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p. Claire

POSTED: Mon Jul 11, 2016 4:11 am

At Claire's house in the Ruins, midmorning-ish! (+500)

Walking through the wood of this kingdom felt much different than walking through the wood of the unclaimed wilds.

Bayani had a frustratingly fragile paranoia that some strange being was going to melt from around the shadow of every tree, or that an unusually misplaced trap would seek to snap and bleed his ankle. As he strode, with an odd silence and determined calculation, the Grimm suppressed these fears. If he were to ascend above the lowly slot of Associate, and even think of becoming a trusted resident within this realm, he would have to memorize each trunk and leaf of foliage within the teeth-littered scent line. And he would have to become the subtly, silently intimidating, and not the other. But, as he occasionally stopped in fear of passing or missing the sights of the Ruins due to his unfamiliarity with them, Bayani recognized he had a very, very tall ladder to climb. With a sharp sigh and stray thought of his sister's current whereabouts and well-being, he stepped suddenly from the line of trees to witness the harsh edge of old buildings crumbling dotted the landscape, far and few and in between. The mottled Grimm paused with brief appreciation, oddly allured by the image of homes concealed and distant from one another, before continuing his delve deeper into the heart of the Family's residency. He passed many strange structures, and even the shadow of a body or two dabbling throughout whatever daily duties a Salsolan may attend to, on his journey to his siren's dwelling. Eventually, however, the doggish man found himself on the grungy, tattered steps leading to Claire's home. Something odd and unwelcome struck him at the sight; when he had lay the woman beneath him that night so many weeks ago, he had expected that with morning light to never set eyes upon her or her secrets again. And yet, he stood on her doorstep. It felt unnatural and far from right, but the Grimm was not one to dwell on it past a fleeting worry. Their relationship was now one of sponsor and ward, and that- he reminded himself- was the reason for his presence where he otherwise would have chosen to avoid. Bayani rolled a dark shirtsleeve to his elbow and rapped on the door thrice.

It swung open nearly immediately, and the Associate had to refrain from taking a startled step backwards at the sudden wall of a man that stood before him. He recognized the Luperci's form; tall, and hulking, yet faint and in the background that rainy afternoon days prior. He did not understand the man's relationship with Claire, but he suspected some kind of inferior- a servant or butler or bodyguard. Bayani's height, gratefully, gifted him with equal sights in the stranger, but the slave's form was apparently endlessly more intimidatingly muscular than his own. The mottled wolfdog did not bat an eye, instead fixing his mismatched gaze on the unfamiliar's. "I was summoned by Claire?" He inquired, and waited. The man did not respond. Bayani could only blink and cross his arms, unsure how to continue with a wall of flesh between him and the house's interior.

Bayani Grimm
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Ann
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POSTED: Mon Aug 01, 2016 11:41 am

Rayder didn't step aside, he didn't speak, and his expression was unreadable beyond his too orange eyes.

Claire had heard the door but did nothing more than lift her eyes towards the foyer and Rayder's turned back. Fur scented with lilac and gooseberry anew she dried her dark hair with a towel clothed in nothing save a satin robe of a rich lavender hue. The tub beside her sent up wisps of fragranced steam and she sat on it's edge draping the towel over a bar on the wall. Gemstones sparkled on her open palm and she took her time fastening the topaz studs into her dark ears then threaded through matching teardrops. Setting her hands in her lap she breathed in the perfumed air and gave a contented sigh then (partially) dressed she finally rose to greet her guest.

She left the small bathroom in no great hurry. "Rayder doesn't speak," Claire addressed him at last, sauntering towards the kitchen. She poured hot tea into two wooden cups before she dismissed the russet mongrel with a wave of her hand. "Do come inside" she called, motioning for Bayani to enter. She gestured briefly to the living room and for him to take a seat.

She joined him in the living room bearing a wooden tray, placing one steaming cup in front of him and the other before the couch which she then lounged on once she'd set the tray down.

"You found the house without too much trouble, I trust?" She took a sip from her cup and held it in her lap.

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Syringa D'Angelo
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Stormie
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POSTED: Sat Sep 03, 2016 12:09 am

Um this is later and even more sucky im sorry (+300)

Bayani was much too stubborn to give any ground to the strange man and his large silence and so instead stood tall and firm before him, despite the stranger's obvious advantage of size. Mismatched mosaic of blue and brown eyes fixed on Rayder's own unnerving sights, unflinching except to glance into the seemingly empty house behind the slave's shoulder. "Wrong house, I suppose." Here came the mumble, and just as the collie mix considered vanishing back into the Ruin's matrix to search for a wandering Claire, he heard her voice from the structure's interior. Rayder moved so simply with just a gesture of her wrist, and Bayani obeyed just as quickly, glad to enter instead of loitering on the porch step, uncertain. He was swift and subtle to examine the curvature with which she stood and the lavender which held to her form, but it was mostly an assessment and less of a desire. Bayani had known since stepping foot into the Thistle Kingdom that he would not be chasing Claire de Valence. It would not bode well, of this he was aware.

The fact that Rayder did not speak made more sense to the man, and he glanced back towards the silent prowess of the slave and where he stood, analyzing before moving to sit on the couch, leaning to rest an elbow on the arm rest and his head in a slender-fingered hand, casual and unconcerned in position but rather uncertain in mind. "If you don't mind my asking," he began, as Claire moved into the room, "what is his significance to you? Bodyguard?" Bayani had seen several of similar-like beings since his first days within Salsola, and while he suspected their purpose, the mottled blue male assumed it would be beneficial to know the proper term. "Yes, without trouble." He mused, low, and leaned to grasp the warm cup between his hands, content to let it cool under his fingers. "Why the summon, Arbiter Claire?" He lifted the arch of a brow in his question, humorously implying she had called him for a personal will, though the Grimm was certain this was not the case. His siren was not the type to become attached with ease.

Bayani Grimm
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Ann
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POSTED: Sat Sep 10, 2016 9:47 am

# words. | ooc The word "suck" does not compute <3

Her topaz eyes glinted in the dim light of her cabin watching him openly and obviously. He's so very tall, she thought to herself with pleasure. She'd remembered him to be so but their meeting being as it was, in the moon-bathed dark and the second in the rain-soaked damp seeing him made all the difference. And yet, even now, she wanted more to experience him- his long limbs strengthened by a harsh, solitary life- his eyes dual toned and cunning. He was right to think her unattached, and this she was. Her mind, her heart did not sing for him, but the body was a different thing; and she a she-wolf unmated, hungered.

He was so alluring this man, this dog. She witnessed the way he sat. He appeared nonchalant and wholly unconcerned by how precarious his situation truly was; and this was the reason she'd brought him here, to remind him.

She lounged cat-like on her grass-stuffed couch barely dressed yet entirely comfortable. The collar of her shining violet robe had come open partially, hinting at her modest yet shapely bust. "He is my slave," she corrected coolly and said little more. One day she would teach him all he needed to know about Salsola's livestock as for now there were far more important lessons for him to learn.

She hummed pleased to hear that her directions had been thorough and that he had arrived without trouble. The innuendo which followed elicited no more than a grin. She was tempted to reply in kind, however there was work to be done.

"That depends," she mused enigmatically. "Are you content, Associate? Tell me, how is life at the bottom of the ladder." She smiled knowingly, flashing a smile that was full of teeth.

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Syringa D'Angelo
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POSTED: Mon Sep 12, 2016 11:49 pm

(+300)

Claire was alluring, but Bayani could not help but liken her to a viper concealed by something lovely. Her figure, he could admit quite superficially, was any man's intimate desire. Her movements suggestive and frustrating, she was distracting. But even upon their first encounter, the dog had known that she was dangerous- quietly powerful. And as much as he may imagine the attractive heat of their kiss or his hand on her waist, he did not long to become tangled in her web that expanded past her body. Bayani realized that it spread far, bejeweled with poisonous hidden text. And he sensed that Claire knew this, perhaps understood it. Their eye contact could have been electric, but together they made it reserved because they were both intelligent beings that wanted no mess. Despite all of this, it did not cease the Grimm's eyes from slipping briefly to the fold of her robe's collar, low. Bayani took a tentative sip of his cup, collie-tall ears flicking at sensitivity to the silence.

The siren eventually replied, her answer blunt and informative, as he had hoped. The blue-mottled man looked to Rayder, who seemed to meet his gaze unflinchingly. The Associate looked away first.Slave was certainly not the term he expected, but Bayani supposed it made sense. The prudent background he had been reared from urged him to be disgusted, but he very simply could not. Indifference, inexplicably, was all that he could feel. "Ah." Came the sigh. The blue-eyed Arbiter hummed at him, her response vague and urging him to wonder. But wonder he did not, for he would not fall prey to her silver tongue. He readjusted his black and blue-dappled fingers around the cup, a click of nails against the surface his only fidget. "The bottom of the ladder is boring and tiresome." He supplied, as equally blunt and tactless. Perhaps it was dangerous and ballsy to say, but no thief could succeed without risk. He watched her with cool brown and blue eyes, thick collie tail flicking against the cushions of the couch.

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Ann
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POSTED: Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:15 pm

# words. | ooc I am the one who sucks, hope school is going okay for you!

She watched him intently and was still as she did so, almost perfectly, like a cat observing a mouse before it pounced. His eyes lingered but his brow read conflict. He was good at disguising it and an untrained eye would have fallen for his efforts. Not Syringa, she focused on the little things.

She was very curious what he thought of Rayder, but by his reaction he thought little, perhaps nothing at all. Looking at him, it made sense. He was, perhaps more intimidating than the rest of the slaves- larger and imposing- but he obeyed. And he was always on his toes, watching through brief unobtrusive glances for any sigh or signal from his mistress. He saw to her needs swiftly and without question, it mattered little that he couldn't speak to question. Perhaps, that was what made him so valuable. He could not whisper or bring scandal to her name.

Claire allowed the moments of silence to pass, not even faintly perturbed. Not a hair twitched on her pelt and nothing in her posture suggested anything other than comfort. She returned her cup to the table. "Mm." She made an agreeable sound. "There is no reward for mediocrity, and less so here." She sat back. "Let's get to work."

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Stormie
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POSTED: Fri Oct 21, 2016 11:40 pm

(+300) this has the oldest crust, we can probably fade to black unless you wanted to continue?

Thieves were destined for death were they not observant, a fact that Bayani had learned very quickly since the death of his guardian parents and his thrust into a turbulent near-solitary journey. Fail to catch the details, and you miss the simple sidestep it may take to silently pluck a meal from the distracted. Become interested in what is petty before what is necessary and your potential wealth declines. Miss the slight quiver in the eyes of a beholder, and you are suddenly struck down by the delicately powerful claws of an adversary. So no, he was not oblivious to Claire, or Claire' slave, or Claire's abode. Each blue and brown eye flickered with deft gleam to absorb every detail. He understood exactly her thoughts, fixed not beyond his body just as his were upon her's. He knew his situation, but understanding did not diminish his arrogant spark to rise beyond the lowly.

His words fell to the softness of the silence, and little to his surprise the siren did not respond. His mosiac of eyes were immobile against the crystal-cold of her own, and the only disturbance in the scene was the fragile dance of steam that ascended from the cup clasped in his dark hands. Finally, the mistress' own tea made a movement, but this one was with a definitive sound of being set upon the table. The dog's collie ears flickered at the tap in the same moment his eyes relayed curiosity at what, exactly, it was that she implied. After his own voluntary lapse of soundlessness, the Associate followed suit and placed his cup across from the Arbiter's, choosing to sit forward- into her lean away. One dark sleeve of his rolled button-up slid from his elbow to his forearm. "You wouldn't mind explaining to me exactly what the work is, Arbiter?" He chose to inquire, voice low.

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Ann
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