Private Tales Dizzy on the Comedown

[Valerie]

Valerie eyed him, deciding in that moment if gutting him was worth the energy or if she really did need him to have his eyes to help.

In the end she could only sigh heavily, giving him a shake of her head.

"You're lucky I do not make you smear yourself with crap." And with that, she kicked over the fire, ash fluffing out into the air.

"We'll need more wood."

 

[Kristopher Mortas]

Crouching over the fire, Kristopher thought for a while.

"Better to get as much as you can off this and then use some of the towns burnt buildings to cover our scents. We'll blend in better if we smell like the town."

He began to disrobe, his pale, muscular- and heavily scarred frame beginning to be pat with ash. He looked up at her, staking some of the still hot coals.

"Don't be shy, Templar."

 

[Valerie]

If looks could kill, Valerie would be the deadliest Templar of them all.

“If this is just a con-“ came the very serious, unfinished threat. No doubt the Templar knew countless painful ways to kill a vampire. All of which she’d do for fun if his gaze lingered too long in improper places.

She kicked out the last embers, leaving them to cool as she derobed with sharp movements. Valerie wasn’t shy. In fact, she was quite confident. One had to be to survive in the courts of Alliria and Vel Anir. Her chin remained high, his response getting no visible response from her as she began to smear herself with ash.

Let it be stated that there was nothing beneath her when it came to her job. Nothing.

 

[Kristopher Mortas]

Mission-focused or shameless, it didn't bother him all that much either way.

Unfinished threat as it was, it was received well by the Vampire- he understood what would happen if he fucked with her, or the Templars as a whole.

His gaze did linger, probably to her chagrin. But the end result was the same. He stood up, repeating her action, albeit he kept his undergarments on. His body was scarred, mangled. The attack when he was infected with the Vampire strain- he barely survived it. His entire body was cut and mangled, torn apart as a child by a menacing creature of the night.

But, that being said- he was fairly cut as far as Vampires went, in terms of muscular definition. Maybe he liked to work out inbetween robbing jewels and rich folk.

"How's your...stealth?" He said with a smirk. He was quite good at it- what with being one of the more prolific thieves around, but he wondered if trotting around in armor hampered a Templar's ability to sneak up on their prey.

 

[Valerie]

Valerie straightened, the air cold under her thigh length chemise. She only went as far as he did, leaving the blouse-y shorts on as well. It was hard for her to different the difference between her own skin and clothing by the time she was done, her soot-stained face looking up at him at his question.

"Better without armor on," she answered. Convenient, that. She bundled up her belongings, tying them to her horse. All except for her sword. The Templar took the half-length blade and bounced it in her hands, turning to frown at him.

"Why. How well can your kind hear?" It never hurt to pick for information when given the chance.

 

[Kristopher Mortas]

The question gave Kristopher a pause, while he collected his things, preparing to move. He half-turned his head to the woman, slipping his shirt back over his body, thinking for a while. He shrugged.

"Depends on the person, I guess. My hearing is fine, but I'm all about the-" He tapped just above his eyes, his yellowed, cat-like eyes giving him greater sight than any human could hope to have in the night.

He turned and noticed her choice of blade. "I would bring the bigger sword." He smiled as he gestured to his back.

"I am."