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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 6:46 am
*stalks around the bar in a mist* *wonders if she'll ever get the chance to carry out her... plan twisted * *snatches a bottle of jack to help her stay focused* 
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 2:24 pm
*finds herself passed out in her bed*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:22 pm
{{Continuing from last night...}}
*A memory begins to play out from years ago in which Miro is laying in bed with Ryzan asleep beside her, clinging to the cleric like a security blanket. He can't help but feel disgusted at seeing this moment from her perspective. stare
She smiles slightly at how peaceful he looks and lightly brushes the hair from his face, which in turn causes him to stir awake. At first, he groggily rubs his face where she touched him, but soon after his eyes open wide in shock and he shoots up*
Is something wrong?
*the dark elf turns a frightening glare toward her and grabs her roughly by the throat*
WHY!!? Why would you do this to me!!? stressed scream
*Instinctively, she reaches up and tries in vain to pry his hand away, unable to breathe let alone answer. Her kicking and struggling to break free only causes him to pin her down harder against the bed. Everything becomes blurry as her eyes well up with tears and her consciousness begins to fade, then he suddenly scoffs and lets her up. While she's coughing and gasping for air, he slides off the bed and starts looking around for his clothes, quickly dressing himself.*
Your quest for self-gratification really knows no bounds, does it? stressed
*The high elf rubs her sore neck, voice breaking and wavering as she tries to explain*
I just.... I wanted to make you feel better...
*She coughs some more and keeps her hand at her neck*
I figured you would tell me to stop if you didn't want to....
*Ryzan sneers at her, half dressed by now*
I was drunk! scream As ignorant as you are, I hardly believe you would have been too daft to have noticed that much.
*He then points a finger at her accusingly*
It is because of sleeping with you that Quortek got into such a mess and had to leave in the first place! scream And you think dooming me to the same fate he narrowly avoided would make things BETTER!!?
*Not knowing what to say to that, she just remains quiet while he gathers the last of his clothes*
My well being was likely the LAST thing on your mind if it even crossed your mind at all. You are just as selfish as you always have been.
I..... I'm sorry....
"Sorry" isn't good enough!! scream Know that I only let you live because evidence that I was your slayer would be all over this room. I only wish that some day you will come to know exactly what kind of damage you have done and that it destroys you.
*Fully dressed, the dark elf leaves, slamming the door behind him*
I guess he got what he wanted....
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:23 pm
*he smirks slightly at the final thought she added to that memory, then concentrates on finding what he was there for, searching out memories having to do with Vassnta to find out exactly what happened between them. Each one he comes across, no matter what it's of, is laced with sadness. He sees the kiss they shared in IR on Halloween, then the event that led her into kicking him out of the apartment and how she had to pick him up from the mental hospital afterward. He sees them building snowmen together, having play fights, and quiet moments when they would just sit watching videos.
Eventually he comes across the memory of a dream she had of Draa, which he initially goes to disregard, but ends up continuing to view anyway out of curiosity since there was such strong emotion attached to it. His brow furrows in irritation when Draa whispers to Miro how she was just angry at Tes for leaving her, which to him seems to show she considered what they had to be an actual relationship rolleyes He then skips ahead when the dream turns more intimate and immediately runs into what seems to be the incident he was looking for. He rolls his eyes at how she practically throws herself at Vassnta while under the influence of Liada's incense as well as how she ignores all the signs that he wasn't who she thought him to be, but at the same time, that feeling of wanting so badly for the person you're with to be the person you most desire is one he understands all too well.... as well as that dirty feeling one gets upon finding out that they've been used.
Perhaps it is poetic justice that her experience is so much like what she had done to him: being taken advantage of while not feeling quite like oneself. But while she was just the latest in a list that was longer than it should be in his case, this was a first for her, and she was taking it much harder than he'd taken his first due to her additionally feeling like she had unwittingly participated in Vassnta's murder, as well as gaining a more thorough understanding of what he must have felt like when she coaxed him into bed.
Knowing she had done things so horrible to people she considered friends was eating her up more than anything, and he found the guilt she was carrying was far heavier than he gave her credit for.*
R'zn, stop!
*he snaps back to his own mind when he hears Tes speaking to him as well as feels himself being shaken. Opening his eyes, he sees his husband looking at him with concern*
I told you I was going to call Liada in for this. stressed
*wipes the tears from Ryzan's cheeks. He could tell from the way his eyes had been flickering behind his eyelids that he was in someone else's thoughts.... in all likelihood, Miro's.*
I just wanted to get it over with...
*his voice comes out much quieter than he was expecting. He hadn't realized that the cleric's emotions would have affected him so much. Tes continues wiping his face for him and scolding him for not waiting until he finally pushes his hands away*
I... I am fine.... really.
No you're not stare
*shakes his head*
I am. Rilu'oh....
*he pauses and looks toward the door*
.... I would like to speak with her.... alone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:33 pm
(( *plays dramatic soap opera music* ninja ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:50 am
{{I think the soap opera music should be a constant in my storylines. I've probably hit every cliché they've got and then some.}}
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 10:00 am
(( Note to self, find a soap sound bite for TES. ninja ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:35 pm
A portal opens by the bar and Liada slips out in a flutter of skirts. She just got back from a business transaction in Europe and once that was over and done she felt parched and nippish. Dialing on her phone she makes an order from the JD and asks to have it brought over to the bar to dine on. Thanking the staff on the line and hanging up she goes behind the bar to make a drink while she waited.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:49 pm
{{And now, the uneventful continuation of "The Old and the Apathetic"}}
*quirks an eyebrow at Ryzan's request. Given his history of kicking Mir while she's down, especially as of late, he's not sure that's really a good idea.*
Why alone? emotion_eyebrow
Qualla, Quortek...
It is.... rather personal.
*eyes Ryzan a few moments. While whatever it was he saw in Mir's mind seemed to have struck a chord with him, there's no telling whether wanting to speak with her alone was for her benefit or he just didn't want to be stopped from saying something particularly scathing. Seeing the pleading look on his husbands face, he sighs and decides to give him a chance*
Fine. rolleyes I need to shower anyway.
*he does the security scans for their back door and the two file back in, parting ways at the guest room, though he gives Ry one final look before disappearing off into their bedroom*
*once Tes is out of sight, he quietly knocks on the guest room door*
Yathrin? Do you mind if I come in?
*it then occurs to him that he's just wearing a robe with underwear and he wishes he had thought to at least put some pants on first* crying
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:00 pm
:: opens the door for Ryzan, all dressed and ready to go. Finding it hard to look into his eyes, she keeps her gaze fixed on her own feet ::
Are we leaving soon? If... If you don't want to walk me there, I understand. You can just let me out the back. I know the way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:07 pm
(( *snickers at Ryzan's lack of apparel as she mixes her drink* xd ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:08 pm
*feels especially underdressed upon seeing that Miro actually changed out of her pajamas for once sweatdrop He guides her back into the room and has her sit on the edge of the bed, then closes the door and finds a chair to sit in himself. Unsure of where to start now that he's there, he decides to just address the matter at hand*
You cannot go back right now. It would be suicide, and I believe you know that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:28 pm
:: shrugs and folds her hands in her lap ::
I don't want to be a bother anymore.
:: looks up slightly, but still can't manage to look him in the eye ::
If you just let me out, I promise I won't trouble you or anyone else ever again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:42 pm
... because you will be dead. neutral
*sighs and leans back in the chair, lighting up another clove and taking a long drag off it while he thinks of what to say. Seeing no tactful way to start things, he decides to just speak plainly*
I.... I know what happened with you and Vassnta and that you blame yourself for it. Rilu'oh... I also know that you were using one of Liada's products. One could say that you were not entirely in control of your actions....
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