Open post of Crackplot

[cursed_bent]

Valen doesn't look very different, except for the gards. The gards are completely gone. He's ten years younger, just seventeen, still the young and brash soldiering boy. He's wandering around, getting a feel for the place and somewhat reassured by the differences from the mansions that he was used to. Whatever it is, it's interesting, and at

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[skewedeyes]

There's a Felix leaning against a wall, hips shifted out. He eyes Valen and a little grin starts on his face that grows to a full fledged lascivious one. He shifts to draw attention to himself. "Hey, sir," he says, almost archly. "Looking for something?"

[cursed_bent]

Valen catches the grin and the attitude and grins back as he openly checks out Felix, though there's a regretful tone to his voice as he replies. "Something," he agrees, "but I've not seen anything that I could afford." He's not got two coins to rub together in his pocket and he knows what Felix is looking for.

[skewedeyes]

Felix does grin, more. "Hey, I'm working for myself. Don't mind giving out somethings to handsome things like you."

[cursed_bent]

"Really now?" He grins back as he moves closer. "That's certainly generous of you."

[tomboy_22]

He might come across 27 year old Anita, then, who will double take a bit - where the hell did those guards go? - and smirk.

Dude - he looks young as hell.

[cursed_bent]

Valen raises an eyebrow at the smirk but gives her a smile. And he might check her out. Just a bit.

[tomboy_22]

Check her out? She's, like 10 years older than him. Eeeew.

She's flattered, though. And clear her throat. "Hey."

[cursed_bent]

She's not that old though, and she's probably not the oldest. Though some of the circumstances were probably a little different. "Hi."