upon hearing Kutlin's gasped words, Daq looked down at his thighs, which had grown a bit bigger than he remembered them--perhaps from not walking as much as usual. He realized he had been inadvertently pressing down on Kutlin's chest. He withdrew immediately.
"Oh.. sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to constrict your breathing."
From his new position, he had a better view of Pagusel. She looked even more anxious than he had seen her in awhile. He wondered if he had chosen the correct drug to complement her.. proclivities. A hint of unsettledness had begun to show through her normally languid demeanor. There was little trace of her ambiguous expressions--she now looked thoroughly displeased.
Daq put his hand on hers reflexively when she touched he shoulder, perhaps a little too firmly at first. He followed her body language's suggestion and stood to move closer to her, easing up on his touch.
He brushed her hand from his shoulder softly, accompanying it with his on its way down. As their hands dangled between them, Daq held onto the tips of her fingers for just a moment more than he had to.
"What is it, Pagusel?" he asked quietly and with concern.
"Oh.. sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to constrict your breathing."
From his new position, he had a better view of Pagusel. She looked even more anxious than he had seen her in awhile. He wondered if he had chosen the correct drug to complement her.. proclivities. A hint of unsettledness had begun to show through her normally languid demeanor. There was little trace of her ambiguous expressions--she now looked thoroughly displeased.
Daq put his hand on hers reflexively when she touched he shoulder, perhaps a little too firmly at first. He followed her body language's suggestion and stood to move closer to her, easing up on his touch.
He brushed her hand from his shoulder softly, accompanying it with his on its way down. As their hands dangled between them, Daq held onto the tips of her fingers for just a moment more than he had to.
"What is it, Pagusel?" he asked quietly and with concern.
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Re: The Fix [Open]
Pagusel shifted her weight to the ball of her left foot and toed the soil with her right; she shook her head side to side a few times, weaving like a nervous colt. “I, ah . . .” she breathed, and her tone trailed off with another small puff of wind from the west.
She blinked a few times rapidly at Daq, and though her face didn’t move, her eyes flitted in Kutlin’s direction. Her lower lip was pulled taut against her teeth. “I have to piss,” she said flatly. She uttered the crass term with a tone as sterile as if she had used a euphemism. The discomfort she displayed upon this announcement appeared purely physical.
“Please go on ahead, Mister Bekkar, while I take my relief. Our companion, while he lies, is no bother to my modesty, but I must request a degree of privacy from your presence.” All of this was said in slightly higher range than her usual husky tone, as if through a yawn. She lowered her eyelids and dropped her gaze to the side. “I must ask you make yourself entirely scarce, and I shall call for you so our paths can meet again.”
Pagusel lifted her eyebrows and nodded to Kutlin, at her feet. “You will have your space to recuperate for a few minutes. I will be . . .” She paused to look about her, and then lifted her wrist to point a slack finger at a slender birch several yards away. “I will be behind it.”
Pagusel shifted her weight again; her thighs tensed with apparent discomfort. “Please go away now,” she said very quietly through her teeth. She would not meet Daq’s gaze, but swayed her shoulders emphatically in the direction of the city.
She blinked a few times rapidly at Daq, and though her face didn’t move, her eyes flitted in Kutlin’s direction. Her lower lip was pulled taut against her teeth. “I have to piss,” she said flatly. She uttered the crass term with a tone as sterile as if she had used a euphemism. The discomfort she displayed upon this announcement appeared purely physical.
“Please go on ahead, Mister Bekkar, while I take my relief. Our companion, while he lies, is no bother to my modesty, but I must request a degree of privacy from your presence.” All of this was said in slightly higher range than her usual husky tone, as if through a yawn. She lowered her eyelids and dropped her gaze to the side. “I must ask you make yourself entirely scarce, and I shall call for you so our paths can meet again.”
Pagusel lifted her eyebrows and nodded to Kutlin, at her feet. “You will have your space to recuperate for a few minutes. I will be . . .” She paused to look about her, and then lifted her wrist to point a slack finger at a slender birch several yards away. “I will be behind it.”
Pagusel shifted her weight again; her thighs tensed with apparent discomfort. “Please go away now,” she said very quietly through her teeth. She would not meet Daq’s gaze, but swayed her shoulders emphatically in the direction of the city.
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About damned time, Kutlin thought as the conversation progressed. The murderous plague of a man was about to leave to give the woman her space, and the woman was walking off in the opposite direction.
Kutlin had given up on his original plan to attack Daq for what he wanted to do. He gave up the idea, but only to put it back in his mind to stew for later. If this man was still alive after Kutlin could move and walk around, he would feel Kutlin's blade. If he would kill him or not, that was one question, but the only answers that Kutlin could provide was that Daq needed to be taught a lesson.
To be honest, it wasn't the fact that Daq planned to use Kutlin as fodder, that was actually an admirable action as it showed decisiveness and planning. No, what really irked him when he thought about it thouroughly was that Daq had said it in front of him.
Ok, Kutlin thought, if your gonna use me as a distraction so you can get away while I'm fighting gods know what, that's fine. Copesetic. You didn't have to say it in front of me, yeah brother, let's see how you fare when your fodder bites back.
He couldn't wait for the two to walk off seperately and away from him. He was beginning to gain movement of his limbs, and though regularly Daq wouldn't come close to a match to Kutlin, this.... predicament he was in would leave him even at the mercy of the woman. He looked at her then, with just his eyes, as his head was still groggy and felt as if it were submerged in a thick liquid.
She was feeling the effects of whatever in the hells Daq had given her. She was a druggy, plain and simple. Just like everyone else at that damned club or whatever it was. He thought about it for a minute, the club that is. What had possessed someone to drug him?
Later, he thought, just walk away damn you, walk away so I can get out of here, you two aren't dragging me anywhere, and I sure as the sun won't walk into a fight unprepared and unplanned.
Kutlin had given up on his original plan to attack Daq for what he wanted to do. He gave up the idea, but only to put it back in his mind to stew for later. If this man was still alive after Kutlin could move and walk around, he would feel Kutlin's blade. If he would kill him or not, that was one question, but the only answers that Kutlin could provide was that Daq needed to be taught a lesson.
To be honest, it wasn't the fact that Daq planned to use Kutlin as fodder, that was actually an admirable action as it showed decisiveness and planning. No, what really irked him when he thought about it thouroughly was that Daq had said it in front of him.
Ok, Kutlin thought, if your gonna use me as a distraction so you can get away while I'm fighting gods know what, that's fine. Copesetic. You didn't have to say it in front of me, yeah brother, let's see how you fare when your fodder bites back.
He couldn't wait for the two to walk off seperately and away from him. He was beginning to gain movement of his limbs, and though regularly Daq wouldn't come close to a match to Kutlin, this.... predicament he was in would leave him even at the mercy of the woman. He looked at her then, with just his eyes, as his head was still groggy and felt as if it were submerged in a thick liquid.
She was feeling the effects of whatever in the hells Daq had given her. She was a druggy, plain and simple. Just like everyone else at that damned club or whatever it was. He thought about it for a minute, the club that is. What had possessed someone to drug him?
Later, he thought, just walk away damn you, walk away so I can get out of here, you two aren't dragging me anywhere, and I sure as the sun won't walk into a fight unprepared and unplanned.
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Daq Bekkar
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Daq examined Kutlin briefly. He seemed to be coming-to. His eyes were moving, there were a few visible movements in his legs. It would be alright to leave him for a few moments. Perhaps by the time Pagusel was done, Kutlin would even be able to move.
He looked up just in time to see her gesture towards the city with her upper body. It was an odd movement. It was almost as odd as the way she was talking through her teeth. Ultimately, though, he thought it was probably nothing--a combination of the drugs and her holding it in too long. He imagined that there were times when he'd acted stranger.
"Yeah," he said finally. "Sure. I won't be fa--"
He interrupted himself. Saying that he wouldn't be far away would probably just make her uncomfortable. She wanted her privacy, after all.
"I'll head a pace toward the city."
Daq saw Kutlin roll his eyes toward Pagusel. He was probably worried.
Daq leaned down and whispered, "don't worry. You should be fine." Then, after some consideration, "I won't be far."
He got up and began to meander toward town.
He looked up just in time to see her gesture towards the city with her upper body. It was an odd movement. It was almost as odd as the way she was talking through her teeth. Ultimately, though, he thought it was probably nothing--a combination of the drugs and her holding it in too long. He imagined that there were times when he'd acted stranger.
"Yeah," he said finally. "Sure. I won't be fa--"
He interrupted himself. Saying that he wouldn't be far away would probably just make her uncomfortable. She wanted her privacy, after all.
"I'll head a pace toward the city."
Daq saw Kutlin roll his eyes toward Pagusel. He was probably worried.
Daq leaned down and whispered, "don't worry. You should be fine." Then, after some consideration, "I won't be far."
He got up and began to meander toward town.
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Without a backwards glance, Pagusel set off towards the birch of her indication. She placed her palm on its smooth gray bark and watched Daq's back as he started off on his own. In brief repose, she tipped her head against the trunk and allowed her dark hair to brush up against and become tangled with pale specks of lichen.
With Daq's form disappearing down the way, Pagusel turned her chin to look over her shoulder at Kutlin on the ground. Her body followed, and she faced him with her back to the tree as she lifted the hem of her cape to the level of the high waistband of her short pants. Her gaze was locked coldly on him as she twisted the buttons out of their loops. "Don't watch . . ." she murmured stonily; he might not have even heard her.
Taking a few very small steps, Pagusel maneuvered herself 180 degrees around the narrow tree trunk. Her back was against the trunk and she faced away from Kutlin. As she crouched down, a puff of air stirred by her heavy cloak disturbed some loose organic debris on the ground.
A second puff of air signaled . . . nothing. No sign of Pagusel was visible beyond the trunk of the birch. The scattering of material on the ground lasted less than a second, and then only stillness marked the spot where Pagusel had crouched to relieve herself.
From his vantage point, Kutlin would not be able to spot the two-inch smoky-brown cockroach quickly ascending the far side of the birch's trunk.
With Daq's form disappearing down the way, Pagusel turned her chin to look over her shoulder at Kutlin on the ground. Her body followed, and she faced him with her back to the tree as she lifted the hem of her cape to the level of the high waistband of her short pants. Her gaze was locked coldly on him as she twisted the buttons out of their loops. "Don't watch . . ." she murmured stonily; he might not have even heard her.
Taking a few very small steps, Pagusel maneuvered herself 180 degrees around the narrow tree trunk. Her back was against the trunk and she faced away from Kutlin. As she crouched down, a puff of air stirred by her heavy cloak disturbed some loose organic debris on the ground.
A second puff of air signaled . . . nothing. No sign of Pagusel was visible beyond the trunk of the birch. The scattering of material on the ground lasted less than a second, and then only stillness marked the spot where Pagusel had crouched to relieve herself.
From his vantage point, Kutlin would not be able to spot the two-inch smoky-brown cockroach quickly ascending the far side of the birch's trunk.
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They are gone. Out of sight atleast, but not out of mind. He thought this as he heard them move off.
He started to get up slowly. Slow because he didn't want them to hear him moving around and run back to help him, and slow because he was just coming out from a drug induced stupor. He got up to his knees, hanging his head down almost ontop of them, arms bracing himself up. He was already exherting himself and he had barely moved. He wanted to cough and take in huge mouthfulls of air, but he didn't. They would hear him and then his entire plan would would be ruined.
He swung his head to the direction Pagusel went off in, he couldn't see her, that was the point though. He spit the odd tasting saliva from his mouth quietly, he had to move.
He had to go to the city, he sure as the hells weren't going to head off in a straight line. That is where Daq was. He would have to circle around him, it would be like tracking the man, and this brought somewhat of a smile to Kutlin. The smile faded when he realised that tracking was hunting which led to a kill. This would just end in him going to town unnoticed by him.
Well, he thought, maybe just a longer hunt. The man is dead anyways. *Humph* Use me as fodder, my ass!
He tried to stand up, still weary from the after effects. He was still bent over but his knees were off the ground, his ass was in the air and his arms still braced him. He shuffled his feet towards his hands until he could finally stand.
"Whoa.." He whispered as when he stood up, he almost fell over in momentum on a nearby tree, it would take a while before he could actually run again. But for now, falling to one tree to another would suffice, he would just have to keep it quiet.
At that thought he looked back to the direction Daq had left in, he wasn't sure where the man was now though.
Great, he thought, it's going to be a big circle.
Looking back towards where Pagusel was he checked to make sure it was clear.
Hmm, he thought, still can't see her. Even from this angle. Lady must really like her privacy.
He went back to his tree hopping, to anyone else it would look as if a drunk was stumbling around in the woods, holding on to the trees he fell to as if he let go he would fall off the face of the planet.
"Pretty close to the truth" He whispered to himself again as he set himself off in an arc that would bring him close to, if not at the main entrance of the town.
He started to get up slowly. Slow because he didn't want them to hear him moving around and run back to help him, and slow because he was just coming out from a drug induced stupor. He got up to his knees, hanging his head down almost ontop of them, arms bracing himself up. He was already exherting himself and he had barely moved. He wanted to cough and take in huge mouthfulls of air, but he didn't. They would hear him and then his entire plan would would be ruined.
He swung his head to the direction Pagusel went off in, he couldn't see her, that was the point though. He spit the odd tasting saliva from his mouth quietly, he had to move.
He had to go to the city, he sure as the hells weren't going to head off in a straight line. That is where Daq was. He would have to circle around him, it would be like tracking the man, and this brought somewhat of a smile to Kutlin. The smile faded when he realised that tracking was hunting which led to a kill. This would just end in him going to town unnoticed by him.
Well, he thought, maybe just a longer hunt. The man is dead anyways. *Humph* Use me as fodder, my ass!
He tried to stand up, still weary from the after effects. He was still bent over but his knees were off the ground, his ass was in the air and his arms still braced him. He shuffled his feet towards his hands until he could finally stand.
"Whoa.." He whispered as when he stood up, he almost fell over in momentum on a nearby tree, it would take a while before he could actually run again. But for now, falling to one tree to another would suffice, he would just have to keep it quiet.
At that thought he looked back to the direction Daq had left in, he wasn't sure where the man was now though.
Great, he thought, it's going to be a big circle.
Looking back towards where Pagusel was he checked to make sure it was clear.
Hmm, he thought, still can't see her. Even from this angle. Lady must really like her privacy.
He went back to his tree hopping, to anyone else it would look as if a drunk was stumbling around in the woods, holding on to the trees he fell to as if he let go he would fall off the face of the planet.
"Pretty close to the truth" He whispered to himself again as he set himself off in an arc that would bring him close to, if not at the main entrance of the town.
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The cockroach continued its ascent of the birch trunk quickly. It made a brief hesitation upon the bloated knot at the site of a former branch, torn off, but after navigating around the disturbance, it went on. The roach arrived at the obtuse angle of an intact branch and swiftly looped its path up and over, onto the branch itself. The branch was not very large, slightly thinner than a woman's arm, but one of the largest on the slender tree. The cockroach slowed to a halt.
Pagusel rose from the insect--at first in a loose crouch, her extremities growing from their homologous cockroach counterparts. Reflexively, she stood, for her old leather sandal slipped on the smooth birch branch, and she sought a handhold overhead. As her right foot faltered, Pagusel's hands reached up behind her neck to grasp the nearest branch above.
The branch bounced gently with the sudden addition of weight, and Pagusel stood very still like that--hunched over, as the handhold was not very high above, and with her right knee crooked too keep the offending slippery sandal off her foothold. She peered into the darkness to see Kutlin had started to run off. She couldn't catch sight of him. She was more concerned with locating Daq.
Pagusel had seen the way Daq had left. She gazed downward, craning her neck gently beneath her precarious grasp on the tree so she could orient herself after her interlude as a cockroach.
She spotted an alder she had seen him pass as he left their party. One thin branch of the alder crossed with the branch Pagusel held in her hands. She stared ahead at the junction of the branches from the two trees for several moments, and then lifted her left foot as she began to sink into the tiny form of the cockroach again.
The insect righted itself on the higher birch branch to stand on top of it, and then set of running forward. It did not hesitate to transfer itself to the alder branch, and only stopped once it had reached the trunk of the alder.
Pagusel rose again from the insect. Her balance was better this time; she stayed in a crouch on the branch. She squinted into the direction of Daq's departure and caught the movement of his mosey in her periphery. She shook her head briskly to clear the strange prickliness of the drugs in her system and promptly dropped into a cockroach again.
The bug ran along the line of Pagusel's gaze of moments before. It didn't slow as it reached the end of the branch, even as the thinning twig bent under its weight. Then it fell.
It was a distance of about five yards to the ground. The cockroach's legs whirled as it tumbled through the air. Several feet from the ground, as the roach was briefly righted in the air, Pagusel sprang from it again. She landed soundly on her feet with her hands stretched forward to break her fall. With a deep breath and another brisk shake of her head, she took off at a jog towards Daq.
Pagusel rose from the insect--at first in a loose crouch, her extremities growing from their homologous cockroach counterparts. Reflexively, she stood, for her old leather sandal slipped on the smooth birch branch, and she sought a handhold overhead. As her right foot faltered, Pagusel's hands reached up behind her neck to grasp the nearest branch above.
The branch bounced gently with the sudden addition of weight, and Pagusel stood very still like that--hunched over, as the handhold was not very high above, and with her right knee crooked too keep the offending slippery sandal off her foothold. She peered into the darkness to see Kutlin had started to run off. She couldn't catch sight of him. She was more concerned with locating Daq.
Pagusel had seen the way Daq had left. She gazed downward, craning her neck gently beneath her precarious grasp on the tree so she could orient herself after her interlude as a cockroach.
She spotted an alder she had seen him pass as he left their party. One thin branch of the alder crossed with the branch Pagusel held in her hands. She stared ahead at the junction of the branches from the two trees for several moments, and then lifted her left foot as she began to sink into the tiny form of the cockroach again.
The insect righted itself on the higher birch branch to stand on top of it, and then set of running forward. It did not hesitate to transfer itself to the alder branch, and only stopped once it had reached the trunk of the alder.
Pagusel rose again from the insect. Her balance was better this time; she stayed in a crouch on the branch. She squinted into the direction of Daq's departure and caught the movement of his mosey in her periphery. She shook her head briskly to clear the strange prickliness of the drugs in her system and promptly dropped into a cockroach again.
The bug ran along the line of Pagusel's gaze of moments before. It didn't slow as it reached the end of the branch, even as the thinning twig bent under its weight. Then it fell.
It was a distance of about five yards to the ground. The cockroach's legs whirled as it tumbled through the air. Several feet from the ground, as the roach was briefly righted in the air, Pagusel sprang from it again. She landed soundly on her feet with her hands stretched forward to break her fall. With a deep breath and another brisk shake of her head, she took off at a jog towards Daq.
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Daq Bekkar
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Daq was startled by a noise behind him. Although most of him was too stunned to react, his left hand lurched with an instinctive speed to his belt, where he kept the rusty shiv he had found earlier.
"Hello?" he asked into the dark, realizing that if the sudden noise were some kind of awakened beast that his language would have no effect on it. Traveling in a group, he hadn't been afraid of the woods, but now he was just beginning to realize how dark and fearful they really were.
His hand gripped harder on the handle of the discarded blade. He took a deep breath. Counting to three under his breath, he whirled around to see Pagusel jogging towards him. Though he relaxed, his hand was slow to release its grip. That part of him was filled with ancient, obscure intuition. Where had she come from so suddenly? He wasn't the most observant type, but he thought he would have heard her approach from farther off.
Exhaling through his nostrils, he greeted her. "Hello, Pagusel. Are you finished? What about our ailing friend? You said you would call for me."
"Hello?" he asked into the dark, realizing that if the sudden noise were some kind of awakened beast that his language would have no effect on it. Traveling in a group, he hadn't been afraid of the woods, but now he was just beginning to realize how dark and fearful they really were.
His hand gripped harder on the handle of the discarded blade. He took a deep breath. Counting to three under his breath, he whirled around to see Pagusel jogging towards him. Though he relaxed, his hand was slow to release its grip. That part of him was filled with ancient, obscure intuition. Where had she come from so suddenly? He wasn't the most observant type, but he thought he would have heard her approach from farther off.
Exhaling through his nostrils, he greeted her. "Hello, Pagusel. Are you finished? What about our ailing friend? You said you would call for me."
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When Daq turned, Pagusel's gait slowed, with a few easy steps, to a halt several feet from him. Her hands were at her sides, palms open and facing him. She tipped her head gently to the side, and a long hank of hair slid over her shoulder. Her eyes were narrow, swiftly searching the vertical view of Daq for indication that his guard was eased. He recognized her, but still seemed ready to reach for a weapon a few moments into acknowledging her.
His hand was still tensed, apparently against a small weapon. Pagusel fixed her gaze on this as she closed the distance between them. She kept her palms up towards him. "Be quiet, Mister Bekkar," she said softly, a muted version of her usual voice, not breathiness of a whisper.
It was dark and difficult to make out his expression. She inclined her head to him. "Please keep walking." She encouraged his compliance by starting to walk, herself. She turned her head to look at him as she began to move past him.
"I will explain. The assassin . . . spooked. I insist you walk with me and not attempt to find him."
Presently, as she ducked her hands back under her heavy cape for warmth, Pagusel noticed the top button of her short pants was still unfastened. A raise of her eyebrows mirrored a raise of the hem of her cape, and she looked down as she carefully set the button again.
His hand was still tensed, apparently against a small weapon. Pagusel fixed her gaze on this as she closed the distance between them. She kept her palms up towards him. "Be quiet, Mister Bekkar," she said softly, a muted version of her usual voice, not breathiness of a whisper.
It was dark and difficult to make out his expression. She inclined her head to him. "Please keep walking." She encouraged his compliance by starting to walk, herself. She turned her head to look at him as she began to move past him.
"I will explain. The assassin . . . spooked. I insist you walk with me and not attempt to find him."
Presently, as she ducked her hands back under her heavy cape for warmth, Pagusel noticed the top button of her short pants was still unfastened. A raise of her eyebrows mirrored a raise of the hem of her cape, and she looked down as she carefully set the button again.
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Daq Bekkar
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- Name: Daq Bekkar
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Re: The Fix [Open]
Daq noticed Pagusel's wariness as she approached him with palms turned outward. She must have noticed his hand on the dagger. He clasped his arms awkwardly behind his back and let his head hang, bobbing in a manner that he considered thoughtful looking. In truth, it was just an excuse for him to grab hold of his rogue hand and knead it surreptitiously into submission.
He thought it odd that she hushed him so quickly, ignoring his barrage of questions, but he fell in step with her anyway.
"I'm sorry. You startled me," he said quietly.
His hand and wrist continued to tense and spasm until he got distracted by her lifting up her robe to button her pants. She seemed pretty concentrated on the button, but he couldn't help the thought that she would notice him staring. He diverted his gaze abruptly and cleared his throat.
"Ah.. Er.. What do you mean.. spooked?" he asked. He let go of his hand and jammed it into his coat pocket. With the other hand, he scratched absentmindedly at the stubble that itched in the crook of his jaw and neck.
"What's going on?" he asked after some consideration, hoping that she would understand the scope of his inquiry.
He thought it odd that she hushed him so quickly, ignoring his barrage of questions, but he fell in step with her anyway.
"I'm sorry. You startled me," he said quietly.
His hand and wrist continued to tense and spasm until he got distracted by her lifting up her robe to button her pants. She seemed pretty concentrated on the button, but he couldn't help the thought that she would notice him staring. He diverted his gaze abruptly and cleared his throat.
"Ah.. Er.. What do you mean.. spooked?" he asked. He let go of his hand and jammed it into his coat pocket. With the other hand, he scratched absentmindedly at the stubble that itched in the crook of his jaw and neck.
"What's going on?" he asked after some consideration, hoping that she would understand the scope of his inquiry.
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Re: The Fix [Open]
Pagusel dropped the hem of her cape back down to cover her readjusted shorts and smoothed her fingers over the matted black fur. She winced thoughtfully into the distance and gritted her incisors together as the almost sticky texture of the fur registered with her tactile sense. A faintly happy expression lifted her features. The increased sense granted by Daq's drug combined with its euphoria to spin the current reverie Pagusel allowed herself.
He had asked her several questions, and she glanced over to him. Her eyes followed an upward arc to view the leaves passing overhead before settling solemnly on her companion. "Like a horse, he spooked," she said in supplement, sounding slightly surprised at his need for an explanation. She seemed as if interrupted from a daydream.
Pagusel sighed soundlessly and bobbed her chin down with resignation. She was no stranger to recreational drugs, and could control herself with a little will power. "You see, I--" she glanced back over her shoulder and paused in mid-step to see that Kutlin was not around. "I believe he was afraid of the coming events. Perhaps he heard you speaking." With no overtly ill-willed tone or body language, Pagusel managed to convey just the slightest implication of criticism.
She paused for several paces' time, allowing the crisp whisper of her sandals against the forest floor to stand in for conversation before she went on. " . . . I could see he was agitated. I did say I would call for you, and I was lying when I said that." She glanced over to watch Daq scratch at his stubble. "I mean to say I was bluffing."
Pagusel quickened her step. She was a little short of breath simply because of the mild strain of traveling in her current attire: slippery sandals with poor support requiring compensatory carefulness of step, and a heavy cloak that impeded the natural swing of the arms.
He had asked her several questions, and she glanced over to him. Her eyes followed an upward arc to view the leaves passing overhead before settling solemnly on her companion. "Like a horse, he spooked," she said in supplement, sounding slightly surprised at his need for an explanation. She seemed as if interrupted from a daydream.
Pagusel sighed soundlessly and bobbed her chin down with resignation. She was no stranger to recreational drugs, and could control herself with a little will power. "You see, I--" she glanced back over her shoulder and paused in mid-step to see that Kutlin was not around. "I believe he was afraid of the coming events. Perhaps he heard you speaking." With no overtly ill-willed tone or body language, Pagusel managed to convey just the slightest implication of criticism.
She paused for several paces' time, allowing the crisp whisper of her sandals against the forest floor to stand in for conversation before she went on. " . . . I could see he was agitated. I did say I would call for you, and I was lying when I said that." She glanced over to watch Daq scratch at his stubble. "I mean to say I was bluffing."
Pagusel quickened her step. She was a little short of breath simply because of the mild strain of traveling in her current attire: slippery sandals with poor support requiring compensatory carefulness of step, and a heavy cloak that impeded the natural swing of the arms.