I Ent Ne Tumble!

Az is just minding her own business when Leo gets entirely the wrong idea about her

Old Rose Harbor is Anaxas' main trade port; it is also the nation's criminal headquarters, home to the Bad Brothers and Silas Hawke, King of the Underworld.
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Thu Nov 08, 2018 6:09 pm

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It didn't matter that they were close to the water, it was still incredibly hot, even at night. Sure, it wasn't Mugroba - the clue was that she didn't have sand in any uncomfortable places - but it was hot enough, especially if you were indoors. All the good places to be on a night like this were full of people and she didn't want to be stuck in a stuffy room with overheated, sweaty people. The spoke had tried but by the Circle, it was just too clocking hot with all those bodies around.

Still, the young woman wasn't quite ready to go home yet, not while her mother was likely to still be up, ready to gripe about this and that. The dry heat of the season played havoc with the woman's condition, her poor health going downhill when the heat stole the moisture from her very breath and her hacking coughs kept her from her rest. Nazia was irritable and bitter, ready to scream at her daughter for the smallest things and Aziza had no desire to go home to her and her questions and pointless rage. So instead, the Mug had decided to hang around Old Rose Harbour, on the denk while she waited for time to pass.

The witch bummed a cannabis spur from a Mugrobi that she knew, taking the time to flirt with him, keeping his interest until she'd gotten a light and could sashay away, certain that his eyes were firmly fixed on her as she departed. The idea that he might follow her, taking her forwardness for real interest, wasn't something that occurred to her. The Mug witch simply went through life doing as she wished but never meaning any harm. The effect she had on other people just never occurred to her. Her mother said that she paid less attention than a leaf carried along on Hulali's waters.

She found a low wall to perch herself on so she could enjoy her spur in peace, colourful skirt gathered up while her dark legs were left to dangle, one foot idly swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm, softly striking the wall behind it. She took a long drag, inhaling as much of the pungent smoke as she could before releasing her breath in a sigh of contentment. She took her time, the narcotic burning steadily and adding to her mellowness. Aziza smiled in a slightly dreamy way, hardly minding the heat or the sweat that slicked the back of her neck in spite of her putting her braids up into buns.

The young woman was friendly by nature but the drug wore down any remaining barriers, leaving her smiling at those few souls who passed by, her gaze lingering far longer than necessary on each one - intimate and inviting.

She was more than halfway through her spur when she slipped into a sharing mood. She glanced at her spur, realised that it wouldn't last much longer and then decided to call out to the next guy that came along.

"Junta, kov! D'ye want some o' this?" she called out, waving the cigarette in a lazy arc through the air, a lopsided grin on her face. "C'mere, dint be shy."
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Leander
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Fri Nov 09, 2018 7:39 am


On certain nights, Leander preferred to seek escape, not his preferred methods, but in that of company. Sometimes he searched for anything with sharp enough wits to keep up with him, though that was rare, truth be told, when the vast majority of people he met were uneducated, illiterate sobs who spoke of people rather than things. But isolation had consequences of their own and, though Leo would not consider himself to be a particularly physically demonstrative man, he had grown into the habit of seeking adult company. Preferably female adult company. To be specific female, adult company that was not opposed to the odd amorous and frisky, yet totally meaningless, liaison.

Tonight was not one such night. But when his solitary walk was interrupted by the heckle of a woman sat just left of his path, his pace slowed. Glancing her up and down, he decided that maybe his mind could be persuaded to fall in line with organs but lower down his body and he diverted his course to approach the female. Soliciting wasn’t common - well, Leo didn’t actually know whether it was common or not, but he had not experienced it until now. She probably cost far more than he could afford, looking at her, but she had been the one to call him over so maybe he would be lucky in getting lucky tonight.

Hello, darlin’” he greeted, passing over the words he hadn’t understood and focusing on the pat which he had, “Very kind of you to offer, but it looks like you’re enjoying it very well yourself. Would hate to deprive you of such a pleasure.” But he made food on the invitation to join her, and sat on the low wall beside her. “Name’s Leo,” he introduced himself, choosing the diminutive form - much easier for her to remember and scream later on.

The passive did not accept her offer of a drag, though. Sometimes he liked to mix his nights with drinks, drugs, gambling, and women (or men - he wasn’t picky). But tonight wasn’t one such night. Drugs were a relatively new ares of exploration for him and the burning plant was not something he had tried before. With no way to know what id did, or how it would affect him, he preferred to avoid it when there was the promise of a much more satisfying end to the evening inside something that looked so much warmer than the embers burning brightly with each drag the woman took.

There was a lazy way about how the woman held herself. Leander wondered if that was he natural - well, acted - way of pulling in her punters, or if it was the drug playing its part. Either way, she had been the one to call him over, so he did not need to concern himself with why she presented herself the way she did. She wanted what he found himself wanting, and that was enough for him. “Is that something which could be made better with a drink?” Leo asked, nodding towards eat remaining spur, almost down to its butt now.
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Mon Nov 12, 2018 6:39 pm

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The wick took another puff of her spur, considering the man closely as her lips pursed in a pout at his refusal. She shrugged, blowing the smoke out as if to say, "Suit yourself." This stuff was pretty fair but if he didn't want any then he only had himself to blame for missing out.

"If ye change yer mind... well, best be quick, ent ye?" she pointed out with a laugh, white teeth flashing. "It's fair benny, 'specially since I dint buy it meself."

She shuffled a little away from him to give him more room, even though he was only a slight thing compared to her. Still, the woman was aware that there was a fair bit of meat on her bones and she didn't want all of it squashed up against him; he might take fright.

"Aziza. Tha's me," she shot back, a more exotic accent colouring the syllables of her name, richer than the way she spoke Tek. There was also a slowness to her speech now, a slight slur that made her drawl. She was making an effort not to pepper her speech with too much Tek though, his manner of speech a tad too proper to be anything less than pure Estuan. He probably didn't understand the pidgin but whether she could stick to her thoughtful endeavour...

She smiled lazily, waving the wrapped cannabis near his face despite his refusal as if to tempt him. Part of her drug-addled mind wondered why he'd come to sit with her if it wasn't for the drugs; most of it didn't care about the why of the matter. The Mugrobi always flourished best in company, seeking out others in the same way that plants sought the sun.

She smoked more, well aware that the plant was fast disappearing, the burn not far from her fingertips now as she settled herself a little nearer to him, reaching up to try to use his shoulder as an armrest. The nearness of a stranger didn't bother her and the thought of frightening him off had now evaporated from her mind. She scrutinised him, one eye closing while the other caught him in a squint as she released more fragrant smoke into the air between him.

"Oh oes, a drink'd hit th'spot, alrigh'? Ye off'rin'? 'Cos I'd be mucha 'bliged," she almost purred, the eagerness in her voice unmistakeable as both eyes focused on him once more, heavily hooded. "Are ye off'rin' t'buy me one? I'd like tha'," the witch added as she recalled that she was meant to be speaking more clearly than normal. She didn't care about the why. Could be that he was returning her offer, could be that he wanted company or was after more. The Mugrobi didn't really mind; she was always amenable.

The burn at the insides of her fingers made her look around, cursing the spur in Tek as she brought it to her mouth, shifting her grip once it was between her lips so she could take one more drag before dropping it, sucking at her fingers. She moved her foot to grind the spur out under her heel and slid off her perch, clutching at Leo with her nearest remaining hand to arrest her descent, the others still occupied in her mouth. She freed up her other hand, reaching back to regain her purchase as she giggled.

"If ye meant for th' drink ta go wi' th'spur, yer a bit late," Aziza explained with another laugh. "We're still gonna get it, oes- I mean, yes? C'mon."

She'd get herself standing again with or without his help, using a hand to brush vigorously at the back of her skirt to free it of dust and dirt from her former seat.

"Where to, hama?"
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Fri Feb 01, 2019 3:56 pm


Ah, if not your own, then how can you know for sure what it is?” Leander’s tone was almost chastising, as if reprimanding a small child who had acted without thinking. The young passive was always on the search of something to being more [any] colour into his life, but for all his recklessness, he would never take something if it didn’t come from a reputable source. He’s seen the results of people taking their thrill seeking too far, losing not just themselves, but everything else in their lives.

Either way, she seemed to be handling whatever it was, in control enough for her voice to have her intended effect. The way she said her name was like the warm promise of the sun’s rays in the morning, or of starlight’s twinkle as they guide too lovers towards each other. Yet there was a slurring quality too, enough for Leo to think this would be an easy conquest. She seemed to want it as much as him. When re-offered the cannabis, he merely shook his head, smiling as if the lessen the blow his refusal: he was only refusing that, but everything else was still on the table.

Aziza, a beautiful name to match a beautiful face.” He wondered if she knew what he was. He had read a little of other nations and their cultures… and of their views towards passives. There were exceptions to every rule, of course, but Leo didn’t know how long Aziza had been here - her accent meant nothing, not when Leo himself had retained his own natural accent. “Of course I’m offering… wouldn’t be right for a gentleman not to look after his lady.

He stood and offered his hand to the foreign woman, helping her to stand if she accepted. “Do you know Old Rose Harbor well?” Leander asked as he began walking, snaking his arm around he to rest on the small of her back, a motion he had watched his father do a thousand times with his mother. It had always seemed like the epitome of manners when with a woman, and this seemed like the right time to mimic it. “I know a lovey place where the drinks will make you forget your spliff. And absolutely divine food, if you’re hungry.

They fell into companionable silence for a while as they walked. For his part, Leander was simply enjoying the quiet of the evening Ol’ Rose was normally abuzz with life, and it was refreshing to find a moment of peace. He was hopeful that the tavern would be just as quiet. “So what brought you to Old Rose Harbor?” It was neither an assuming question, nor an intrusive one: she was obviously a foreigner, but maybe she called this place home, and maybe she didn’t want to talk about it, so it was broad enough that she could be as vague as she liked.
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Tue Feb 05, 2019 11:18 am

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His disapproving question about knowing what was in the spur drew a husky laugh from the young woman, amusement dancing in brown eyes as she looked at Leander sidelong, reading into his caution with mild interest.

"I've smoked enough ov'em t'know what I'm gettin', ye chen? There might be more'n grass in it but it dint matter much. It's good, what more d'ye want? Take it ye dint smoke it much, maybe none, else ye wouldn't ask summat like that," the witch threw back, still chuckling.

She was comfortable in this pretty boy's presence, usually comfortable in the presence of most people but it wasn't a universal truth; some people rattled her. He seemed strangely innocent for the Rose, something about the face probably, and so she hardly saw him as a threat. His lack of field would hardly turn her off him as she'd had friends and companions of all sorts. The only difference would be if she knew that he was imbali, then she'd be inclined to give him a sympathetic pat, to try to coddle him for his disability. Imbali needed to be looked after, everybody knew that although Anaxas seemed to have a different view. Still, her views were her own and this kingdom would have a hard time changing them.

Still, his smooth line about her name elicited both an eye roll and an appreciative blush that made her cheeks dusky. Her smile showed that even though she knew it was a line that it had gone down well all the same, the woman giving him a playful little nudge with her elbow.

"Oh ye're a charmer, I see," she commented unnecessarily, her smile sly as she stood, taking the offered hand. "A gen'leman lookin' after 'is lady, eh? Dint see any gen'lemen round here or ladies. Dint think there's a kov round here that has a chip all t'himself neither," she drawled out, enough control in her voice to make her words clear but there was still that bit of a slur.

In spite of her words, she was more than happy to let him snake his arm around her, what she'd said little more than sport. She leaned into him, vaguely amused that he was only slightly taller than her although it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. If he'd been a bit taller, she'd have rested her head against his shoulder but she was still comfortable enough, moving her head in close to his. The position had its advantages, allowing her to speak with him without having to raise her voice but it definitely made her more likely to slur, a fact not helped by the fact that she kept forgetting that she wasn't meant to be using Tek.

"Know it well 'nuff, I s'pose. I've bin here a fair bit, mind I'm only passing through now, jus' for a little bit," she explained, wondering how well she knew the place. Old Rose Harbor was big although she had definitely seen an awful lot of it. She had also seen a lot of it while lacking a clear head so her knowledge should probably be taken with a pinch of salt.

She was enjoying the mellow feeling that the spliff had given her, less inclined to talk than she normally was, nodding in lazy, almost sleepy acknowledgement that could have been taken as nuzzling as they walked, quite happy to let the man support her as she nearly napped on her feet. His next question earned a rapid blink, an attempt at alertness as she tried to come back into her senses.

Conversation, she was meant to be having that. This man was a stranger and yet she'd forgotten, allowing herself to become all too comfortable in her grasp. This was the sort of behaviour that earned her mother's ire, the disapproving tut of 'tumble' on her lips. But it wasn't like any harm was being done, was it? Nazia just had to be so bloody interfering. She was a wick, wasn't she? She should have more freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted!

"Jus' passing through, I'll leave come Dentis. Yaris dint agree with me daoa's lungs, too dry so I bring her t' stay near th'water. I'll be back 'round here in a few months, more'n likely. I jus' like to move around an' not every place in Anaxas is good to the like o' me. They don't like my sort in Vienda at all. It is what it is but I dint get looked at like I was dirty in Mugroba, tha' was better," she explained with a shrug, stretching carefully, clearly not wanting to dislodge his arm.

She settled herself against him once more, fingers coming to rest on the hand that was looped around her, a touch and a tug indicating that he was more than welcome to hold her closer, to encircle her totally.

"What are ye doing in the Rose? Ye sound too posh to be 'round here, least of all 'cos ye dint seem t'know th' Tek. Sorry 'bout tha', the Tek, I mean. I use it a lot, dint I?"
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Sat Feb 09, 2019 10:37 am


Each to their own, I suppose,” the passive replied with a shrug, still displaying his disapproval. He was no stranger to illicit drugs, or the more socially accepted once, for that matter. Leo had spent enough time seeking escape, but weed was not something he had tried, admittedly. He liked his supplier: efficient, reliable and, most importantly, discreet. It helped matters that he knew what he was getting, and the effects it would have on his body. “No, I have not had the, ah, joy of trying that particular substance.” The one suggested he had no intention of trying it with her.

But if she wanted to think of him as a green little lad, then so be it. After tonight, there was a high chance they would never see each other again, and Leander saw no point in giving her a full picture of his life. If anything, he pondered, it helped him somewhat to have the girl make her judgements, thus underestimating him. He had a youthful innocence about him. Coupled with the Viendan accent, he must have seemed sorely out of place in this world. An easy target, perhaps? It was no lie that Leo could not hold his own in physical combat but, thus far, he had been lucky enough to count the number of violent confrontations on his fingers. His quick and calculating mind would see him past such barbarian outcomes.

Ah, but the pretty little thing was not as air-headed as he had initially assumed. She took his compliment for what it was. Refreshing, but also frustrating - Leander had no desire to work for his prize tonight. “When the mood suits,” he replied, an easy smile playing on his lips as the pair began to walk. “You wound me, sweet Aziza. I am nothing if not a gentleman.” But the tone remained light and playful. The tips of his fingers tracing a meaningless pattern on the small of her back, pointedly not venturing further south.

They weaved between buildings and milling people, Leo using the placement of his hand to effortlessly steer the young woman beside him and he took the well trodden path. There wasn’t a single drinking establishment in the harbour that couldn’t say Leander was a regular of. He liked variety, after all, but he had his favourites, and he was better behaved in some. This was one such tavern. “Sounds like an exciting life,” the passive murmured as he pulled the door to swing open and allowed Aziza inside first. To him, it sounded anything but - did the woman have no sense of purpose? “Anaxas its charm, but it is true most find it rather unappealing.” Leander smiled wryly as he pulled out a chair for the exotic lady before taking his own seat.

I’ve lived here for the best part of a decade,” the passive admitted, the smile still plastered into place, yet never quite reaching his eyes. “/It is my home, for my sins. However you are not wrong: despite the years, I haven’t quite bought into the culture.” He glanced over to the bar, quick to shift the conversation. “I recommend the duck, it will awaken you to tastes you never dreamed possible.
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