Turning Tricks|Malagard | Khelek

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Miraya walked down the street of the central city of Khelek, huddling deep inside her cloak, cursing silently to herself for ever being talked into coming to this cursed place. Blast the cold, blast the icy wind. She wasn't used to this kind of chill and she dearly hoped that she wasn't going to be here long enough to become used to it.

Clutching inside her cloak, she kept hidden, from the weather as much as from un-wanted eyes, a folder in which contained notes that she had taken since before coming here and after. The notes she had taken after arriving here weren't much, but what she had she didn't want any but herself and, she shivered, her partner to see.

Opening the door to a sturdy building, she went inside, greeted the Keeper, as she called him, and moved down the hall to her room. Once inside, she would feel safe enough, and almost warm enough, to remove her cloak.

"Hey, I'm back," she called out softly once she unlocked the door and entered. She stopped soon enough though and very nearly groaned. She had expected her partner to be here, yes, but what she didn't expect, and maybe should have, was to find her standing naked, or very nearly so, in front of the wardrobe, contemplating her choice of clothing.

"Oh," Loni said, looking up, and barely covering a grimace. "You're back far earlier then I expected." She put a slender hand on her slim waist, cocking her hips to one side. "I was just getting ready to go out."

"In that?" Miraya asked, pointedly, not even bothering to hide her disdain.

Loni rolled her eyes, "What? Are you kidding?" she asked, her voice mimicking Miraya's own soft alto. "I would ruin my perfect complexion!" turning, she rustled through the clothing. "No, Miraya. I intend to wear something...but, oh, what to wear..." she fussed.

The short woman shed her cloak and put it very neatly on the pin made for it and sat down, putting her folder on the desk. Pushing her dislike aside, she stated, "I haven't gotten much today, but there were some recent visitors about Lucifer's place."

Loni turned her head and then nodded. "I'd heard the same thing," pulling out a dress, she slipped it over her head and it molded itself to her body. Then, diving back into the wardrobe, she continued. "One of us should try to get closer."

"That would be your job," Miraya replied, dryly.

"I know," she said cheerfully, and came out of the wardrobe holding a fur-lined coat, which she started to put on and button. The coat was thick and snug, keeping her warm but hugging her curves surprisingly well. Below the coat's buttoned collar was a cutout section exposing an impressive amount of cleavage, ringed by the soft fur of the coat. The lower half of the coat hung like a skirt, slit the whole way up the right side like the dress she wore. She could, if she wanted, expose her right leg all the way to the hip and reach the Storm sign there, but otherwise the heavy fabric would stay put to keep her warm.

Miraya sighed and waved her hand. "I hope you don't get cold."

Waving the comment off, Loni opened the door and closed it behind her, before gliding down the hall and out of the building. With just some luck, which she always seemed to have, she would find someone worth bedding this night. Hopefully, with some more luck, the person would actually be good looking. She couldn't expect it all the time, but one could always hope.

[Darastrix]

Schuldig trudged down the street, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. The Mind was going out of his, well, mind. He'd come to the conclusion that the boredom in Khelek was about as bad as the excitement in Morilanta. He might have quit the place already, but Crawford seemed to be waiting on something to happen, and his curiosity, as always, had the better of him. Plus, Nagi, damn loyal kid that he was, wouldn't leave or even stand up for himself where Crawford and Lucifer were concerned. Someone had to look out for him.

Schuldig had quickly tired of messing with the heads of the palace residents, and Crawford had strongly suggested that a high turnover rate might bring unwanted attention to them. So here he was, looking for something or someone to do.

He leaned against the wall of some shop and cupped his hands, blowing to warm them as his sharp blue eyes scanned the nearby people for anyone that looked interesting.

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Loni muttered blandly and blew lightly on the tips of her fingers. She had been prospecting for near on an hour, or at the very least close to it.

She refused to shove her hands into the deep pockets of her coat, though she desperatly wanted to. Scanning the area again she thought she might have finally spotted a decent catch.

Putting on her most dazzling smile, she sauntered over and leaned against the wall near him, asking, "So why are you out here freezing?"

[Darastrix]

Schuldig looked the woman over, smirking as he took in her impractically cut attire.

Slut.

"I'm not the one with my chest hanging out of my coat," he commented in a slightly nasal voice as he absently adjusted the bright yellow cloth keeping his equally bright orange hair from falling into his eyes. As he spoke, he applied just enough telekinetic force to create the sensation of a fingertip lightly tracing the outline just inside the coat's cutout.

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One eyebrow raised, and that was all the indication she gave of having felt the unseen touch. Coughing delicately into a raised hand, Loni asked, "You don't like how I am dressed?"

[Darastrix]

Fishing for a complement, he thought, amused. Sometimes Schuldig could almost admire a woman's passive-agressiveness. Of course, some men were the same way, but he'd observed the tendency most often in the "fairer" sex.

"I was just saying it doesn't seem particularly wise for the weather." Grinning now, he pushed off the wall to turn and faced her fully. "But if you really want to know, I don't care about how you're dressed aside from the fact that it's got me wondering how you'd look undressed."

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"Oh," she said with a small smile. Remaining leaning against the wall, she brought one hand up and pulled the fabric by her breasts to the side, just a little and purposefully looked away. "I know what I look like undressed."

She laughed and pushed herself away from the wall. "On the other hand, what of yourself?" Leaning forward she laid the tip of one finger on his cheek.

[Darastrix]

"Well, if you insist," he said with a lazy grin as he slid his hands under his sleeves to rub at his forarms, as though chilled. "It's not often I meet such a bold woman. That boldness should be rewarded." Schuldig's eyes began to glow softly as he spoke. He answered Loni's question without words, filling her mind with memories that were not her own--memories of the redhead quite undressed and in seemingly impossible positions with men and women alike, sometimes both at the same time.

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Her eyes actually widened at this. It wasn't bad, no, not at all, but it was surprising to have images just rush into ones head. Beautiful and exotic images that she found herself smiling at everything that she was seeing.

"You," she started, her voice huskier then she thought it would be. "You like to be adventurous, don't you?"

[Darastrix]

"You have no idea," he replied, amusement plain in his eyes as the glow faded.

Without delving into the woman's mind, Schuldig hazarded a guess that Loni was fairly uninhibited, judging from that response. Good. He liked uninhibited. That kind of person was generally interesting enough without him having to put forth the effort to make it so. For a little while, anyway.

"And you. Looking for a bit of adventure, are you? I can take you places you've only ever dreamed of, girl." He smirked. "And then I'll touch you."

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She could only smile in anticipation. "That would be something," she murmured, her body thrilling already. She had never before slept with a Mind before and was deeply curious. Drawing him close to her, she, not so gently, bit his earlobe.

"That would be very interesting indeed, mister..." she trailed off, hoping that she would catch his name before too much happened. If not, it shouldn't be too hard to track down a flame-haired man in this city of ice.

[Darastrix]

"Call me Schuldig," he replied. It wasn't his real name, but it was what he went by those days. "And unless you want to be taken right here on the street, I suggest a change in location."

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She smiled and drew him down into a kiss, twining her fingers into his flame-colored hair. Pulling back, she said, "all right, then. Let us find a room somewhere."

[Darastrix]

"I know just the place." With that, the telepath set off for a certain inn that was known for its discretion. If you saw someone there you knew with someone other than their spouse, you pretended not to notice and hoped they would extend the same courtesy. Of course, Schuldig didn't care much about keeping his affairs private, but other people did, and would pay a good deal to keep them that way. He loved a good blackmailing.

The proprietor of the establishment handed Schuldig a key to one of the better-kept rooms and waved them on, recalling the redhead paying moments before. Schuldig took the key with a smirk and headed up the stairs.

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"Well known here, aren't you?" she asked as she followed him up and into the room, taking a look around.

It didn't bother her at all if he was. To her, a man was a man, ultimately. Just different looks and personalities, was all that seperated them. Putting her hands on her hips she turned to face Schuldig and smiled.