Just hanging around(open)

[Ravis]

Cloudless skies, warm breezes, shade to keep cool in, in all possible ways it was the perfect day to go outside. At least, that's what Ravis thought until the world suddenly turned upside down and he was left to dangle by a rope in a tree.

Everything had started off great, he'd 'found' a long piece of rope that someone had just left tied to a dog and tree. Out of the kindness of his heart Ravis had freed the poor tree from the dog and kept the rope in case the men tried such a horrible act again. Hopefully the dog wasn't to docile and could defend itself, but if not it's its own fault. A few pieces of metal and clasps had also mysteriously gone missing when someone turned their back to them. He'd almost gotten caught one time by a woman who'd watched him take a few nails, but a couple flirtatious remarks set her in a good enough mood to let him slide since they weren't that valuable. Humans were such vain creatures, it was laughable, then again he wasn't one to talk.

On the outskirts of the Nilisk Village Ravis set about the construction of his trap. It was a simple snare, easy to hide, but it wasn't going to be for animals so he had some modifications to try out. He'd picked a secluded spot where few to no people were likely to come by and observe what he was up, the seclusion was necessary in case someone should recognize him as the culprit when the real trap was laid out for an unsuspecting victim. It'd be too easy for someone to just reach up and untie the rope from their foot to get down so he tried fitting the nails into the rope. They were too easy to just take out though so instead he fit in thin pieces of metal above the loophole where someone might try and grab.

The thing was almost complete when the afternoon started to slip into evening. All that was left was to figure out to cover the thing so the metal shards wouldn't glisten in the sunlight. seeing a vine that might make for the perfect camouflage around the rope Ravis unconsciously took a single step forward before remembering the readied trap. That one step though was all it took to trip the wire and drag his sorry butt into the air.

That's how his perfect day came to this. The claw weapons he always has around sat leaning against the tree he was caught in, taunting Ravis with how near they were yet still just out of reach. There was no way he was going to try and pick out every little metal sliver he'd stuck in that rope either, it'd be painful as hell and not worth it since he'd have to put them all back in anyway. Unfortunately the demon's only hope was that someone came along soon and noticed the dangling figure before all the blood made his head explode.

[Darius Vincent]

SLIT THE THROAT OFF REASON AND REALITY†

Unlike some people, Darius had had a crappy day.

One unfortunate event after another plagued him. From the moment he woke up 'till this current minute, he had bad luck. No hot shower? Well, at least the cold could wake him up! No socks this morning? Alright, he guessed his feet could go commando. Disgusting breakfast? He hoped it would have mercy on his stomach, or, at the very least, agree with it. Screw up during training? Everyone made mistakes, right? At least it showed that he was human. Get an assignment to travel to Nilisk Village? Mmkay, he would gladly accept if it wasn't guarding duty.

Hey, Darius, guess what? It's guarding duty!

Bored, lonely, and somewhat itchy, he leaned against the standard spear that was issued to guards. He yawned absentmindedly as he stood by the entrance to the village. Another guard was with him, but he didn't know him all that well. He was glad when another guard came to alleviate him of his duty. At least for this shift which was -he looked at the setting sun and made a rough estimate- one hour. Even so, he was still bored and down on his luck.

His feet chafing as he walked through forests surrounding the village, he wondered if out here he might find some good luck. Perhaps a coin someone dropped. Or an enemy to defeat. His head down in thought, he saw a rather peculiar object. Metal claw-like weapons leaned against a tree. Approaching it slowly, his eyes travelled up the tree, across a branch, down a rope, and to an upside down figure. Confused for a moment, Darius spoke out. "Hi, there." He said gruffly. "You just hanging out over there?'

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STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 285
TAGGED; Ravis
NOTES; derpderpderpderpderp

[Ravis]

To his immense relief, Ravis soon spotted someone coming towards him, the guy looked like he was in some kind of trance but as long as he was heading in his direction the demon wouldn't call out until noticed. There didn't seem to be any change in direction and soon enough the man was in front of his tree and glancing at the paired weapons leaning against it's base.

His favored weapons were the first thing spotted, followed by the tree, then down the rope and finally the creature stuck in his own device. The guy seemed to confused to see Ravis there for awhile, and who could blame him? It wasn't everyday you ran into someone hanging by a rope in a tree.

"Hey." There were so many other smartalic things Ravis could have said, but he needed this guy for the moment and simply replied, "Yeah, it's a daily thing, boring as hell up here but I get to meet birds, twigs, and apparently hansom men in uniform." Though he would have preferred to have met a girl to flirt with like the one this morning, stroking someones ego usually worked just as well.

Wiggling a little just for emphasis he went on, "Would be nice to feel my feet on the ground again though, but I don't recommend touching the rope." Though he wasn't found of having a stranger touch his stuff Ravis gestured to the claws, "Can use those to cut the rope if you'd be so kind."

[Darius Vincent]

CUT MYSELF AND SCREAM FOR THEIR INSANITY†

Approaching the figure, Darius looked up at the man hanging from the rope, squinting his eyes slightly against the setting sun. He made a slight smirk, wondering how the young man happened to get himself into such a situation.

The dangling man responded to his greeting with a curt. "Hey." and went on to answer him sarcastically. It made him chuckle, the way he casually answered as he hung upside down. Well, at least Darius had a bit of entertainment now.

"Oh, is that so?" He replied. "How'd you get up there anyways, hm?" He had no intention of letting him go yet and made no move toward the claw weapons. His conscience urged him to, and his hands itched, but his mind decided that he should wait a little bit, investigate if you'd like to call it that.

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STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 139
NOTES; Sorry it sucks. Couldn't htink of much.

[Ravis]

Ravis narrowed his eyes slightly as the guy made no attempt whatsoever to free him from the trap. Well, so much for guards being there for the people. Then again, maybe this guy wasn't a guard after all, for all he knew this was some spy in disguise trying infiltrate their ranks.... Nah who was he kidding, sometimes Ravis's imagination ran wild, eh, what can you do.

How did he get up here... did this guy really just ask that...?
'I decided it would be fun to see the world from this angle so made a razer rope and hung myself on freaken purpose.' The words rang in his head, but Ravis kept a pleasant grin on his face. This guy was seriously asking for a fight taunting someone who is obviously in need of a little assistance, even if they don't deserve it. If only the guy would at least hand him the weapons, that's all he needed, the fall might hurt a little but it wouldn't be too bad.

Keeping his temper totally under control was turning out to be a little difficult with this guy, but after years of dealing with people, Ravis managed to keep his head. "I was just taking a shortcut into town when all of a sudden something tightened around my ankle and hauled me up here. I guess it's some kind of animal trap or something." He showed the guy his hands which were slightly scarred from working with the metal slivers, "I tried to get loose but as you can see I found out that wouldn't work fairly quickly." If the man asked if the claws were his Ravis was willing to deny that for a chance to escape, even if it meant losing the weapon he could just steal them back later. It'd be a hassle, but worth it for his freedom.

[Rebekka Syversten]

A basket in tow, it had been a hard days work at the southern edge of the seashore of Naam. Being in Nilisk Village again was a relief and all parts. The pink-haired female held her straw-woven basket firmly on her side. Slimy, blood-suckers hustled around, climbing against one another and up the straw to break free from the prison they had been put it. A big, fat one, plump and ripe like a grape, managed to wiggle its way out onto the street. Rebkeka eyed while leaning back. A good one too. Sighing, she took a quick heel – a swift instantaneous kill. Blood clang to her shoe, not a major concern.

Walking down through the streets of the village, a few citiens talked about the recent attack and the men back and others some of the current market prices of commodities. Ah, it was always nice hearing such things when she got back. But a conversation between a husband and wife interested her a bit. Sure, gossip was normally something she would stay away from, yet it could not hurt to listen to it just once. Rebekka stood two feet away, with her backest to her side. While she listened, she heard of a man being stuck in a tree about two blocks from hear. The husband seemed rather sure of this, although the wife was hitting him on the shoulder. “Damnit!” The pink-haired woman yelled at herself. Yet another one of the leeches had gotten out with another boot to the head. A few stares and Rebekka scurried off in the direction of town that should have held the 'man' in a 'tree'.

Though two blocks sounded like a short distance, being in the village made it feel like hell with all the people coming by. A few people bumped into her on the way. Enduring it, she glanced around these buildings. Some were clearly falling apart, with broken windows and caving roofs. Yet people still lived there. Rebekka had to give them credit for staying in there. One young boy, probably no older than ten, almost jumped enough to hit her in the face before she ducked, huddling with her basket beneath her. Never again would she take these two blocks of hell just to see something.

A small clearing came back into view, and of course, there was a tree. A rather large tree that Rebekka had to lean her head far back to see its entirety. The leaves looked healthy and so did the bark. But...Ehhhh! Rebekka, let's not look at the tree. You did not come here for this! Shaking her head she got through one more group of people, this time having to hold the basket above her head and 'dance' her way through the crowd until …

“Damn.” The most popular word came out of her mouth today. Gossip had some truth to them, but to... be an actual fact, completely different! True enough like the husband had said, a man dangled from the tree with another man just, kind of, well, standing there. Rebekka put the basket to her side again and brushed her hand through her hair. She might not be able to help him right away, not with leeches she could not. But if he was going to be hanging for a bit longer, she might as well give him tips to alleviate the blood rush to his head. Making a few steps forward, she felt something beneath her basket, a blanket...that was supposed to cover the leeches. Whoops. At least it guaranteed more time here.

Laying it on top of the leeches, she placed it next to her when she had closed in next to the silver-haired male. She tilted her head to examine the problem and shook her head. Going between the two men, she grinned a little. “So, may I ask how you got stuck there?” It was only nice to be a polite person about this. Rather she get yelled at. If this man hanging did, Rebekka was sure as hell she'd put a leech straight on the middle of his forehead and not regret it.

[Darius Vincent]

WAKE UP TO THIS NIGHTMARE THAT WILL NEVER END†

Darius could slightly feel the atmosphere drop after his little teasing. Garsh, he hadn't meant to be particularly hateful or insensitive. But, then again, perhaps this man had had a bad day, too. Perhaps he had been there for a long time before he came along, and he finally found hope only to have it crushed by a mean guy like him. It wasn't nice of the defender of Naam to deny his right to have both feet on the ground. But he admired the man's willingness to remain with a rather kind disposition. In return, he went toward the claw weapons. Picking them up, subtly weighing them with his hands, he held them up to show the young man.

"Are these yours?

[/color]" He questioned. They were interesting, he observed. Rather unorthodox. Whereas Darius usually used a sword, he rarely saw weapons like these. He figured they might be hard to use. At least, by unskilled people like him. Close combat that would be used with these felt rather dangerous to him and was totally out of his league.

At the arrival of a new person, Darius suddenly turned around, a practice that had been drilled into him. Hear something new, turn immediately to the source. A young woman stood beside him, a basket covered with a blanket at her feet. His eyebrows raised slightly as he saw that the blanket moved as if there was a mass of wriggling bugs underneath. But he chose not to question it. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to know.

To recap, he said simply. "Seems to have been caught in an animal trap.[/color]" He approached the man, and, after advising a curt. "Careful.[/color]" he cut through the rope with a swift swipe. There wasn't much of a way to do this gently, and he genuinely hoped he didn't indirectly give the man brain damage.

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STATUS; Incomlete
WORD COUNT; 310
TAGGED; Ravis and Bekka~
NOTES; Pressuring isn't nice...

[Ravis]

Ravis toyed with the idea of attempting to make a grab at the claws that had all of a sudden been picked up and put within reach, forgetting about caution to act docile. There was a very good chance he would have tried had the man not turned around at the sound of yet another guest in this feast of laughs before he could answer. Did everybody know about his careless mistake and want to come get a glance or something. Man, people could be so freaken rude sometimes. A little help from the scarce people who walked by was all he asked, it wasn't much was it? But noo, instead they decide to go back into town and tell all their friends about the idea who was so absorbed in his trap making that he caught himself... No they wouldn't know it was his, if they did this guard probably would have heard of the mischief.

Not feeling up to repeating himself Ravis allowed the guy to retell the lie that had been fed to him. One of Ravis's better ones if he did say so himself. There was of course no need to get a swelled head, he knew that he wasn't the greatest liar, but it didn't hurt to have a little confidence in ones abilities. It made him feel a bit better to have come up with something believable this time.

The warning before the rope cut was actually quite useful. Ravis wasn't sure if falling would be like being knocked back in combat, but the two were indeed alike. Loosening before impact he caught the ground palms flat and pushed up before his head could touch the ground. He landed on his feet at first, but was quickly reduced to kneeling on the ground as all the blood rushed from his head down to his toes. The world spun for a few seconds but eventually evened out and left him light-headed, but able to at least stand without falling again. Sometimes it paid off to be an agile thief.

"Yes these are mine." Not in need of assistance anymore, Ravis was finally able to do as he pleased again and quickly snatched back his clawed weapon. "Thanks for your quick work, but lets not do this again." He said, equipping them in case something else decided to go wrong. "So." Finally taking in the new arrival right-side up, she was fairly cute, the basket wiggling questionably, but cute, "Who are you two anyway and why you bugging me?" Ravis had been here first after all, despite his need for help, and wanted these people out of here as soon as possible so he could collect his trapping materials and set it up somewhere else.

[Rebekka Syversten]

“Oh, I see.” Rebekka stated, until she saw the look on the silver-haired man's face. His gaze was at the basket to the side of her, somewhat disdained at knowing what was in there. Red creeped across her face, hoping that he would not be too worried what was in there. But seeing a sword whip out, she took a few steps, the sheen of the sword close to her. A lance or two never scared her, but a soldier that could easily take a head off – her stomach went queezy. Using the her hands, Bekka covered her stomach and looked away for a second.

No blood was falling down immediately, but the sword was going to make her a bit sick. Expecting a thump, it took her a few moments to realize that the deed was done. Where was the noise? Shifting her feet, Bekka looked at the man simple maneuver his way out of falling on the ground. Luky them, having the grace of gods on their side. If she were in the same situation, she would have fallen straight on her bottom.

But the red-head seemed to be talking to the soldier. Seemingly being ignored, that pissed her of a bit, but it might be because the man was that cut him down. Rebekka Kicked her foot forward a bit, kicking the basket by accident. It twirled a bit before coming to a stop again. Phew. But then the male had acknowledged her in somewhat by saying 'you two'. Oh, that was saying so much to her. Her light-blue eyes rolled as, she got up, calm and collected. “Well, I just heard about you from some of the locals in town. A rather old bald man told me.” A little white lie, but he would not know. But she could tell he was wanting to leave, and no way in hell was she letting him. “But that also begs the question about this tree and you... why did you get trapped up there. Since I seemed to have arrive a little late.” Rebekka eyed him, seeing if he would have a change to escape with him being questioned and such.

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[Darius Vincent]

MAIN ATTRACTION OF THEIR TWISTED MASTER PLAN�

Darius watched the man descend to the ground. He had honestly expected the young man to fall right on his head, despite his warning. But, no. He watched with interest as he was able twist himself mid-fall and land fairly safely. It reminded him of a cat. You know, if a cat actually managed to be under these circumsances.

He willingly held out the claw weapons with which he had cut the rope with out to the man. He wondered if he should ask for a permit or something. What was it that he was supposed to do in these situations? Was there a section in the handbook that dealt with civillians and claw weapons? To keep things simple for himself, he decided to make no authoritative actions. After all, what would happen if he decided to make the wrong move?

Darius refrained from turning his smile upside down, an ironic cotnrast to how the young man had turned right side up with his help, in response to the man's rather blunt question. It occured to him that the young man had merely played the part of polite and kind to lure him in to release him. He felt a flare of anger in him, but refrained from acting on it. Instead, he widened his smile, although it was rather obvious he was irked. He could just see the headline in the newspaper.

"Local Guard Saves Entangled Man Then Kills Him"

His smile grew twisted at that, and he turned his attention to the woman who had recently arrived. Darius wasn't quite sure why she stuck around. She heard about the dangling man. She came to see him. Then she stayed for the after-party? If it was Darius in her position, he probably would have just left at seeing the man get down safely.

But he wasn't in her position, yet he also didn't grace the young man with his name. However, he didn't reveal the business on which he came to this part of the village. That is, the lack of business, you could call it.

"Weird how you would take off your claw-doohickeys there, too, then step in the trap, huh?"

[/color]" Darius pointed out, being Mr. Detective Vincent. He made sure his voice was lighter, though, making it more obvious that he was joking. It was an interesting point, though. This, coupled with the young man's suspicious attitude, made Darius rather curious.

But, then again, he didn't even care for the most part.[/blockquote][/size]

STATUS; Incomplete Complete
WORD COUNT; 408
NOTES; I was this close to peeing myself...

[Ravis]

The look on the guys face as Ravis's real personality came out was priceless. For a moment he looked absolutely murderous, it was amazing. The demon actually had high hopes that this guard would attack him just so that he would have an excuse to attempt to kill him as well. Sadly there was no such luck as he seemed to gather himself together and make fun of some... recent activities.

"Hmm?" For whatever reason, the girl seemed to be sticking around just to ask him annoying questions. Hadn't the guard already explained why he was up in the tree? "Oh, I was just hanging around for kicks. As if you care though, you were just gossiping with old men before going to grandma's with your basket of cookies for grandma and wanted to see some pore soul stuck in a tree." The fact that Ravis had a soul was questionable, but whatever.

"A~and you, my good Sir." Why stop with ridiculing one person? He might as well try and push the other man into a fight for kicks. "Though I suppose I should thank you, I don't think I will since you decided to take your sweet time in cutting me down then have the nerve to start accusing me of random crap. What's your problem?" Man, it felt good to vent on other people. The girl had nothing to do with this really, but she was still hanging about and was of no use to him so he could care less about being nice.

In all honesty, he wanted to just walk away and pretend this little incident never happened, but for that they... needed... to... leave... Ravis could only hope either the insults or the possible fight would drive them both away.

[Rebekka Syversten]

As her eye twitched at the fact that he was being so sarcastic about it all, Rebekka was prepared to throw several of the leeches at him. He deserved it. To willingly and knowingly tell her that she was like a child without saying it, he deserved no mercy. To her, he was an ass. An utter ass. Like a puffer fish, her cheeks filled with air as he was off ignoring her again while talking to the soldier-man. Only an assumption on that part. Hands gripped, she took the white, silky blanket off of the straw basket. Twirling it into the towel whip, Bekka snapped it at him, hoping that it would cause him to trip and go backwards. “You. Never. Talk. To. Me. Like. A. Child.” Growling, she started to grab the leeches by their hind side. “You might have gotten help before, but you better get your ass in gear if you don't want all the blood sucked out of you.” Her eyes gleamed a reddish color from the blood going to her eyes. Hell was about to break loose if this guy did not apologize right away. She was sure of that.

Almost forgetting about the other man there, she had a creepy aura to her. Creepy in the 'Ho-crap-woman-on-PMS'. Hurling one leech straight at the red-head's face, she was readying the second to be hurled if that one missed.

[Darius Vincent]

TRUST NOTHING BUT PAIN TO GET ME THROUGH THE DAZE�

I am a nice person.

A chant, like a holy mantra, repeated itself in Darius' mind. Just in the background so that, while it wasn't his primary thought, it would be noticeable enough to take affect. His smile broadened, despite his growing annoyance. It wasn't even anger, he thought amusedly. Just annoyance, something that would eventually go away if he ignored it.

No, he thought. The young man wasn't to be taken lightly like that. He was armed, for one thing, and Darius got a nagging suspicion that the man didn't just happen to stumble upon this trap. He may look rather lanky and unintimidating, but Darius had learned to never trust appearances.

Like that woman over by his side. Darius was about to lash out with his own smart response, quite insulted by the tone of voice that he used with the soldier. At least he tried to be nice. He assurd himself that this wasn't his fault. That this man had this disposition that would lead toward problems like this. Before he could let out his remark, the woman got there first.

And, day-umn, was it intense.

Darius took a safe step away from her as she revealed what was in her basket. A wriggling mass of leeches greeted him as she uncovered the basket. His smile turned into a smirk, realizing what was about to happen. His facial expression again changed, though, when he began to feel the atmosphere change again. It wasn't just a revenge shot, her throwing a leech at the man. It was like she was freaking insane, going all apeshit crazy over him like that. His eyes widened slightly, and he again took a step away. He didn't want to make his day worse with anemia or something.

Peacekeeping skills took over suddenly, and he found himself trying to difuse the situation that he had indirectly caused. "Haha...

[/color]" He laughed nervously, about to break out in sweat. "How's about we calm ourselves here, yes?[/color]" As much as he didn't want to get involved, he felt compelled to try and make peace.

A small voice in his head, though, applauded her and cheered her on. Another one told it to shut up and feel bad. Then another wanted to tell her to throw the whole basket at him.[/blockquote][/size]

STATUS; Incomplete Complete
WORD COUNT; 377
NOTES;Hmm... Maybe I should start procrastinating today... Nah, I'll just procrastinate tomorrow. :P

[Ravis]

Ravis suddenly jumped back and took his fighting position as something stung his side. It was a well balanced stance that he'd perfected specifically around his own unique fighting style. He hadn't really been paying much attention to the woman, and by the look of her rage face she had been the culprit behind the attack. Maybe rage face wasn't exactly the right word for it though... Crazed rage perhaps? Possibly... whatever the case, he'd obviously said something to piss her off..
How fun.

Nothing good ever came from being consistent, so the sudden change in the girl from quiet gal in the shadow to freaken crazy chick was amusing. Ravis actually grinned when she took out a leech and threatened him with it. At least he could check, Get attacked by a crazy lady with leeches in her basket, off his list of things to do for the week. That one had taken a long time to check off.

Despite the woman's clear insanity level, Ravis didn't think she'd actually throw the stupid thing. She may be crazy, but she was a brave one attacking an armed man. There was something about a woman who had the guts to fight back he just had to admire. Not like that was going to stop him from dodging the slimy creature though. It must be his lucky time of day since everyone was giving him warnings, or perhaps karma giving him a break for trapping him in a tree. Either way it was an easy feat to just take a step to the right and stab the disgusting thing as it sailed by, and boy was it disgusting... the creepy thing continued to wiggle for a little bit after he'd skewered it, ugh gross. He'd defiantly have to clean the three blades later.

Throughout the whole ordeal the other man had slowly been backing away from the crazy leech throwing lady. In no way did he blame the guy or think him less of a man for doing so, a mad woman was to be properly feared. Ravis himself wasn't even about to take a step closer on where he'd jumped back out of reach of her cloth. He might be a liar, jerk, thief, crook, and many other things, but he tried to be as honorable as possible so he wouldn't fight back against a female, even though she'd attacked him and was about to again the way she drew out another blood-sucker.

"Oh, yes this is all very amusing to you isn't it?" Though he addressed the man, Ravis kept his eyes trained to the woman, watching her every move. As an afterthought he flicked his wrist to dislodge the creature from his weapon, purposely making it land at the woman's feet. He might not attack her, but he'd still be ready if she attacked him again. "Donno what you're talking about, I'm perfectly calm, she's the loon tossing around blood-sucking animals and threatening to kill people." This was true, he looked deadly calm, his face holding no particular expression except a cold, battle scarred glare. The guards attempt at peace was surprising, considering how Ravis had treated him, but perhaps peace would be the best way to get these two out of here. If there was nothing for them to fight over, they might leave. Although the only way he'd relax was if the woman put that thing she was gripping back in the basket.

[Rebekka Syversten]

As the leech soared pass his head, Rebekka saw the swift moments of a stab, pound, and smash of the poor thing. Visibly still upset, she had managed to let the second leech fall from her hand, the her hand was still cocked back to through it. She was embarrassed herself with others watching because she had lost her temper enough. The silver-haired man, though she had not caught his name, had tried to calm her. 'How's about we calm ourselves here, yes?' Yes, sure, if the other man had not constantly been attacking her self-esteem, despite it being his fault for choosing the words he did. “I'll calm down once I get a full apology.” Rebekka insisted.

The blanket had gotten soot on it, something that he mentor would be upset about. She could just hear the ringing in her ears on how she could never keep anything clean, despite slimey gook getting on it all the time. Folding it to the way it went over the basket, the fuming girl tried to focus her attention on leeches, an eye still on the red head. Rebekka was not going to let him off the hook so easily. Blood leaked to the ground, causing her to jump a bit. Glancing over the basket, she noticed the leech from the man again giving him a snide look Asshole. You complete asshole... Worst decision of my twenty-three year old life... ugh! No wonder why you probably don't get laid – unless they fall for your looks A snide thought, but hell, a time flicker of it made her feel better.

The leech dropped had smiled away from the basket and towards the 'peace-man'. Peace, peace, peace. Let's half peace. Oh, the contradicting thoughts about that since they were in a hellish war right now. But if the village had none of it, this place would be a dire hell. Feeling a small breeze on her skin, she shivered before picking up the other leech and putting it back in the basket. “You got a deal on the peace.... as long as a get an apology by this fine mister, before I whip another one of these fat, plump leeches at him." She said, a monotonous voice. If they were being deathly serious right now, she had to give it back. And by fine... that was far from the truth.