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    Post by Cetus on 25th January 2019, 5:01 pm

    Cetus strolled down the street of Oak Town. It felt rather strange to be walking without his mask. His golden eyes brought more than a few stares. However, his mask was associated with his identity as a Hidden Blade. He wasn't allowed to wear it into public. As he needed a few tools, he was hence walking through the town without his mask. The shark man was drawing a few other stares as well. They looked strangely heated but Cetus couldn't make heads or tails of them. Did the women - and that one man- want something? Were they angry with him? He looked down at himself. His legs were sheathed in blue cloth. The pants tightly hugged his lower body and were light, allowing him to move with ease. His chest was covered by a wife beater that showed off his powerful arms. Cetus had chosen to keep his feet bare as well. There was no telling if he would need to fight.

    Speaking of which that was another reason he was in Oak Town. It was the best place to find ancient, powerful magics. Given that the White Court was rather recognizable, Cetus realized he needed another magic. When not in his Hidden Blade uniform, he could use the second magic to further mask his identity. It would need to be something unlike his White Court contract. Otherwise someone might draw a parallel. There must be some fairly ancient magic he could use. Perhaps it wouldn't be too much trouble to revive a Lost magic. It might even be fun to have two unique magics.

    One of the girls was approaching him. Cetus frowned unsure as to what she wanted. His hand went to the knife on his back. Some mugger had tried to threaten him. Cetus was sure he was still alive somewhere. The man was merely missing two fingers on his right hand. A tiny snack. Hmmm, he was hungry. There were a few restaurants in town. He'd look into them after getting his woodcarving tools. The girl had stopped in front of him. She was wearing a flimsy top that barely covered her chest and pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally, Cetus could see everything. It was disgusting. She was doing it for attention only and... and now she was leaning over. The shark man resisted rolling his eyes. For the gods, why did she dress like that? If she was going to make her chest fall out of her shirt anyway, she might as well have gone without one.

    "So..." Cetus nearly gagged at her sickly sweet tone. That couldn't be her real voice. There was no way. If it was, he'd being doing her a favor if he killed her. "You're new in town. Do you need someone to show you around? Are you looking for something specific? Or are you looking to have a good time" She winked at him, fluttering her eyelashes madly. Cetus struggled not to scowl. He needed to appear friendly. Thankfully, now he understood what she wanted. He supposed he could. Maybe. If her voice wasn't so damn irritating and there was a point to it. Sex was just another tool. Cetus let the warmth bleed from his eyes as he smiled at the girl. She blanched stepping back a few steps. "Thanks but I found what I was looking for."

    The shark man pushed past the idiot female. The store he'd been looking for was just ahead. Sanctuary. The horny mob wouldn't walk in there. It was full of wood dust and sharp objects. They'd be coughing when they tried to seduce him. Actually that might stir some kind of amusement inside his chest. He'd welcome the try if only to see if he could be amused. Cetus paused at the door. Was anyone following him?

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 27th January 2019, 6:07 am

    The streets seemed endless as Pandora literally struggled to keep herself going; if being immobile wasn't already bad enough, this road was made out of cobblestones. And if there was a pair that didn't go together, it for sure was the pair known to be stability and cobblestones. She'd honestly been losing her patience stabbing her cane inbetween the many small crevices between the stones, hoping to get some more grip when leaning into her cane. The power she exerted to grip her non-magic-infused cane made her knuckles turn white, but she'd rather do it like this than to ask for help. Despite having opened her heart not too long ago, the redhead was still wary of strangers in even stranger places. And Oak town, although a quaint town, had such strange places within its small confinement. Pandora couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for this town to be leveled if she'd actually used the magic within her cane…. each and every tap with it could literally tear apart an entire street without batting an eye. Shaking her head Pandora dismissed the thought; after all, destruction wasn't quite what she'd come here for.

    It had been more than 10 years since she'd last visited Oak Town, but recalled a multitude of woodwork shops and carpenters had settled their businesses here. And back in the day, those people had been skilled beyond measure. Now she actually needed their expertise and skill, she hoped at least a handful of those were present still, to take upon her request. Sporting her usual kimono and the skull-patterned jacket hanging around her shoulders, Pandora had taken note of several non-comforming eyes looking her way. Of course she didn't look the part of an innocent visitor passing through town; if it weren't her clothes it would probably be the large scar adorning the left side of her face, with the glass, square eyepatch covering it. She was quite certain some might've wondered why she was even walking around with a cane, and they'd probably be more understanding if they knew of her handicap. But that was the point of wearing this kimono; it hid the fact she was missing her left leg almost perfectly. Because who would take note of the two remaining inches between her clothes and the ground actually missing a second foot, when the rest of her appearance was figuratively slapping people in the face for their attention? Not that she quite minded looking a bit more badass. It kept unwanted company away from her.

    And talking about unwanted company, it seemed like she wasn't the only one who had issues with that. As the warrioress turned the corner, as per the directions she was given earlier on, found herself looking upon such a scene unfolding in the distance. Not that she could properly pinpoint their faces, as said distance still covered about three dozen meters, but she could make out the crude silhouettes of their clothing as she made her way down the street. She wasn't particularly interested in the scene, but with nothing better to look at found herself taking note of the situation. The woman was eccentric, to say the least, and didn't quite hide that she functioned as a lady of pleasure, trying to find her clientele upon these cobblestone streets. The man, although he could look the part of said clientele in her eyes, did not seem to be so fond of the woman addressing him. It wasn't his attitude that betrayed him, but more the way he didn't act that made Pandora come to said conclusion. He seemed to be done talking to the frivolous woman when there was only a dozen more meters between them, and went on his way. Pandora couldn't help but take a gander at the two; the woman looked disappointed, whereas the man… well, she couldn't quite point that out as she was looking upon his broad back. His attire; a tight-fitting wife beater and a pair of pants tight enough to make Pandora mentally nod in approval to the sight.

    She had to suppress a chuckle as she shook her head. Not that she couldn't appreciate the overall beauty of Mother Nature's creations, but now was not the time to think of that. Although she couldn't help but wonder how Kessicia would look in such tight pants. A goofy smile snuck upon her face as she continued walking with that thought in mind, and soon enough found herself at her destination… safe that she wasn't the only one in need of being in said particular shop. Pandora looked up and realised a man was blocking her path, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. The moment the man turned Pandora couldn't help but look surprised, as she stared him straight in the eyes for a the briefest of moments. ”Well look at that… golden eyes.” Pandora thought to herself, blinking. His cyan-colored hair had an intriguing model, and she noticed the man was only a tad bit taller than herself, and to be honest, the man looked quite menacing appearance-wise. The woman nodded her head in a polite greeting before speaking. ”My apologies sir, but I need to be here as well.” she said, motioning towards the door behind him with her free hand.



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    Post by Cetus on 28th January 2019, 4:13 pm

    Cetus wasn't expecting the tap whatsoever. He'd paused at the door to collect himself. Perfect opportunity for the Order of Law to strike. The knife's handle was cool against his palm. When a secondary, actually harmful attack didn't come, Cetus turned around. His eyes locked with one pale red eye. Then out of habit, his eyes dropped to look at the ground. Or more specifically, the woman's foot. She was missing at least part of her leg then. It must make it hard to fight. Clinically, Cetus took in the woman standing before him. Kimono, which hid her deficiency though he couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. Cane for stability, might also serve as feigned weakness. Leather jacket with skulls, likely either an act of being tough, liking the look or a mixture of liking it and being a real badass. Long flowing red hair in a pony tail, either indicating confidence or ignorance for battle. A glass eyepatch--strange--covering what looked like a scar. She'd seen battle that was for sure. A physique--rather a chest and waist combination--other males might find intriguing. Or perhaps the correct word was arousing? Cetus wondered what it might be like to feel that way. His parts all functioned but nothing had really peeked his interest. Many males claimed 'it' had a mind of its own. Cetus had never been bothered by such inclinations. Those males were simply weak.

    Cetus stopped his perusal of the woman, his eyes clinical. "Of course Ma'am." He opened the door to the shop for her. It was a strangely polite thing to do and it brought a small smile to his lips. The shark man debated taking things another step. One of his hobbies was woodcarving. Well sculpting with various materials. It would be quite the challenge to create a functioning leg for this woman. He could see a few functional designs already, provided she allowed him to take on such a task. "Mayhap are you looking for a leg, Ma'am? I happen to be quite the crafter, if I do say so myself. I'd be happy to help you out in exchange for a small favor."

    His mind was rapidly working. If this connected to that and that went there, maybe... Then add a lacrima based propulsion system on top of it... the leg was already coming together. He wanted to make this thing. However, there were two things he needed. Cetus knew never to do anything for free. First, given his recent recruitment into Hidden Blades, he wanted a new magic to mask his involvement in the guild further. While this woman wasn't a powerful mage, she was still magical. A little help in obtaining a new magic wouldn't go amiss. Second, he needed to see the wound or stump or whatever she had that he could attach it to.

    Cetus stepped into the shop after the woman. He stepped aside so he wasn't crowding her and put his hands behind his back. It gave him better reach of his weapon. It might have also made his muscles bulge a bit. "I would need to see what's left of your leg in order to make you a new one. The favor is merely helping me find a magic." Cetus debated the merit of acting helpless. It had somewhat in the past. The idea was discarded swiftly. He felt the flickering of some emotion deep in his gut. There was a... joyous anticipation of creating an all new leg for this woman. Cetus resolved to examine that feeling later. There was something else he should do for sake of politeness. "I also would like to know if you merely want a simple leg or if you would like me to add various features to it. I can do either if you wish. I can also surprise you if you'd like."

    The shark man looked around quickly. Where were the carving tools? Ah there. He could grab them whenever. His eyes roved the rest of the shop. What else was in here that he could use? Some redwood would make nice outer sheathing if reinforced with a lattice of metal. There was also a lacrima-infused wood he could use. It was rather expensive but if it served as the core, Cetus might be able to make the leg autonomous. A few extra pieces could then power any extra features he might add. Cetus' eyes lit up when he spotted a barrel in the back corner. Stygian Duskwood was the name on the sign above it. The price was high but it looked like there were a fair few planks in there. He could make a fair amount of autonomous limbs using that. A smile, a real one, crossed Cetus' face as he looked back at the woman. His pointed teeth glinted in the light. This project was stirring feelings and giving him a challenge. He was going to enjoy it.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 6th February 2019, 12:26 pm

    Unlike her expectations, the cyan-haired man did not only move aside but also held the door open for her to pass through. Somewhat of a welcome surprise after the man had seemingly taken a gander at her feet… or rather, the missing one of those two. He'd been subtle about it when looking at the floor after turning around, but Pandora had grown used to the gazing upon the things she was missing. They had a piercing quality she couldn't come to describe with words alone, but nonetheless, she always noticed when people stared. Not that she was bothered by it; so as she thanked him with a small nod and walked on, stepping into the store. It was then that the man suddenly spoke up again, obviously directed at her person, and mentioned whether her intentions were those of looking for a leg. Pandora slowed down and halted in the next three steps she took, a grin playing on her lips. She didn't turn around as she replied the man. “Do I look like a pirate in need of a peg leg by any chance, hmmm?” she said, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous glinster in her eyes. She was joking, obviously, but couldn't help it. This was the first time someone had inquired about her leg without prior knowledge of it, so in all honesty the warrioress found herself slightly perplexed at the same time.

    ”But,” Pandora continued after a brief pause, turning around to look the man straight in the eyes. “You got quite the eye to discern my needs from a mere glance,” Pandora spoke, not quite confessing that it was indeed the reason of her visit. Yet at the same time, she did not deny it either. “But your guess isn't entirely wrong either, as that's indeed what I'm looking for.” She didn't add more to those words than she deemed necessary, and looked the man up more intently, realising it to be the same man as she'd seen earlier on the streets. He followed her into the store and moved to the side, arms firmly behind his back. She had no idea what exactly the use of taking that posture was, but taking note of his well-trained muscles bulging as he did made her wonder if he wasn't trying to contradict his handiness with his brawn. The man then started talking about his plan; how he'd have to see her leg to make sure what to make, how she wanted the design to be, and what exactly he wanted in return for his services. The way he started looking around the atelier for wood, with a seemingly knowing, keen eye for the many variants present. It betrayed his passion and craftsmanship, which pleased the redhead.

    “Although your offer sounds very tempting, I'd rather set some details straight first… what sort of magic are you looking for to learn, exactly? I wouldn't want to accept an offer I cannot return in kind.” she replied in kind, getting a bit closer to the man, and leant onto her cane as she watched him work his mind. ”And perhaps some names might be in order too, seeing that if I were to accept, that'd be the least of formalities we'd have to get across. I'd at least wish to know the name of the one who's gonna be looking at what's underneath these humble clothes of mine.” A teasing wink accompanied the grin that spread across her face, but be it only briefly before she got herself back in line. ”Anywho. Pandora Dagger, pleased to make your acquaintance, mister…?” she moved her weight a bit more and extended a hand towards the cyan-haired man.



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    Post by Cetus on 7th February 2019, 2:29 pm

    Cetus frowned at the woman's response to his question. The look in her eye when she looked over her shoulder was confusing as well. What did pirates have to do with this? Or peg legs for that matter? Peg legs were for missing lower legs and he hadn't even seen the injury yet. Or was she referring to the strange glass eye patch she was wearing? Did that make her a pirate? Maybe this woman was a pirate lost far inland and looking for a leg to make it back to her ship. Cetus wasn't quite sure. "I merely extended the offer as I saw a chance to challenge myself, ma'am. I'm not sure what pirates or peg legs have to do with this situation. If you are a pirate or want a peg leg or a combination of both, I didn't mean to offend in any way. I can easily make you a  peg leg if you wish though it would be a disappointing use of my talents." Cetus finally replied, deciding the truth was the best way to go. His face was perfectly composed as he spoke, belaying a sense of seriousness to his words.

    The woman's next words kept Cetus off balance. Had her previous statement been a joke then? It must have been. So he'd made a fool of himself already. He moved uncertainly from foot to foot. How did one interact with people? He wasn't quite sure he knew how anymore. This woman had thrown Cetus' entire self confidence under the bus with only a few sentences. After a brief pause, the shark man launched into his plans for her leg. It seemed the safest option at this point. No need to further embarrass himself. The shark man quickly forgot his embarrassment as he lost himself in his enjoyment of carving, of crafting.

    The shark assassin listened carefully to the woman's concerns regarding his offer. That was all well and good. It was natural for her to have some doubts. What he found surprising was that the woman wasn't trying to wiggle out of it but was making sure what he was asking for was within her reach. Intriguing. She got a bit closer which nearly caused Cetus to cock his head. What was the purpose of getting closer? They were already at a respectable conversing distance. He ignored it so as to pay attention to the rest of her words. Names. Right, he'd forgotten that was a custom. What name to use? And why was the woman winking/smiling strangely? Was there something abnormal about looking at what you were working with? Perhaps she was trying to make this a carnal thing. Cetus wouldn't mind, she wasn't bad on the eyes. However, he knew what a woman's body looked like. It wasn't like he was a virgin. The assassin's mind spun trying to make sense of this woman and her words. Mechanically, Cetus extended his hand to take hers. "Caimileir. No last name. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Dagger."

    Cetus shook himself once to get himself back on track. Those thoughts weren't helping. They were useless and therefore must be discarded. "The magic I'm looking for is a Lost version of the Ancient song magics. I've done a fair amount of research into the Lost version and I believe I've pinpointed the libraries where the tomes for it might be. Failing to find them there, there are two museums I've marked down and three ruins that hold the key to this magic. You need do little more than help me search. If we fail to find anything, I'll make your leg and be on my way without complaint. Of course, I will give you a way to contact me so that I can do maintenance and update the leg should you wish." Cetus pulled a map of Cedar from his belt. He'd marked down all the places he needed to visit upon it. Hopefully the Lost magic would be in one of the first few sites. He'd rather spend his time training in the magic rather than looking for it. Cetus spread the map out for Pandora to see. This would give her a better idea of what her end of the deal entailed.

    "Take your time deciding. I've got all day." Cetus said despite his impatience. He wanted to find the Lost magic and work on Pandora's leg as quickly as possible. "Any insight you might have would be greatly appreciated by the way. I haven't been to this town before." Not entirely true given he'd assassinated some offical's son a week back or so. It had been a message to the official to pay his dues to his loan sharks or else. It had been rather disappointing with the target crying, snot and tears everywhere as he begged for his life. It'd been a favor to the world, putting him out of his misery. "Anything you want for your leg in particular would also help immensely in planning it out. While you take a look at that, I'll just be purchasing some supplies and some tools." Cetus slipped away, intent on grabbing as much Stygian Duskwood as he could. He returned rather quickly. The wood was in a large box he balanced on his shoulder. A bag in his other hand held the tools he'd come for. "Well? Will you take the deal or should I find another use for this wood?" It came out rather more brusque then he'd meant it to. He was making it clear he didn't talk to people all that often. Not a weakness he'd wanted to reveal. However it was too late now. Cetus peered at Pandora as he waited for her answer.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 24th February 2019, 3:12 am

    ”Caimileir… an intriguing, yet rare name to come across. And just so you know; if there's no last name for you then mine doesn't need to be included either. Pandora is just fine.” she replied as she shook the hand short but firmly. When Caimileir expanded more upon her side of the deal, how she would only have to help him with finding the tomes for learning this magic, and how if they found nothing she'd still be given the leg he promised her plus a way to contact him in case of needed repairs or updates, she blinked. “That sounds like a win-win situation for me, in all honesty. I'd be a fool to decline… or to accept without expecting ulterior motives, at least. Pandora whispered the last bit underneath her breath, just moving her lips in a single sigh rather than actually speaking the words. The man seemed reliable at least, but she couldn't take the offer without expecting outward danger… especially in her situation. If he was working with them, then this would be the perfect ploy for an ambush. Then again, if it weren't and she passed up on this golden opportunity, she'd regret it forevermore. She really needed a handy craftsman to fashion her an artificial leg. If anything she could carve the lacrima herself, but to equip it into a handmade model of a prosthetic leg… no. She could do many things, but she wasn't superwoman.

    Pandora listened further as Caimileir kept on talking. “Hmmm… lost ancient song magics, you say? I recall a thing or two about one of my guil- I mean, friends to have a similar magic among their arsenal. She did tell me about where she'd been looking…. you by any chance have these places you mentioned marked down on a map?” Pandora questioned, and was promptly shown a map the man pulled from his belt. When he spread it open for her to see she stared at it for a good while, letting her fingers run across the smooth parchment as she followed the imaginary leylines within Cedar. Not that they did not existed, but they were never truly written down officially. Yet she did know a few people who'd spent their lifetime finding and scribbling them down… and she in turn has taken her time learning them by heart. Funny, especially since she only bothered doing so for the leylines within Fiore rather than Bellum, and she'd only just returned here for the first time in 10 years. It still seemed to come in handy though, with all the information her former guild members had entrusted to her.

    She heard Cetus say something to her before walking off for a bit, but didn't make out the words he’d said, her own mind reminiscing about her past in Bellum. They weren't coming back anymore. All of them were dead and gone because they had followed her ideals, her beliefs. Being reminded of their favorite things through this made her face turn grim for a moment. Fingertips dug into the map and arched softly, angrily. Pandora's heart felt heavy, and she took a moment to close her eyes and take deep breaths when she was looking down on the piece of parchment spread before her. Focus. There was no way she could be showing weakness now, in this moment. Not in front of this newly-met, probably soon-to-be benefactor. A deep sigh left her body as she straightened herself, almost at the same time Caimileir returned to her, asking her whether she'd made her decision. The look on her face had returned back to normal, not a hint of sadness or reminiscing left upon it. ”You got yourself a deal, Caimileir. I'll make sure you get those tomes at any cost… which might be not-so-legal if there end up being some in those museums you mentioned.” she said this last bit in an almost whispering tone, silent enough for him to hear it, but only him and no-one else. ”And lucky for you I know at least one of these locations you pinpointed holds a tome, be it of the more advanced song magic. This ruin in particular;” she pointed at one of the marked spots right outside Cedar. ”If I recall correctly they have been excavating these ruins one by one in order to find artifacts of ancient times… and have found some in the process. Which makes those two museums targets of interest as well, as they've been the ones having issued the excavations. I suggest taking a look within them first to pinpoint the tomes if we plan on hitting those too.” Pandora said casually, clearly not bothered about the non-legal aspects featured within the plans. If she said she'd help him at all costs, then it would be at all costs. No exceptions.

    ”Ah, and regarding my leg, Pandora suddenly shifted the conversation to another topic. ”Nothing much preference-wise, aside from two things. I'd like it to look as real as possible, with joints so I can bend the knee, ankle and toes alike… and an area that can fit a lacrima of this size.” The woman said, pulling a large, uncut lacrima out of her pocket dimension. ”It might need some slight resizing, but I can take care of the sigils and runic engravings necessary to make it work if need be.” She said, getting up and around the table so the cyan-haired man could take a better look at the lacrima, and if wanted, take it if he needed to get a closer look at it. ”Whatever else you wish to do with it is all up to you; I'll leave it in the crafter's caring hands…. which reminds me, you might need to see what exactly you'll be dealing with.” A smile crossed her lips shortly, and she took a look around the shop in search of something. While scanning the place she made eye-contact with the owner and gave him a short, polite nod, and was given one in return when her eyes gestured at an area of interest to her. The shopkeeper looked nervous, and she grinned as she leant on her cane and moved forth. “Well… let's go somewhere a bit more private first then. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but I'd rather not flash a pair of legs in public when it's not necessary. Especially not when it's for the eyes of another man… I at least wish to retain that much dignity.” Pandora ushered, patting the man on the chest and gesturing him to come along to a more private spot in the shop's atelier. The shopkeeper did not seem to object after having heard her drop her name, and as many to whom it sounded familiar, they did not try to figure out whether she was faking to be one of the Dagger familia or not. Not willing to bring harm upon their humble business just in case they were wrong in assuming differently. The woman couldn't help but grin. It truly was surprising how much power the name held… and how little they would do against her because of it. By this time she was certain she could rob a bank and get away with it; not that she was planning on doing so or something. Maybe.

    It might have been that Caimileir had other plans, but she figured he'd at least get to see what design he had to start thinking of before they went tome-hunting. ”My apologies if it seems rather brusque, but I'd at least like the thought of you knowing what you’ll be working on as a… call it “deposit” of sorts, before we go get those tomes for you. Soothes my mind a bit. Unless you have a better place to examine my leg at, in which case I'll follow you along.” Pandora said, turning around to face him. They were halfway the shop at best if he'd decided to follow her, if not she would've gone back on her steps to make sure he heard her.



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    Post by Cetus on 25th February 2019, 8:02 pm

    Cetus caught the small slip that Pandora let out. So she was either a guild mage or she'd been in a guild at one point. Adding that small tidbit to the little he knew, the assassin went back to contemplating the woman before him. Pandora Dagger. He'd heard the name Dagger before somewhere. He just couldn't quite put his finger on where. It was bothering him. His memory was one thing that he felt any flicker of pride about. Either he knew about the Dagger name in passing - meaning he knew next to nothing - or some kind of spell was affecting his mind. There was no other way he'd forget information.

    When the shark man heard that Pandora would be accepting his deal, his smile was broad. There was no real happiness to it however. He hadn't felt even the smallest sense of that emotion. The satisfaction of getting a chance to kill two birds with one stone was the little that he did feel. His ears were keenly attuned to Pandora's voice as she explained things she knew. Her description of illegal activities possibly being required made him rather uneasy. Not because he was opposed to breaking in and stealing things. Rather, he was establishing the identity of Caimileir as an upright citizen who followed the law. Breaking the law would provide an obstacle to that objective. "I will ask an associate of mine, Mister Shark, to accompany you should you need to... take a more creative approach to obtaining these tomes. I'm not exactly the best at such activities and a black mark on my record might get me kicked out of Fiore." That should put him in the clear. He did however wish to look into the museums. There could be other items there that would be immensely helpful. "Looking into the museums won't do any harm though. If the tomes don't happen to be there, all the better."

    As Pandora switched to the topic of her leg, Cetus' focus became razor sharp. He felt... excited about this project. It would push his limits. He'd create something new that no one had ever seen before. His lacrima cord would create real musculature within the leg. It was too bad he didn't have anything to mimic skin. That would be his ultimate goal as he continued to update the leg. Upon seeing the lacrima Pandora wanted in her leg, Cetus frowned. His designs would have to be adjusted in order to accommodate that. He gently took it from the woman. "I'd prefer to put the script and runes on it myself if you wouldn't mind. I only need a clear illustration of the runes and script you wish to place upon it. If you insist on detailing it yourself, I won't stop you. However, it'll make it harder for me to incorporate it into the leg at that point. The rest of your concerns I had already planned on implementing into the leg. It might not work exactly how you wish off the start but over time, we'll get it working in perfect order."

    Cetus actually felt pleased when Pandora offered to show him her leg. That saved him from asking himself and making things awkward. Women were rather weird about showing their legs to men. The pat on his chest surprised the shark man. It was a bit more familiar than he thought someone at their stage of knowing each other might do. Not that it truly mattered to him. He followed her into the center of the shop. Looking around, he set out a log for her to sit upon. "I only have my workshop and if I bring you there, I'll lose my leverage as I start to work on your leg." He said gesturing for her to sit. Once she was sitting, Cetus knelt beside her. Her kimono was moved aside with quick easy movements.

    The leg he was to work on was wrapped in bandages. The shark man pursed his lips. "Excuse my forwardness" He said his fingers quickly unwrapping her leg. The wound was new-ish by the looks of it. Three or four months by his best guess. The wound had been burnt shut as well. The puckered skin looked rather sensitive. Cetus placed his hands upon the skin. His fingers gently worked the forming scar tissue. "A nasty wound to be sure." He murmured more to himself than anything. He tried his best to ease the leg out to the side. If she resisted, Cetus made do. Anyone else might have found it awkward to be kneeling between the legs of a stranger. The shark man didn't think much of it. While he could find things beautiful, he didn't feel the same kind of passion everyone else did. He began poking and prodding the leg higher up. His hands gently held Pandora's leg. Only when he realized he was cupping Pandora's butt in his exploration did Cetus finally stop and move back. "I apologize again for my forwardness. I need to be intimately knowledgeable about your leg from where it connects to your pelvis to where it ends. I should mention this process will be painful. Connecting the nerves in your leg to the artificial nerves I'll be creating won't be fun."

    Cetus got to his feet, brushing the sawdust off his pants. That was that. He now knew better what he was working with. "Shall we head to the museums? It'd be better to go before the crowds really get going. Too many people see you there and if you have to break in, they'll be able to point you out. Not what we want." He was making himself sound a little too knowledgeable about committing crime now. Yay. Without really waiting for an answer, Cetus headed toward the door. His chest flickered with some unknown emotion. It was impossible for him to even pinpoint what it was. The symptoms seemed to be a flushed face and a swollen... nether region. If it hadn't been for that second symptom, he might have thought it was embarrassment. Unless there was a way that emotions could twine together. That would make his learning process much more difficult. Cetus headed toward the first museum with a confident purposeful stride. No point on dwelling on those troublesome emotions.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 6th March 2019, 3:19 pm

    Pandora noticed the man's sudden hesitation as she mentioned the possibility of having to resort to a more criminal way of acquiring the tomes, and was quick to tell her he didn't want to blemish his clean record of law-abiding citizen. The redheaded nodded in understanding, knowing all too well what it was to be kicked out a country. Not that she was actually kicked out, but having to flee across its borders because the government was after your person with the intent to kill cut it close enough. Luckily however it seemed that Caimileir had an associate, going by the name of Mr. Shark, that would be able to help her out if they had to go about breaking and entering. The peculiar name aside, Pandora was actually glad she didn't have to do so alone if they ended up having to lighten the museum of its exhibitions through some more underhanded means. Not that she couldn't do so, but seeing how she was a bit slower on her feet these days, sneaking in or escaping at breakneck speed wasn’t quite up her alley at the moment. And she didn’t quite look forward to leveling several buildings to get it done. ”It’s as you say; to me it's less of a bother whether Fiore wants to keep or lose me. That's to be said, if me and this associate of yours actually get caught. But you're in your right to be prudent, one could never know after all.” Pandora nodded in conclusion to his statement, continuing onward.

    When she pulled out the lacrima for Caimileir to see, Pandora could've sworn to see the smallest hint of a frown crossing his face. He gently took it from her and listened to her request, to then speak his mind about it. He could implement the runes she wished to have on it, but would rather do so himself to facilitate the implementation of the lacrima into the leg. All he'd need for it would be the designs of the runes and cravings. However if she were to insist on doing so herself, he made it clear he wouldn't object either, but that it would just make things harder for him. The redhead couldn't contain her smile when the man started exceeding her expectations over and over again. ”That won’t be a problem at all, actually. I just wasn't expecting a rune carver to be one of your talents as well, so I was prepared to do so myself in case you weren't. Most crafters in Oak Town tend to be famous for their work merely because they focused on one single form of crafting, and rune crafting mostly isn't part of that due to the complexity with the magical veins in the lacrima. One'd need to be a mage to feel and redirect these veins in order to complete the pattern, whereas the crafters I used to know here were all without natural magical abilities. So by all means, if you can take this task off my hands then gladly. I'll write down the needed runes later on.” she said, taking the lacrima back and putting it in her pocket dimension for the time being. Rather safe than sorry; she'd spent way too much time looking for it to lose it by accident, or worse, on purpose. Although she wouldn't quite mind doing it all over, that being said, only if Kessicia was with her through it all again. But that might just be for entirely different reasons then getting that lacrima.

    With the lacrima and the fine details dealt with, the trickier part was bound to happen. Caimileir seemed relieved that Pandora suggested for him to have a look at her leg before he had to, and frankly, somewhere she understood why it'd be a rather awkward situation for him to ask if he was indeed the self-righteous man he claimed himself to be. But it wasn't something that Pandora was bothered with to propose, unlike many a lady would; she knew where to draw a line, especially with a certain type of social circles, but otherwise she didn't quite give a damn about such things. And in certain situations that proved to be her charm. She'd rather be one of the boys than a lady of social standing, and luckily for her she had the liberty of choosing her path. Just like the pat on his chest had been more something she’d done as a force of habit rather than a flirting move, but it had happened before she'd noticed. Well, it had happened either way, and it wasn't like she was gonna apologize or get flustered over it whatsoever, despite her wondering why she had unconsciously acted like that. She didn't get much time to ponder over it as he gestured her to sit, and Pandora was quick to do so as she sat down on the tabouret, putting her cane against the table. Out of Caimileir’s way, but still close enough for her to grab if she were to need it.

    The cyan-haired man's hands were careful as they unwrapped the bandage keeping her leg protected from possible dirt and whatnot. When the wound was completely visible, he seemed to stare at it for a moment, assessing the severeness of it; she was keeping a close eye on the man's reactions, but they betrayed nothing. Only his eyes seemed to show determination. Focus. It was fascinating. So much even that she hadn't even heard his first apology towards his forwardness. And with it his hands and fingers moved on; over the sensitive scar tissue, that made the red-haired woman stifle a pained groan behind sealed lips. He kept working it, murmuring to himself, yet it hadn’t escaped Pandora's ears, who in turn replied more to herself than to his statement. ”If only you knew…” Her eyes had strayed away from the craftsman as soon as the first pain had shot through the stump that was her left leg, not wanting to show a weak expression to the man. She bit through the pain, blinking away the tears that wanted to escape her eyes, and nearly sighed in relief when his hands moved away from the damaged skin, now severely throbbing. When he tried to move her leg out she initially resisted, but quickly let it move along the way his hands guided, knowing his intentions were exploratory in nature. Or hoped so, at least. After all, she barely knew the man for 15 minutes. Caimileir started prodding her skin diligently, pinpointing the muscles, nerves and anything he needed to find, all whilst sitting between her legs. Now the pain had subsided Pandora’s glance traced its way back to the man, being granted the view of him kneeled between her legs as his hands explored her thigh and were gradually creeping up. It'd be quite the dubious thing to explain if someone were to suddenly walk in on them now. She couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thought. Said chuckle was quickly muffled as his hands suddenly cupped something else, drawing a blush unto the woman's face as her eyes grew a little wider in surprise. It looked like Cetus too had come to the realisation that he had been cupping her butt and let go, quickly moving back and a little more away from her. He apologized and explained why, but Pandora was already busily waving the apology aside. ”It's fine, I understand that it's necessary in order to be thorough, you just startled me for a bit that's all.” she replied quickly, trying to get the blush to disappear. When Caimileir mentioned the process being painful, and that the nerves he'd be connecting to artificial ones wouldn't be a fun experience, Pandora snickered. ”Getting them severed when I lost my leg and having to burn them shut with a white-hot metal blade wasn't particularly fun either, so I think I'll manage.” she noted dryly, taking a new bandage from her bag and starting to wrap her leg back up.

    In the meantime the cyan-haired man had gotten up and brushed the dust off his pants again, suggesting they'd better head towards the museums now before too many people started crowding the building, noting that if too many people saw them there and they'd had to break in, people would definitely point them out. She rose an eyebrow at the explanation, still busy wrapping up her leg. He did have a point, but wasn't Caimileir a self-proclaimed goody-two-shoes? Then how would he know how other people would or possibly could react if he'd claimed never having done any of the like? Or was he just that imaginative? Well, not that it truly mattered. He was quick to turn around and was already halfway through the door when Pandora tried to call out to him to wait a little longer, gone by the time she could open her mouth. A smirk crossed her lips as she shook her head softly, having caught a glimpse of the peculiar bulge around his waist when he turned away. This man had definitely done his best keeping a straight face, which was commendable in the woman's eyes, but in the end the body never lied. She finished wrapping up her leg and grabbed her cane, thanking the shop owner for his help when passing him by and exited the shop, after which she wobbled down the street in an attempt to catch up to him. Once she'd finally caught up to him again she casually hinted. ”Thanks for waiting up, it's not like I'm slowed down by something like, I don't know, a missing leg.” she gave him a side much-saying glance and started adjusting to his pace, hoping he'd at least slow down a bit. A little voice in the back of her head tried to make her realise how Caimileir was finding his way so quickly through Oak Town despite having mentioned he didn't know his way around the place earlier. Curious. But it remained just that; a little voice she didn't give much attention to. She didn't need to at this point. After a while of walking she realised she'd forgotten about something crucial to the development of their future plans. ”But this Mr. Shark, was it? How will I know it's him when the time comes around to act?” The red-haired woman asked curiously, rather asking the question now then when it was too late. She awaited a reply, and not too long after they would reach the first museum near the center of Oak Town, where both came to a halt to take a better look at its front layout. Quite a few people were already making their way up the stairs towards the entrance.

    “Also…” Pandora said innocently, watching the museum's entrance for a moment. They were just standing there, in front of the museum as people passed them by. To others they might've looked like a couple contemplating whether to go inside or not. She stood to his left, shifting her weight to lean unto the cane some more and lunged, teasingly slapping her hand unto his left buttcheek. “Payback for earlier,” she paused shortly to give him a teasing wink. “Seemed only fair to return the favor.” Not giving the man much time to think it through, she started moving up the stairs, only looking over her shoulder halfway through. ”Are you coming or not, hot shot?”



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    Post by Cetus on 13th March 2019, 7:58 pm

    Cetus let only a small smile touch his lips at Pandora gratefully handing off the rune carving to him. His work gave him quite a lot of free time. While he did train heavily with a variety of weapons as well as hand to hand combat techniques, he still had plenty of free time. His lack of emotions hadn't lent to the social activities of his family. Instead, the assassin had taken up various crafting skills. Nothing too big, like a vehicle though he did eventually want to make it there. Instead most of his time was spent on things he could easily do without having to move. Handy skills as it were. This leg would be the biggest undertaking of his life. It didn't fill him with excitement like he hoped but that didn't stop him. This was a challenge that Cetus wanted to undertake. This leg could launch his cover story into a spotlight where he needed it to be.

    The assassin was in a bit of a rush getting out of the store. He only slowed when he realized he was blowing his cover. Trying to recover some of his uncertainty, Cetus slowed down. His gaze began double checking signs. His feet started dragging more and more until he was at a stop. That was when Pandora caught up with him. Her scathing remark stirred embers of shame. His inexperience with cripples had led him to be overly rude. "My apologies, Pandora. When I get an idea in my head, I grab hold fast. I hadn't considered it might be rather difficult for you to catch up with me." The assassin gestured around them. There was an expression of exasperation on his face. "I was moving so fast, I managed to get myself lost as well. Perhaps you should take the lead from here, my dear." He bowed to her, trying to be the image of a perfect gentleman. Cetus knew he could also play this off as attraction. Walking behind someone always gave opportunity to look at their rear. Cetus didn't understand the attraction to that particular body part. Well any body part really. He did hope his emotions would eventually enlighten him to the mystery.

    Pandora's question struck Cetus. He'd entirely forgotten about that. A stupid mistake. A costly one too that could easily lead to disaster. "A fair question, Pandora. Uh... perhaps a code phrase would do? A little one-two sentencing. That way he can recognize you as well." Cetus tapped his chin. What could he use for this code? "He will say 'By the autumn moonlight, beauty beyond compare is revealed.' To which you will reply 'But the beauty beneath values more than the surface revelation.' That should suffice. Not something you easily let slip out or pair together easily." Cetus winked cheerfully at her. Perhaps the flirt was the best way to go with Caimileir. Deam had always told him 'you catch more flies with honey than vinegar'.

    The museum was quite magnificent. Cetus took time to make it look as if he was admiring the outside. In truth, he was looking for quick exits and structural weaknesses. When Pandora's palm hit his butt, the assassin reacted without thinking. One hand wrapped around her wrist. The other was grasping a hidden dagger. It took less than a second to realize there was no threat. His fingers swiftly released Pandora's wrist as she winked at him. Her teasing statement was rather confusing. Was she interesting in him? Or was this something people normally did? The assassin decided to play it off coolly. "I'm coming." He hurried up the stairs. As he passed the woman, Cetus slipped his arm around her waist. "But be careful the beasts you poke, darling. You never know when one of them might bite back." The assassin placed a quick kiss on her cheek before continuing into the museum. Deam had always told Cetus to play things off like that. The demon's insistence on training made a little more sense now. It had actually come in handy.

    Cetus checked the maps of the museum inside. The recent ruin acquisitions were on a prominent position on the second floor. Eyeing the stairs and the lack of easy upward transportation, the assassin turned back toward Pandora. "Well, Pandora, it appears like what we're looking for is on the second floor." The assassin let a devilish grin cross his face. "You know what that means." The woman was in his arms before she could protest. Her cane dug painfully into his chest. Not that it bothered him. Pain was a normal part of his existence. Best eh could do was acknowledge it and move on. Cetus carried Pandora up the stairs. He was careful with her, taking every precaution he could. At the top of the stairs, the assassin set her back down again. "Thank you for the pleasure" He said softly giving her a wink.

    Cetus didn't cast a backward glance as he headed toward their target. There were several books among the collection. Some were nothing more than journals or storybooks. Not what Cetus wanted. He quickly moved on to the next few. Those were a bit more promising. The words were taken in carefully by the assassin. Butterfly in the sky, I can fly twice as high. Just take a look, its in a book, its Reading Rainbow. So the first song read. Cetus wrinkled his nose. What kind of wording was that? More so it seemed rather excessive for a spell to make yourself fly. The second one was just as strange. Yo, Danny Phantom, he was just fourteen when his parents built a strange machine. It was designed to view a world unseen, he's gonna catch em all cause he's Danny Phantom! It continued but Cetus pulled away from that one as well. It was aimed to fighting ghosts and had a tendency to injure the caster's body from the description. The final songbook read The time has come, to awaken him. I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld to bring forth this beast and Awaken! A demon summoning song then. Not what Cetus was looking for whatsoever.

    The assassin sighed looking around for Pandora. This museum was a bust. They'd best move on to the second one. The song spells here hadn't filled him with much hope for what they would find. Would there be more of the same? Had this entire search really been in vain? Cetus hoped not. Even if it was a bust for magic, he had at least met someone interesting. Not only that but someone willing to give a brand new invention a shot. That at least might be worth something. He'd only see in time.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 17th April 2019, 10:23 am

    Well, at least he expressed he was sorry about leaving her to fend for herself back at the shop. Not that she’d expected him to actually utter an apology seeing they had met only recently, but the fact he had was something the redhead enjoyed even more so. There was nothing better than toppling a woman's expectations. And the fact he mentioned being lost because of it added a sense of cuteness to it all. Yup, this man was already exceeding her expectations. Then again she didn't need much for someone to do so, it was just rare for someone to have all of those points combined. ”It's fine… just take it into calculations next time.” she smiled and nodded. ”And although it's been quite a while myself since I've last been here, I think I do remember the way to both of those museums. Follow me.” Cane first Pandora lead the way, trying to keep a pace comfortable for both her and Caimileir to walk at as the thought came to mind as to how she would meet his associate, or rather, how she'd even recognize this person. Much to her surprise, she could feel the hesitation in his voice, as if he hadn't calculated for something like that. Yet once again she did not want to seek anything behind it, and did not pay it any heed. When Caimileir suggested a play of words, a coding phrase of sorts and gave her one, Pandora blinked for a moment. ”Uh, yes, well… I'm sure that's indeed not something you'd accidently say. Like anywhere. Buuuut, eh… I might have to write that down somewhere to make sure I don't forget.” she muttered that last sentence a bit sheepishly, proceeding onward. At least now she knew how to contact this person Caimileir called “Mr. Shark”.

    Pandora wished only to tease when her hand slapped his ass. Yet the sudden hand that clasped around her wrist startled her, even though it was but a mere second that it held her captive. Perhaps even less. Her pokerface didn't show any signs of her sudden scare, like she was quite certain Caimileir too was keeping up a pokerface at this particular moment. A moment she couldn't quite ignore. The power with which his fingertips had dug into her skin was far from something someone would do accidentally… she knew. A trained warrior knew very well how to read body language, even when the one they tried to read was a master at disguising those signs. Especially when they were the ones giving away those oh so subtle signs. Her wink overwrote her thoughts but did not bury them, and likewise the arm suddenly clasped around her waist after being released soothed her mind a bit. Even if the words he entrusted her were hinting at a warning… perhaps even a threat if she wished to suspect the worst case. A worry she decided to keep in the back of her mind; close-by but not clouding her will to judge neutrally. But the way he once again tried to put her off with a tease threw her thoughts upside down.

    The museum itself was like one would expect
    a museum to be; kept neatly, divided in sections, and bustling with a multitude of people. Exhibits left and right caught the redhead's attention, but none had been the one she -or rather, Caimileir- was looking for. Too bad, because she would've liked to take a detour and have a gander at what this museum had to offer. But business was business, and before pleasure she had a debt in need of paying. Quite easily she pinpointed a map of the museum with each gallery and exhibit listed upon them, and read over it together with Caimileir. However, much to her dismay, she could see a second floor being around, and as fate wanted it, what she needed was in fact on said second floor. Hoping for an elevator or something of the sorts to spare her from the arduous stairs, she shifted her gaze towards them. “Oh joy, stairs Pandora whispered underneath her breath, with an expression one could identify as dread. She really didn't look forward to scaling those set of steep stairs calling out to all able-bodied visitors. For those less abled there were no alternatives other than not visiting the upper levels of the museum. Frankly, it wasn't that she couldn't climb up those stairs with the necessary effort, but coming down was the essential problem at hand for her. And that truly bothered her, as she did not wish to rely on others to get where she wanted to be. So instead the redhaired woman was taking a gander at everything but the stairs, hoping she didn't need to use them when Caimileir told her exactly what she did not wish to hear. Pandora versus the stairs. And she wasn't happy about it. His words however brought her somewhat back, and absentmindedly she mumbled ”What?” as he asked her whether she knew what that meant. Before she knew it she was swept off her feet.

    She hadn't seen it coming. How those pair of strong arms had taken her off the floor so swiftly and up into the air. In all her surprise she abandoned her tough behavior and let out a rather audible yelp, immediately followed by two hands flailing to take hold of whatever was closeby for support. In this case, his tank top, which her fingers clutched around the fabric almost desperately. Simultaneously she realised that she'd yelped, and covered her mouth with her free hand, all the while her cane had been pressed between her arms and Caimileir's chest. Pandora's face had turned brighter red than her hair at this point, and remained that way until they'd reached the top of the stairs. This embarrassment was so unlike herself; dropping her façade of tough cookie for the damsel in distress. Even when he put her down and winked at her, Pandora kept on blushing, and stared at the ground, still trying to comprehend what had just went down. It wasn't strange to resort to such means to easily get upstairs, but it had been so… unexpected. Not to say that she'd never been carried that way by another man than… her blush died down at the memory of her dead lover. Rhadamanthys had been the only one to carry her like that; even when she had been heavily wounded she'd insisted on just a shoulder to lean on. So why was it that this man had been able to do so? And why… why did she react so damn girly to it? Her fingers lingered on her lips as she remembered the yelp. Despite the initial scare she'd actually felt comfortable in his arms. She'd even dare say she felt safe within them. Safe for Kessicia, Pandora hadn't felt safe with anyone anywhere ever since the raid. She couldn't bring herself to do it. To trust them, nor did her gut allow her to do as such.

    The cyan-haired man returned when Pandora was still sunken in thoughts, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. His presence made her look up, and the look in his eyes gave away that the search here was a dead end. ”No luck here, huh?” she asked softly, looking around again. When her sight fell on the staircase again, she scowled at it until something hit her. If this museum was a bust there would be no need to keep on searching this floor, which meant they'd have to go back down to leave. Down the stairs. Her crimson eyes looked at the stairs, at Caimileir and back at the stairs, as she slowly started shuffling away from his grasp and towards the railing. A rosy blush was slowly crawling back unto her face as she realised he'd probably be more than eager to carry her down the stairs again. Most-likely she would yelp again, and feel that strange sense of safety when in his arms. She didn't want to confront that feeling again, not knowing what it meant or what to make of it. Not that Caimileir didn't look like a great guy, but she had her beloved Kessicia to spark these feelings with, why were they here with him too? ”Which means… I, uh, I'll see you downstairs!” Even before the man could object or even make a move, Pandora hopped onto the staircase's railing, her cane tightly tucked into her lap as she slid down surprisingly graceful for this particular action. ”Make way, tis supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” Pandora said loudly to alarm the people she was oncoming, and saw quite a few stares her way at her unique way of descent. Not that she bothered with those, as this would help her refrain from blushing so madly as she did before. There was one thing she wondered about however… where in god's name did this ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ came from?

    At the end of the stairs she hopped off the railing, nailing a successful landing and walked on further for a few more moments before coming to a halt. Pandora turned around and looked up, seeing whether her partner in non-illegal crime was following suit. A pair of eyes followed hers, and as Pandora shifted her gaze to the one beside her, she realised a small child had been gawking at her display with open mouth. She looked at the child tenderly for a moment, then spoke up. ”Close your mouth, Michael, we're not a codfish.” To which the young boy abruptly closed his mouth. The woman chuckled. Michael must've been the boy's name; lucky guess. Waiting for Caimileir to join her again, she slowly started walking towards the exit, her cane sturdily in hand. As long as he couldn't surprise her, she’d be fine to not let any girly behavior slip from her being. ”So, what do we do now? Do we go straight to the next museum or are we going out to hit up the digging sites? Or well, rather me and your associate, seeing as that may involve a fair amount of trespassing.” she spoke softly so only the two of them could properly follow the conversation between them. ”Although… could you wait here for a second? I'm gonna check on something real quick.” The redhead suddenly diverted from her original path and branched off from the main row heading out to one of the help desks, busily discussing something with the attendant. They disappeared for a short while, and upon return once again engaged in a rather vivid conversation for a little while longer. Both seemed to say goodbye to one another and Pandora returned to Caimileir's side with a big grin on her face. ”So I asked them whether they could get in touch with the other museum, which they are affiliated with apparently, to see if a similar exhibition was in train of, or was going to take place in the near future. Apparently they have no exhibitions planned, but after some persuading that I was a rather fanatic collector of these books and was possibly interested in donating, she did manage to tell me that they'll be bringing the newly excavated books over next week. So I do think we got ourselves a new location to head to.” Her eyes glistened with playful and eager intent as she looked at Caimileir.



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    Post by Cetus on 10th May 2019, 10:32 am

    Cetus chuckled softly at Pandora's soft admission. That was something he liked in people. Wait, had he just laughed spontaneously at something? His fingers briefly touched his lips in wonder. Mirth. Somehow Pandora's admission had caused mirth to blossom. How odd. "Luckily, I've got some paper here for you." The assassin had grabbed a few pages from the shop. He needed to write down Pandora's dimensions. Those of her leg that is. Though the other dimensions might be helpful. It would help to figure out how to balance the strength of the leg. An inquiry would need to be made about it later. Right now they were focusing on the museums. After pausing for a moment, Cetus handed a piece of paper to Pandora. It had the phrases and helpful annotations on who said what.

    There was fascination at the change in Pandora when he picked her up. Clearly she hadn't been expecting it. The yelp was a natural reaction. However, the sudden timidness, the loss of her tough girl attitude was unanticipated. Cetus struggled not to peer down at her the entire journey up the stairs. What was it about him carrying her that made this woman change so much? The assassin decided to leave Pandora to her thoughts once he set her down. It wasn't fair to pry into whatever had her sunken so deep into herself. Even with his inability to feel much, Cetus always felt uncomfortable when someone tried to dig too deeply. He left the blushing busty beautiful babe while exploring what the museum had to offer.

    More humorous emotions emerged as Pandora took an unorthodox way down the stairs. Cetus actually let out a deep belly laugh at the words she shouted out. There was also an insane urge to show her up or at least match her decision. However, jumping off the second floor would reveal a little more than he wished. Disappointment bubbled up at that thought. So many emotions in a short period of time. Perhaps he could let the veil down this once? To celebrate of course. It was natural to celebrate a large break in a puzzling mystery. Cetus hadn't felt this much since... The assassin tore his mind away from those thoughts. Losing it here wouldn't accomplish anything. Before his logical side could kick in, Cetus threw himself over the railing. A few people screamed behind him. Just to show off, the assassin did a flip in midair.

    The landing of his spectacular leap was a super hero landing, one foot on the ground, one knee on the ground. Cetus landed next to Pandora as she scolded? perhaps it was more of a light telling off. A teasing maybe? There was no way for him to read the intention. Strange how emotions were needed to truly read emotions. The shark man made a show of getting up. Groaning, shaking out his leg, laughing a little bit. "That is the last time I try to match your crazy stunts." He said teasingly as he rubbed his knee. "Nearly broke my legs. It's not as easy as everyone makes it look." He shook his legs out a couple more times. A pleasant smile was plastered onto his face. For once, the smile looked authentic. It was tinged with real emotion despite those rapidly disappearing for the assassin.

    Cetus slipped an arm about Pandora's waist as they walked. Ah so that was the dimensions of her waist. Impressive. Most women struggled to keep that kind of waistline. Coupled with the muscles he could feel and then that chest, Pandora was a beauty for everyone to behold. Except perhaps Cetus. He couldn't really appreciate it without sculpting the planes and curves and edges in his mind. It objectified the beauty, removed all emotion from it. "I was thinking we could visit the other museum. Except it might be a better idea to hang around it longer, make a... what is it people would call it? A date? That's it. We'll make a date of it. To throw off suspicions of course" Cetus murmured into her ear. To anyone watching it would have appeared like two lovers having an intimate conversation.

    Pandora's sudden turn tore his arm from around her waist. There was a brief flicker of something. He decided not to pursue it. He'd learned the dangers of pursuing emotions with Astrid. The girl had gotten too attached too quickly. Then she ended up in Hidden Blades. Cetus was waiting for a knife to be plunged into his back. As Pandora disappeared with the attendant, the assassin raised an eyebrow. The name Dagger tickled his memory for some reason. Perhaps it held more weight than he realized. Regardless, it was something to look into another time. For now, he'd wait for her return.

    Cetus had begun sketching out ideas for Pandora's leg when the mage returned. He favored her a large smile, placing the papers back in his bag. The news the mage brought him filled the assassin with excitement. So much excitement that he hugged Pandora. The feeling of her muscled body coupled with the softness of a woman didn't fail to add to his excitement. There was more emotion in his body then there had been in a very long time. Perhaps tight pants wasn't the best idea. That was against her stomach. Cetus tried to kiss Pandora's cheek. Emphasis on tried. His mouth missed spectacularly, landing on the corner of her mouth.

    The shark man took a step back immediately. His hands rested on Pandora's waist. "I apologize. That wasn't... I..." He didn't make mistakes. Not like that. A light blush rose in his cheeks as he struggled for the right words to apologize with. "That was unprofessional of me." Cetus managed finally, removing all contact from Pandora. That seemed the best course of action. "You don't know how long I've been searching for this magic. To have it so close at hand... plus the prospect of building a new leg for you... I got a little over excited." Not that she could miss that fact if she looked down at all. The image of his excitement was still plain to see. "Please forgive me for such a brutal break in protocol. I enjoy flirting with you but if I overstepped my bounds, please feel free to strike me. It was uncouth what I just did."

    Once the exchange was over, Cetus gestured to the door. "Shall we? I have rented a workshop, outside of town, where we can pass the time until nightfall. I'd rather not have anything dramatic done until the fall of shadows. I need a few more measurements from you in order to properly make your leg as well. I'd prefer to make use of the time we have." The workshop wasn't really rented but it kept his cover story in place. It was barely used so it would look as if he'd recently moved his things into it. The assassin led the way from the museum. He made sure to stop, double check, seem unsure with many of the turns on their way. Cetus even stopped at the wrong workshop on purpose and got directions to the proper one. He apologized to those who owned the shop with a tinge of embarrassment on his face.

    Upon reaching the workshop, Cetus opened the door for Pandora. "After you." The inside of the workshop was dimly lit. A variety of machines accompanied the space, all covered in white sheets. A large sturdy table dominated the center of the room. It was littered with various mechanisms. Blueprints and sketches also covered the table. Cetus waited for Pandora to take in the room. Then he moved to clear off the table. It was evident that the man had set his bag down but also that he'd removed his shirt. Defined muscles were in the open for appreciation. Cetus' body was covered in various scars as well. None too defining - he'd had those removed - but more than usual. The assassin smiled over his shoulder at Pandora. "I hope you don't mind. I'm a bit more comfortable working like this in a workshop. Plus its only fair given what I'm about to ask you to do."

    Cetus cleared his throat. There was no good way to ask this. Perhaps an explanation would keep her from walking out the door with his request. He distracted himself by organizing the stuff he was placing to the side of the table. "In order to make the leg function properly, I need your dimensions. All of your dimensions from head to toe. It's easiest to make those measurements if you're... well done to your underthings. I would do the same to be fair but I'm not sure if that would make you uncomfortable. Plus, I don't usually wear underwear so..." Cetus scratched the back of his head. Moving on. "If you're amiable, I would also like your weight but that's not required. The leg will function well without it. Anyways, with your dimensions, I can get a prototype up and running today or tomorrow so you don't have to rely on that cane, um..." Now he was babbling. What was going on? Wasn't this taking the embarrassment or desire or whatever, a little too far? Cetus didn't know. It simply felt natural as he talked. Perhaps that was part of the problem. Cetus waited for Pandora's response, steeling himself for an angry woman.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 22nd May 2019, 4:34 am

    Caimileir threw himself over the railing before anyone could've read his intentions. The backflip that followed in mid-air was so smooth that the redhaired woman actually considered that he'd done this more often. He landed right beside her; on one foot and one knee, much like a superhero would. Irony wanted that she was now gawking at the cyan-haired man the same way the little boy had gawked at her earlier. She recovered from the initial awestruck reaction as he seemingly laboriously rose to his feet again, shaking the leg he'd landed on the ground with his knees with. Pandora bought the play like a child being given a cookie. “You know I'm supposed to be the only cripple here, right?” Pandora said jokingly, returning the smile with an amused smile of her own. When his arm slipped around her waist she tensed up at first glance, but eventually relaxed and even allowed him to lead her further as they walked. She asked what they were to do next, and he replied in a way that sent goosebumps down her spine. In a good way. A date. Caimileir's whispery breath nudging her ear brought a flush of warmth to course through her body. Somehow that sounded nice, even if it was merely to have a believable cover-story to back them up. The redhaired woman wanted to reply to it when she recalled something and tore her hips away from his arm, heading straight for one of the reception desks.

    When she returned with the good news, Caimileir’s reaction caught her even more off-guard, and yet again she was pulled into a rollercoaster of estranged feelings trying to overtake her when his strong arms pulled her into a hug. She hung there slightly awkwardly for a few moments, a bright smile plastered on her face at his excitement. Pandora enjoyed it most when she could put a smile on people's faces, even though it seemed that Caimileir's excitement went beyond just a smile when something pressed into her stomach. She didn't dare look down, but her mind was imaginative enough to know what it was that was doing the prodding. When he closed in on the side of her face her head turned with him, then tried to turn back when the cyan-haired man aimed for her cheek. If she didn't he'd be kissing something way different. Caimileir missed, and Pandora turning her head didn't quite help when his lips pressed unto the corner of her mouth. Something seemed to explode within her stomach. She moved back almost simultaneously with Caimileir, but felt the hands on her waist keeping her from actually leaving. Not that they kept her standing physically, but it was moreso the fact that they were just resting on her waist right then and there that somehow left the redhead to stay within his reach. He blushed. She tried her best to keep her own blush from surfacing. The man finally found his words after some trying and apologised, letting go off her. Pandora couldn't help but feel a small sting of disappointment creeping up on her when his touch left her, but replied in sync. ”No please, it's fine. Things like that can happen when in the spur of the moment, especially with so much excitement.” she reassured him, keeping her eyes from wandering further down. Even from the corner of her eye she could properly see what was happening down there, and unbeknowst to her the same thought as his crossed her mind. Perhaps tight pants hadn't been such a good idea. Even though Caimileir rocked them for the full 100%. Pandora coughed softly. Focus please.

    ”Sooo…” she muttered a bit awkwardly, but was saved by the cyan-haired adonis taking the lead again. He suggested going to the workshop he’d apparently rented outside of town, wanting to sit out the time there until dusk came. Wishing to use his time well, he'd be taking some extra measurements for the prosthetic leg as they waited, which sounded just fine for her. Rather spend your time well than to waste it doing nothing. So off they went to his mysterious workshop, which took them quite a bit of time to reach due to one too many detours and a stop at the wrong workshop. He apologised for the inconvenience, seemingly feeling rather embarrassed, and after a bit more of searching finally found the right workshop. Like a true gentleman he opened the door for her, allowing for Pandora to enter without much effort and take a gander. The inside looked fairly unused, many a machine hidden underneath large white cloths to keep them from being covered in dust. The large table in the middle seemed the most prominent piece, littered with papers and drawings she could make little off other than them being probably rather detailed blueprints. Pandora let her eyes wander through the room, only to have them cease in surprise when she focused on her partner in crime again, who had taken the liberty of undoing his shirt. Being the type of woman she was, she could appreciate the body he'd been gifted with, a blush coloring her cheeks ever so slightly. ”Oh by all means, do indulge me further~” she said almost immediately, a bit too spontaneously for her own good. Only then did she focus on the scars riddling his body, her eyes softening as she wondered what the man had gone through to gain all these wounds in his life.

    Clearing his throat tore Pandora's attention away from his body to look at him. Caimileir seemed a bit fidgety, because he started organising the things he had shoved aside only moments earlier. The redhead looked at him curiously as he started explaining, soon enough realising that what he was asking of her indeed rather unorthodox. Had it been any other woman than her, they would've already thrown the foulest of names at the man for even daring to ask such a thing; Pandora however remained silent. Listening to the rest of his explanation, where the cyan-haired man tried his best to legitimise his demand, she felt this strange tingling feeling within her stomach. It somehow made her feel funny inside. Perhaps it was the sudden no-underwear claim he'd thrown inbetween that had caught her off-guard? When Caimileir silenced, a hint of a frown had appeared on her face, but not for the reason he might expect her to. What surprised her more than the request was the man’s babbling. Was he really rambling? This seemingly stoic man she only met a few hours ago felt like he was the last one to fall prey to such things, but still, there he was. Silent and expecting something. Most-likely a tantrum of sorts, she thought. Slowly the one-eyed Dagger shook her head, remained silent and turned around, heading for the door without saying another word. Once nearing it she slowed down, her hand reaching for the doorknob but lingering above it, her eye searching for something.

    Key, key, key… ah! A key. Fitting it into the lock, Pandora twisted it until she heard the “click” of the door barring itself from being opened again.

    “If we're gonna do this then I'd rather have the chance of someone walking in be as close to non-existent as possible…” she replied in an audible enough voice for him to hear, leaving the key in the locked door. The red-haired woman did not turn around however, and instead remained stagnant in front of the now locked door, as if she was gathering her bearing. When she had done so, she turned on the back of her heel, far more smoothly than one would expect from a one-legged individual, and slowly made her way back towards Caimileir in silence. Stopping somewhat further than an arm's length away from the half-naked man with the chiseled torso, Pandora looked at him and sighed. Whatever made her sigh however was barely noticeable; there was no annoyance, relief or any emotion within it. Rather, it seemed like one you'd make when having come to a decision. ”You know, Caimileir…” she started, one hand slowly undoing the sash around her waist, which was keeping the kimono tightly and snug around her body. ”I'm putting my trust in you right now, a lot of it, in fact.” Both the belt-made rope and sash unceremoniously dropped unto the floor, allowing for the kimono to fall open and become undone. It fell open, but not enough to reveal anything more than her stomach and a large portion of her voluptuous cleavage. Her hand seemed to struggle trying to take the fabric off her body, as she usually did so whenever seated. Standing up gave her the disadvantage of only using one hand, needing the other to seek support on her cane to not fall over. She grumbled at the piece of clothing having a will of its own, and eventually just gave it a forceful tug, making the kimono come undone entirely when it slid off her shoulders. Although she did not quite dislike underwear, she abhorred the fact that there was little available to make her feel comfortable in her current state, so had forgone anything involving her upper half. Her lower half was still wrapped in a string of bandages around her waist and missing leg, as if they made a pair of shorts out of it.

    Now she stood before him far more exposed than she'd ever thought to be, Pandora felt a little small. A gentle smile had perched upon her lips as she looked back up from her cane, the kimono draped across her left arm as if it were a coat, Pandora close to fully naked. A few handful of still-healing wounds, cuts and bruises unflatteringly adorning her back, abdomen and arms. ”I want to trust you, so please don't shame it.” The redhead spoke, the embarrassment steadily disappearing from her posture. She had nothing to hide, nor was there little she was afraid to show. Somehow her hands had unconsciously found their way towards Caimileir's abdomen, her fingers slowly tracing the scars upon his body with a most tender touch. Her eyes wandered down towards them, the look within them seemed distant for a few moments, as if they were staring at something not present “here”. Gods, he resembled him so damn much… If she didn't know any better, Pandora would’ve even bargained the unthinkable right now. Rhadamanthys; alive and well. Right before her. She chuckled. Nonsense. She knew damn well he was gone, beyond her reach. If Caimileir did not object or do anything against it, her fingertips would linger upon his body, pressing ever so gently into his muscular torso, while she mumbled silent words. ”I hope this is ‘down’ enough for you, Caimileir,” Pandora said after a brief moment of silence, her eyes meeting his again, focused and clear. They did not seem to falter. ”Anything further you'll have to instigate yourself. Until then, just tell me where you need me.” The gentle fingers left his torso, shifting into a hand that patted his abdomen in such a way that it seemed she was demanding herself to get to the order of today. If Caimileir told her where he would have her, she'd follow along, working with him so he could make the right measurements without all too much trouble. Yet she wondered why her heart had decided upon acting the way it did; beating far more vividly than usual.


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    Post by Cetus on 4th June 2019, 10:56 am

    At Pandora's comment, a small smile curved Cetus' lips. "As you wish." His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants. Slowly, the assassin made as if he was to pull them off. With the overall tightness of the fabric, it didn't do much more than slide them down a few inches. A few inches was enough to give a tantalizing glance. Cetus resolved to ignore any emotional turmoil henceforth. With this bit of teasing, things he wanted hidden would be revealed. Pandora might enjoy that view but he didn't want to risk it. Besides, there was something else that was bothering him. A face floated about his mind. Not a full face only fragments, pieces of a face. Something he could barely grasp like a forgotten memory. It was a woman's face. She felt important. The feelings Cetus had experienced thus far paled with the thoughts of her.

    Cetus tore his mind away from the woman. That was something to be explored later. Possibly. If he felt the need to feel anything. Watching Pandora walk to the door, Cetus sighed heavily. He should have expected that. No logical woman would bare all to a man she'd just met. It didn't matter what he was offering. Even if he'd been a perfect gentleman, Cetus doubted Pandora would have stayed for that request. He'd have to find another way to finish the leg. There was a promise made. So shall there be a promise kept. The click of a key made Cetus start. He peered at Pandora's back. What was she doing? With Pandora's next sentence, Cetus bit his tongue. His muscles tensed. There were several more locks to employ to ensure no one entered. However, with Pandora standing in front of the door, Cetus couldn't engage them. His tongue kept behind his teeth too. There was an almost anxious emotion that any word from him might ruin the situation.

    As Pandora walked back toward the shark man, Cetus tried not to move. For once, his logical thought process wasn't helping. He didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think. A gorgeous woman was approaching him. No, this woman was placing her trust in him. That was rare for Cetus. Most in his line of work didn't trust anyone. It was dangerous to do so. Even when you did it was usually after years of working together and gathering tidbits. Yet, here was a woman that had barely met a man, hadn't gotten to know him, had every reason not to trust him and yet was willing to do so. It made Pandora nearly glow in the assassin's eyes. And her clothes weren't even off yet!

    The kimono coming undone robbed Cetus of breath. Almost anyways. He wanted to offer help watching Pandora struggle. He even took a tiny step forward. There was something that held him back. Perhaps the dual sides of Pandora that he'd seen today. She was both fiercely independent and surprisingly vulnerable. This was one of those times it seemed best to let her be independent Instead, Cetus managed to say something. "I'm deeply humbled that you're putting your trust in me. It isn't something I'm used to, being trusted. I'll endeavor to be worthy of your trust. That being said, please forgive my staring in advance. You have a beautiful body." Stare he did, once the kimono was off. Pandora had the marks of a warrior. He'd suspected given the story of how her leg was lost. This wasn't what he'd expected though. It was altogether attractive to the assassin.

    Pandora's words and seemingly unconscious reaching kept Cetus quiet for a moment. A tender feeling welled inside him at her touch. Cetus gently caressed each of her cuts, bruises, and wounds. "It would be impossible to shame a woman such as you, Pandora. This body is that of a warrior. It's undeniably attractive to me. Something that could get awkward with how low my pants are now." He smiled slowly at his little joke. It was close to becoming a reality. Whether that was unfortunate or fortunate remained to be seen. The tender feeling in his chest was swiftly morphing. It was becoming a raging fire of what was probably passion. Cetus hadn't ever felt anything like it. Yet somehow it was a familiar feeling.

    Pandora's words caused Cetus to shiver. His arousal was now apparent and putting on quite the show for his lady friend. Carefully, the assassin took the coat from Pandora. Striding past her, he hung it near the door. He stayed facing the door. For once, the assassin decided to follow his emotions. Strange though they might be, emotions sometimes felt right. "Where I need you, dear Pandora, is astride me. Riding for everything you've got as we work out this passion between us." A deep breath didn't calm him down. There was truly only one thing that could. Cetus turned around slowly. He smiled at Pandora, letting his pain tinge the action. "I'm sorry for being crass. I thought I could handle being alone with you or that this, whatever it is, would fade. Instead, I find my attraction only growing stronger. I want you as you can see." The gesture downward was unneeded. He'd nearly escaped his pants entirely.

    Cetus ran a hand through his hair. He looked down at the ground as if ashamed. On some level, he might actually have been. "I'd understand if you didn't wish to take this relationship there. I'm not a wholly great prospect. Traveling around, doing whatever I please, spending the money my parents left behind. There isn't much going for me. If you don't want me, then please just say so. I'll act professionally from here on out." There was a twinge with his lie. Something inside Cetus didn't like hiding the truth from Pandora. A new reaction given Cetus couldn't remember the last time he'd told the whole truth. "However, if you're willing, I'd like you to get up onto the table. I want to worship every inch of your body before taking you to the room in the back where hopefully we can pass the time pleasurably. Would that be...amiable to you?" He looked up, nervously stepping into the reach of Pandora. His hands clenched at his sides. His desire to touch her warred with common sense. If this woman wanted to take things there, she needed to say so first. If not, Cetus would put his shirt back on, pull his pants up and be the perfect gentleman from here on out.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 4th June 2019, 5:04 pm

    She'd not meant for it to come out like that; words that had supposed to remain but a mere thought. But they'd slipped her lips and she was even further from home than she had been before. Even more to her surprise Caimileir had taken it upon himself to indulge in her fantasy with a teasing gesture; one that gave her more of a few than she would've expected. Lucky for her, her pokerface was as mighty as her family's name, allowing her a straight face with interested eyes trying their best not to steal a glance. She needed it for what she was to do next. At the door she had felt it happen. The silence falling as she seemingly walked away; the disappointment in his sigh. But no words to stop her from leaving, no pleas begging her to stay. He was giving her the freedom to walk away, which only reinforced her idea of putting her trust in him more. Had his intentions been ill-natured they'd already shone through by now, which was why she left the key on the lock. One could never be too certain, even when things felt right. Comfortable. Yet after she confessed she was prepared to indulge his request, the silence remained, but the air within the room had changed. There was this type of tension she couldn't quite put into words; one that was still trying to pace through its possibilities trying to reach for the boundaries of what was allowed and what wasn't.

    Pandora returned to his side rather easily, and she talked as he listened, watching her. Although being stared at wasn't exactly her cup of tea, seeing his gaze rest upon her felt like a wordless compliment she was all too happy to take. Even when she was struggling with her clothing he managed to read the mood enough to leave her to struggle; in her weakened state she didn't want to lose the independence she had always had. Pandora was too proud for that. If she needed a helping hand the redhead would ask for it, and unless being taken off-guard, would rage about those who tried to bypass that selfmade rule. Caimileir not helping Pandora was respectful in her eyes. Caring, in a way. Him inching towards her but keeping himself from helping added to that feeling. Even in this 'predicament' did he show he was every bit the gentleman he was claiming to be. His words too, when he finally spoke, apologizing for his staring. Pandora couldn't help but blush slightly as both took a gander at one another's body, carving it into their mind. Like she gently touched his scars Caimileir had gone to caressing hers, his touch ticklish on her warm skin. Yet she enjoyed it every moment it lasted; how his slender fingers ran past her cuts and bruises. How his somewhat rough fingertips summoned goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't help but wonder why this man's touch felt so familiar, why it didn't make any alarm bells ring inside her mind because a stranger was touching her. His words touched her deeply, and the small joke at the end made her chuckle with him.

    However this time it was her turn to remain silent. He had a point. A point that dig itself deeper into her mind when he helped himself to her kimono and took it off her arm, heading for the door himself. It stung seeing him move away, and for a moment it crossed her mind that this might have been how he had felt moments earlier when she'd pulled that off. The kimono was hung next to the door, but Caimileir kept facing her with his back for a few moments more. To her, those moments lasted an eternity. Backs only meant farewell, and that was the last thing she wanted right now. Inside her mind a little voice was begging for the man to turn around and look at her. His voice lingered in the stale air as his words slowly nudged their way into her mind, trying to be comprehended. Her heartbeat picked up its pace when it did. Pandora couldn't even bother with blushing at what Caimileir had said. The only thing that mattered to her right now was the fact that he felt it too. This whatever between them that neither seemed to be able to ignore. The signs were there, tension slowly building, and the way they were currently lacking clothing as is made it nearly inevitable. There was attraction. A need for passion. The fickle flame had started blazing.

    Pandora didn't need to look down, and only kept her eyes pinned on his face. A lump cluttered her throat, allowing for single words to leave it rather than sentences. "I," she tried again. "I mean,". Her voice was too silent to properly hear. After blatantly blurting out his true feelings Caimileir said he understood if she didn't want to. If she didn't want him. It would've driven her up the wall if she hadn't been doing her utmost best to keep herself from jumping him then and there. Rather crude of her despite her upbringing. Pandora wanted him. There was no denying that any longer, but it seemed like she had to be the one to say it. Even now he was every bit the gentleman. He nervously moved closer, looking up again from the ground. She could see it in his eyes that he was looking an answer. Her answer. And she was more than prepared to give him that reply; or rather, be that reply he was looking for. Wanting to smile, yet she couldn't. All she could was stare. Ponder. Whatever was attracting her to this man was stopping her from just "being", and started to make her "live". It was silently building, like a brewing storm, and now it had reached its peak, it was erupting. Flaring up like lighting tearing through a darkened sky. The redhead, despite many reasons not to, was prepared to cast every single one of those reasons to the wind.

    Caimileir needed her on the table. While she had still to give her reply about the boundaries he'd been inquiring about. There was a way to make that clearer than crystal clear could be to the cyan-haired man. Pandora took a step back and leant against the table, her buttocks perfectly aligned with the table's top. In lack of a shirt to pull him closer with, the redhaired woman resorted to hooking a few fingers into Caimileir's pants, pulling him flush against her. If anything her assets would make for a soft landing. A gentle smile accompanied the needy look of passion in her eye as she spoke in a smoky voice. "Forget about that leg for a bit," she pulled him in, inching closer to her face. "Because right now I need you... to get me on that table." The latter had already become an inaudible whisper, as her lips had sealed his with a passionate kiss by the time the words could leave her lips. "I need you" was all that needed to be heard. Her desire. His. For now, all she wished as to indulge into what this handsome craftsman had to offer her.



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    Post by Cetus on 4th June 2019, 8:41 pm

    Cetus wasn't sure what had Pandora staring. His brief moment of emotional understanding had deserted him. He was stuck wading in an ocean impossible to traverse. There was nothing to keep him afloat. The assassin wondered if anything was as terrifying. Many reasons not to pursue his emotions were starting to become evident. The lack of control, the emotional turmoil, the distractions at the worst times were at the top of a very long list. Yet a whole new world spread itself out before him. The shark-man wanted to grab his redheaded beauty, throw her onto a carpet to begin a song about it all. There would be a romantic evening afterward where he told her the truth about himself.

    That little daydream popped quickly. Not by anything Cetus did. Rather because Pandora hooked her fingers into his waistband. A very different daydream rapidly took place as he was pulled into her body. His arms came up around her instinctually. An animal lust was rapidly rising with the redhead's actions. The look of desire in her eyes brought Cetus' own desire to the forefront. His eyes took in her face hungrily. Her words barely registered to his ears. As their lips sealed together, Cetus' hands moved to lift Pandora from the ground. "I'd be careful, little lady." Cetus cautioned huskily once their lips broke apart. A rumble came from his chest. It was an odd mix of growl and purr, a primal noise of desire. Cetus couldn't ever remember making it before. "I may be a gentleman on the streets but I'm an animal in the sheets." The assassin set Pandora on the short end of the table. An arm of gentle pressure urged her to lay back. There was a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Now let's see what I can do about worshipping this temple of a body." He kissed her once more and got to work.

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    Cetus lay naked next to his latest lover. It was an odd feeling. As he gazed down at her, there was almost something humane beating in his breast. His fingers brushed the red hair back from her face. She'd be cursing him in an hour or so though. They'd been gentle. They'd been rough. There hadn't been a real break until five minutes ago. That was only because Cetus wanted to let her rest. She'd be sneaking into an excavation site in a few hours. It wouldn't do for her to be sore. The shark-man slowly climbed out of the bed. "The shower is through that door if you want it." Cetus gestured to ensure she knew where to go. He glanced over his shoulder. There was a roguish smile upon his lips. "I'd join you but I still crave your body. We'd only begin again and someone has books to steal in a few hours." His eyes swept down Pandora's body, alight with sexual want.

    It was difficult to continue into the workshop. Harder than Cetus ever expected. Of course, he'd never had so many rounds in so few hours either. He wondered if Pandora was ovulating. That probably should have been a question asked beforehand. Then again, Cetus wasn't entirely sure he wasn't a mule. The cult created him out of a test tube after all. There was a chance he wasn't fertile. The assassin debated sticking his head back in to ask. Probably not the best time for that. He was still packing major heat. Pandora simply needed to twitch a finger. They'd fall right back into bed again. Or the shower. Or the counters. Or against the wall. Mmmm that position had been enjoyable. Maybe they could try it one more time...

    Cetus shook his head. Now wasn't the time for play. He had a few hours to get a preliminary leg going for Pandora. It would be far from perfect given he didn't have her measurements... technically. Though if he made an imperfect leg, it would force Pandora to come back to his workshop. Where ever it might be at that time. The cool-headed assassin suddenly found his mind wandering toward the possibilities. Like what if they added another woman? Would Pandora be into that? Would she put up with it, unable to keep up with his sexual capabilities? Would he need a ring for her finger? Was it wise to do such a thing while they didn't know each other well? Not to mention the cult still being on his tail. Cetus almost moved back into the other room. He found comfort in Pandora's arms. Comfort and a sense of belonging. Both emotions he wasn't used to. Emotions that he craved.

    It took hitting his toe on the worktable to bring Cetus back. He cursed loudly. There might have also have been stumbling around. Once he righted himself, Cetus used the pain to help him focus. He began softly speaking. Tools began flying off the walls. Materials lined up neatly on the table. Whatever he needed floated around the assassin and the table. Cetus glanced at the doorway. "Pandora? If you come into the workshop, please stay in the doorway! I don't want anything to hit you." He called out. His fingers danced on the table while he talked. Cetus was already pulling together the barest semblance of a leg. It was an outline for now. Something functional for Pandora to use. It wouldn't be nearly as complicated as the one he planned to make. Cetus' brow furrowed in concentration. Everything was focused on making this leg.

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    Post by Pandora Dagger on 31st July 2019, 6:04 pm

    Pandora rested her head upon Caimileir's muscular chest, that just like hers had been heaving heavily only moments ago. Now, all she did was feel the man's slightly-faster-than-usual heartbeat pounding underneath her, yet hearing it brought her peace of mind. The warmth his body radiated was comforting, and she'd closed her eyes in the process as she laid snug against him. The redhead only bothered opening them again when she felt Caimileir's fingers gently brushing a strand of hair off her face, and met his gaze with a gentle smile. She’d enjoyed her time with him so far; the leisurely moments, the silly moments, and… well, those moments too. When Caimileir left the bed, Pandora rolled to her side, only half-covered by the blanket as her eyes followed his every movement. Gods he had a cute butt. Very sexy. With or without complimentary tight pants. She wasn’t even slightly disappointed when he slipped back into a pair of pants. Instead she leant on her elbow and watched as he walked towards the door, gesturing the way to the bathroom if she wanted to take a shower. When he mentioned why he wouldn’t be joining her, she chuckled. ”That’s too bad, I could’ve stolen much more than just a few books if you’d join~” she gave him a teasing wink, She’d already grown to love that roguish smile of his.

    When he’d left the room, Pandora laid back down upon the bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin and sighed deeply. Now she was alone, it dawned upon her what exactly she’d been doing, and a sense of panic struck her, vividly spreading throughout her body. Gods, what was she even doing? She had Kessicia, so why was she… well, it’d been stronger than herself. An urge. A need to. It had felt right, surprisingly. But she couldn’t quite bring that as an explanation to the beautiful Dessiertan, now could she? There was a whole lot of guilt coursing through the redhead’s veins, and it only became more apparent the more Kessicia stuck to her mind. She cupped her visage in both hands, shielding her face from the outside world, if only for a while. Just the thought of losing her because of her stupid infidelity got her on the brink of crying. She could feel the tears slowly welling up in her eyes. Pandora shook her head and rubbed the lingering tears from her eyes, pushing herself up to a seated position. No. Getting emotional wouldn’t solve anything right now. What happened had happened, Pandora couldn’t change anything about what had transpired between her and Caimileir. After she’d gotten his books and finished this request, she’d seek her out. Ask her beloved for forgiveness. But for now, she would focus.

    Pandora reluctantly threw the covers off of her, and moved to the edge of the bed. Rising her hand above the floor, Pandora materialized her cane before her, having left it back at Caimileir’s atelier earlier. She needed it to move around with, and after the amount of rounds they’d been at it, her body could definitely use the extra support. It took her quite a bit of effort to get to the shower, but once she was underneath it she could feel how her muscles relaxed as the hot water ran down her body. The red-haired magus took her sweet time showering, most of it just spent looking up, letting the hot water wash her troubles away. Hearing his voice calling her from his workshop got her to pop her head from underneath to listen, only hearing half of what Caimileir had actually said. Curious, Pandora got out and dried herself off, realising her kimono was currently out of reach; still neatly hanging next to the door Caimileir had put it at. Unlike her cane however, said kimono did not hold the right link to retrieve it through her requip, quite literally leaving her bare and clothless. Not wanting to throw on any of her fighting outfits however, Pandora rummaged through her pocket dimension until she found something more leisurely; a coat-like yukata, only covering her up to her thighs. She gave up on reapplying bandages and put a pair of panties on instead, leaving extra clothing for another time. Slowly she made her way to the workshop, stopping in the doorway to watch as Caimileir worked.

    Tools levitated around the atelier, and took his warning to heart to remain where she was. The cyan-haired man himself was bending over the table, his fingers and hands dancing over its surface as if they were handling a musical instrument rather than crafting tools, yet the redhead could only watch with gentle eyes as he worked. Pandora leant unto the door-frame, her head resting against the wooden frame as she stood there watching, silently, not wanting to interrupt him in his creative process. For a short moment she saw the reflection of someone else overshadowing him, like a ghastly appearance. One that made the warrioress almost jolt forward; but as soon as she moved, the image faded back to Caimileir, leaving Pandora with a sense of confusion. Again… why did she keep on seeing Rhadamanthys in Caimileir? They weren't similar to one another, yet somehow he kept on reminding her of her deceased lover…. Were they connected in any way? A sigh left her lips as she sunk back against the doorframe, her eyes pinned upon Caimileir in gentle, yet somewhat absent-minded gaze. A smile silently crept upon her lips. She didn't know why, but Pandora wouldn't let it get to her just yet. She'd find out eventually. For now, she'd just enjoy his company for as long as they still were together.




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