Scene 6c
Scene 6c Devyd and Adalade (two more people in the dark)
~devyd shifts on his slab in the darkened cavern, shaking himself awake with a groan. his clothes are dusty and out of style, more at home at a veteran's day parade than anything modern. he sits up and squints into the gloom looking for adalade~ well, I woke up, what is it I was needed for?
*adalade is sitting on the floor, coming out of a trance-like state; jeans and a halter top with her hair down; she coughs hard and shakes her head violently; stands up and looks decidedly unhappy* god damn it!! i hate when she fucking does this...
~Devyd nods and shifts his weight, sliding off the slab into a roughly upright position. his hair is mussed and he looks like miles of bad road, stubble and circles under his eyes~ I wouldn't worry about it too much, I'm sure she had her reasons. but since I'm awake and talking to YOU adalade, I think you might have some inkling why she wanted me awake ~he offers his hand~ I'm Devyd by the way
well met *shakes his hand* ugh.. oh.. *turns around and grabs a sack* i do believe she picked these up for ya.. some, uh.. more modern attire
~he takes the sack and places it on the slab before easing himself back onto the slab in a sitting position~ thanks, I'm sure it'll be suitably ostenatious given her taste in clothing ~he grins, looking almost impish for a second despite his haggard appearance~ but I do still want to know what she has planned. I was kind of enjoying my gig modernizing ken's education. was helping my own out too ~he examines her head to toe for a moment with a careful eye~ Lust was right when she said you two have completely different taste in clothing. maybe I should ask your help in finding some less flashy duds ~he chuckles~
i'm sure.. to be perfectly honest i'm not sure what the bitch wants *comes out in a bit of a growl; sighs, shakes her head and her tension seems to release a bit* she's been real secretive lately.. doing things without letting me know or in on them.. she's got something up her sleeve alright.. but she's sleeping right now.. that's at least one thing.. supressing me and taking the ol' bod out for a ride takes a lot out of her
~he nods~ I'm aware, it's a lot of work for the sins to keep active, especially when sloth is feeling as poorly as he has been lately. I can't believe he was actually up and around most of the last year ~devyd reaches into the pocket of his jungle camoflage pants and pulls out several small glimmering coins~ hmm, looks like they decided to pay me for my work. I guess I can afford to buy those clothes when I decide what it is I'm doing ~he reaches into the sack and begins pulling out brightly colored silk shirts, with a wince he begins laying them out so he can examine them all~ oof, and the sooner the better.
indeed.. for the moment, i think lust wanted you to stay with me.. at the very least, i have the room.. i feel she'd prolly like to have ya close at hand anyways.. c'mon.. let's get outta here
~nods~ works for me ~he stuffs the clothing back in the sack~ I'll be happy to follow your lead, miss corsica.
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~devyd shifts on his slab in the darkened cavern, shaking himself awake with a groan. his clothes are dusty and out of style, more at home at a veteran's day parade than anything modern. he sits up and squints into the gloom looking for adalade~ well, I woke up, what is it I was needed for?
*adalade is sitting on the floor, coming out of a trance-like state; jeans and a halter top with her hair down; she coughs hard and shakes her head violently; stands up and looks decidedly unhappy* god damn it!! i hate when she fucking does this...
~Devyd nods and shifts his weight, sliding off the slab into a roughly upright position. his hair is mussed and he looks like miles of bad road, stubble and circles under his eyes~ I wouldn't worry about it too much, I'm sure she had her reasons. but since I'm awake and talking to YOU adalade, I think you might have some inkling why she wanted me awake ~he offers his hand~ I'm Devyd by the way
well met *shakes his hand* ugh.. oh.. *turns around and grabs a sack* i do believe she picked these up for ya.. some, uh.. more modern attire
~he takes the sack and places it on the slab before easing himself back onto the slab in a sitting position~ thanks, I'm sure it'll be suitably ostenatious given her taste in clothing ~he grins, looking almost impish for a second despite his haggard appearance~ but I do still want to know what she has planned. I was kind of enjoying my gig modernizing ken's education. was helping my own out too ~he examines her head to toe for a moment with a careful eye~ Lust was right when she said you two have completely different taste in clothing. maybe I should ask your help in finding some less flashy duds ~he chuckles~
i'm sure.. to be perfectly honest i'm not sure what the bitch wants *comes out in a bit of a growl; sighs, shakes her head and her tension seems to release a bit* she's been real secretive lately.. doing things without letting me know or in on them.. she's got something up her sleeve alright.. but she's sleeping right now.. that's at least one thing.. supressing me and taking the ol' bod out for a ride takes a lot out of her
~he nods~ I'm aware, it's a lot of work for the sins to keep active, especially when sloth is feeling as poorly as he has been lately. I can't believe he was actually up and around most of the last year ~devyd reaches into the pocket of his jungle camoflage pants and pulls out several small glimmering coins~ hmm, looks like they decided to pay me for my work. I guess I can afford to buy those clothes when I decide what it is I'm doing ~he reaches into the sack and begins pulling out brightly colored silk shirts, with a wince he begins laying them out so he can examine them all~ oof, and the sooner the better.
indeed.. for the moment, i think lust wanted you to stay with me.. at the very least, i have the room.. i feel she'd prolly like to have ya close at hand anyways.. c'mon.. let's get outta here
~nods~ works for me ~he stuffs the clothing back in the sack~ I'll be happy to follow your lead, miss corsica.
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