Arsine

Bael | [Word Count: 7863/5 = 1572.6] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1573 EXP Arsine | [Word Count: 7863/5 = 1572.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3145 EXP

Vitalis... The man was sweet, albeit a little awkward - and he was a fine time - but it was not meant to be. His eyes were fixated on another and Arsine was many, many things, and as selfish as she was, she would not get in the way of another desires. Such a thing would go against her entire code. What the man would do, was no longer her concern. Arsine told the man he could seek her out if his evening went south. Being a second choice was no issue for the woman. She placed herself firmly back at the bar; knowing full well she could drink all she wanted - an incomplete quest meant th

"Challenge?" Arsine asked, a tilt of her head, a mock pout - a hand traced the ring of teeth she left on his neck, red and raw. "You flatter me, Bael...but I see no need to hesitate." Her hand traced the flesh of his neck, then his jawline. "Is simply carnal desire. What makes us human." Her hand looped around his neck, drawing him closer - words low, beguiling. Arsine was done tip-toeing around what could be - didn't care about what should be. The only thing that mattered was the here and now. She felt the building heat between them, not from the bubbling waters or rising steams - it was some

He played coy, with his words, his actions - Arsine lowered her hand, sneaking it under the fabric of his shirt, fingers splayed and exploring the heat of his skin - admiring how it seemed to twitch at the slightest touch she gave him. His fingers danced upon her other wrist, toying with her, tracing it down her forearm, slow, deliberate. For a man who claimed he did not indulge, he clearly seemed to know what he was doing. "But you're wrong, Arsine. This place gets to everyone, eventually." “Not Me. Not yet.” She quipped back, he was inviting her, so Arsine was all too wi

“It seems both our whims have trapped us here then, no?” Arsine asked softly, he was closer now, her vision blurred from the steam permeating from the water, coiling around the two of them -as if the very hot springs themselves were egging the two on. Arsine had no qualms with this. This was her forte. "And I don't want others to really see my face." "Then what of I? Who have seen your face, Bael?” Arsine aske with a teasing grin, dipping her head to the side, lips almost touching his skin, not quite, but she could note the slight twitch. Fear? Anticipation? It was exciting to her, t

Arsine covered her mouth, hiding a smirk as he asked what the little name she had given him meant. “Lisichka… meaning little fox. Cannot call you Bael, Nor sleeping beast, you are cautious. Like a fox.” He had practically hit the nail on the head, Arsine couldn’t help but be a little bit impressed by it. “Usually yes. Is used as a what you could call a pet name.” It was all she was able to say before he was thrown off balance, falling into the hot springs with a heavy splash. Arsine stared in genuine shock - mouth slightly agape. She truly hadn’t expected to catch him off guard like that

"Does it matter?" Arsine shook her head. "Of course it matters." She waved her hand dismissing the words. "Name is important. All jokes aside - is important you be called what you want to be called. Be it Bael. Beast. Lisichka. Is your choice." Arsine leaned into him, enough to nudge his shoulder. "Would think you a man who dictates what that want is. No?" The man grew quiet when she admitted how she felt about the world. It made Arsine assume he had lost something, or someone close to him. That he didn't believe people woke up on the other side. Meaning... He really put all those names o

Arsine couldn't help but laugh softly at his response. "Maybe. But I would not be the only one needing to wash myself. That alone would be a victory to me." She was beginning to feel a little light headed so lifted herself up and out of the hot springs, immediately donning a towel to wrap around her torso. Arsine allowed her legs to stay in the water, kicking them back and forth slowly. She enjoyed the contrast, the cool wind against damp skin, the heated water below. "If not Beast. If not Bael. Then what would I call you?" Arsine asked. She shifted her gaze back to him - he was close.

"Voyeurism." Came Arsine's amused reply, she slowly cupped her hands and picked up some water, letting it fall over her head. "Just an observation, Bael." Again with the small shot at the man, an amused tone. Maybe this is why she didn't flee. Even has he moved further away Arsine couldn't help but shift closer. Toes barely touching the bottom of the spring as she closed the gap between them. She was right in front of him. Perched right in front of his bent knee, she could practically pull him in if she so chose, and the temptation was there. He still smelt like wet grass. He was looking

Arsine found the man odd. He seemed almost insatiable in the way he approached those other players, a small part of her told her to leave. There was something clearly wrong with this man, he was not safe. He killed, she had been witness to several of them. So then, why did she stay? “Why observe me?” Arsine chanced to ask. She opened her eyes and watched him walk the outside of the small spring, she had to turn her body round to keep him in her sights. “It goes off at night.” She said, hints of amusement in her tone as she lifted a hand to brush her hair back. Her soft green eyes regarded

"If you want peek, will cost you." Arsine muttered as she heard heavy footsteps approach. "Must warn, have modesty filter on, still more than you deserve to see." Arsine made it a habit it turn it on and off during the day and evenings, and it seemed to have been a good call. Not the first time someone tried to take a peek at her - and then yesterday at the docks with the mimic. Her odd habit saving her much grace in those times. Then, she heard that low growl of a voice. "Ah." Still not moving, she acknowledged who he has. "May need a different name for you. Not sleeping beast." Arsine

“Did not want such things…” She mumbled to herself, trying to wipe the slime off her body, memories of the mimic and how it felt still clear in her mind. Disgusting… She hadn’t expected a creature to spawn in the confines of the safe zone. Again, the mans words ran out in her ears, Complacent. Right…The rules of the game could realistically change any time. Arsine knew that, it's why she was so indulgent. She had attempted to message a number of people, consorts for the evening to aid her - but when they found out she had an orange cursor - they had all told her they were not interested t

Post Action: Return Letter to Dorian When you return and hand the stinking letter over to Mayor Dorian, he eyes it dubiously before opening it. "Well, yes," he stammers, "I suppose that's a fair trade. Truth be told, I don't quite remember how much we loaned him, anyway." Delicately, with two fingers, Dorian sets the parchment aside. "Uh, alright, that's all, then. Thank you for your help. If you ever need anything in this town, do not hesitate to drop my name. I'm sure that's far more valuable than any monetary reward I could offer you, anyway." Arsine trudged through the cit

Post Action | [x14] AOE-II (14 + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) EN) ID: 256986 | 4 + 2 = 6, | Hit vs. Mimic Dealing 126 Damage" The mimics tongue slowly slid up her leg, leaving trails of saliva behind it. “Eeurgh!” Arsine tried to push herself back up off the ground but the mimic had other plans, an arm of thin bone came out of its maw, flesh taught and purple, almost like it had been mummified. Its hand slammed down against her neck, pinning her to the boardwalk. The woman let out a small gasp, dots dancing in front of her eyes. Was this how she was going to go? A simple beginner que

"Post Action | [x11] AOE-I (11 + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) EN) ID: 256985 | 4 + 2 = 6 | Hit vs. Mimic Dealing 99 Damage MOB: 2 MISS! The woman kicked the mimic, booting it off of the boat then she ran on the plank connecting it to the dock and turned to face it. Just a creature. It was just like the boars. Although this one seemed much stronger. Her claws flashed as the woman activated a Sword Art - something she hadn’t done previously - and charged, ducking under a swaying tongue. Its tongue, which was at least three times the size of the tiny little chest -managed to loop aro