-sitting in the corner of the tavern, a cigarette holder held lightly on the palm of her hand and in between her thumb and index. She brings
the end of it to her mouth, taking in a drag, legs crossed, leaning back against the old chair-
-steps into the tavern, fully armored, hand resting loosely around the hilt of his sword, looking around a bit before spotting the red head
woman, sitting with lax in her chair, walking over to her- I hear you are the one with information I seek.
(( TIME TO RP WITH SELF FOR A MOMENT ))
-she sits up in her seat, unfolding her legs, both elbows on the table, the end of the holder clamped between her teeth- Si Messere Borgia.
-she takes a moment to examine her new guest before resting back in her seat, taking another drag-
I am looking for someone, not to hire for my personal work, but someone to protect my sister. I need someone who will kill without a second
thought, and knows what he is doing. -shifts his weight between his feet, fingers loose around his sword still-
Well then... I have the most perfect person. Quite strong. He'll be hired at a pretty penny, but he is perfetto. -eyes close slowly before
reopenning in the direction of where Bastiano is-
reopening* lol ))
-he turns to follow her gaze, looking around amongst the newly rowdy, drunken crowd forming at the bar counter- Who?
-sits up, nodding once in Bastiano's direction- Him. The one who sticks out like a sore thumb. Some say he's killed a man with a single
finger; and that he can pull a full grown tree out of the ground. All I know.. is he's named Bastiano de Luca. -cheeky grin-
(( okay, I'll just uh... say what happened up to that point, so...bear with me here))
*MOMENTS EARLIER*
(( YOU ARE GROOVY BB ))
*he sat at the bar, trying his best to enjoy a quiet drink. It never ended well when he tried to do this, as some idiota always managed*
*to disrupt him, which usually led to a fight. Tonight was no different, especially since he could see, out of the corner of his eye, Dama*
*Rossa sitting in her usual spot. He knew her talented tongue well, and not only for how well it spun tall tales. As predicted, a man*
*approached him to his left, reeking of inebriation and listing to the side as testament of how many drinks he'd had. He clapped a hand*
*on Bastiano's shoulder, leaning close and staring at him as though trying to figure out what he was* "Heeey, you're that guy!" *the*
*drunkard slurred* "I hear you're undefeated, and you once tore a man in half!" *Bastiano rolled his eyes. These rumors were really getting*
*out of control. The man continued to drunkenly yammer at him until he said what Bastiano had heard a thousand times before*
"Ya wanna prove it?! Huh, big guy?!" *the drunkard leaned against the bar and delivered a weak punch to Bastiano's arm. Bastiano downed*
*his drink and stood up with a sigh, towering over the drunk idiota. He cracked his knuckles before looking down at the man, an extremely*
*bored expression on his face as he punched the man in the face, a sharp, quick blow to the nose. The man was sent sailing backwards, and*
*just as it was every other time, a group of about twelve drunken compatriots of the man clamoured forward to avenge his broken nose*
(( okay, that's when Dama Rossa pointed him out XD ))
(( WOO <3 i love you ;; ))
(( I LOVE YOU TOO ))
-he watches Bastiano do his THANG, a smirk creeping over his face- Oh, I see. -claps- Very well indeed. -voice raises, loud enough for it
to reach the other side of the bar-
-she grips the cigarette holder once again, faking a grin, the end of it held tightly between her teeth, watching Bastiano with her head
tilted downward some-
(( did he address him at all, or should I just make him fight the guys? <.< ))
(( I mean, he didn't say anything to call Bastiano's attention, right? ))
(( just applauded and clapped towards him, but no.. he didn't. Maybe the clapping can catch his attention and the smokinhot-er catchy
expression on Dama's face? ))
(( Okay, well, I'll just have him kick the guys' asses and then look over when Cesare claps, because I can see this fight ending quickly ))
(( also since it's sort of a simultaneous thing happening, it works out ))
(( Alright <3))
*raises an eyebrow, looking around at the men* I'm sure it's pointless to try reasoning with you cazzi stupido, but if you don't want to
look like your friend on the floor there, I'd suggest you leave. *naturally, the men don't listen. Instead, they rush forward, swinging*
*fists wildly and hoping to hit something. Bastiano steps to the side, three of the men fighting each other now instead of him as he*
*focuses his attention on the others. He dispatches two simultaneously by sending both of his fists out to hit both of their faces, then*
*ducks as another guy tries to hit him with a chair. The chair sails through the air over his back, hitting another drunkard who falls to*
*the ground. The man who hurled the chair starts to apologize to his buddy as the three who were fighting each other finally realize and*
*attack Bastiano, who dispatches them quickly. It's only a matter of moments before there's only two drunkards left, one charging blindly*
*at Bastiano and the other looking at all the men on the floor, groaning and clutching their noses or stomachs. Bastiano grabs the man who*
*charged at him by the neck, lifting him off the ground. He shakes his head with an annoyed expression on his face as the man grabs at his*
*wrist, making choked noises. Bastiano rolls his eyes* Get out of here, and take your amici with you. *he drops the man, going back to the*
*bar and dropping a bag of coins on it, looking at the bartender* Sorry for the ruckus...again. *he looks over as he hears clapping, seeing*
*that Dama Rossa had been joined by another man, who was apparently impressed by his handiwork. Sighing, he walked over to the duo, hand*
((oops, forget that "hand" ))
*Sighing, he walked over to the duo, crossing his arms and addressing Dama Rossa* Your rumours are starting to get out of hand, Dama Rossa.
Bastiano.. -she leaned back, ash falling from the end of her cigarette and onto the floor, one hand pointing towards Cesare, ignoring his
statement- This is Cesare Borgia. He is interested in having you as a body guard for his petite little sister.
-her eyes grew narrow as the ends of her lips curled into a smile, looking between the two guys-
*somehow knew she would avoid the issue, as usual. He looks to Cesare* Is that so?
Ah, she is correct. I am interested. I will pay a healthy sum too and you will have board and food as well. You see, a couple of accomplices
of mine had gone mad and tried to have me killed, or.. injured. I do not need protection, but my sister I am more concerned about. -hand
drops away from his sword, eyes staying focused on Bastiano's face- I do not need anyone to be near or to harm her. -his expression growing
more serious and stern- She means the world to me.
-switches out the butt of the cigarette in it's holder with a fresh one, lighting it, placing her free elbow on the back of the chair, c
crossing her legs once again, watch them-
watching* ))
*scrutinizes Cesare for a moment, considering. He nods* Capisco. Protecting a woman shouldn't be difficult, and I'm hardly going to deny a
"healthy sum," as you say.
How about... 5000 ducats to seal the deal with? Then, in a sense... -thinks- 100 florins a day, but paid once a month? -crosses his arms in
an attracted reflection to the other, a smile on his face-
-eyes widen at hearing such a crazy sum of money, but keeps to herself, her blue eyes drifting to the side, lost in her own thought-
*glances furtively at Dama Rossa, seeing her eyes widen. He suppresses the urge to smirk, opting instead to lift his shoulders in a gallic*
*shrug* Sounds fair.
(( A man of few words XD ))
-stands quickly, but then gains her composure- And a fee, for the information Signore Borgia? -raises a brow, trying to stand most
seductively-
-eyes briskly glance over at her, without blinking, he tosses a small pouch of florins onto the table- Grazie, /donna/.
-clicks her tongue at how crass his actions are, scooping up the pouch, attatching it to her belt- No... the pleasure is /mine/.
-looks back towards Bastiano- Shall we take a look over the castello, to get you familiar?
*he raises an eyebrow at the mention of a castello, but doesn't address it directly* Va bene, messere.
(( Oh geez. I am falling asleep! Shall we continue tomorrow? I can escort bastiano to the castello, then if we resume tomorrow, then
Kitty shall be on, and then they can meet ))
(( Okay! <3<3 ))
(( I love ya baby! ))
LET US GO. -tra la lala, skips over to the castello with Bastiano-
(( Also I'm sorry he's so laconic! ))
(( I love ya too Bekkaboo! ))
(( and it's ok! <3 ))
... *doesn't skip. Simply walks*
-dies-
(( Have a wondrous night my love <3 ))
(( You too <3 ))
((UGH. ALL OF THIS. I LOVE IT))
(( YAYS ))
(*( AH. AH AHAH I'M HOME ))
(( EEEEEEEE! ))
(( <3333 ))
(( K I'LL GO. MY TURN ))
-arrives at the castello, opening the doors to the entrance- Welcome to our humble abode. ((OH GOD SO SHORT ))
((BABY!!! <33333333333333333333))
*allows his lips to curl into a smirk* Hm. Humble indeed.
(( EVEN SHORTER OH GHAD ))
*derping around the castello. When she hears Cesare enter the building, she walks to the entrance hall. Seeing the stranger with him, she
freezes and quickly looks him up and down before turning her attention to Cesare* Welcome home, brother. ...Who is this? *she studies
(( SUP SUGARPLUM. ))
Bastiano more closely, noting the sword at his hip and the dagger in his boot*
This, sister, is Bastiano de Luca, your new body guard. Do not fret my love. -smiles- Bastiano, this is my sister, Lucrezia Borgia. Please,
(( Sword on his back! On his BACK ))
feel free to look around and do as you please.
(( CALM YO TITS ))
((SORRY. I FORGOT WHERE YOU SAID AND I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO GO TO THE OTHER PLURK. YOUR TITS. COOL THEM.))
((Did I get the dagger right?))
(( I'll calm her tits ;D ))
(( Yes, dagger in his boot. But the sword on his back is so crucial to him being even manlier ))
(( Because when he draws his sword, he has to flex his bicep :3 ))
*slightly surprised that Cesare has found a replacement for Faustina (/sobs) so quickly, she continues to study him curiously, not hiding
(( BRB ))
her interest in him*
((Hurrrrr))
((I like that thought))
(( Manly men. hurrdurr make me giggle. I like mine slightly a weenie. AKA Cesare hahha ))
-he flips off the metallic discs on his armor, releasing the cape, setting it on a side table, followed with unbuckling the leather hatches
on his torso armor, removing it, and placing it on top of his cape, smiles to himself- He proved himself in such a short amount of time. And
you know it's hard to impress me, isn't that right.. Lucrezia?
*returns her attention to Cesare and nods, smiling* He certainly must have been impressive. How did he impress you so?
(( BACK ))
Just a few things.. here and there. -looks at a portrait hanging on the entry hall, adjusts it to be more straight-
(( WELCOME BACK ))
*just sort of stands there, arms crossed, looking at things, I suppose* ...
(( XD He doesn't talk much ))
*her curiosity not satisfied by his answer, she turns again to Bastiano, and bows her head slightly* It's a pleasure to meet you, signore.
-fuck what do I do- Lucrezia, mind showing him around the castello?
*inclines his head a bit as Lucrezia speaks to him, responding simply with* Incantato.
(( BASTIANO Y U NO SPEAK MOAR ))
*frowns slightly at Bastiano's reply, then nods to Cesare before speaking curtly to Bastiano again* Follow me. *heads off down a corridoor*
(( Incantato translates to "spellbound" but I mean it as "charmed." ))
(( THANKS PLURK FOR NOT LOADING THOSE PAST ONES FOR ME. wtf seriously ))
*uncrosses his arms, letting them fall to relax naturally by his sides, following Lucrezia*
-I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH CESARE-
((um. NOR DO I ;n; ))
(( ._. ))
*she leads him through the castello, announcing each room as they pass it, occasionally glancing at him as she walks, studying him more
closely, noting clothing and the small tattoo on his hand*
*apparently not wearing his gloves. He follows Lucrezia, taking note of each room she announces, making a map of the castello in his head*
*the entire time he looks rather impassive, looking at most mildly interested*
((Ahaha, sorry bb ;; I keep forgetting things about him))
(( funny that it so far seems to be his clothes XD ))
You don't talk much, do you?
*he raises an eyebrow, looking at her* Not when there's nothing to say.
(( Good job, Bastiano, you said...SIX words! That's more than you've said ALL DAY ))
-um. in the kitchen, preparing a light snake/drinks LIKE A LITTLE BITCH sobs IDK. I'm so sorry. I was pumped now i'm braindead-
(( a light snake. ))
OH SHIT SNACK* ))
(( LOL ))
(( I LOVE SNAKES. MY UNCLE HAS one. they are awesome ))
(( Snakes are awesome ))
*she mimics his expression* You're not going to introduce yourself a little?
Your brother seems to have introduced me just fine. What else do you need to know?
My brother told me your name, and that he had employed you to protect me. I know nothing about you still. If I am to spend so much time with
you, I want to know more about you.
*crosses his arms, shrugging dismissively* Anything beyond my name and my duty is not pertinent. But what about you? *steps closer, looking*
*her over* Why does someone who leads such a comfortable life need protection?
*feeling intimidated by the inches he towers over her and his gaze, she steps back a little* I may have money, but that doesn't secure a
lifetime of safety from your enemies.
*smirks ever so slightly* Fair enough.
(( Ces: -wearing an apron, glasses on, holding a tray of snacks and tea- You guuuuys. Tea time! ))
(( Bast: ... ))
((Buhyoo ;u; That image is so cute))
(( Hahaha. I really haven't a clue what to do. You guys, I won't be offended if you want to "establish" them. I could lurk and draw :] ))
(( ;n; sorry bb.))
(( Don't apologize! :] ))
(( ;A; ))
(( I really want to draw 8| I'm tired of having my Malfatto/Caha drawing unfinished D': ))
(( hate spending so much time on something and not finishing it. PLUS. I hunger ;u; but I'll be right here! ))
*raises an eyebrow at his short reply and sighs, setting off again down the corridoor* Why do you have a tattoo?
(( And if plurk fucks up and doesn't notify me, Bekka, you can text me 8D ))
(( Okies <33 ))
((/caresses))
*frowns, looking down at himself and realizing he forgot to put his gloves back on after the tavern brawl. He clears his throat*
I was a... sailor.
*feigning interest, she raises her eyebrows a little and cocks her head* A sailor? Have you seen many countries?
(( LAME RESPONSE INCOMING ))
*looks at her flatly* Yes.
((OH GOD BASTIANO. YOU ARE REALLY WORKING LUC'S PATIENCE. XD))
(( HAHAHA XD He really isn't a talkative person at allllll ))
*sighs resignedly, and turns away from him as best she can whilst walking in the same direction as him, crossing her arms and frowning*
((BB. HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET SOME SEXUAL TENSION ALL UP IN HERE?))
(( If she says something that can be interpreted as vaguely sexual, I'll have him make a deadpan joke? ))
(( Or if he has to protect her from something, like... a falling chandelier, he'd push her against the wall and stand in front of her ))
(( all protective like ))
(( you know, she'd have her back against the wall and he'd have his arms on either side of her and stuff ))
(( :3 ))
((... a falling chandelier? XD Not sure how that would happen, but okay 8D I think maybe some deadpanned jokes first, then the improbable
chandelier?))
(( Well, it doesn't have to be a chandelier. It could be rocks. Or a gargoyle. Or...something ))
((IT SHALL HAPPEN SOMEHOW. Maybe they can walk outside and a branch falls or something. Conveniently when they are near a wall))
((... now I need to think of something almost-sexual to say :/ ))
(( Hahahahahaha ))
(( Hmmm... ))
((I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING))
((ARGH))
(( Maybe something about tongues? "What use is your tongue if you don't speak?" "What indeed. *leer* " ))
((AHahahahahahahahahah YES. So saying that right now))
(( HAHAHAHA, okay! XD ))
*she looks at him briefly before huffing and looking away again* What use is your tongue if you don't speak?
((She needs to kind of like him some point though ;; ))
(( OH MAN. "What indeed" or "There are plenty of uses for tongues that don't involve words." ?))
((HM.The first is more obviously innuendo... the second is more gentlemanly... so she might like him better if he says that?))
(( HMMM... ))
*raises an eyebrow at her, suppressing a smirk and remaining straight-faced as he speaks* There are plenty of uses for tongues that don't
involve words.
(( Dama Rossa: I WOULD KNOW ))
((Ahahaha XD))
(( HELL YES SHE WOULD ))
(( Bastiano's tongue is only slightly less talented than Dama Rossa's ))
(( 8] hhahaha. D:Man I want to develop Dama Rossa more.. or an OC or some shit ))
*looks at him in shock, briefly making eye contact with him before quickly turning away, a blush forming high on her cheeks*
(( 8D Dama Rossa does need to be filled out a little more... But OCs are so fun... ))
*regaining her composure, she glances at him quickly before attempting to resume the conversation* And why are you no longer a sailor? How
(( I haven't created an OC since... 2006 or 07. I AM OVER DUE ))
did you come into this line of work?
((I AM DEVELOPING AN OC. HE IS LAME /SOBS))
(( I have no idea what I'm going to make, just know it's a templar. AS USUAL OF COURSE. ))
*leading them outside!*
((Mine is kind of a templar by association 8D))
(( Dammit, I don't know why he stopped being a pirate... ._. ))
((He probably wouldn't tell her anyway... just have him skirt past it?))
(( DON'T FRET. This is why we RP. to develop your character :] ))
(( Ok food and stuff. If you guys need me, text! ))
((okay! <3))
*dryly* I started getting paid to fight.
*they are now in the gardens of the castello, and she is getting thoroughly fed up of the conversation. She sits down heavily on a bench and
pointedly sighs*
*stands near the bench, arms crossed, surveying his surroundings*
(( Ooh, they could walk in the town and get attacked and he could save her? I don't know why she would get attacked, but HE might XD ))
((Ooh! Yeah!))
I can't see our relationship developing at all if you won't talk.
*slightly taken aback by her words, he stares at her for a moment before laughing*
Scusi, signorina, but...I was hired to protect you, not to develop a relationship.
(( XD He's going to be a little bit of an ass at times lololol ))
*frowns, offended by him laughing at her* So we are to remain in silence at all times, are we?
((It only makes him more ~alluring~))
*raises an eyebrow yet again, looking at her skeptically* From what I've seen of your character in the past fifteen minutes, signorina...
...that would be impossible.
(( PFFT ))
*raises her eyebrows* And what is /that/ supposed to mean?
((OH BASTIANO. I DO SO LOVE YOU.))
*plaintively* You like to talk.
*her frown deepens for a moment before she rises from her seat, storming off through the gardens towards the town, not bothering to wait
for him*
*follows silently, though he smirks as he watches her walk ahead of him*
(( DAT ASS ))
((Ahahahahahaha XD))
((So. I assume he must find her attractive? Physically, if nothing else?))
(( Indeed! ))
(( Bast: I've got a thing for blondes ))
(( XD ))
((8D))
*continues to storm forwards, rounding a corner as she enters the town, slipping from his field of view*
*frowns, walking a little faster to catch up and keep her in his line of sight*
*hurriedly walking through crowds, snaking in between people. She passes a group of men who hold no inhibitions when it comes to letting her
know what they think of her body. She pauses for a second, horrified, then hurries on, now flustered and with worry etched on her face*
*sighs, looking around and deciding to take a shortcut to close the distance between them*
(( I could see it happening like... She ends up cornered by ruffians and then Bastiano appears out of nowhere and just kicks ass ))
(( because he took a shortcut ))
(( XD ))
((YES.))
(( Also...it's going to be a while before he draws his sword. He'll just beat people with his fists until some REAL shit goes down ))
*as she navigates her way through the streets, she realises that the group of men have followed her, and glances around her quickly,
(( And then it'll be like "OMG WOOOOOAH SHIT" ))
searching for an escape route only yo find them all blocked by the strangers. She freezes, trapped liked a deer in headlights, wringing her
hands in worry*
*to
((damn it))
(( what a time for my mum to call me >.< ))
((Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo))
(( Uuuugh, why does she have to yammer about shit I don't care about?? 
))
))
((Because she is a mother. Unfortunately, they're very good at that kind of thing -n- ))
*drops down from above, landing in a crouch in front of Lucrezia. He stands slowly, looking around at the men and cracking his knuckles*
Gentlemen.
(( pfft. I was just about as talkative as Bastiano just now. "Okay, well, get some rest." "Hm." "Feel better." "Uh." "See you" "Yep." ))
*backs herself into a corner, trying to get away as best she can. Each of the men turn to Bastiano, making it very clear that he isn't
welcome in the situation. One of them steps towards him* What do you want?
((Ahaha XD Oh dear. Bastiano. Such a bad influence))
(( *shrugs* Hey, it got her off the phone XD ))
*chuckles a bit, shaking his head* You don't seem to know this dance. This is the part where I cut in, and you fuck off.
(( ooh, we get to see a slice of snarky Bastiano ))
((Eeeeeeee! I think I like him like that!))
How about you fuck off? *the one who seems to be their 'leader' steps forward again, his hands balling into fists at his side* We just wanna
say hello to her.
*raises his eyebrows* È così? *looks at all the men, stepping forward to loom over the 'leader' of the little gang* Somehow...I find that
a little hard to believe.
*standing his ground, his face contorted into a sneer* Yeah? What's your interest in her, eh? You gonna follow her down a quiet street, have
a little fun?
(( "Your mother didn't complain" ))
((OOH.))
(( ...Really quite tempted to say that, actually ))
((Go for it!))
*smirks down at the man, lowering his voice so only he can hear* Your mother certainly didn't complain.
*he snarls, and immediately throws a punch to Bastiano's face, strong, but without skill*
(( -walks back in- Oh! You guys still at it. -scurries back over to photoshop- ))
*grabs the man's fist just before contact, making the man hit himself in the face with his own hand*
((Yup! How's the drawing foing, bb?))
*going
((Ahahahahahah Bast! XD))
(( XD couldn't resist ))
(( Well.. I ate leftover stew and watched a very hilarious episode of Top Gear.. So.. no progress.. until now hopefully! ))
Cazzo! *blood begins to fall from his nose. He wipes it on his sleeve before motioning for his cronies to make a move, which they do
immediately, all four of them moving in towards Bastiano, circling him*
(( Couldn't ;; I still have 3 episodes left of 15 and all of 16. but it was the caravan episode. Dear god I laughed so so very hard.))
(( Oh man, that one is hilarious! ))
((Oh man. Some day, we're all sitting down together and watching Top Gear.))
(( YESSSS ))
(( YESSSSSS. That would be amazing <3 ))
*looks at the four men circling him, looking unimpressed. He gestures for them to come at him (bro), his stance relaxed*
*two of the men surge forward, attacking enthusiastically, one at either side of him*
*grabs both men, one with each hand, by the shirt front. He uses their misplaced momentum to send them crashing into each other*
*as the two swear colourfully as they collide, the other two bound forward, one grabbing Bastiano arm and wrenching it behind his back, the
other man landing a solid punch into Bastiano's jaw. This whole time, Lucrezia has been trying to shrink as far back as possible from the
fight*
*taking the hit to the jaw, he frowns, looking at the man who just hit him* Who taught you how to fight? Your grandmother? *he swiftly*
*punches the man with his free arm, hitting the man with the hold on his arm in the face with his elbow as he does*
*with all five men now injured, they share a glance between them before the leader speaks up* Leave it, lads. That posh fica isn't worth it.
*he speaks to Bastiano as he begins to back away, following after his men* You bastardo! I hope she gives you syphilis. *he runs off, down
an alley and into the town. Lucrezia steps out from her corner slightly, but continues to look frantically worried*
*hmphs, shaking his head as he turns to face Lucrezia. He takes a few steps towards her* Are you alright?
*she takes a deep breath that does nothing to calm her nerves and nods. These recent weeks have had far too much violence for her liking,
and she cannot seem to escape it. She steps forward towards Bastiano, standing awkwardly in front of him as her hands shake minutely*
*looks down at her, furrowing his brow. He contemplates possible courses of action before speaking* ...You shouldn't wander off.
You shouldn't have angered me. *the tone of her voice doesn't match her words. When she speaks, she sounds small, scared*
(( HAHAHAHAHAHA ))
(( BUHYOOO ))
((""ahahabuhyoo"?? You can't laugh and then buhyoo! XD))
(( I was laughing at a mental image and buhyoo-ing at Luc ))
(( Because I had a mental image of Bastiano randomly hugging her and twirling her around and saying "YOU'RE SO KYOOT" ))
((Oooh, do share this mental image?))
((THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE 8D))
((If only it could happen without Bastiano having a personality transplant XD))
(( Yeah, if I were to translate that into Bastiano's current personality, it would be... ))
(( Bast: *puts his hand on her head, tousling her hair slightly* Okay, lets go. ))
(( "..." ))
((Buhyoo, still cute!))
*crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at her* Perhaps you should control your temper, then.
(( there's a lot of eyebrow raising with him... ))
*still too shaken, she cannot react in any way other than to look up to him briefly with scared eyes, and to latch onto his arm tightly*
... Can we go home, please?
*slightly taken aback by how thoroughly shaken she is, he nods, uncrossing his arms to make it easier for her to cling to him. He then*
*proceeds to escort her home*
(( aw, vulnerable Lucrezia is so cuuute ))
*she relaxes slightly when they exit the town, but continues to grip his arm tightly. She is silent until they reach the gardens of the
castello* ...Thank you.
*nods in acknowledgement of her gratitude, still as laconic as ever, dammit*
*leading him into the castello, she finally lets go of his arm* ...Did I show you your room before?
(( ...did she? <.< ))
((no ;D))
((Also, she is so not coming on to him.))
((well.))
((not really.))
(( hahaha! well....you know...we do control time, so if we want...we can do a couple of time lapses ))
*he shakes his head* No, you did not.
(( jump forward to a few more deadpan innuendos, then to the one sided argument, and then maybe to the kissy kissy))
((8D okay!))
(( WE CONTROL TIME. WE CAN MAKE A FEW WEEKS OR A MONTH OR TWO PASS IN SECONDS ))
*woo, shows him his room so he can settle in properly. Then goes to calm herself*
*I am the best rper, shut up*
*says nothing*
((So. Timeskip a few days?))
(( Yes, a few days to the next innuendo, yes yes yes ))
A few days later: ~~~ ooh
((er. I need to think of something that could be thought of as vaguely sexual ;; ))
(( SHOULD THEY BE IN THE LIBRARY? I THINK THEY SHOULD BE IN THE LIBRARY. 8| ))
((8DD OKAY))
(( Bastiano could be reading while Luc tries to find a book she wants to read. And she'll say something and he'll make a joke without ))
((even looking up ))
*in the library!, carefully reading over a small book. She is relaxed, sitting back on a plush seat as the sun shines through the window,
striking her ~beautiful golden hair~ causing it to shine*
*also in the library, reading a book while also keeping an eye on Lucrezia with her shiny golden locks, ooh so pretty*
*he is located mostly in the dark, with a sliver of sunlight shining across his eyes, making them gleam like molten silver when he looks up*
*oh, so dashing*
(( XD ))
(( I suppose if they want to have innuendos they could start talking about swords
))
(( and I also just thought of a time for Luc to see his tattoos, just not up close ))
(( As in, if he does some fight training to keep up with his skills and happens to take off his shirt to do it <.< ))
(( WHAT IF HE AND CESARE SPAR, OOOH ))
((why would Luc start talking about swords, though? OH wait. I thought of a vague reason. Okay. What's your tattoo idea?))
(( did plurk not show it? ))
(( what I said about sparring and training? ))
(( and taking his shirt off? ))
((THAT WOULD BE AWESOME))
((THAT ACTUALLY NEEDS TO HAPPEN))
(( 8D ))
((uh. When can that happen? Are we going to do anything else tonight?))
(( We can do that whenever we want! WE CONTROL TIME ))
((8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD))
((TIMELORDS))
(( OH YES. ))
((So, rampant innuendo?))
(( RAMPANT INNUENDO, YES ))
(( ALLONS-Y, ALONSO! ))
((Then Ces and Bast can get their training on and Luc can just swoon over them))
(( *fistpump* OH YEAH ))
((OKAY. LUC. TALK ABOUT SWORDS))
*every so often, she glances up from her book, as if in thought, and studies Bastiano for a few seconds before returning to her book. After
several repetitions of this motion, she studies him for longer, and speaks* Do you carry your sword with you all the time?
*turns the page in the book he's reading, not looking up* Yes.
(( BASTIANO. SAY MORE WORDS ))
BASTIANO. SAY MORE WORDS ))
*by now, she is used to his laconic ways, and is not put off by his curt response* And what about when you sleep?
(( "I wield a different sword in the bedchamber." ? ))
((Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha))
((OH GOD))
((BASTIANO.))
((MAKE HIM SAY IT. DO IT.))
*his eyebrows raise slightly, though he doesn't look up from the book* I wield a different sword in the bedchamber.
*she lets out a short laugh, half amusement, half disbelief* I've no doubt about that.
*turns another page, the tone in his voice rather disinterested, as though speaking about the weather* Do you spend a lot of time thinking
about my sword, signorina?
(( XD ))
((Ahahahahahahahahahaomg))
*she is stunned into silence for a minute, then laughs*
((... I know what I want her to say, but it seems way too daring))
(( Hahaha, what is it? ))
(("Is it not for my benefit? *pause* You were hired to protect me, after all"
)
)
((gdi, plurk))
(( "I'm sure it would benefit you, yes. But I've yet to whip it out." XD ))
((Ahahahahahahahahahahaaaa))
((oh my god. Would they be that daring?))
(( I don't know.. perhaps not this soon, but.... )))
((but?))
(( It's just so tempting...but it wouldn't make as much sense as it happening a little later. Like, after the sparring. ))
(( Though she could be brazen enough to say "Can I see it?" and he'd show her the actual sword, and she could say ))
(( "It's so big!" XD ))
(( "Si, you must truly know what you're doing to wield a blade as big as mine." ))
(( "You must be very good, then!" "I've never had any complaints." ))
((Yeah... okay, more brave after the sparring. For now... I shall go with your idea ;D ))
(( HAHAHA, OKAY XDDD ))
((NO. I CAN'T DO IT. LUC IS BRAZEN. SHE IS FUCKING FIERCE. I CANNOT HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITHOUT HER TURNING THE INNUENDO UP TO ELEVEN))
(( HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ))
*she is stunned into silence for a minute, then laughs* Well, is it not for my benefit? *she pauses for a moment, smiling at him, amused*
You were, after all, hired to protect me.
I'm sure it would benefit you, signorina... *looks up, the sun catching his eyes and making them gleam wickedly for a moment before his*
*gaze returns to the book* ...But I have yet to even pull it out.
*she raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence* Do you think there will be cause to?
(( I just thought of a great scene between these two where he has her up against a wall and they're more or less nose-to-nose ))
(( and she's glaring at him and he's smirking and saying "You know you want me." ))
((YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS))
(( Dang, I can't think of a response to that last one... ))
((Sorrrrrryyyy))
(( "Only if you give me a cause" maybe? I don't know... ))
(( Or "Only if the need /arises/" ))
((hm.
((His answer could be completely straight. Kind of "I can't be sure" kind of thing. No real innuendo?))
(( Yeah... then they can spark up a different one I guess? Or not, or whatever. ))
*turns another page* That has yet to be seen.
*she studies him for another moment, her eyes slightly narrowed as she thinks. She then suddenly stands, placing her book on the seat, and
walks over to him, leaning over him slightly* Can I see it?
((Leaning over him to see the sword. Not just showcasing her breasts))
(( Uh huh, sure ))
((8D))
*he looks up at her, his gaze only momentarily lingering on her bosom as he does so. He closes the book and stands, reaching up over his*
*shoulder to grab the hilt of the sword. He unsheathes it deliberately, then holds it out for her to see, the blade resting flat against*
*his left hand as his right supports the hilt*
(( somewhat like this one: www.swordsofmight.com/im... ))
(("... MY brother's is bigger.")
)
(( ASDFGHJKL NO IT ISN'T ))
*glances up and down the blade, not really interested at all* Hm. It certainly is impressive.
((IT ... MIGHT BE.))
((/sobs))
*looking at it somewhat fondly* Yes, though it's more impressive in battle.
((No, you're entirely right. I'm sorry Cesare))
(( Hahahahahahahahhahahahaha ))
*catches a small smile on his lips, and cannot help but smile too* Do you fight well with your sword? I have only seen you use your hands
thus far.
*lifts his eyebrows slightly, the small smile on his lips shifting to a barely detectable smirk as he sheaths the sword*
I've never had any complaints
((There is no innuendo-laden reply to that.))
((uh....))
*studies the sword for a while longer, before her gazes falls onto the tattoo on his hand. She touches it lightly with a fingertip* ... Did
it hurt to have that done?
*shrugs a shoulder* Not really, no.
(( -wanders in from nap- =n= ))
((Love! <3))
((Er. Sorry Cesare.))
(( =n= whaaaaat happened? ))
((NOTHING))
(( =n= don't nothing me. ))
(( ;3; ))
((I love you, though!))
(( -just read your note- Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ))
(( -too lazy to backtrack- ))
((Oh! Cesare and Bastiano need to spar together!))
(( I GOT THAT TEXT. TELL ME ))
((Nothing has happened, really. But. There was some sword-based innuendo.))
(( lol oh you guuuuyz. Come child.. speak with me. -arm around you- ))
((And we decided that Bastiano's sword would probably be bigger than Cesare's. ALTHOUGH LUC WAS GOOD AND SAID CESARE FIRST))
(( 8| ))
(( Yeah, Bastiano saved Lucrezia from some thugs, then they hung out in the library and had some innuendo ))
(( And then she asked about the tattoo on his hand and he returned to his usual silent-type self ))
(( Yeah. Bastiano's is bigger. XD ))
(( And I went to la-la land 8| ))
(( I just kind of passed out, waiting for my laptop to cool down. managed to text you "Nap. So tired ;;" ))
(( Yeah, I got that just as my phone died ))
(( In which I got the one about sword fighting. -inappropriate giggle- ))
(( Hahahahaha ))
((But but but))
((You guys))
((You need to spar!))
((Then I can check you both out *eyebrow waggle*))
(( Yes, and maybe Cesare can be intimidated by my wicked tats. ))
(( Cesare does not get intimidated unless you are a crazed loon wanting to perform a lobodomy. 8| well. that's more frightened to hell. ))
((D: /sobs *pulls him into a hug* No no no no no. ;n; ))
(( INTENSITY ))
(( Hahahaha. Yeah, Bastiano isn't crazed, loony, insane or infirm (actually, he's quite firm LOL) ))
(( He's completely sane ))
(( hadsfakjhfk hahha FIRM ))
(( XD Caught that, did you? ))
(( -totally was correctly someone's Italian, then it caught me- hahaha XD I love you Bekka ))
((ohgod))
(( Totally was correctly someone's Italian? ))
(( CORRECTING. I'm still tired.. ))
(( I dumped sweet tea all on my leg and the counter when I went to go get some 8| ))
(( Aww, don't do that ))
(( ;D I need help cleaning it up. ))
(( -cue music- ))
(( DAMA ROSSA AND BASTIANO, YOUR TALENTED TONGUES ARE NEEDED ))
(( ;DDDDDDDDDD OH BOY ))
((*chokes on drink*))
(( SO. SHIRTLESS SPARRING, Y/Y? ))
(( HERE AND NOW Or new plurk? ))
(( WHEREVER, BB, WE CONTROL TIIIIME ))
(( It'd probably be a day or so later ))
(( I'LL START ONE THEN. ))