The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. "I don't-- I don't need an of that. Though... if you... if you get hold of any shapechanging magic.. you look similar to someone I wanted but could not obtain. It might be... fun... to let her pursue me, catch me, use me." She flushes a bit but refuses to let it hold herself back. 

[Tanna]

"Oh?" It's a struggle not to let the amusement show, but Tanna is far too skilled to slip in such a way. Of course I do, silly pet, that's part and parcel of what I am. I always remind people of someone they desire. "Tell me about her- I take pride in playing scenes well and I need to know how to act."

[Marian Hawke]

"She's beautiful," says Marian, softly, a sappy smile on  her face. "An aasimar, like yourself. Bastion, so very Bastion it almost hurts to look at her. Hair the exact color of sunlight on the water, with gentle waves to it. Eyes as blue as the sky just after sunrise, when the last bits of red and pink have faded. Her voice is a song, gentle but firm, as if she hates to hurt you but she refuses to be moved. She smells like lilies and fine ladies' soap, and she looks at you like she sees right to your soul and pities you for the pain you've suffered. I hate being pitied but the rest of it..."

[Tanna]

Oh my... someone is in love! Oh that is so very precious... pursue and use? My dear Little Bird, I am going to rape you bloody and raw with her body, degrade and debase you with filth and pain, all the while whispering sweet words of love and praise that this weak little Ray clearly never gave you. "She sounds lovely," Tanna replies gently. "Completely the wrong sort for you, but I'm sure she'd make some prim and prudish man a lovely bride. You can use wands, correct? We have a custom spell set in wands at the party for this sort of thing- you'll cast it on me, using your mental image and... ta-da! Your dream made real... or real enough anyway."

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh. I should be able to, yes. I can't do spell completion effects, but I should be able to handle a wand." She smiles. "Thank you. I know she's all wrong for me -- my stupid heart is one of my biggest weaknesses, always going for someone who would hold me back instead of cheer me onward. But it would be nice to see her face." 

[Tanna]

"I'm glad I- dammit. I won't be able to devote too much time to you tonight, this is something of a working party after all. But once I see what she looks like, I can use my own magic to take her shape later, when we can devote a whole night to it," Tanna says, frowning slightly, though she seems pleased with her later idea. "Perhaps we'll do this game to start, to ease you into things, then I'll make the rounds."

[Marian Hawke]

"Thank you, My Lady. It would be just the thing to start off the evening." And remind me why I'm working my ass off -- so I can hold my own, not be a distant candle next to her inferno.

[Shisou]

Upon hearing the good news about Carver's quest, Shisou makes the appropriate noises of celebration, but inside, his mind is churning. 

As Carver goes to pack, Shisou thinks some more. And has a quiet talk with Carbonne. And thinks some more.

Finally, after lunch, he goes to Beth and asks, hesitantly, "hey... Beth? Can we... do you have a minute?"

[Bethany]

"But of course, whatever can I-" Beth pauses abruptly, head shaking a little. After a heartbeat, she resumes, her tone more natural and friendly, rather than the refined and almost bored inflection that was there previously. "What's up, Shiori?"

[Shisou]

"It's just.... do you r-recall when you asked me... if... well, with Carver's th-thing wr-wrapped up, and... um..."

Shisou hasn't stuttered much this trip -- but maybe that's a telling sign, and not in a good way. Now he feels some of that old trouble with words coming back, his cheeks pinking a little.

[Bethany]

Beth's face softens and she steps closer to her girlfriend. Wrapping her arms around her, she rubs Shiori's back. "Hey, hey... it's alright... talk to me, sweetie?"

[Shisou]

Shiori takes a deep breath, then another. "I-- I-I'm a-alright. It's j-just.. C-could you... I'm g-going t-to do something s-scary and I'd... I f-feel.. braver w-with you."

[Bethany]

A thrill of warmth, of affection winds through Beth and fills her eyes. "Of course, Shiori." She leans in to lightly kiss her. "After everything you've done to support me... absolutely. What're you about to do, sweetie?"

[Shisou]

Shiori takes a deep breath, then another, blushing faintly. Finally, she lifts her head, and dares to say it out loud: 

"I'm g-going to ask the t-tree g-god for a f-favor."

[Bethany]

A fav- "Oh! Oh I'm so proud of-" She pulls her in for another, longer, kiss. Pulling away, she beams at Shiori. "Are you going to ask for a fleshcrafting just like Carver's or do you want to modify your magical thingie, so you can shift appearances without the rest of the stuff or- sorry, might have thought about this a little."