Post by Head Moderator on Nov 24, 2012 20:19:15 GMT -5
The rooftops of Navahla were as vast as the sewers, with all sorts of ways to move along without being seen, going from one building to the next. It was upon these rooftops that a member of the criminal underground in Navahla stalked Ashton. He'd been making a name for himself in the town, not too much of course but enough to draw the attention of a few certain folks. It was these folks that sent the spy out to follow him. She moved along with barely a sound no matter where he turned. Every now and again, the weapon in her hand would glint in the moonlight but surely he would not be aware of what lurked above his head, would he?
Ashton? Being stalked? Now there was an odd turn of events, usually he was the one doing the stalking. If he knew about the spy the whole time, well, he'd wonder what he'd done to warrant it, but since he wasn't aware at the moment, he of course wouldn't be questioning it. He wasn't out and about doing anything in particular, just taking a walk! It was, however, silly to think that Ash wouldn't be aware of things above him. He was just as at home on the rooftops of a good city as he was on the streets, and was thus quite often on the lookout for a place to sneak up and get a better view. He glanced up briefly and thought perhaps he'd seen something odd, but didn't look twice. In fact, he simply kept walking as if he'd just been taking a brief glance up at the sky. The only change was that he reached back and pulled his hood up over his head. Now it was time to try and think of a place he could go to try and get a better look without being too obvious about it. Maybe a place with a large shiny window he might catch a reflection in!
She carried on, following him above, without realizing that he knew that something was up. She crept along quickly to keep up with him, and between two buildings there would be another glint of silver as she jumped between them and landed on one knee and one hand. She knew where he stayed, Runik was well aware of the organization of the Obsidian Heart. Very well aware, as they'd managed to thwart a few of their plans already. Why did they send Annika to stalk Ashton? He had promise. He had something they wanted. There were certainly plenty of glass windows that would catch the reflection of what looked like a small, white haired man or woman carrying something metallic. Too large for a dagger, but oddly shaped for a sword. When he pulled his hood over his head, she decided to move down to the ground. She crept along the edge of the building until she found the makeshift ladder she knew was there, and began climbing down. She'd lost sight of Ashton, but knew he had to be just around the bend. Down she climbed, and gave a jump at the end to reach the ground with a soft thud.
He did catch that reflection in one of the windows, and happened to see her heading to the edge of a building, and then he took off while she was climbing down! Running, he ran over to the nearest building, jumped with his running start, gloved fingers snatching onto a windowsill. Luckily, he was light! He pulled himself up, then climbed right up that building until he got onto the roof, then crouched low and moved his way back, catching sight of her now that the tables had turned. He made his way around behind her and smirked a bit, then reached into his cloak and produced his mask, slipping it on. He jumped off that roof, caught himself on a window ledge across the street, then from there hopped down and landed nearly silently, moving right up behind her. She'd feel a little poke in the back that was obviously a dagger, but he didn't stab her or anything. Free hand moved to grab onto her shoulder, which would both make it difficult for her to turn around easily, particularly without his knowing, and it'd also restrict that weapon arm just a wee bit. "Evening, darling. Something I can help you with?"
She stayed crouched almost like a feral creature for a few moments when she reached the ground, then she stood up. She was a little shorter than the average woman, but exceedingly thin with long white braids.
Her weapon was a swordbow, which had been pulled into bow shape. A quiver of arrows was on her back, she was dressed very simply in a short, white dress that allowed for ease of movement. She began to move down the alley towards the street, having no idea that Ashton had slipped her, and beyond that, was now stalking her. She closed her dark eyes, then opened them again and reached upwards to give a little scratch of her pale cheek when she felt the blade at her back. A low grumbling word was heard, "Fuuuuuck." She stood there a moment, then slowly turned her head to stare abyssal eyes at him. Thin, pink lips pulled into a smirk, as her hand with the bladed bow gave a spin and she attempted to twist her small body around, perhaps even get the bladed edge of her bow against his side. "There might be."
She might have been able to get her weapon against his side if he hadn't known she was going to start moving due to the hand on her shoulder. Instead of getting close enough to do that, as soon as she started moving his foot lifted, planted against the small of her back, and shoved her forward hard, that dagger being flipped around in his hand so he had it by the blade, ready to throw. "I'm fairly certain I can toss this into your eye before you can get one of those arrows ready, so let's be civil about this, hm? Why were you following me?"
She looked delicate, as if a breeze would blow her over, but she was nothing of the sort. Looks could be very deceiving with a changeling. At the shove with his foot into her back, she stumbled forward, then fell to
her bare knees, scraping the skin on the hard ground. She caught herself with one hand, and rose, spinning around as her braids flew about then settled. "You don't know how quick I am with this, I wasn't intending on shooting you with an arrow." She smiled, and tilted her head as she looked him over. "Well I certainly can see why they want you. I am usually able to follow my mark without my mark coming up behind me." And with that cryptic sentence, she released her bow so that it became a straight sword, and slid it over her head into the sheath upon her back. Now unarmed (as far as he knew), she began to walk in a circle around him, like a wild animal cornering her prey.
"Well you're certainly not going to be sticking or slashing me with it at that range, either. Intent seems rather irrelevant now, at any rate." When she put her weapon away, he crouched down to tuck his back into his boot. Always better to use the obviously hidden weapon, so they wouldn't know about the easier-to-get-to hidden one! Well, that and he did have his throwing knives on, which she'd see under his cloak. "And that didn't answer my question, darling. Who are they, and why do they want you to follow me? This will be terribly dull for both of us if it's just to consist of you looking lovely and circling me, and me asking questions."
She caught sight of the throwing knives, and came around one time so that she faced him again, having moved a little closer during her movement around. She reached out and tapped his chest with a slender finger. "What else would you like to do, to make it more exciting?" She turned her head upwards, and moved her hand to press to the bottom of her chin in thought. She was rather lovely, in a weird fey skinny sort of way though her eyes were so dark with barely any white, and she had dark circles around them which took away from any prettiness she had in her natural form. "Perhaps there is a place out of the cold night air we may talk?"
Well compared to a lot of males around these parts, Ash was both skinny and short, so a weird fey skinny girl worked for him! He stepped back after she tapped his finger, not particularly wanting to let her keep her hand that close for long. He had a spring loaded dagger up his sleeve, after all, so he knew quite well how easy it'd be to stab someone. That mask kept right on smiling at her at her question, and he let out a little snicker. "Interrogations are always more fun naked. Well, fun for one of us, at any rate." He glanced past her briefly and thought on that second question, then nodded. "There's a small unowned house, not far from here. Just up the street and to the right, in fact. Although I'm perfectly warm, perhaps you should invest in a proper cloak."
She looked positively heartbroken when he pulled away from her touch, those large dark eyes of her seemed ready to fill with tears to be shed. But his statement about the whole naked thing brought a smile. "I'm sure it would be fun for both of us. Maybe you should spank me until I tell you why I followed you." Her voice was teasing, and she had a grin for a moment but when he mentioned the house she nodded. "Let's go then." Her skin was freezing to the touch, though besides her saying she wanted to get out of the cold it really didnt seem to bother her. Her legs were bare too, with ankle boots on her feet. She waited for him to start moving, and she'd walk at his side with her arms crossed in front of her.
"Perhaps I might, but only if you're properly restrained." He gestured for her to start walking. "I do apologize, darling, but I'm not quite comfortable with you not being in front of me just yet. I'll tell you which one it is when we get there." And assuming she did start walking, he'd do just that! Tell her where to turn, and then which door it was. Although rather than go through the door, he moved around behind it, pushing one of the windows open, then gesturing to it! The door was locked, and he knew that, and he didn't want to focus on picking a lock with her around.
"If you can catch me and hold me down, you can restrain me first." She smirked, and gave pause when he wanted her to walk in front of him. She was about to decline when she remembered what she was here for. With a shrug, she moved in front of him and walked quietly. When he showed her the house, she turned and watched as he went to a window. She peered down the street, then the other way, then upwards, and crept into the window to get inside. It was warmer already due to the wind not being able to blow inside.
He crawled into the window after her, reaching behind him to close it while keeping his eyes on her. He drew the curtains as well, thankful for his darkeye lenses, since there wasn't any light inside! And he intended for it to stay that way, so they wouldn't draw any undue attention from anyone who was familiar with the house being empty. He moved over to the corner of the room they'd come into and leaned his back against the wall, watching her for a moment. "I should ask you to disarm yourself, I suppose, but considering I don't whether you're hiding any weapons, I think we'd just be right back to nudity. So I suppose you can keep your clothes on for now." Unless she got threatening! "So, explanation, please?"
"I figured you were all talk." She stood in the middle of the dark room, turning as he walked into the corner so that it was obvious she could see well enough in the dark too. "Nor do I know what you hide under those clothes of yours, secreted away in all the little places one can hide their weapons." She wanted to see how well he could see in the dark, so she began moving towards him without making any sound whatsoever. Forward she'd move unless he stopped her, one hand sliding across her tummy as if making a move to the opposite hip. That would determine how well he could see. If he could see the small things she was doing. Thick lashes blinked over big eyes as she stared right at him.
"Oh I'm a bit more than all talk, it's simply talk that I want at the moment. As for her creeping closer to see how well he was able to see, his head didn't move, though his eyes followed her. And yes, he did see what she was doing, which she'd probably realize quite well when he rather suddenly snatched one of his throwing knives from his chest and threw it at her shoulder. Well..at the part of her dress that was atop her shoulder, at any rate, his intent to slice right through her clothes, possibly nicking that shoulder just a bit in the process, and then that throwing knife hit the opposite wall with a nice satisfying thwack. "That's quite close enough there, I think."
She winced and moved her body to the side when she saw him grab the knife and throw it at her, though she'd not expected that at all and it managed to cut into her dress and leave a line of blood where it cut across the skin. She narrowed her eyes, though she stopped moving. She knew how well he could see now, though. Very well. She smiled and tilted her head. "You can't possibly be frightened of me? That's quite close enough there.... not one step more? Just one step?" She shifted from one foot to the other, then
stepped one step closer to him. "Ashton, what will you do? Keep throwing knives at me until my clothing falls away?Leave me wounded and bloody in this old house where no one would know to find me?"
"Frightened? Not at all, darling. Growing increasingly annoyed, however. I may well just plant a knife in your back and leave you here to bleed out with a message for whoever sent you. Someone would find you, eventually." When she stepped closer, he reached out then and grabbed her by the throat, then traded their places and shoved her back into that corner good and hard before he backed away a step. "I'm getting quite tired of playing these games. If you've no intention of explaining why you've been following me, I may have to stop being polite about all this."
"You won't. You won't kill me." She clamped her mouth closed when he grabbed her by the throat, wouldn't take much to put that small thin woman in the corner. She coughed as she was shoved so hard against the wall, and gave a little wiggle of her hips and a long, "Mmmmmm." She reached up, pushing her braids out of her face, and gave a shrug. "Fine." She slid her hand into her cleavage to pull out a small folded parchment, sealed with red wax with the seal of Runik upon it. Runik was one of the largest criminal organizations in the whole of the lands, in every kingdom, he may know the symbol or may not but regardless, it's still need to be cracked open to read. She pouted and leaned in the corner, wiggling side to side as she stared at him.
"And what makes you so certain of that, hm?" Sure, he hadn't exactly killed that death cult himself, but he had led people to them who were perfectly happy to do that killing, and the only reason he hadn't done it himself was simply that he would've been too outnumbered. He wasn't opposed to killing if he felt it necessary! He took the parchment from her when she handed it over, eyed the seal on it and wrinkled his nose, then tucked it into his cloak, not reading it just yet. He'd like to feel a bit more safe, first! "There, was that so hard?" Her wiggling was perhaps a bit distracting! Not to mention that Mmmmmm she'd let out when he shoved her into the corner. He backed away from her to the opposite wall and retrieved his throwing knife from the wall, tucking it back where he'd pulled it from. "Runik too stingy with their money to use a proper courier, hm? Do you know what it says, or am I to be kept in the dark until I'm at home?"
"I just know. You'd sooner pull me over your lap and actually spank me than put a dagger in my back and leave me to die." She watched him with the note, and grinned as he tucked it away. "Not even a little bit curious? No, that was not so hard. But, I like hard things." She stopped wiggling when he walked away, and lifted her arms over her head and relaxed in the corner with her back arched slightly. "Who is to say I'm not a proper courier? I delivered the damn thing didn't I? Sounds proper enough to me. And, I didn't read it if that's what you mean but I imagine it's an invitation to join us." She pushed from the wall, hands falling to her sides as she stepped towards the middle of the room. "I'm Annika."
"Oh I don't know about that, you look a bit too thin to have a good ass for spanking. And of course I'm curious, but I'm not about to divide my attention with reading just yet." He folded his arms over his chest, wanting to try and get at least a little more info out of her before they parted ways! He did grin when she said she liked hard things, though. Nothing wrong with a little naughtiness, of course, because it was Ashton! He was just a very naughty man sometimes. "Proper couriers don't stalk about on rooftops with weapons drawn." He had a little laugh at what she thought the note was, as well. "Oh dear. I'm much more a fan of disorganized crime, myself, so I'm afraid they'll be disappointed if that is indeed what it is." He nodded once to her when she gave her name. "And you already know my name, so I feel little need to introduce myself properly. Pleasure to meet you, Annika."
"There is nothing wrong with my ass!" She seemed taken aback by that, and twisted around and tugged up that short dress to show him that she did indeed have a little bit of fat on her body, giving her a cute little ass. Nothing particularly special really, it wasn't a plump ass but it could take a spanking! The dress dropped and she spun around again. "I wanted to see if you could tell I was stalking you. You know, see just why they want you. You surprised me, so that's always good." She poked out her bottom lip again and blinked when he said he wasn't interested. "Too good for us? Ah don't lie, Ashton, you know it's not been a pleasure at all. Unfortunately."
"Ah, I stand corrected! Seemed you got the bit of fat in the place it's needed most. Were you bent over with your ass thrust towards me, I might well enjoy spanking it, after all." He reached up and pulled his mask off then, tucking it back into his cloak. "Too good for you? Of course I am, and I tend to work best alone anyway. Organizations also tend to amass more greed than I prefer working with." It was his turn to blink when she said he knew it hadn't been a pleasure. "Of course it has been, I got to run around on the roofs for a bit, be threatening, and see a nice ass. Where's the lack of pleasure?"
"They won't be happy, probably, it just really depends on how bad they want you." She rocked her hips side to side again, a nervous habit really. "You threatened to kill me because you were bored of my tricks, that doesn't sound like enjoyment to me."
"Well if they want me and can't have me, that's simply too fucking bad for them, now isn't it? If that is what they want, you can tell them they'd be wise to not press it."
"I'll relay the message." She grinned.
Ashton? Being stalked? Now there was an odd turn of events, usually he was the one doing the stalking. If he knew about the spy the whole time, well, he'd wonder what he'd done to warrant it, but since he wasn't aware at the moment, he of course wouldn't be questioning it. He wasn't out and about doing anything in particular, just taking a walk! It was, however, silly to think that Ash wouldn't be aware of things above him. He was just as at home on the rooftops of a good city as he was on the streets, and was thus quite often on the lookout for a place to sneak up and get a better view. He glanced up briefly and thought perhaps he'd seen something odd, but didn't look twice. In fact, he simply kept walking as if he'd just been taking a brief glance up at the sky. The only change was that he reached back and pulled his hood up over his head. Now it was time to try and think of a place he could go to try and get a better look without being too obvious about it. Maybe a place with a large shiny window he might catch a reflection in!
She carried on, following him above, without realizing that he knew that something was up. She crept along quickly to keep up with him, and between two buildings there would be another glint of silver as she jumped between them and landed on one knee and one hand. She knew where he stayed, Runik was well aware of the organization of the Obsidian Heart. Very well aware, as they'd managed to thwart a few of their plans already. Why did they send Annika to stalk Ashton? He had promise. He had something they wanted. There were certainly plenty of glass windows that would catch the reflection of what looked like a small, white haired man or woman carrying something metallic. Too large for a dagger, but oddly shaped for a sword. When he pulled his hood over his head, she decided to move down to the ground. She crept along the edge of the building until she found the makeshift ladder she knew was there, and began climbing down. She'd lost sight of Ashton, but knew he had to be just around the bend. Down she climbed, and gave a jump at the end to reach the ground with a soft thud.
He did catch that reflection in one of the windows, and happened to see her heading to the edge of a building, and then he took off while she was climbing down! Running, he ran over to the nearest building, jumped with his running start, gloved fingers snatching onto a windowsill. Luckily, he was light! He pulled himself up, then climbed right up that building until he got onto the roof, then crouched low and moved his way back, catching sight of her now that the tables had turned. He made his way around behind her and smirked a bit, then reached into his cloak and produced his mask, slipping it on. He jumped off that roof, caught himself on a window ledge across the street, then from there hopped down and landed nearly silently, moving right up behind her. She'd feel a little poke in the back that was obviously a dagger, but he didn't stab her or anything. Free hand moved to grab onto her shoulder, which would both make it difficult for her to turn around easily, particularly without his knowing, and it'd also restrict that weapon arm just a wee bit. "Evening, darling. Something I can help you with?"
She stayed crouched almost like a feral creature for a few moments when she reached the ground, then she stood up. She was a little shorter than the average woman, but exceedingly thin with long white braids.
Her weapon was a swordbow, which had been pulled into bow shape. A quiver of arrows was on her back, she was dressed very simply in a short, white dress that allowed for ease of movement. She began to move down the alley towards the street, having no idea that Ashton had slipped her, and beyond that, was now stalking her. She closed her dark eyes, then opened them again and reached upwards to give a little scratch of her pale cheek when she felt the blade at her back. A low grumbling word was heard, "Fuuuuuck." She stood there a moment, then slowly turned her head to stare abyssal eyes at him. Thin, pink lips pulled into a smirk, as her hand with the bladed bow gave a spin and she attempted to twist her small body around, perhaps even get the bladed edge of her bow against his side. "There might be."
She might have been able to get her weapon against his side if he hadn't known she was going to start moving due to the hand on her shoulder. Instead of getting close enough to do that, as soon as she started moving his foot lifted, planted against the small of her back, and shoved her forward hard, that dagger being flipped around in his hand so he had it by the blade, ready to throw. "I'm fairly certain I can toss this into your eye before you can get one of those arrows ready, so let's be civil about this, hm? Why were you following me?"
She looked delicate, as if a breeze would blow her over, but she was nothing of the sort. Looks could be very deceiving with a changeling. At the shove with his foot into her back, she stumbled forward, then fell to
her bare knees, scraping the skin on the hard ground. She caught herself with one hand, and rose, spinning around as her braids flew about then settled. "You don't know how quick I am with this, I wasn't intending on shooting you with an arrow." She smiled, and tilted her head as she looked him over. "Well I certainly can see why they want you. I am usually able to follow my mark without my mark coming up behind me." And with that cryptic sentence, she released her bow so that it became a straight sword, and slid it over her head into the sheath upon her back. Now unarmed (as far as he knew), she began to walk in a circle around him, like a wild animal cornering her prey.
"Well you're certainly not going to be sticking or slashing me with it at that range, either. Intent seems rather irrelevant now, at any rate." When she put her weapon away, he crouched down to tuck his back into his boot. Always better to use the obviously hidden weapon, so they wouldn't know about the easier-to-get-to hidden one! Well, that and he did have his throwing knives on, which she'd see under his cloak. "And that didn't answer my question, darling. Who are they, and why do they want you to follow me? This will be terribly dull for both of us if it's just to consist of you looking lovely and circling me, and me asking questions."
She caught sight of the throwing knives, and came around one time so that she faced him again, having moved a little closer during her movement around. She reached out and tapped his chest with a slender finger. "What else would you like to do, to make it more exciting?" She turned her head upwards, and moved her hand to press to the bottom of her chin in thought. She was rather lovely, in a weird fey skinny sort of way though her eyes were so dark with barely any white, and she had dark circles around them which took away from any prettiness she had in her natural form. "Perhaps there is a place out of the cold night air we may talk?"
Well compared to a lot of males around these parts, Ash was both skinny and short, so a weird fey skinny girl worked for him! He stepped back after she tapped his finger, not particularly wanting to let her keep her hand that close for long. He had a spring loaded dagger up his sleeve, after all, so he knew quite well how easy it'd be to stab someone. That mask kept right on smiling at her at her question, and he let out a little snicker. "Interrogations are always more fun naked. Well, fun for one of us, at any rate." He glanced past her briefly and thought on that second question, then nodded. "There's a small unowned house, not far from here. Just up the street and to the right, in fact. Although I'm perfectly warm, perhaps you should invest in a proper cloak."
She looked positively heartbroken when he pulled away from her touch, those large dark eyes of her seemed ready to fill with tears to be shed. But his statement about the whole naked thing brought a smile. "I'm sure it would be fun for both of us. Maybe you should spank me until I tell you why I followed you." Her voice was teasing, and she had a grin for a moment but when he mentioned the house she nodded. "Let's go then." Her skin was freezing to the touch, though besides her saying she wanted to get out of the cold it really didnt seem to bother her. Her legs were bare too, with ankle boots on her feet. She waited for him to start moving, and she'd walk at his side with her arms crossed in front of her.
"Perhaps I might, but only if you're properly restrained." He gestured for her to start walking. "I do apologize, darling, but I'm not quite comfortable with you not being in front of me just yet. I'll tell you which one it is when we get there." And assuming she did start walking, he'd do just that! Tell her where to turn, and then which door it was. Although rather than go through the door, he moved around behind it, pushing one of the windows open, then gesturing to it! The door was locked, and he knew that, and he didn't want to focus on picking a lock with her around.
"If you can catch me and hold me down, you can restrain me first." She smirked, and gave pause when he wanted her to walk in front of him. She was about to decline when she remembered what she was here for. With a shrug, she moved in front of him and walked quietly. When he showed her the house, she turned and watched as he went to a window. She peered down the street, then the other way, then upwards, and crept into the window to get inside. It was warmer already due to the wind not being able to blow inside.
He crawled into the window after her, reaching behind him to close it while keeping his eyes on her. He drew the curtains as well, thankful for his darkeye lenses, since there wasn't any light inside! And he intended for it to stay that way, so they wouldn't draw any undue attention from anyone who was familiar with the house being empty. He moved over to the corner of the room they'd come into and leaned his back against the wall, watching her for a moment. "I should ask you to disarm yourself, I suppose, but considering I don't whether you're hiding any weapons, I think we'd just be right back to nudity. So I suppose you can keep your clothes on for now." Unless she got threatening! "So, explanation, please?"
"I figured you were all talk." She stood in the middle of the dark room, turning as he walked into the corner so that it was obvious she could see well enough in the dark too. "Nor do I know what you hide under those clothes of yours, secreted away in all the little places one can hide their weapons." She wanted to see how well he could see in the dark, so she began moving towards him without making any sound whatsoever. Forward she'd move unless he stopped her, one hand sliding across her tummy as if making a move to the opposite hip. That would determine how well he could see. If he could see the small things she was doing. Thick lashes blinked over big eyes as she stared right at him.
"Oh I'm a bit more than all talk, it's simply talk that I want at the moment. As for her creeping closer to see how well he was able to see, his head didn't move, though his eyes followed her. And yes, he did see what she was doing, which she'd probably realize quite well when he rather suddenly snatched one of his throwing knives from his chest and threw it at her shoulder. Well..at the part of her dress that was atop her shoulder, at any rate, his intent to slice right through her clothes, possibly nicking that shoulder just a bit in the process, and then that throwing knife hit the opposite wall with a nice satisfying thwack. "That's quite close enough there, I think."
She winced and moved her body to the side when she saw him grab the knife and throw it at her, though she'd not expected that at all and it managed to cut into her dress and leave a line of blood where it cut across the skin. She narrowed her eyes, though she stopped moving. She knew how well he could see now, though. Very well. She smiled and tilted her head. "You can't possibly be frightened of me? That's quite close enough there.... not one step more? Just one step?" She shifted from one foot to the other, then
stepped one step closer to him. "Ashton, what will you do? Keep throwing knives at me until my clothing falls away?Leave me wounded and bloody in this old house where no one would know to find me?"
"Frightened? Not at all, darling. Growing increasingly annoyed, however. I may well just plant a knife in your back and leave you here to bleed out with a message for whoever sent you. Someone would find you, eventually." When she stepped closer, he reached out then and grabbed her by the throat, then traded their places and shoved her back into that corner good and hard before he backed away a step. "I'm getting quite tired of playing these games. If you've no intention of explaining why you've been following me, I may have to stop being polite about all this."
"You won't. You won't kill me." She clamped her mouth closed when he grabbed her by the throat, wouldn't take much to put that small thin woman in the corner. She coughed as she was shoved so hard against the wall, and gave a little wiggle of her hips and a long, "Mmmmmm." She reached up, pushing her braids out of her face, and gave a shrug. "Fine." She slid her hand into her cleavage to pull out a small folded parchment, sealed with red wax with the seal of Runik upon it. Runik was one of the largest criminal organizations in the whole of the lands, in every kingdom, he may know the symbol or may not but regardless, it's still need to be cracked open to read. She pouted and leaned in the corner, wiggling side to side as she stared at him.
"And what makes you so certain of that, hm?" Sure, he hadn't exactly killed that death cult himself, but he had led people to them who were perfectly happy to do that killing, and the only reason he hadn't done it himself was simply that he would've been too outnumbered. He wasn't opposed to killing if he felt it necessary! He took the parchment from her when she handed it over, eyed the seal on it and wrinkled his nose, then tucked it into his cloak, not reading it just yet. He'd like to feel a bit more safe, first! "There, was that so hard?" Her wiggling was perhaps a bit distracting! Not to mention that Mmmmmm she'd let out when he shoved her into the corner. He backed away from her to the opposite wall and retrieved his throwing knife from the wall, tucking it back where he'd pulled it from. "Runik too stingy with their money to use a proper courier, hm? Do you know what it says, or am I to be kept in the dark until I'm at home?"
"I just know. You'd sooner pull me over your lap and actually spank me than put a dagger in my back and leave me to die." She watched him with the note, and grinned as he tucked it away. "Not even a little bit curious? No, that was not so hard. But, I like hard things." She stopped wiggling when he walked away, and lifted her arms over her head and relaxed in the corner with her back arched slightly. "Who is to say I'm not a proper courier? I delivered the damn thing didn't I? Sounds proper enough to me. And, I didn't read it if that's what you mean but I imagine it's an invitation to join us." She pushed from the wall, hands falling to her sides as she stepped towards the middle of the room. "I'm Annika."
"Oh I don't know about that, you look a bit too thin to have a good ass for spanking. And of course I'm curious, but I'm not about to divide my attention with reading just yet." He folded his arms over his chest, wanting to try and get at least a little more info out of her before they parted ways! He did grin when she said she liked hard things, though. Nothing wrong with a little naughtiness, of course, because it was Ashton! He was just a very naughty man sometimes. "Proper couriers don't stalk about on rooftops with weapons drawn." He had a little laugh at what she thought the note was, as well. "Oh dear. I'm much more a fan of disorganized crime, myself, so I'm afraid they'll be disappointed if that is indeed what it is." He nodded once to her when she gave her name. "And you already know my name, so I feel little need to introduce myself properly. Pleasure to meet you, Annika."
"There is nothing wrong with my ass!" She seemed taken aback by that, and twisted around and tugged up that short dress to show him that she did indeed have a little bit of fat on her body, giving her a cute little ass. Nothing particularly special really, it wasn't a plump ass but it could take a spanking! The dress dropped and she spun around again. "I wanted to see if you could tell I was stalking you. You know, see just why they want you. You surprised me, so that's always good." She poked out her bottom lip again and blinked when he said he wasn't interested. "Too good for us? Ah don't lie, Ashton, you know it's not been a pleasure at all. Unfortunately."
"Ah, I stand corrected! Seemed you got the bit of fat in the place it's needed most. Were you bent over with your ass thrust towards me, I might well enjoy spanking it, after all." He reached up and pulled his mask off then, tucking it back into his cloak. "Too good for you? Of course I am, and I tend to work best alone anyway. Organizations also tend to amass more greed than I prefer working with." It was his turn to blink when she said he knew it hadn't been a pleasure. "Of course it has been, I got to run around on the roofs for a bit, be threatening, and see a nice ass. Where's the lack of pleasure?"
"They won't be happy, probably, it just really depends on how bad they want you." She rocked her hips side to side again, a nervous habit really. "You threatened to kill me because you were bored of my tricks, that doesn't sound like enjoyment to me."
"Well if they want me and can't have me, that's simply too fucking bad for them, now isn't it? If that is what they want, you can tell them they'd be wise to not press it."
"I'll relay the message." She grinned.