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The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

Started by Marian Hawke, Dec 13, 2018, 07:17 pm

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Tethras Clan

"Of course," Zevran murmurs, sneaking glances at her as he works to get her free. "Captain Isabela, I think you partner said? I rather like the name, it certainly suits you." Isabela, Isabela... why is that... nagging so?
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"Thanks! I chose it myself," she snarks, rubbing her wrist. 
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

Clicking off the last leg clamp, Zevran offers a smile- and the spiked club he'd taken from the guards. "Do you have an exit in mind or shall I? I would like to slip upstairs for my things if we have the time." A pause. "And possibly set it on fire."
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"My original plan didn't take me here at all -- though I've been asked to keep an eye out for a missing toad?" 
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

"Lovely," Zevran says cheerfully, offering his hand. "Then might I have the honor of accompanying you to a spot of burglary and arson? He normally keeps a cache in his office here..."
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"I would be honored," she says, gaily, taking his hand. "Steer clear of my lips, by the way, I've got a poison powder on the far side of my lipstick." Not that it did much good.
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

Zevran shrugs a little. "I doubt it would work on me, but good to know," he replies cheerfully, studying her lips for a moment. Why is she so familiar? "Could... Beg pardon for a strange request... but could you let your hair down for a moment?" he asks slowly.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"I would have thought you'd be eager to get back to your not-girlfriend," she teases, but she pulls her kerchief off, shaking her hair loose for a moment before she puts it back up, neater this time. 
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

Zevran raises an eyebrow. "Not-girlfriend?" he asks curiously, then goes still as her hair comes down. "Ma'bela?" he breathes out in disbelief. 
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"Oh, Beth's sister keeps calling you her boyfriend," she laughs. "It's sort of a thing." She breezes past the recognition, looking for Vig to ensure he's not injured. "Lovely girl. I'd almost found you without her help, but she gave me the last few pieces. Not that I wouldn't have fucked the sister without the intel, but it was good to see my efforts rewarded."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Vigile

Vigile seems to be missing, though the sound of voices coming from the same hallway Zevran and he can come down a moment ago gives a good idea of what he's up to. 
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Tethras Clan

Zevran doesn't seem to hear a word of it, just staring at her. "You're... you made it. You look..." He shakes his head slowly, eyes wide and a little bright, voice awed and stunned.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

She slips off the table, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Of course. I'm Isabela," she says quietly. "I survive. I conquer. And I pay my debts."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Tethras Clan

"It was never about a a debt... it was about hope," Zevran whispers softly, leaning against her hand. "Isabela, huh?" he asks after a moment, voice leveling out. 
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Isabela

"Maybe not, but I owe you my life anyway," she says, quietly. "Come on. Let's get you safe, and this lipstick scrubbed off. Then we can talk."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

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