The Outlook

[Annisthyrienne]

Noisily, I make my way to the Outlook patio, dragging Pen's bed behind me, my hands tied together. I ignore the amused stares of the staff as I make my way to the bar and ask for a tall glass of cold cider.


"What? I needed a place to sleep! And I was thirsty!"

 

[dragonrazor]

You know, they make keys for those cuffs.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Alas, Dragon, this is rope. And I'm bound by more than that. Mistress Pen has my word as a semi-honorable elf. I must wait until she decides the price I must pay her for my freedom. In the meantime, I'll sleep in her bed. She won't mind that."

 

[dragonrazor]

I can pay her in magical artifacts if she'd like.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Well, you'd have to ask her about that, but I intended to work it out in trade. Maybe she would prefer magical artifacts, I don't know.

Maybe I could offer her healing or fertility treatments from my goddess. Do you think Pen would want that?

 

[dragonrazor]

Hmm. No clue.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Strides to the bar, lil black ballet flats, fitted black skinny jeans, a black ripped Cure tee....

A shot of Cuervo please and a lime.

Thanks.

 

[dragonrazor]

*sneaks in and gives Luna a hug, then sneaks back out*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Feels well hugged by dragon kin, grins, takes the shot, slaps the glass down, requests another with a crooked finger

 

[dragonrazor]

*wonders if Luna's asking for another shot or another hug*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Bar tender comes~gives another shot, sets it in front of me and brings a bottle. Places that too. I grin. Take it.

 

[dragonrazor]

So what is T3h Vulfen up to?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

In the RW? Slogging through another 5 hours of a 12 hours shift at work.

Here~seducing women, reading posts and debating language for an owed thread.

*nods*

 

[dragonrazor]

Heh. Me, I'm trying to figure out what to do for two threads, and wondering if anyone's taken an interest in any of my others yet.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

sighs, takes the shot, pours another, sucks on lime

I keep juggling my threads that i am working on...because me co-writer's disappear all the time...

 

[dragonrazor]

I know the feeling. I seem to have lost one because the writer grew bored of the role already.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hate when that happens. Right now I have a good mix. A few really good one one ones, an awesome group thing.

So I try not to carry more than I can do...

 

[dragonrazor]

Yeah. With no one posting and my brain stalled on two threads....*sighs*

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I walk slowly towards the bound elf, smiling as I see her still bound to the foot of the bed.

Stopping next to her I reach down and untie the rope from the bed, pulling it, leading her along by her bound hands, making her crawl on her knees to follow me.

"Perhaps we should talk about my price for your freedom."

I grin as a wicked thought strikes me

"Or would you just prefer it if I never gave you said freedom?"

Accompanied by a wink.

 

[dragonrazor]

I'd buy her off you. I could use an elf shamaness, after all.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I walk slowly towards the bound elf, smiling as I see her still bound to the foot of the bed.

Stopping next to her I reach down and untie the rope from the bed, pulling it, leading her along by her bound hands, making her crawl on her knees to follow me.

"Perhaps we should talk about my price for your freedom."

I grin as a wicked thought strikes me

"Or would you just prefer it if I never gave you said freedom?"

Accompanied by a wink.

*Innocent violet orbs grow wide at the suggestion. Then the words from Dragon brings a narrowing glare promising much in the way of trouble as revenge for the 'shamaness' slur. Damnit, I'm a healer, Jim, not a shamaness! echoes in my mind in the best Bones from Star Trek voice I know.*

"Mistress Pen, I.....I agreed to pay your price, whatever it may be. But we elvish love our freedom. Mayhaps a shorter term payment now, with an option for future promises kept? I can be a good girl, when I try, or naughty too, if you'd prefer that."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

*Innocent violet orbs grow wide at the suggestion. Then the words from Dragon brings a narrowing glare promising much in the way of trouble as revenge for the 'shamaness' slur. Damnit, I'm a healer, Jim, not a shamaness! echoes in my mind in the best Bones from Star Trek voice I know.*

"Mistress Pen, I.....I agreed to pay your price, whatever it may be. But we elvish love our freedom. Mayhaps a shorter term payment now, with an option for future promises kept? I can be a good girl, when I try, or naughty too, if you'd prefer that."

I consider this, having thought of something similar to this.

"And I can expect you to keep these promises for future payments?

I give her rope bindings a tug.

 

[dragonrazor]

I hate babysitting v.v *casting freeze on his neck and shoulders repeatedly*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The tug reminds her of who is in charge here, warning her from further elvish hi-jinks.*

"I'll even call you Mistress for real, if you'd like that. I will come when you call, to your space between worlds, or wherever you
prefer."

*She hesitates to allow such power as she is about to share, but decides to trust, leaning in to whisper her secret True Name for summoning.*

 

[PenIsMightier1]

A true name, a powerful thing for the fae folk to trust someone with, this is proof enough of her intentions. A smile on my lips as I think of her offer then, it is a large offer and a good price for her freedom.

"Yes Thryi, that will be your price then, mine to call and yours to call Mistress."

I pull her up onto her feet until she can look me in the eye, licking my lips.

"And a kiss, to seal your...freedom"

I lean in and kiss her deeply, flicking her soft lips with the tip of my tongue