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Post by Torrey on Oct 8, 2017 4:40:45 GMT
Torrey had liked loved watching him unravel before her, as she did so too. It became brazenly obvious that they were nearing their climax as he no longer left her in control, grabbing her by her hips and thrusting hard against her. Xave was working her own magic, bringing the daemon closer to the edge. She tightened her hug-like grip around Laz’s waist, begging him to pound into her, to bring her sweet release. Every breath was laced with a high pitched moan, followed by a deeper, more seductive and eager one that filled the bar. She wanted everyone to watch them, admire them, as they all so easily accepted each others physical bodies for what they were, as they melded together among thick pheromones and the strong smell of sex. They were all beautiful pieces of art entranced and intertwined with each other.
She had no idea what it was that Xave said to Lazarus, but it made him lose it, and just as Torrey was unable to hold back her orgasm. Every final thrust he made, a high pitched moan laced with bliss came from her mouth. With his final thrust, her wings completely stretched as far as they could go, her head tilted back with the faintest hint of a smile along the corners of her mouth. Right as they had orgasmed, she fed once more to increase the feeling to more than normal. As he came, she could feel just a tinge of warmth in between her legs, and finally her wings became completely limp, as did she briefly. Torrey didn’t bother to raise herself up to let Lazarus’ member go, not yet. She merely stayed there for a solid moment, limp against his chest, eyes hazy and lost in the gratification that she’d received from him and Xave. Her body spasmed after the initial orgasm, as did her wings.
It seemed like an eternity, but she finally managed to push herself up and slid Lazarus out of her, folding her wings up in the meantime. Her chest was still heaving, heart pounding, but damn did she feel good. Torrey didn’t bother to gather her clothes. Instead, she went onto the opposite side of Laz from Xave, and mirrored the fae by clinging to his side and gently brushing her hands through his hair, one of her legs intertwined with his. Her breath was hot on his skin, but she was content to just sit with Laz and Xave as her breathing started to regulate.
She looked over at the two of them, her pupils still large from her orgasm and the blood from biting her lip dried. “You two are way too good at that. Consider me convinced to come back and do some work for you.” Torrey was gently with his wings, but she was just so mesmerized with them, gently trailing the feathers. She was mostly serious with her statement. She liked Laz’s attitude and Xave’s sass. She especially love the lack of an expected commitment, and that she could get behind.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 8, 2017 7:02:29 GMT
Bliss. It was the only word for it, written all over their expressions. The release had been intense and Xaviere put her hand on Lazarus' chest, captivated by the heaving of his breath, the thin sheen of sweat. She'd had more time to regain her composure than the other two and, stretched out alongside Lazarus with her elbow propping her up on the back of the couch, she could enjoy watching their descent from on high. Lazarus turned his head and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, drawn to the vanilla scent of the perfume she wore, seeking familiarity after the earth-shattering orgasm that had his mind reeling.
The Fairy retrieved her wine, long-forgotten on the table, still wanting to drink but needing something less intense than the vodka. The sweet peach and oak flavours tasted even better after sex, she thought idly, tracing the tattoos that curled over Lazarus' golden skin. Eventually, the King of Thieves opened his eyes and grinned at Tor, leaning over to kiss her briefly, though without haste.
"I'm sure I'll be able to find work for you anytime you feel like visiting." He didn't move to get up, to find clothing, and next to the naked Shifter and Daemon Xaviere for once looked almost demure. He did, though, raise a hand and wave it vaguely.
"Vivek...I'm going to need some new pants." This was not an unusual request for the butler, and as he materialised from whatever dark corner he'd been in before, he nodded briefly and then disappeared. Xaviere didn't fear any judgement from the butler - in fact, she'd slept with him, as had Lazarus, plenty of times too.
Lazarus didn't seem in any hurry to get dressed though. He seemed in no hurry to do anything but relax, entwined with Tor and Xaviere, casual and intimately familiar. His fingers had curled through Tor's hair, working free the tangles, though he pulled them free to accept a folded pair of pants from Vivek once he returned, placed on the table for later use. Vivek, knowing his employer well, also handed over a chilled drink of some kind - clear, carbonated, mint leaves swirled amongst the ice cubes, which Lazarus half-drained in one go. His breathing had slowed though he was still slightly flushed - still, Xaviere thought, beautiful.
"Do you want anything to drink, Tor? Vivek will get it for you." The butler had already taken her wine glass, ready to refresh it for her. He was nothing if not attentive.
"Not what you expected from the night, I'd wager?" Lazarus added, arching a brow and smiling at the Daemon.
"Feeling well fed, I hope."
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Post by Torrey on Oct 8, 2017 7:34:12 GMT
Oof, she liked the taste of him she noted as he kissed her again. As a part succubus, the high from an orgasm took a bit longer to relax from. Though her breathing had slowed to something more normal, her heart was still fluttering and her mind was practically screaming for more. She didn’t always feed using her succubus side, but when she did, it was always so fulfilling. Torrey was perfectly content where she was. She straightened herself up and stretched one arm around Lazarus, feeling very familiar with him now. Her head was still cloudy from her previous drinks, but she was damn thirsty for too many things at once. Taking Lazarus’ offer for his butler to get her a drink, she asked for a mixed, strawberry drink that was more fruit than alcohol. Getting totally drunk would be fun, but she was always a bumbling, horny mess when that happened. Maybe another day she’d get to that point.
Grinning, Torrey didn’t bother to move to get her clothes. Instead, she thought of seeing Lazarus with both her and Xave on either side of him, a true artistic view, if not stereotypical, that befitted a notorious gangster. She purred as his hands went through her mangled mess of hair. Just moments ago he’d lost himself, but already he seemed to be returning to his very composed and in-control self, and she really appreciated that. “Business or pleasure, if I’m in the area just get one of your guys to grab me. I doubt I’ll say no now that I know what to expect.”
When her drink arrived, she did not down it like her previous shots of vodka. Instead, she took small sips and savored the taste. Torrey wasn’t big on fruity drinks, but she tended to appreciate them a lot after a good round of sex. They seemed to help amplify how good she felt. Raising an eyebrow at both Xave and Laz, she brought her drink away from her mouth to answer. “Did I expect to have sex? I mean, that’s a given. Especially when there’s coin to be had. But I can’t say I expected to sleep with a ”King
.” She spewed his title with heavy sarcasm, but more as a running joke than blatant disrespect. She’d never call him that in a serious way, but ‘Boss’, she figured, would be acceptable and respectable. On a totally different note, he had surprised her for being a shifter. In fact, the night was just full of them. First, a fae woman that went against one of their biggest values, then a shifter that was well aware of how powerful and gorgeous he was, all while being casual and out and nonchalant about having sex among his other employees and patrons.
“Think it’s safe to safe I’m over fed since my meals usually only involve one other person. But yeah, I am. Though I’m game for desert after I do your little job for you.” She looked over to the fae woman, smiling with an infamous hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Care to tag along with me? I promise I won’t bite any off rat heads of in front of you.” Torrey assumed, with the way Xave presented herself and acted, that it was a less than ideal thing to see. And now, as aquatinted as they were, she felt a lot more comfortable around the fae and was willing to respect her more.
The daemon, still slightly flushed, pulled away from Laz, leaving a light trail of kisses along his jaw and bare shoulder, to lie perpendicular to him and casually brought her legs up to lay across him and partially on Xave. She was more like a display, completed nude as she was, and it didn't bother her one bit.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 9, 2017 7:49:17 GMT
Xaviere had never lost the Fae preference for physical closeness. She still hated to sleep alone, and around those she was comfortable with - whether men or women - she tended to seek an affectionate kind of intimacy even if they weren't sexually involved. It was entirely natural to lie alongside Lazarus, who still wasn't bothering to get dressed, one leg hooked over the top of his, body flush with his side, fingers trailing slowly through the dark feathers of his wings while she drank her wine. Her dress rode up to expose her thigh, the garter attached to dark lace, and here Lazarus' own fingers traced slow circles on pale skin. Close enough to smell the cologne he wore, feel his warm breath on her neck when he turned his head.
She smiled at Tor's enthusiasm about coming back. Good to know they'd impressed.
"That's quite the offer," she jested, arching a brow at the implication, whether Tor had intended it to sound dirty or not. Xaviere had a way of twisting people's words, drawing out hidden meanings. And she laughed at the way Tor said 'King', thoroughly amused. Lazarus, fortunately, was not the type to be easily offended, as no doubt Xaviere's early taunting had revealed. Tor learned quickly, which Xaviere certainly approved of. The banter, the humour; these were things she enjoyed about working for Lazarus. He was powerful, yes, and he knew what he was good at, where his skills lay. But he was not egotistical, and he loved to laugh. Teasing was part of the game to him.
"In that case, I do hope the experience lived up to expectations. I'm afraid Xave promises so much, waltzing around like she owns the place, dressed like she is..."
"Careful, Laz, you're veering dangerously close to suggesting something less than ladylike of me."
"I merely mean to say that you promise a certain...experience...just by being yourself. Then you drag me into it, and I like to please."
"Stop fishing for compliments, you flirt. Anyway, whether or not you hold up your end of the bargain, I'm fucking fantastic." The Fairy grinned and Lazarus raised his brows at Tor, as if to say "see what I deal with?"
They weren't the only ones enjoying the atmosphere of Lazarus' bar, by now. The couple that had watched earlier were entwined in a recliner, and moving in a way that suggested they might have been inspired by the trio's performance. Xaviere leaned over Lazarus to speak quietly near Tor's ear.
"That's the Viscount of Arelyn and his wife, the Viscountess Ellaria. A minor noble family, but very old, favourite companions of the Commander of the Guards, apparently. Lazarus has a lot of...unexpected...connections, as well as the regular thugs and gangsters. Some of them like to visit his world now and then." Xaviere didn't know if gossip appealed to Tor, but if nothing else it was letting the Daemon in on a little more information about how Lazarus worked, the networks the King of Thieves enjoyed, a hint of why he held the amount of power he did. Run of the mill gangsters operated solely in the underworld. Lazarus had fingers all over the place, including in the royal court.
"We love dessert, don't we Xave?" As if to underscore this point Lazarus casually skimmed his hand higher along Xaviere's thigh, toying with the lace edge of her undergarments.
"You know me, I've always had a sweet tooth. I'll come along on your job, sure, though don't expect me to get my hands dirty. Lazarus likes to have a regular employee accompany first timers anyway, though."
"You don't usually deign to do anything for me except murder innocent people."
"Innocent? Hardly. Anyway, Tor's good fun. I'd like to see her work over someone who hasn't paid the proper respects." By which she meant coin, obviously, as this was the only kind of respect Lazarus really cared about.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 9, 2017 21:45:54 GMT
Again, Torrey smiled, glad that her jab at Lazarus’ title was taken as more of a joke than anything serious. She could appreciate the gangster a lot more with the lack of seriousness he had, though she was sure he was a force to be reckoned with when he was, in fact, serious. She made a mental note that one day, she’d like to see that side of him, as long as it wasn’t directed towards her. Though not a sadist, Torrey did have an appreciation for how dangerous someone could be when they were mad. At the same time, she also found it amusing when someone she considered not dangerous to be when they were upset, similar to a child. Since the daemon just met Lazarus though, she was itching to know what kind of dangerous he was, hopefully the former.
Their banter was a different form of amusement itself. It was too obvious that they’d known each other a long time and very well acquainted. She was quite glad that the two of them were willing to share, otherwise the daemon would have been bored a while ago.
She was still naked, her legs lying across Lazarus’ as well as part of Xave’s. She was careful with her massive, sharp talons that were still stained with blood. Unlike her claws, they were not retractable. From just above her feet up to about mid-thigh, they were covered with soft feathers, but she was sure the two of them wouldn’t mind. With the threesome they all just had, they didn’t seem at all bothered by her avian features, so Torrey felt a lot more comfortable with them.
“Ya know, all he’s gotta do to get compliments is walk around without a shirt on. Sepcially if there are any higher class humans visiting from The City. They all seem to have a fascination with the ‘bad boy’ type since they’re stuck with the boring, righteous types most of the time.” Torrey also grinned, giving Lazarus’ a look back that said, ‘I’m no better.’
As Xave gave the dirt on gossip, Torrey briefly watched the couple with amusement since she’d just mentioned how high class humans seemed to be a bit obsessed with the idea of the underground. “See, my theory has already been proven. Go outside without a shirt on, Lazarus, and soon you’ll have a whole harem all to yourself I’m sure.” It was funny though, how the other couple got inspiration out of the three of them. “Glad my six hundred years of experience did good for someone though,” she jested.
Lazarus was so much of a flirt, it was ridiculous and almost adorable at the same time. “I’ll make sure I don’t tear up your nice garments, Xave, when we get back.” She winked at Laz as if to say, ‘No promises for you’. It wasn’t even a matter of sexual preference. Torrey just figured the fae woman would appreciate not having her nice clothes torn to shreds and, additionally, Torrey thought they were just too hot to shred. Xave defiantly made the look complete. There was no use in destroying it.
“Oh no worries on getting dirty, I don’t like to share jobs usually anyways. I don’t mind having all the fun. Smart to make someone go with first-timers though so they don’t run off with more than thirty eight percent of the cut.” Torrey shrugged playfully, smiling. She had no intention of running off with it of course. She liked to think that, even if she was willing to do almost anything for some coin, she still had enough dignity to not cheat the person paying her. Unless they cheated her, of course. Then they usually wound up dead.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 10, 2017 8:09:53 GMT
Lazarus finished his drink and leaned forward briefly to set the empty glass on the table. Vivek was there at once, appearing as if by magic, to whisk it away for refreshing. Meanwhile, Xaviere was swirling the wine around in her glass and trailed her free hand down Lazarus' chest in response to Tor's words.
"He is very pretty, I'll give him that." Lazarus was smiling like that cat who'd gotten the cream but unlike many men in power, he wasn't egotistical. She didn't feel the need to automatically bring him down a peg or two at Tor's compliment, didn't think twice about adding her own. Lazarus, in return, was always generous in his admiration of his lovers - whether in how he spoke about them or wordlessly worshipping through touch and pleasure.
"And what on earth would I do with a harem when I have you two here, ready and willing to entertain me?"
"So presumptuous. Whose to say Tor and I haven't had enough of entertaining you?"
"You can leave anytime you want, Xave."
"Oh please, I paid for the drinks tonight, including your gin, remember? I might be done with you but I'm not done with your bar." And, despite her words, the Fairy didn't move to extricate herself from the relaxed tangle of their bodies. She was quite comfortable where she was, actually, and Lazarus was completely ignoring her teasing as his hand found its way ever higher along her thigh. Where it was leading she didn't know - had she really had enough for the night? Maybe, maybe not. Finding out was half the fun. And she definitely wanted more wine.
"Mmm, I'm quite fond of my clothing, I would prefer it stays intact."
"I should think so. I bought you these, if I recall correctly." Lazarus hooked a thumb underneath the garter, where it lay flush with her upper thigh. He did recall correctly, of course, it was hardly something he was likely to forget. Not when Xaviere wore things deliberately to tantalise him at least half of the time.
"You can always buy me more," she smiled, earning herself an arched brow from the King of Thieves.
"I pay you quite enough already, you shameless extortionist. I have no concerns about your running off with more than your cut, Tor. My people can track those who do such a thing down, but you're smart enough to realise there's far more coin in it for you if you play nice anyway. No, I just like to get a handle on people's skills, that's all. Xave, or another of my permanent employees, knows what to report back so I can place people on the jobs best suited to them in future." And, admittedly, there was some small element of keeping tabs on a newcomer. Lazarus wouldn't hire someone again if they ignored or overstepped their brief, and it wasn't uncommon for new thugs to get a little carried away and kill someone they were only supposed to be injuring.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 11, 2017 2:15:05 GMT
Torrey grinned from ear to ear, amused by Laz’s reaction to her suggestion. “This is true. Perhaps Xave and I decided we enjoy each other more and will run off into the sunset, skipping through a field of coin and fine drinks.” The thought amused her, and Torrey couldn’t help but join the banter.
“That’s a fair point though. I’d love to entertain you and Xave anytime, boss.” Xave had been a lot of fun, and she felt like there was solid ground for a potential friendship between them. They way she held herself, the way she sassed, she was everything that Torrey had not expected and she appreciated it so much. She still barely knew the fae woman, but there was so much potential that the daemon had a really good feeling about her.
Her drink was still in her hand, nearly full still. The daemon was merely savoring each sip, and was very aware that she was still extremely close to being flat out drunk. The last thing she wanted to do was do Laz’s job and accidentally kill the guy because she’d had a little too much to drink.
She’d want to get the job done before it became day, truthfully, otherwise she’d wait to the next night to do it. Which was fine. Xave had been generous paying for her drinks, and Torrey wanted to return the favor even if the payment was for unintentionally killing her target. She had a feeling the fae women wouldn’t say no.
“Maybe I want some nice clothes in exchange for my company, eh?” Torrey couldn’t keep a straight face with the comment and was laughing as she said it. “Ah, that’s an entertaining thought. I can’t get anything to fit with my bulky-ass wings anyways.” Though it may have sounded like she was bashing on the appearance of her wings, Torrey was quite fond of them. However vain it could seem to others, see loved the golden coverts she had mixed in with the dark brown. “And half the time I have to dismember people for work so I’d just ruin anything nice. I don’t know how you don’t get your clothes soaked in blood, Xave, with the type of work that you do. I have to say I’m a little jealous of the skill that takes.” Torrey didn’t have the patience to be careful to not get dirty, truth be told.
Even sitting in one position was too much for how antsy Torrey was, so she swung her feet around and changed her position so that her head was resting on Lazaru’s thigh and her legs were now propped up on the end of the couch. She reached a hand up and gently drew small circles along the gangster’s chest and abdomen, admiring him yet again. It was so easy to see why Xave spent so much time with him.
She figured that Laz had ways of dealing with people who ran off with what was his. Not that she’d been seriously considering it to begin with. “I do have a bit of dignity, so I suppose you don’t have to deal with me trying to run off with stuff that ain’t mine. I’d rather be on Xave’s good side.” Looking at the fae woman upside down, she winked, the purposeful mentioning of her name and not Laz's another playful jab.
Torrey took one last sip of her drink and decided she’d had enough, setting it down with still a quarter of it left. Now she was hungry again, damnit.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 12, 2017 6:50:05 GMT
Lazarus laughed at that, genuinely amused.
"Xave, skipping off into the sunset? Never. Sauntering into the night, maybe. She's just not the skipping type."
"My heels are too high for skipping. The coin and fine drinks, though? That I can see." Speaking of, she set her wineglass down after draining it. She was feeling decidedly light-headed, and she thought Torrey might prefer to get the work out of the way sooner rather than later. If she was going to tag along she needed to be able to walk. Or, preferably, saunter. Ever attentive, Vivek re-emerged to hand her a tall glass of water, ice cold, the antidote to the fog drifting warm and pleasant behind her eyes.
Tor was joking about the clothes, but Xaviere and Lazarus - though still relaxed - were serious when they replied.
"There are perks to working for the King of Thieves. Clothing is something I enjoy and Lazarus does like his assassin to look the part...but regardless, depending on how useful people make themselves..."
"Access, is the main thing. To my connections, to my networks, to opportunities. To places like this." The Fairy and the gangster smiled at each other, then back at Tor. Affectionate, playful...indulgent. Tor needed to prove herself, of course; perks didn't come automatically, they were unlocked with repeated expressions of loyalty - a trait Lazarus valued deeply. But Xaviere knew they'd made a good impression, and Tor seemed a shrewd judge of value. She suspected the Daemon would assess the opportunity for what it was, and take advantage of it. Lazarus and Xaviere themselves weren't perks, exactly, but of course being on their good side had its own kind of reward.
"Stylish, isn't she? That's why I hired her. She'd had her way of killing refined years before we even met and the elegance of it suits my preferences." Xaviere basked silently in the praise, her appreciation of it shared in the practiced touch of light fingers on tattooed skin.
"Did you want to get the job out of the way sooner, or later? If sooner, we can leave any time you're ready. If later, I want another drink." Control in all practical matters was Tor's to have - Xaviere was witness and supervisor only, purely for Lazarus' benefit. She was serious about only watching; the Fairy's skillset didn't include thuggery. She could be scary but not in the way that intimidation demanded; her kind of scary absolutely required she follow up with merciless, dramatic death. She was looking forward to seeing Tor in action though. It would prove another interesting diversion for the night.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 13, 2017 4:46:13 GMT
“Ya know, that’s a good point. Don’t suppose I can do that either without probably catching on fire.” That was an over exaggeration of course, as Torrey was sure Laz and Xave were well aware. Her succubus side actually made it more difficult to be in the sun, so she avoided it most of the time. If not, then she at least used something to shield her skin. But anytime she did that, the daemon looked like a gods damned prude in her eyes
The sight of the water reminded Torrey how insanely thirsty she was for something not alcoholic, so she asked for a glass as well and was a little too excited to get a nice, cold class. With the way she’d been drinking, there wasn’t a doubt that she’d wake up with a hangover. And those always made her extremely cranky.
Torrey was interested in what they had to say about what working for Laz loyally could mean, but she wasn’t actually all that interested in the details. She’d work for the guy and sleep with him, but would she ever have any true loyalty? Not right away, at least. “I was originally not in a very social mood tonight, so this place is way better than the average bustling place. I'd be lying if I said I was not interested in that part of it, but I don’t really mind if I get anything else.” Her joking demeanor was only slightly more serious now, as she wanted to make it well known that she was not looking for any sort of handout. “I’m fine with the coin, drinks, and good sex. I like to think I live a simple life.” She smiled and winked at them both. “Oh and food. I’m nearly hungry all of the time. Can’t ever sate my hunger.” Torrey meant that in a literal way, but then realized it could be taken sexually as well and was completely fine with that interpretation.
Smiling at the obvious enjoyment Xave was getting from the praise, the daemon noted how much she loved people that had great self-confident in themselves. She wasn’t very tolerant with people who were too self-concious, mainly because she never knew how to deal with those types of folks.
At the mention of leaving, Torrey finished up her water, the condensation on the outside of the glass making her hands just ever so damp. She slowly pulled herself up, avian-like hands lingering on Lazaru’s skin and just gently brushing up along his abdomen and chest, to under his jaw and chin until she was standing straight up, brazenly nude without a care in the world. Hell yes, she was defiantly coming back for dessert.
Torrey grabbed her trousers and breast wraps off the ground. Because of her digitigrade legs, she always had to wear baggier pants, and it was easy for her to do the wraps herself, though they did take a minute. Her eyes moved up briefly to see the couple again, who seemed to be finishing with whatever fun they were having.
Once she was ready, she nodded at Xave. “Yeah, I’ll get it done now so we can come back and drink some more. Maybe have a bit more fun again. Where should I look for the guy?” It was a pretty simple and straightforward job, it sounded like, and she wasn’t above roughing up defenseless people for money.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 15, 2017 8:32:39 GMT
"I noticed," Xaviere replied, referring to Tor's comment about not feeling very sociable when they'd first met.
"That poor man never saw you coming."
"Poor man? He had you coming for him regardless, I'd say he was assured of a bad night either way."
"You didn't see what Tor did to him. Claws right to the chest. I'd say I improved his lot by ending him before he could drown in his own blood."
"So...Tor had basically killed him already? You know that invalidates your contract..."
Xaviere, by now, was on her feet, smoothing down her dress so it fell again to mid thigh, a few inches of pale thigh exposed between the hem and the stockings. She smirked and shook her head.
"Oh, don't try that on. He was dying but he wasn't dead. I slit his throat, even if it only sped up the inevitable."
"Bending the interpretation of the fine print, as usual."
"Hey, I had to get there just in the nick of time to make it work. Point is, Tor does impressive work. Proper horror show. Who is she going after tonight?"
"Kristoff Franklin. Just a beating, Tor, and ignore any goading from my assassin here to take it further. He's a mid-level gangster, head of a smallish outfit. And naturally, deliver the message that worse will come unless his taxes for last month arrive on my desk within the next twelve hours." Standing, the King of Thieves had pulled on the new pair of pants, though he remained bare chested as his wings flared and then settled along his back, the feathers the exact same inky midnight blue as the tattoos curling over his skin. He handed Tor a slip of parchment bearing the address the gangster was most likely to be found at.
"I would never! I want Tor to do a good job, she livens the place up."
Xaviere was soon ready to go, the knives she'd divested herself of earlier sheathed back in concealed locations on her person, the water downed and her head still light but clearing. The air around her shimmered for half a second as her glamour - a magic unique to the Fae - activated. She didn't like too many people to know both what she really looked like, and who she worked for, so visiting Lazarus'....acquaintances...was a common time for using the magic. Instead of her real form, people would see what they expected to see. Laz and Tor, right now expecting to see her and having seen her activate it, would probably continue to see her as she was. But the gang, when they showed up, would very likely see her as one of Lazarus' faceless grunts, unremarkable and unmemorable. Which was just what she wanted.
"Ready when you are, Tor." Xaviere didn't think it would take long - it was an easy job, ideal for a newcomer to Lazarus' pool of casual staff. The Fairy wandered towards the hall they had entered by, the alcohol not affecting her balance on the heeled boots in the least, every step casually sexual, confident.
"Keep the couch warm for us, Lazarus. And maybe order something to eat. Tor might work up an appetite, after all." She grinned at the Daemon and for a second there was a flash of the Unseelie about her; a dark, wild beauty that was more feral, more alien, more the nightmare creature that was so feared by the Humans.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 16, 2017 3:05:19 GMT
Torrey watched the two as they bantered between each other, thoroughly amused by them. It was defiantly plausible that she would return. Now it was a matter of whether he’d keep his end of the bargain with her pay, but there was almost little doubt in her mind that he’d go through with the thirty-eight percent. “I mean, I didn’t mean to scrape all the meat off his chest. He just…well.” Smiling, she shrugged. “Made me drop my meal. Glad I didn’t make your contract invalid, Xave.”
Smugly, her amethyst eyes locked with Laz. “And even I can vouch for her. She defiantly did the final, killing blow. I just made it easier was all. But don’t worry, I can do just a beating. Long as he doesn’t take any food away from me.” She was kidding with that statement as well of course. Torrey had been alive for a long time and was very used to jobs having specific instructions.
Since she didn’t have anything to really take with her, save the clothes on her back, Torrey waited for Xave to get ready and nodded when she was finished. She grabbed the paper out of Laz’s hand that had the directions to where they needed to go. With one quick look-over, she knew at least the general direction. “Right, let’s go before I decide to ride Laz again and not getting some work done.” She made that last part just loud enough for him to hear, but she didn’t give him any time to respond before turning her back and heading for the exit, exaggerating her hip movements and flaring her tail feathers towards Laz as she left.
It was still dark out when they left the private bar, but there were maybe just a few hours before the sun would begin to rise. Torrey would need to finish the task and get back before that so she wouldn’t cook like a slab of meat. So she moved somewhat quickly, moving out into the more crowded roads where there were more people about, whores out on the sides, drunk men and women swaying as they walked, and couples whispering sweet nothings to their partners. It didn’t take them too long to get where Torrey was sure they needed to be, and at that point she referenced the piece of paper that Lazarus had given her.
“Look like the guy and his posse should be around here somewhere.” Now east of where Laz's den was, there were fewer people than when they had been headed to their location. Now the daemon was alert, looking for anyone that had even a remote sense of authority or gang-like vibe to them. She'd need to find out where he was specifically by interrogating someone.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 22, 2017 22:38:49 GMT
Xaviere smiled, a decidedly playful glint to her eye, at Tor's suggestive departing words.
"Laz will be waiting here for you when you're done, I'm sure."
"No doubt." The King of Thieves had already wandered over to the bar and was leaning over it with his head propped on his elbows, talking quietly with the bar tender. But he shot them a grin as they left, a promise of fun to return to later.
Then it was down to business. Xaviere followed Tor's lead, weaving through the late night crowd, appearing as something different to those attentive enough to even mark their passing in the first place. Another Daemon, perhaps, since she accompanied Tor. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman. The glamour was a strange magic; Xaviere did not control what she looked like to others, and it felt no different to her whether people perceived her as one thing or another while the magic was working. In a crowd it could cause trouble, when different people saw different things, but she wasn't lingering and there was no reason her altered perception should be of note in a group of strangers meeting only briefly as they passed in the street. Regardless, only Tor saw her as herself for now, and it helped keep her anonymous as she left Lazarus' bar, helped keep the connections between them minimised.
"Kristoff runs a drug house around this area. If he's not there himself, someone should know his whereabouts." She didn't know if he lived there or not, but the house sold mostly harmless, low-level stuff, focusing on poor Humans and Shifters needing a cheap fix.
"His mark is a black bear, if that helps." And that was about all Xaviere knew of him, so Tor would have to figure the rest out herself. Dealers often left their marks scattered around the streets to point customers to their door - on window eaves, on corner bricks, painted on the ground of alleys. Xaviere knew the marks of most of Lazarus' contacts, but she didn't recall seeing Kristoff's bear any time recently.
"How do you think you're going to approach this? They're not a big outfit, maybe seven or eight guys total. And they're not all likely to be with Kristoff when we find him, although a couple might be."
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Post by Torrey on Oct 23, 2017 5:11:56 GMT
Torrey nodded at the information Xave gave her. It helped narrow her search down a little bit, and gave her a good idea on what to look for. Her attitude had done a complete one eighty from when she’d been in the private lounge with Xave and Laz. In fact, she was more predatory now, closer to how she was prior to meeting Xave when she ran into her target. Her features were set with a firm, neutral expression with a slight furrow in her brow, just enough to give her eyes a more intimidating look. Torrey’s wings were firm against her back, but just tense enough to burst out to their full length at a moment’s notice. Even her stride was a little different, more calculated and authoritative.
Instead of paying as much attention to people, she started looking for these symbols that the fae mentioned. They were probably just obvious enough to someone looking for the gang, but not obvious enough for the common riff raff. Though her pace had slowed, the daemon was following a sort of invisible trail that lead further from the main streets to the back alley where the more public eye was out of reach. The aura of the area changed, and from experience the daemon was sure they were getting closer just from the vibe she was getting from the small clusters of people, as well as the sheer number of more homeless, urchins, and sick people that were sitting off on the side.
Xave’s question brought the corner of the daemon’s mouth up to a slight smile. “Well, you can be sure it won’t be as elegant as you’d probably be. Not good at that sort of stuff myself. I like to make a show, draw attention to myself with these sort of things. Challenge the other person’s authority, piss ‘em off. Put them on the spot, that sort of thing. Maybe I’ll do something sort of cliché by bursting in, saying something along the lines of, ‘Lazarus wants his taxes, Kristoff’ and then go from there.” She was only partially joking. Torrey wasn’t too worried about tiny gangs with a few members. She’d dealt with groups of people at once before, and though that meant she had to be a little more careful, there wasn’t much to worry about.
Out of the corner of her eye, Torrey caught one of the bear symbols. It was subtle, but etched into the corner of a brick house with an arrow pointing in the direction they wanted. “Bingo. Should be easy enough to find now. Just gotta follow the arrows. Thanks for the tip.”
She wasn’t quite done talking about her plan, however. “Or, ya know. I could go in and just proclaim how I don’t have time for bullshit since I want to get laid, throw him around a bit and tell him to get Lazarus’ coin by the time he mentioned.” Torrey shrugged, but she allowed her composure to break to give a full smile at the amusing thought. “Basically, I’m going to wing it.” Then she frowned. “Pun not intentional.”
A few more turns here and there and they were nearly there. At one point, Torrey could not find an another symbol and had to search for a good few minutes to find it. It was worn and hidden behind a crate, but after that the trail was easy to follow again.
There was a point, however, when Torrey noticed that they were being followed. She didn’t think much of it, but was very aware of it. Every time they turned a corner, she noticed the same female silhouette every time. No doubt Xave had noticed it too, but Torrey made no move to turn around to look. Chances were, the person worked for Kristoff and was aware that they were looking for the man. For all she knew though, they were dealers.
It didn’t take long for the woman to get the balls to approach them, Torrey noted. There was a small, dark little hovel hidden off to their right. There was a guard posted in front, and a strong odor as well. It was hard to tell, but it seemed like there was a bear symbol just on the door itself, faint but present. Before she could even approach though, Torrey felt a hand on her back and she immediately spun around with a fake look of surprise.
“You two looking for some goods?”
The daemon scowled. “Yeah, but I ain’t ever bought from you before.”
“I can show you what I’ve got.”
“Naw. I want to make sure I’m getting some genuine product. Gelsby in particular. But I want to talk to your boss first before I get anything. Not paying for shit until I know it’s good stuff.”
It was all an act of course. It seemed like the easiest way to ensure where Kristoff would be, though that was if the woman took them to the right man. If not, well, then Torrey would just have to improvise.
The woman eyed her warily, then looked over to Xave, and back to Torrey. “Kristoff don’t like talking to strangers. I’ll take you to where he is, but I can’t promise he’ll talk to you face to face.”
The daemon looked over at Xave and gave a shrug. “Suppose that’s good enough. Just don’t want to get some shitty product is all.”
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Post by Xaviere on Nov 10, 2017 21:34:48 GMT
Xaviere had worked with Daemons now and then over the course of her time with Lazarus. By far, Humans and Shifters made up the bulk of his world, his contacts - he was a Shifter himself, and Humans were more straightforward to work with. Fae contacts were exceedingly rare, given most would never deign to spend as much time away from their precious Forest as Xaviere did...and Daemons were tricky. He liked their efficiency, their hypnotic beauty, their natural predatory skills. He didn't like how fickle they were, how temperamental and unpredictable. Everyone knew you were playing with fire when it came to the Daemons, and it sometimes added more unknown variables than Lazarus preferred. He gave them a chance, though, when the opportunity arose - and sometimes, if they exhibited enough self-control (not traditionally a strong Daemon trait), it paid off.
The Fairy trailed curiously behind Tor for this reason, observing her. Noting her focus, her concentration. She would not be intervening if Tor got carried away - Kristoff wasn't important enough - but she would be influential in advising Lazarus on whether to hire Tor again. Xaviere had a good feeling about this one, though. Within the proper channels, targeted to her skill set, she could do quite well taking casual contracts for the King of Thieves.
"Laz doesn't need elegance for this one. He needs brute force. Your plan sounds like a good one." Xaviere, in fact, was released on jobs only carefully, with diplomatic care. Lazarus considered her a weapon kept effective by thoughtful deployment.
Xaviere was intrigued by the idea of winging it. This is why she'd offered to go along - she liked Tor, for one thing, but she also worked so very differently to this. Planning, subterfuge, precision - the idea of making it up as she went along was alien, but a little thrilling too. She continued to follow Tor towards Kristoff's drug house, and when the woman they were stalking finally confronted them, Xaviere kept her mouth shut and let Tor do the talking, idly wondering what she looked like as a drug-addled street rat - which she assumed she looked like to the woman right now. Xaviere nodded her agreement to be taking to Kristoff; this job was working out just as smoothly as she'd hoped, so far.
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Post by Torrey on Nov 12, 2017 22:09:31 GMT
Torrey followed the woman with little haste, content to take her time in the matter. She didn’t want to appear too much in a hurry, nor too relaxed. It wasn’t much of an act for her to act somewhat skeptical though, by turning her head and taking in every detail of where they were headed. Though she was very confident in her abilities, Torrey wasn’t stupid. She had no flight capabilities, and therefore had to rely on escaping on foot if the need every arose. Did she think that situation would happen? Not at all, but it was still better to be precautious and not too cocky.
The woman was silent the entire time, and every now and then Torrey would send a look over to Xave before watching the woman’s back. After a short walk, they approached a run-down little place that was no bigger than an over glorified shack made of bricks. The door was made of wood, old and rotten. There was a small crowd of people all handing around outside, and there was noise of more people coming from inside.
“Stay here while I go talk to him. Try anything and these guys will stop both of ya’ll. So watch yourselves.” The woman nodded at the three men standing outside and headed in, the door creaking awfully as it closed behind her.
It took a lot of self control for the daemon to not scoff at the comment. Regardless of being outnumbered, Torrey was willing to bet she and Xave could easily take out the three guarding the door alone. But she continued to act oblivious.
A few minutes went past, and by the time the woman returned Torrey had her arms crossed and was playfully swinging one of her legs just above the dirty ground. Thank goodness for her scaled feet, because it was disgusting.
The woman did not come out by herself, though. Behind her was a tall man who just had a disgusting aura of narcissism, confidence, and brutality. Just by the way the other three men around the door acted, she was sure the guy was Kristoff. He was squarely jawed with broad shoulders and a shaved head. His face was covered with scars, and quite frankly he was butt ass ugly.
“What can I get you ladies? Tammith said something that you wanna get shit through me instead of her?”
Torrey nodded. “Yeah. But I want the real stuff. Are you this Kristoff dude she talked about? Thought you don’t talk to strangers often.”
He scowled at her, obviously not happy she spoke suspiciously of him, but he just shrugged, eyes shifting from Torrey to Xave. “I do what I want. And I couldn’t leave two ladies out waiting, not when they got coin for me.” Kristoff took a step towards Xave, seeing a different person rather than how she actually looked. “And I’ll even throw in a bonus if the you let me have some fun with your friend.”
Rolling her eyes and annoyed that the guy was acting like Xave was not able to speak for herself, the daemoness was sure this was the guy. The amount of bravado he had was ridiculous, and yet from the way the woman that fetched him and the men around him acted, he had some form of authority. If he wasn’t the actual Kristoff…well, then, Torrey would improvise.
“Yeah that’s a great idea. It’d be really funny to watch her cut your dick off.”
"Wha- GAH." The man’s face seemed shock for a moment and he turned on Torrey, but just as he did she grabbed a fist full of his clothing on his chest and shoved him hard against the brick wall, dust from the roof gently falling down from the impact. Kristoff momentarily lost his breath at the sheer force, and the three other men, and the women, started to reach for their weapons before the daemon’s eyes shot over to them.
Her entire daemanor was gone. Torrey was more an animal now than anything else, and it was so apparent in her stature and facial expression. She raised a snarl, fangs extended, at the four that were moving towards her and they briefly hesitated. Torrey didn’t give them a chance to move towards her again before she spoke. “You’d do well to stay put, little doggies. Lazarus only has some business with your boss, not you. So stay out of it.”
At the mention of the notorious gang leader’s names, the four had shocked expressions. They took a step back and looked at their own leader, Kristoff, before slowly backing away from her.
Torrey’s head snapped back to looking up at Kristoff, who was so livid it was hilarious. She was grinning wildly, dangerously. “Looks like you need better men to work for you. Not very loyal, eh?” Torrey used her strength to throw the larger man off to the floor, just at Xave’s feet. He began to get up, quickly grabbing a knife from his pocket, but again the daemon gave him no time.
Kristoff was lying on his stomach, and before he could turn over, the daemon placed one of her bird-like feet in between his shoulder blades, using a mix of pain and force to keep him down. She let her talons sink into his skin just enough to puncture muscle, but not enough to cause any real damage. It was painful, she could tell by his twisted expressions and held-back yelps, but that was the point.
She leaned down, hands on her hips, so that he could hear her clearly. “I’m sure you know why I’m here now, aye bub?”
“Fuck you, stupid cunt!”
She frowned and took her talons off of him, leaning down to forcibly turn him over. Again, she put her foot on him, but with much more force and puncture fairly deep into his skin, just above his sternum. Her talons were digging in enough to hit the bone, and his breath caught from the sheer agony. Blood was staining his light blue shirt, but there was very little chance of him actually dying from losing a small bit of blood.
Now, smiling again, Torrey cocked her head. “What was that? You’re going to get your shit together AND give the money you owe Lazarus? That sounds like a good place.” A little more pressure was put onto his sternum, an a yelp came out from him, as well as an attempted buck to get away from her.
“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Please speak up.”
She released some of the pressure so that the pain would not prevent him from talking, and he managed a choked, ‘Yes, yes! I’ll do it.’ With the confirmation, she took her foot off and straddled the guy, leaning closed to his face. She trailed her extended claws against his cheek. “Good, good. You’ll go get the money now. Behave yourself, or I’ll be back.” As Torrey winked, she slashed three of her talons along his cheek, shredding the meat there just enough to leave a nasty, jagged scar before getting up and brushing herself off.
Kristoff, thoroughly terrified, nodded at her. “L…Let me go get it.” He turned his back to her and headed back inside. If he came out with anyone to try and overcome her, Torrey would kill all of them but Kristoff, but something reassured her that he’d come back alone.
Grinning like a child that just got a treat, she walked over to Xave and rested her elbow on the fae, leaning against her. “Well that was easy and fun. I’m sure his buddies told the others to stay the hell out of this too, so I doubt anyone will try to help him get out of this a different way.”
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