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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.
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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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!!!!]
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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. ]
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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 funhis 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?
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[ 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! ]
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[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.
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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? ]
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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.
One.
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Truly, his feet can't move fast enough. Certainly not when Jarlaxle makes his offer. ]
Oh?
[ Now this does make his eyes go wide. A single altruistic deed? Jarlaxle could do so much good if he truly tried. This would be delightful indeed. And gratifying, of course. There is a joy to righteous victory that even Xenk cannot deny. ]
I accept your terms.
[ And wouldn't you know it, they're here! Good thing Xenk has fairly deft hands (okay, not that deft) but he gets the door open after some jiggling of keys. Just give him a second. ]
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Just don't tell him how he arrived at that point.
He'll be as patient as he can be for that door to open, though the very second he hears the tumblers fall into place one hand will slip to find the very first fastening he can on Xenk's armor. He'll leave a trail from here to the door if he can, Xenk, move fast.]
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Xenk fumbles a bit with his keys (dex save 9) but he manages to wrest the door open after not too long. His apartment is simple—no larger or grander than the standard Paladin apartment, with very little in the way of decorations or clutter, save for a shelf lined with every mission reward and trinket he's received since arriving to Elah, and a succulent that guards the aforementioned 'treasure trove.'
He has a stand for his armor, and his sword, and the tools for their maintenance lie in a box beside them. It's the most obviously used part of his apartment, besides perhaps the bathroom where he maintains his meticulous appearance. In other words, it's very Xenk.
But Xenk really shouldn't be surprised to find the rogue's deft fingers divesting him of his armor. He guides them towards the bed, muttering a complaint that he doesn't really follow through on. ]
You'll surely trip, if we leave them on the floor.
[ Says the guy not making any move to stop him. Bed first. Clothes after. Xenk has an end goal in mind, the steps to get there should fall into place.
And of course, Jarlaxle did ask for his strength, so Xenk hopes he won't mind when he drops him onto the bed unceremoniously, and quickly moves to pin his arms above his head. Does this count as rough treatment? ]
Now, I believe I promised to ravish you.