October Catchall

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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.

Comments

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[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.

[partybabysitter]

[ 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.

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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.

[partybabysitter]

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.

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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.

One.

[partybabysitter]

[ Challenge not accepted, as Xenk would never go beyond anyone's boundaries, but he will try and do his best all the same. And if Jarlaxle can take his full strength, then all the better.

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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[Hey, he didn't want him to hold back at all, if that meant dangling the promise of do-goodery over his head, then so be it. After all it wasn't as if Jarlaxle was opposed to the idea! He wouldn't melt, anyway. And wouldn't Drizzt be so pleased to hear about him being good for goodnesses sake?

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.]

[partybabysitter]

[ A million years later, BUT

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.