Requesting Backup

Log Info

• Title: Requesting Backup
• Emitter: Aryia
• Characters: Aryia, Venom
• Place: Alexandrian Lower Markets, Private Abode
• Time: May 16th, 2022
• Summary: Aryia returns home with her new green curls, her disgruntled about them. Venom greets her warmly, and the mute has a request for aid in an upcoming fight. Spurred on that one of the reasons is for liberation, Venom agrees to help. Further aid is requested for more mundane matters, like getting rid of this awful hair dye.

Alexandrian Lower Markets, Private Abode, Night

Within the small condo, more things have been strewn about the normally bare living space. Coils of rope, spare ship sails, and other nautical nonsense. Aryia bought a boat, this much is known.

But what isn't known, is revealed when she slides into her abode with a key and locks the door behind her. Nothing looks different except-

Her hair is a verdant green, like a forest leaf's, and curled. She pushing it annoyingly behind her ears as she drops her bag off by the entrance.

The abode still have the subtle feel of recent occupation; the subtle humidity a bath may add, the faint with of a burning wick, for example, though the teapot resting on the table is tepid, cozy be damned. Venom's spicy jacks are lurking under the windowsills as per usual, and there is light coming from the workshop.

As the sound of the door shutting and locking anew echose through the corners of their abode, the faint, if familiar sound of ratchetting clicks sounds from that place before the Acanian emerges in the curious mix of apron and smallclothes, the tip of her dragonspitter peeking out from behind a knee as she sets her sights upon, "North Star, I've-!" <Sildanyari>

Blink.

Headcant.

Blink-blink.

Uhhh...

"Hi!"

The glowing gaze blinks from the entryway, spying the Acanian across the way as familiar click clacks signal readiness. She holds up a hand, giving the usual 'high-low' whistle of hello.

Aryia squints across the way.

She crosses her arms and looks away, face reddening somewhat. "... hello."

Idle and embarrassed musing ponder if they should have an escape tunnel so she could dive into a hole. <Handspeech>

With the ministrations of a well-familiar thumb, the unveiled acanian ratches an important piece of her weapon as she allows an easy smile to bloom accross her face.

She pads accross the apartment to throw a fullsome embrace her lover's way.

"I missed you, my love!" she croons, then, glancing to her verdant locks, "... so....?"

Aryia easily returns the full embrace with one of her one, latching onto the human with a tight hug. The mute nods into it, sharing similar sentiments.

She relaxes some, rocking the duo to and fro before pulling away to peck a cheek.

"... I thought it would look good," she gestures with a rubor to her face. "... I realized that I like green. Just... not on my hair. Trying to get rid of it before stuff."

Her lamplight gaze flicks over her lover. She clears her throat. "How are you?" she asks with a hand between them. <Handspeech>

Aryia dropped The Balance.

The Balance has arrived.

Venom closes her eyes in a smile as the touch of warm lips graces her cheek, then dips in to match the gesture with her own.

The dragonspitter, if she's ever named it, is laid upon the nearest convienient piece of furniture as her hands come up to sample the reconfigured tresses of her paramour, the texture... the bounciness, "I think I can help, dear. I've been alright, I took some light guild work to shake off the rust while you were out." she notes almost distractedly.

The looks into the bright eyes of the Mul'niessa and she smiles again, "We can experiment later if you like?"

The Balance has left.

Aryia shifts a bit as her leaf green hair is toyed with and examined. "I'd appreciate a hand..." she breathes in that sub whispered quiet. All air, no tone. "I'm glad you're... staying busy. Actually... wanted to bring something up to you.."

She blinks back into onyx pools, a light smile tugging her lips wards. "Yeah? That'd be neat." She loops her arms back around Venom.

'Something up to her'...?

Venom seems to drop back into a more businesslike demeanor, though her hands lightly settle at the flare of her love's hips, "Of course, what would you like to talk about?" It doesn't sound like she's been nudged into relationship panic, at least, though there is certainly a curiosity in her tone.

The mute sighs a bit as the warmth solidifies into something more closed. But she sways subtly from side to side on her feet, the green curls going along with. "Kobolds."

She rolls a shoulder. "Remember that Black Rose Knight you helped us with? And the egg it spat out? Well, the Knight is back. We're gonna do a three pronged attack against the Knight, the Town, and the Queen. There's a group for the Knight, and a group for the Queen- I'm in that one-, and the group taking the Town of kobolds needs some help."

She removes a hand from her lover's side to rub at her throat. "But they're going to try and keep the casualties to a minimum. Capture, not kill. It's a liberation basically. We have to do the attacks all at once so... if you want in..." she trails off, looking up at Venom.

No need for relationship panic, it seems.

There's a certain gearwork going through Venom's cognitive bits as Aryia spells that out.

Minimal casualties sounds messy, though the reasoning is...

The reasoning she can get behind.

"Where do you want me?"

Aryia blinks. That easy?

"The Town. I think you'd do good with that," she murmurs near silently. "Not everyone can do what I can, and you know how to pull your punches if need be. You'd be working with other kobolds that want to free the town too, and they'll be trying to take as many alive as they can too."

Her face twinges in a bit of pain, and she ceases her whispered words. "I appreciate your desire to do this. As I figured you'd be interested in that kind of thing," her hands supply instead. <Handspeech>

A nod, not to answer Aryia's unspoken question, but to acknowledge her actual reply.

Venom trails her fingers breezily along the pinch of Aryia's waist for a moment, then, brings that hand up to gently alight her fingertips against the scarred lips.

"You're welcome, Beloved. You only have to ask." she says with that for Aryia's-eyes-only smile. <Sildanyari>

"Do we have tactical data of any real depth?" <Kulthian>

Aryia raises her shoulders as her eyes flutter closed from the touch. "Thanks, Blossom. They may have undead amongst their ranks. They're kind of wimps, the kobolds, so cracking their morale may make them scatter. Though who knows what sort of things the Witch-Queen planted in there. Some adventurers we saved will be helping with that, and some others."

She sighs. "Wish I could tell you more, but sort of on a time crunch, so can't really recon more." She sniffs at the damp air, then looks Venom over once more. "... what are you working on?" she inquires, switching gears. <Handspeech>

"I was working up some tanglefoot bags." Venom replies, her hands moving from her paramour's person to frame it. Noting the sniff with an arched eyebrow, she volunteers "The Guild work was a particularly sweaty trip, and I wanted to smell nice for when you got home." <handspeech>

Aryia bobs her head as Venom explains, her keeping an eye on the flicking hands as she doffs her jacket to rest upon the back of a chair. "Those are always useful. I should stock up a few."

She makes a clicking sound with her tongue in understanding. "Yes, can get pretty gross. That's nice of you to do so. Dress for my arrival too?" she teases, gesturing up and down at V's self with a light smile on her lips. <Handspeech>

Venom nods, then, leaning in to kiss the verdant pate' before her, "You should." she agrees, "I can start another batch once the infuser is finished." <Kulthian>

That said, the human leans n to nuzzle ag the smaller woman's head, then, whispers, "You seemed to really like this outfit the last time..."

Aryia softly sighs and silently chuckles from the peck. "Ok. I can cover whatever it costs for you."

She blinks, then looks up with a sly smile. "What could /ever/ the reason be for that...?" she shoots back with a hand, poking the human in the side. "This hair, can you help me with it?" she requests, shedding more outerwear. "I bought some stuff to get rid of it but I can't tell if it's the right thing or just more green dye that's going to fuck me over." <Handspeech>

Venom runs her fingers through the leafy locks and nods, "Ohhhh, I think you know...." she purrs to the initial query, seemingly letting the offer to pay her roll by without remark.

She rubs a little of the curly tresses between thumb and fingers for a moment or two, her eyes thoughtful, then, "Who did you have do it, and what do you remember of the process?"

The mute blinks dumbly, the light in her eyes growing as her gaze flicks from the lips that uttered that to the attire in question. Her scarred cheeks redden. She had no words.

"Some gnome barber down by the main market. I have no idea how the fuck they did it. They were all over the place. They just said it was reversible, that's all. But... gnomes you know?"

Her eyes grow wide like saucers, as she pouts. "Can you help take the color out please...?" she requests, giving puppy-dog eyes. <Handspeech>

A grin, then, as she gets Aryia to blush so, and Venom nods once more. She draws back to watch Aryia's hands for the explaination and she starts to reply in turn, "I do, I think he used a dilluted dye."

There is a rise and fall of her shoulders, then, "We've used plenty of them. It doesn't feel like it changed your hair's texture."

Hmmmm...

"Do you want to keep the curls?"

Aryia taps the tips of her fingers together. "... for now, yes. I like them."

She glances up from behind her verdant curls, pondering something or another before she reaches up to pull Venom down by the work apron. A brief yet no-less big smooch is gifted before the mul'neissa zips further back towards the bathing room, snickering all the way. <Handspeech>

The draw into the kiss meets no resistance, an invitation like that is most welcome to the human. Her lips part in contact, and her arms move to encompass her love.

A maneuver that comes too late, as Aryia has already disengaged and seems to be trying to lead her further to the bathing room.

Venom pads after, pausing only long enough to empty the spitter's chamber before resuming the chase.

-End Scene-