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Trog's Second Floor XII

Once you walk upstairs in Trog's Tavern, you find yourself looking down a long hall at a series of doors. Each room has one to four large beds in it, a desk and chair, and a couple of chairs at a small table. And also a bathroom.

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The Bushranger

...and Amist giggles, rolling out of bed and skipping over to Alex to give him a rather naughty kiss.
Obscurejones

He returns it relatively demurely.  Relatively being the operative word.
The Bushranger

Of course. Twisted Evil

About the time they might need to come up for air, Amist steps back with a smile. And a sigh.

"Better head out, I guess. Wouldn't want you to get fired."
Obscurejones

He shrugs.
It's only a matter of time until Mel fires me.  Probably while trying to kill me.
The Bushranger

"So...that would be a literal 'firing', then?" Amist quips with a smirk.
Obscurejones

Probably a literal disintegrating.
The Bushranger

"Maybe I should put a sign around your neck. 'No Disintegrations'."
Obscurejones

I don't think it'd sway her.  You're welcome to try though.
The Bushranger

Amist laughs, and tries to give Alex a tight hug. And a passionate kiss.
Obscurejones

He returns the hug but ducks the kiss.
The Bushranger

That earns him a playful bap on the head.
"What, you're going shy on me?" the half-drowess teases.
Obscurejones

A little bit.  Have to make sure you'll still respect me in the morning.
He smiles innocently doing his best Alexis impression.
I'm not just a piece of meat.
The Bushranger

She actually blushes at that.
"I know. And you do have my respect," she says with a nod, stepping back.
Obscurejones

He raises an eyebrow, doing a poor job of hiding his incredulity.
The Bushranger

She looks into his eyes, her voice serious.
"Dos inbal jous dosstan khurzon, wun jala vaartur, jaluk abbil - jalil abbil."

("You have shown yourself worthy, in any form, boyfriend-girlfriend.")
Obscurejones

Bel'la dos.  Leza d'Ilythiiri... Kluthak kleel.
It's not that hard to sight read.  Razz
The Bushranger

Razz
Amist's smile grows, and she goes to give Alex/is another, more tender hug.
Obscurejones

He returns it softly, running through his encyclopedic knowledge of ritual.
The Bushranger

She sighs softly. Lets go and steps back.
"I would keep you here hours longer, but then you would get fired," Amist says, grinning.

(And I must sleepzzzzzzzzz...)
Obscurejones

He shrugs and goes to get dressed.  Taking his time in case she changes her mind.
The Bushranger

Amist flops on the bed, legs in the air, and admires him as he dresses.
Obscurejones

He's still as fit as he's been.  Grabs himself a shot from the minibar.
The Bushranger

She wolf-whistles. Waves. Motions for a shot of her own.
Obscurejones

He laughs and tosses her one of the tiny bottles.
The Bushranger

Amist grabs one - and her kukri, left on the table, flashes, neatly removing the top of the bottle.
Obscurejones

Alex raises an eyebrow.
That's... violent.
The Bushranger

"Maybe. Also fun."
She grins, and gulps down the shot.
The cut, it might be noted, was perfectly smooth.
Obscurejones

Alex scoffs and heads out the door and down the stairs.
The Bushranger

Amist relaxes in bed with a smile!

Her player must sleep.
Obscurejones

And Amist is once more pulled towards her room by a depraved madman.
The Bushranger

Indeed she is.
Grinning merrily and keeping up with every step!
Obscurejones

Once in the room, Alex dives for the minibar to make the customary Shadows.
The Bushranger

Amist, for her part, stretches languidly out on the bed, head propped up on one hand as she watches him.
Obscurejones

Alex's first few attempts freeze solid before he tries mixing in a few ingredients from a DLB.  Sips the resulting experiment.  Grins and hands one over to Amist.
The Bushranger

Amist grins back, sitting up and accepting the drink, taking an experimental sip!
Obscurejones

It is to a Black Ice, what a DLB is to a beer.  Make of that what you will.
The Bushranger

Needless to say, the cold is enough to make Amist shudder and spasm with just one sip, her eyes wide, then a look of bliss sliding across her face...
"Gods...this...so good...
Obscurejones

Alex takes a sip of his own, notably without the same shiver.
Glad you think so.  Might try to get it on the menu.  Any thoughts as to a name?
The Bushranger

"Icy Doom," Amist replies, recovering her wits a bit from the freeze.
Obscurejones

Huh.... I like it.  Dark, but fitting.
He takes another sip and starts to unbutton his vest.
The Bushranger

Amist stretches out on the bed and takes another sip, moaning in delight from the icy effects!
Obscurejones

Alex slips out of the vest and takes another sip.  Smiles down at Amist.
Bit deep already, aren't you?
The Bushranger

"I can always go deeper," Amist says with a grin, setting the glass on the table next to the bed and shrugging off the upper part of her dress.
Obscurejones

Alex raises an eyebrow at the shrug.  Moves to remove his own shirt.
The Bushranger

She tosses the dress aside, nothing beneath it but her smooth, gray-toned skin, which she poses to show off for him.
Obscurejones

He admires for a moment.  Laughs.
I hope you don't mind, I'm not much for posing.
The Bushranger

"I prefer action to posing, myself," Amist purrs, grinning at him and rising to finish disrobing.
Obscurejones

He moves to help her, taking some time to run his hands over her skin, appreciating.
The Bushranger

She closes her eyes, glad for both the assist and the appreciation, murring quietly at his touch.
Obscurejones

He smiles softly, and frost flows from his fingers, tracing intricate designs over her skin.

Can she detect magic?  Twisted Evil
The Bushranger

Only if she knows to be looking for it. Twisted Evil

The half-drowess shivers pleasurably, squirming under his touch.
"Mmm. You're good at this..."
Obscurejones

He nods, rather focused on finishing the binding spell.  They're rather tricky to get right.
The Bushranger

Amist is far too much enjoying his frosty touch in order to notice any spells. And she squirms, shivers, and even moans a bit as he works.
Obscurejones

The frost starts to spread out from the sigils.  Amist might notice her squirms becoming a bit sluggish.
The Bushranger

She does a bit. But either she doesn't care to comment...or she's simply finding that causing her to enjoy things more. Twisted Evil
Obscurejones

And when the sigils have settled into a white sheet covering her body they began to grow off of her body, covering her in ice.
The Bushranger

Her eyes widen a bit at that, and she starts struggling!
But, it seems, is still oddly excited by the whole thing.
And tries to ask what he did...
Obscurejones

He doesn't speak as the ice spreads and grows, encasing her in a solid block.  When it's complete it turns clear, leaving Amist a frozen statue encased in crystal.
Binding spell.  Didn't want to kill you, can't have someone else killing you or using you.  Took the middle path.
The Bushranger

Her eyes lock on his, glaring through the ice as she finds herself unable to move her nude figure.

He might be able to tell she's trembling inside the block as much as she can, and it isn't just cold, a part of her is almost enjoying this. Twisted Evil
Obscurejones

He laughs and taps the ice.
So, is it the restraints or the cold you're enjoying?  Just for future reference.  Glare once for the first, twice for the second.
The Bushranger

Somehow, she manages to glare once at Alex.
Her body perfectly on display for his admiration.
Obscurejones

Well that's adorable.  Can't be tied down emotionally, but it's thrilling physically?
He reaches for his shirt and vest and starts to get dressed again.
The Bushranger

She'd nod but...block of ice!
So she just settles for watching him and squirming as much as she can against the restraints.

She'll get him back for this! Twisted Evil
Obscurejones

Of course she will.  It might just take her a while.

Once dressed he starts sketching out a circle of chalk around the block.
The Bushranger

Hehhehheh....

She keeps struggling, well trying to anyway.
Watching as best she can the circling!
Obscurejones

When it's done he whispers a charm into it and they fall through the resulting hole in the floor.
The Bushranger

Whoomf!

Off they go!
The Bushranger

Later...

Cepheus comes upstairs, and sets about settling into his room. Then unrolls his maps and starts pondering the route from Town, to the Dacha.
Obscurejones

Assuming this was the young man from downstairs there's now a raven on his shoulder.
The Bushranger

Indeed it was.
And he looks up in surprise at the raven!
"Oh. Hello."
Obscurejones

Afternoon.  How are you?
The Bushranger

"Less surprised than I should be to find a talking raven on my shoulder." The young man chuckles softly. "Of course, considering my ancestry..."
Obscurejones

Can Raven's smile maliciously?
Do go on.
The Bushranger

He doesn't seem to notice...
"Quarter brass dragon."
And some drow in there, too. Rather further back.
Obscurejones

Huh.  Brass... Are they the talkative types or was that copper?
The Bushranger

"Definitly the talkative, gregarious types. Grandma Mirage was as social as they come," he says with a chuckle.
Obscurejones

Boss likes bronze then.  Picked up a few charms from them if memory serves.
The Bushranger

"Interesting. So what may I call you, hm?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Obscurejones

Huginn.  But don't spread it around.  Most people just go with Raven.
The Bushranger

"And do you have a sibling named Muninn?' he asks, curious.
Obscurejones

Sister.
The Bushranger

That gets a pause from the young, white-haired man.
He blinks.
Starts to say something.
Stops.
"...huh."
Obscurejones

The Raven blinks at him.
What?
The Bushranger

"I never realised from the legends that you weren't a couple of boys hanging out with Odin," he says.
Obscurejones

The Raven shrugs.
No one asks.
The Bushranger

"...fair enough. So, ah, if you're here, does that mean Odin the All-Father is as well?"
Obscurejones

Nah, just a pale imitation.  But he's working on it.
The Bushranger

"The question is, is that a good thing or a bad thing...."
Obscurejones

Oh, probably bad.
The Bushranger

"Indeed."
He shrugs, looking back over at his maps.
Obscurejones

The Raven tries to get a sense of what they're looking at.
The Bushranger

They're showing the Town (vaguely due to its ever-shifting and changing nature) in the centre, with the somewhat more stable Woods and Mountains outside, and he specifically seems to be studying a route to a building marked on the map with a castle symbol.

"Dacha Russkij".
Obscurejones

Your castle?
The Bushranger

"My grandparents'," he says proudly.
Obscurejones

So... Why are you staring at it?
The Bushranger

"Hoping the path isn't too overgrown after all this time," he admits.
Obscurejones

Then bring a machete.  Or a high powered undead.
The Bushranger

"How about a gauntlet of infinite fireballs?"
Obscurejones

... Fire spreads.  But if you're not worried about collateral damage, it'll work.

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