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October Catchall

Who: Jarlaxle and You
Status: Open
Where: All over, including the ocean!
What: Catchall for event stuff and whatever else might happen during the month of October.
Warnings: Smut's in here eventually RIP

Spirited | Nogard/Naughtilust]
[He's normally a little... eccentric, one could say. He's typically very energetic, so him being out on the town, specifically haunting every tavern, brothel, restaurant and entertainment establishment he can get into isn't necessarily strange!

It's really more the fact that he doesn't seem to be getting tired any time soon. Or perhaps it's the fact that he's been sitting here, talking, knocking back drink after drink after drink, and doesn't look like he's ready to call it a night at glass number seven.

Or maybe it's the endless, breathless, excited stories of, what else but,]

I would never lie about a ghost, look me in the face and tell me that I have the seeming of a liar.

[With his one visible eye over bright, the drow not even trying to put on a more serious face; that grin is as bright as it is wide, his words crisp and clear despite the tankard sitting in his hand half empty.]

They're far less terrifying than you've been lead to believe, I assure you. Intoxicating would be the better word for it, if I had to pick one at all. I wouldn't even say that they even appear frightening, unlike the spirits I'm familiar with from home. I've half a mind to go back out and find at least ten more before sunrise.

I'd be keen on company as well, should you have the heart and guts for it of course.

[You don't wanna be a big baby do you?]

[Bounties]

[Two texts appear on the shellphone, hours apart from the other.]

[first]

Seeking: fishing party for day excursion. Spoils to be split evenly between all members. If interested please respond to this message for further instruction.

Bring your own weapon. (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏᵞᵒᵘ*

[Because that's a normal thing to ask for a fishing trip right]

[second]

Any thrill seekers out and about? Which one of you are interested in spicing up a boring evening with a little bit of specter spotting?

Potentially specter dispelling, it depends on if the spotting part is accomplished or not.

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I haven't even been given a chance to defend myself, and you're already convinced of my wrongdoing. I'm hurt, Xenk.

[No he's not, he's also not even sorry but it's for the bit, he has to.]

With all these accusations of lawlessness and possible punishment, who knows how I'll feel when we meet. I might just be left with no choice but to resist you.

[Just a polite warning! He'd sure hate to show up and be disciplined harshly for being a public nuisance, what a disaster that would be.]

Forgive me, my friend, but this is for your own good.

Where are you at present?

[ He's down for a little resistance..... I mean, as long as they establish consent, he'll go for it. But if Jarlaxle tells him where he is, at least Xenk will know his letters are facetious, and that he intends to submit, so to speak. ]

Not far from the docks. Meet me there.

[Yeah he's here, that's step one of the whole confessing process now. Which may as well be all the rest of the steps, honestly.

And he will be there, comfortably perched on a crate and patiently waiting. Definitely isn't exactly cutting the image of a flighty criminal ready to throw down.]

[ See, giving up your location means you want it. Right? Right. Xenk makes his way over to the docks post-haste. Jarlaxle isn't as easy for him to find as Astarion, since he doesn't give off quite the same notable, undead scent as his other elven friend, but the drow hardly blends in with all his finery. Xenk finds him in no time.

The man sure doesn't look innocent, that's for sure. ]

Jarlaxle. I trust your presence means you are willing to face punishment for your misdeeds?

[A good rule of thumb with Jarlaxle is that if he's letting you find him, he definitely wants it. Had he not been in the mood for this little game he'd have been back in Nogard ages ago with but a twist of a single ring.

No he certainly does not look innocent, and it's not just because he's clearly in Elah when he absolutely should not be; the smile on his face is nothing short of impish, the one visible ruby red eye practically aglow with puckish light. This is not the face of an innocent man, and probably not the face of a repentant one either.]

What, and surrender so easily? I couldn't possibly make things so simple, not even for you, Xenk.

If it's punishment you wish to mete out, you'll just have to subdue me first.

[He is not even reaching for a weapon, this is not going to be any measure of 'real' fight, though from the way his weight shifts and his posture changes, the drow might just be considering leading Xenk on a merry little chase.]

[ Xenk is familiar enough with Jarlaxle that he is beginning to suspect there is indeed some play to this. Of course, the texts seemed to perhaps imply it, but he feels it better not to assume.

But there's no misconstruing Jarlaxle's intent here. He wishes to be subdued? But he reaches for no weapon, merely adjusts his feet as though wishing for a chase. A game.

For the right kind of punishment, Xenk can play a game. ]

Very well.

[ He steps in closer, putting on his best intimidating look. Probing the waters, in his own way. Asking himself, is this what he wants? But rather than speak it aloud, he is trying... he's trying so hard, Jarlaxle!! ]

[Just saying things wasn't typically Jarlaxle's strong point, at least not when it came to voicing direct desires. But for Xenk, an exception was going to be made. Don't worry, he's not going to leave the poor man guessing. As the other man steps towards him, Jarlaxle makes his move, on his feet in the blink of an eye and behind the crate.]

I hope you're swifter now than you were on the obstacle course~. Foul villain that I am I'm in dire need of a bit of holy retribution, I'd almost be disappointed not to feel its sting.

[Come and get him, Xenk, with that challenge thrown down he's already off and away, darting down the docks and towards the residential district.

What, and make the poor man drag him all the way to a more proper place for this game? He's doing him a favor really.]

[ He will ask for his consent, that's just how Xenk is. But as Jarlaxle takes off, Xenk follows, recognizing the teasing tone. So it is a game, after all. ]

And feel it you shall.

[ This game is not one he intends to lose. Xenk dashes after Jarlaxle, following him away from the docks and down the streets to the residential district. In his full armor, he makes quite the imposing figure. Especially since, as we all know, he favors the direct approach, even if that means bounding over crates and jumping between groups of people. He will not be deterred.

But this is kind of fun. ]

[The response to that is just a cheerful laugh, already growing distant as the drow puts a fair bit of distance between them in almost no time at all. He might want to be caught, sure, but that doesn't mean he's going to make it that easy to do. A game is a game after all, it's no fun if it's over in a second.

Oh, and here he comes! Just as he recalled from last time, the speed at which the paladin moved was impressive, and not just for a man weighted down in armor. Just like a charging bull, Jarlaxle was almost surprised that Xenk didn't just slam clean through those crates. It would have been funny if he did! It's a shame really. Had he not been so sure that the paladin truly meant him no harm, it really would have been a deeply intimidating sight to see the other man rushing towards him like this.

As it was it only added to the brigand's sheer delight. Unlike Xenk, Jarlaxle's path was far more complex, with the drow feinting left, before suddenly dodging right, moving to try and scamper like a squirrel straight up a wall and into a vacant courtyard.]

[ Xenk couldn't possibly risk damaging people's crates! That would be rude. And his pursuit of Jarlaxle is not so holy in nature that he would risk harming others in the process. Xenk follows with decisive strides, even as Jarlaxle feints and gets him to nearly lose his balance as he changes directions and continues his chase.

Met with a vertical obstacle, Xenk does what any paladin would do. He knocks on the door, waits to see if the building is vacant or not, and decides to open the door once he concludes that it is not. Dashing up the stairs and up to the second floor, he follows the most direct path he can manage, meeting Jarlaxle on the courtyard after losing precious time for the ordeal. ]

Cease your running, you know I shall not falter in my chase.

[ But also, if you plan on running along the rooftops, my man's gonna have to do some parkour and he's not dressed very well for that! ]

Edited (i'm silly) 2023-10-08 01:40 (UTC)

[Don't worry, this won't turn into a full ordeal, he promises! No rooftops, only courtyards and the ground. Mostly the ground. 99% the ground.

Xenk won't lose him at all, not just because Jarlaxle isn't trying that hard to stay away; it's probably next to impossible not to hear how loudly the drow is fucking laughing at him.]

Did you really knock on the-

[Oh shit he's here, and right before Jarlaxle managed to finish whatever teasing he was getting ready to toss out. He might have reconsidered whatever he was about to say, but the laughter is a little harder to stop as he hops back towards the wall again.

But oh no, what's this? While it was easy for him to scale the other side, the make of the eaves upon the wall ensured that this was a one-way trick only. He'd apparently only just realized that as he backed away and looked up, having been too caught up with whatever he'd been about to say to have properly looked around. Oh, back to a corner now, oh dear.]

Well then, it seems I underestimated just how quickly you'd get up the stairs.

[That one's on him. But he's not entirely out of tricks. The moment Xenk gets close enough the drow breaks out a Hail Mary, sharply turning to suddenly ricochet off the corner he'd backed himself into. Bounding off of one corner and then again off the other, he'd make a wild attempt to simply jump over Xenk. It's okay, he'll parkour enough for the both of them.]

[ Xenk is undeterred by Jarlaxle's laughter, though the clanking of his armor is loud enough that he only hears it once he reaches the top. With Jarlaxle nearly cornered, he smirks -- though the drow quickly bounces off, proving he is not one to be underestimated. Xenk reaches as fast as he can as Jarlaxle attempts to jump over him, though whether he'll make it in time is another matter entirely. (He does roll a 15+8 for Atheltics though, if it matters.) ]

You should know I'm not one to pause until I've found my quarry.

[Oh he did not even get close to the right speed to get out of this corner. He didn't narrowly miss being grabbed, he didn't even narrowly get caught. The descriptor "narrow" didn't even belong in the same area code as what actually happened.

Xenk snagged him out of the air like a 20th level monk swatting a fly. He snagged him so good the hat was knocked clean off his head, fluttering onto the ground probably where he'd intended on landing, and it's arguable whether or not Jarlaxle would have even properly cleared the paladin even if he had missed. Not even close, he's embarrassed for himself and boy he's sure glad no one at home saw this. Top ten things he'd never hear the end of.

And now he's caught. Just out of sheer personal annoyance with himself, he does half-heartedly squirm and struggle for a moment, all that bravado and smugness as firmly knocked out of him as the air in his lungs was when Xenk snatched him out of the air. It doesn't take long for him to give up though, the laugh that followed resigned.]

... Alright, I may have deserved that.

Edited 2023-10-08 04:46 (UTC)

[ Oh, Jarlaxle. The time has finally come for you. Xenk snatches him with both hands, his grip tight as he holds Jarlaxle above him the way one might carry a particularly fragile plate. Careful, but steady.

It's ok, Jarlaxle. Xenk won't tell anybody about this. Well, maybe Astarion. It seems like the kind of situation he would enjoy hearing about. ]

It seems I have caught you at last.

[ Xenk deposits Jarlaxle back on the ground, shifting his hold to his shoulders, and bearing down on him with such force that it would be difficult indeed to leave. Well, they are at least in an empty building, so it seems they both got what they wanted out of this.

Xenk is smirking, triumphant and full of that holier-than-thou pride. ]

Now, tell me. What manner of punishment do you think befits your crime?

[There's not a whole lot of weight to the drow, small and lightly armored as he is. If one can call that fluttery poet shirt he's got on right now 'armor'. So it's not at all difficult to heft him like that, and Jarlaxle isn't really putting his whole heart and soul into squirming free. Don't tell Astarion, that's mean!!!!]

It seems you have. I'd tell you not to look so smug, but even if it were all just luck, it was an impressive amount of it. I'll begrudgingly encourage you to enjoy the moment.

[The smugness is earned, he gets it! His hands snap up to rest upon Xenk's as the paladin bears down upon him, instinct more than anything else. The excitement in the drow's visible eye tells the truth of the matter; he's nowhere near concerned.]

You would leave it to the criminal to choose their punishment? You've a lot of faith that I'd sentence myself fairly.

[What manner of 'punishment' indeed though, now that was a question.]

Unless it still stings tomorrow, I'm likely to 'forget' whatever punishment I receive, so I'll encourage you to bear this in mind. But proper reformation doesn't really start with a heavy hand, does it? I'd then suggest perhaps the paladin see fit to fill me with holy inspiration, and maybe that might curb my penchant for ne'er-do-goodery.

[And then, after a moment-]

This is an innuendo, I'm giving you direct and enthusiastic consent to fuck me into the floor.

[He's being helpful!!!!]

[ You joke, but being this direct is a huge turn on for Xenk. ]

I see.

[ Xenk's eyes take a hungry glint to them. How interesting indeed. Of course, his punishments don't all have to be sexual, but as Jarlaxle is a friend and the crime really isn't so major, it doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

But good idea on the 'making it very clear' front because Xenk is always going to ask for clarification if things aren't super clear. ]

And you would have me take you here, in this place, where none can see yet may wander in any time?

[ He doesn't sound super against it, himself. But also Xenk has admired Jarlaxle's form since they first met. The proposition isn't a bad one. The direct consent is welcome, and the idea of distrubuting Tyr's judgment in a way they might both enjoy seems a worthy task. ]

Perhaps it's what a criminal like you deserves. If that is to your liking.

[ He's checking in one more time—just in case, you know. Now that he knows how easily he can manhandle Jarlaxle, he might be getting more of that. ]

[He should have expected as much from Xenk. Of course the direct approach would work best, just look at how the man conducted himself.]

Unless you find yourself concerned with the location, I have no issue with it myself. If someone finds themselves stricken with enough curiosity to come looking for what's making all the noise in here, that's really their own fault. But, if the threat of being interrupted bothers you so, you may just have to cart me off somewhere more private.

[Yes, noise. It's a punishment, who's to say he won't make a little noise? If it was done correct, he should want to get loud! Granted the same rule applied for sex pretty often as well so...]

Ah, ah, I've told you what's to my liking well enough! I think the criminal has had enough of a say now, the disciplinarian of the evening should decide where upon the punishment will take place. After all, this isn't just for me, I'm not the only actor here.

[He'd seen the look in Xenk's eye, this was definitely not just about ~~his fun~~ his experience.]

I'm not a shy man, you'll be kept well informed of what is and is not to my liking. What of yours though?

There are many in Elah who might take notice at the sound. Perhaps I might have need yet to keep you quiet.

[ He says it as a statement, but it is also its own manner of question. Was Jarlaxle willing to be quiet, or would his pleasure be too loud? It seemed the drow knew what it is he wanted, and so it fell to Xenk to decide where to take this next. It's quite a bit different from things with Astarion.

And well, Jarlaxle isn't just some stranger. For all that they're setting this up, Xenk would treat him well, punishment or no. Xenk presses in closer, close enough to whisper in the drow's pointed ear. ]

Perhaps I ought to take you to my apartment. And ensure you cannot escape.

[ Rope? He has rope. But anyway, Xenk is also about to swoop Jarlaxle up off his feet, setting him into a solid, princess-carry hold. Enjoy the view! ]

I didn't take you for a man who liked having an audience anyway.

[He couldn't help the laugh in his tone, the idea of it was genuinely funny. No of course not, he could almost imagine how mortified the poor man might be if someone actually walked in on them. Not that the image of the paladin clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle all the noise wasn't an attractive one.

He couldn't help the little shiver of excitement that ran down his spine as Xenk whispered into his ear, the words promising a very enjoyable, very memorable night. Before he could give a suitable response, he was back off his feet once again, prompting a startled laugh from him before he flung an arm over Xenk's shoulder. Definitely not the picture of a repentant man in the slightest, at all. But then again, they hadn't even gotten to the punishment, maybe his attitude would change then.

Extremely doubtful but still!]

Plan to bind me to ensure I stay for the whole thing? What happened to all that good faith?

[He's teasing, he can't help himself, and the excitement in his tone was clear: someone's not that upset about the idea of being restrained.]

I'd pick your bindings well, lest I wriggle out of them before we even get started.

[ Xenk smirks. No, he wouldn't really enjoy someone walking in on them -- and while the risk might be fun to think about, it wouldn't actually go well in practice. He'd much rather plan for what he has in his apartment, and run all the possibilities in his head, for all that he isn't very creative. ]

Perhaps I might.

[ He grins, pulling Jarlaxle up into his arms and turn around -- oh, don't worry, he did notice his hat, and he even bends down so that Jarlaxle can grab it. He's still very polite, for all that he's promising to bind and punish Jarlaxle. ]

A thief such yourself requires tightened bindings. Not to worry, I intend to treat you as you deserve.

[ See, cause that can mean he'll be rough, but it can mean he'll be gentle. It all depends, how penitent are you, Jarlaxle? ]

[He was about to say, he'd even started to try and wriggle a bit out of Xenk's grip just so that he could indicate the hat... No reason to do so, the other man turned to allow him to scoop it off the ground without needing to be asked. Back on went the hat, the drow even making the effort not to smack him with the plume as he did so.]

Remember; if I cannot feel it tomorrow, I might just let the experience slip my mind...

[Get rough, he has no intention of repenting shit unless it smarts first.]

I trust you won't let our friendship weaken your resolve... It'll take a firm hand to cause me to reconsider my nefarious actions.

[This is all of course, being said with the drow almost lazily dangling in Xenk's arms, one hand moving to lightly trace up along Xenk's neck, across the edge of his sharp, strong jawline to admire the texture of his beard.]

If you waver, I might just take advantage of it.

[ See, he's very polite! For a so-called jailer. Xenk nods seriously as Jarlaxle reiterates his preference—it's good the man knows what he wants. Certainly rough treatment is something one would have to make very clear to a man as good-natured as Xenk, so this is helpful.

But just in case: ]

You wish to be treated roughly. I shall not hold back my strength, then.

[ Xenk clutches him to his chest, making a hasty retreat to his apartment now that they have Jarlaxle's hat. There's really no need to dawdle, and it's not like the drow is heavy in any way for Xenk Yendar. The walk (more like jog) will be shorter than you'd think. ]

I shall not waver. But should you make any attempt to escape, I will hold you personally responsible.

Edited 2023-10-10 04:49 (UTC)

As roughly as you can bring yourself to be.

[Because Xenk is a good man, and he was sure if he wasn't clear on just how hard the paladin could go, Xenk would spend most of the time questioning just what was too much and what was not enough. Likewise though, he could trust the other man not to take it too far. Even so, Jarlaxle wasn't about to let him just figure it all out and fly blind, he'd be sure to keep the other man well informed.

The fact that the pace picked up to a jog only caused him to start laughing again, leaning forward to brush his lips against Xenk's ear.]

I hope you do. Don't let me go until we're spent, Xenk. If I've not been thoroughly exhausted, I'll surely slip my bonds and finish what you started.

Take care that you do not regret your words.

[ Well, the truth is Xenk hasn't really tried doing it rough before. Some secret part of him wants to, and it should be fairly obvious with how his pupils look a little dilated as he says it, but given his image, it's unseemly for a paladin to admit that. If his partner asks though... that's another thing entirely.

Yeah, so Xenk is keeping at this pace. They were already in the residential district, so it's not too far before they're at the apartments proper. His mouth is also really dry? With the way Jarlaxle keeps promising such terribly enticing things. ]

I should like to test the limits of your stamina, that you might find yourself bound until the morrow. As I am undead, you'll find I can surpass mortal limits by leaps and bounds.

It would take a lot to make me regret anything I do.

[Consider that a challenge, just like the rest of this little conversation. It's obvious to Jarlaxle just how worked up he's getting the man, and he genuinely hopes the fire he's stoking will burn hot enough to leave him aching for days.

Not too far now, which was great for the both of them frankly; all these promises he's making aren't just getting Xenk excited.]

Don't threaten me with a good time. [He's eager for this, practically starving if he were to be honest.]

Challenging me back are you? Very well, if you can tire me out to the point where I'll need you to pick the knots at dawn, I'll commit to doing a single unambiguously altruistic deed of your choice, O' paladin of Tyr.

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