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Default Watermelons Can Be Considered a Dirty Euphanism [[blueSpider]][m, of course]   #1  
Blue
The place was an acrid, shit-leveled dump and with each passing moment Tritonia looked at the populace with a disdain that rivaled emperors staring down the masses. A small girl moved to look towards the gilded bard, only for the woman to reach out with a taloned hand and shove her away as she made her way to the first place she could try and use to escape the nasty heat. A few more steps on the disgusting road and the first some-what welcoming door - Tritonia was in, hurling her cloak to whatever person was welcoming the bard into...

A brothel. Tritonia wasn't surprised in the slightest a place like this would even exist here. There was nothing to do here on this heated blight of land other than fornicate and churn out more dark-skinned children to beg and whine at their betters. sneering and glaring at the Madame, the bard forced her way to a table and slumped down, pulling out a small jug from her sides, and slugging back the thick, red-colored nectar inside before sniffling and tossing a few coin purses onto the table in front of her.

If she was gonna be here amidst a sea of bosom and arsecheeks, she might as well attract a whore or two. She could probably pay to do atrocious things to them if the price was good enough, and a few pretty-sounding songs would do well to force whomever into doing her fancy.

Spidey
Nanika knew the woman was going to be trouble the moment she stepped in. Trouble didn't show its face often, but when it did, it looked like that. She picked up the gold from the table, looked at in the light, and upon seeing that it was legitmate pocketed it and raised her eyebrow at the well-dressed woman. "Did you come for only a drink, or to have a good time as well? We only have ladies here, I'm afraid, but if those suit your fancy, I can think of one or two that might be willing to give you what you want."

Blue
"I didn't come here for literal human garbage to just pick up my money and start barking out services. You're lucky I'm too tired to brain you for being a pain in my ass." Tritonia glowered, rolling her eyes and dragging her feet up to rest them on the woman's shoulder. The bard sneered at the woman for a second, aching and begging her to try and shove her legs away before she waved her hand. "Fine. I don't care. Drink. Something strong so your coworkers have a semblance of attractiveness while being covered in whatever spewed out from a man onto them. I'd throw another bag of gold on the table if you could get the smell of cheap incense to disappear too."

Spidey
The woman did not look amused, pursing her lips at the bard and folding her arms. "You stepped into my establishment. If you'd like to be served, I would be happy to see to it that you are, given that your gold is good," her voice was thick as honey with an accent thicker than that. "I'll see to it that you have drink. If it is as you say and you're willing to pay more, I'll also see to it that the incense is put out. Wait here while I find someone you may find suitable." Now, she did move the bard's legs from her shoulders, any signs of gentleness merely superficial and she disappeared through a doorway without a door - unless strings of beads counted as that.

Moments later she re-emerged, another dark-skinned woman on her heels. This woman held in her hand a mug of something and her gaze followed the outstretched finger of the proprietor. Through the din of the other customers the words could be heard, "That's her," though after that her voice lowered. Most likely, she was saying something along the lines of a warning for a difficult customer, but soon after the latter was approaching the table with the bard.

She offered her warmest smile, setting the mug in front of the woman, "Nanika mentioned that you asked for something strong. I'm Chidi, and I'm here for you, if you'll have me."

Azure
"Correction: I was practically forced to be here. A swarm of children made sure of that. Your people should stop letting starving orphans run in the street." Tritonia spat out, venom coating a saccharine, eerily-divine voice that seemed to be too pure and precious for someone as rotten as the bard in front of Nanika. The bard's legs hit the floor with a small plop and Tritonia scowled, crossing her arms and pulling out a small harp to fiddle with its strings.

Chidi now in front of her, the bard's nose flared and then the woman shrugged at her newly founded waitress? Whore? Whatever the proper term was, before kicking at the table in front of her and grunting. "Set the mug on the table. Take a seat. Don't smile. I know you're faking the whole happiness thing. You're selling your ass for coin. Just think of serving me as a break. I just want to stare at you. Instead of this shitpile of a brothel. At least the Midlands know how to treat a hero properly."

Eight Eyes
Chidi did as she was told, setting the mug down without any great deal of force, taking her seat. The woman saw right through the facade. She was sure her other patrons did as well, but none were so forward about it. They all knew that she was there to please. Her smile, as ordered, faded immediately. Wondering what kind of facial expression she should use in its stead, she let her face melt to the one that felt most natural for the circumstances - a ruddy scowl.

"Alright, then. You're very good at stating obvious fact that people don't generally feel the need to say, I see," Chidi kept her posture straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "So you're a hero, then? Are you the type to regale your whores with marvelous tales of your adventures, or just one to say that you've had them without the stories?" The threat of the smile began to curl her lips, but she quickly repressed it, looking steadily at the bard who had yet to give her name. She just wants to stare at me? she found herself wondering, That is...unusual.

Cobalt
Tritonia treated the mug with greedy abandon, the woman gripping onto it with clawed fingers from her gloves and slugging down several large gulps of alcohol before covering her mouth to let out a small, hesitant belch, delighting in the crisp flavor before it was soured with the sound of Chidi's voice. "I'm stating the obvious because you Southern savages apparently need blunt honest in order to make this place a little less atrocious. Get the hint." Tritonia muttered, before crossing her legs and coughing a bit. "I'd regale you with a tale if you want. Probably the story about how I singlehandedly murdered a count while he was with his son. Poor thing. Nothing's more sad than a seven year old pissing himself before being entranced by song into stabbing his daddy's neck."

Sometimes Six-Eyes
Chidi watched with wide eyes as the bard downed her mug, marveling at the fact that it was she who was called the savage. "I can be as savage or as civilized as you need me to be, but clearly we have different tastes as to what constitutes 'atrocious.' I like it here. Yes, I wouldn't mind a different occupation, one with a bit less sweat, but Nanika takes care of us, and there's a roof over our head. I don't consider that atrocious in the least." Chidi was doing her best to sound civilized. She prided herself with being able to read her customers, and Nanika saw to it that the girls were educated so they'd be able to hold a conversation with nobles if need be. One of the girls was even able to marry up into nobility because of this, but Nanika never hoped for that. She only wanted to be able to afford a place of her own one day. "If you believe us Southern folk to be such savages, why are you here?"

Chidi blinked, "Well, I was going to ask, but it seems you've told me all of the important details. Why...why would you make a child do that to his own father? It sounds...Well, it sounds barbaric...."

Cerulean
"Atrocious is watching poor people touch me with their hands, expecting a hand out. Atrocious is the fact half of these women in here are pilfered off to men, when they could be farming my fields. Both the literal kind and the other kind. Even though you're all ugly. Save for you. Maybe." Tritonia snorted, opening and closing her hand. She takes care of us. Wah wah wah. Because you're all to weak to take care of yourselves.

"I'm here because I have to be. I'm supposed to be using my voice to pulp someone here. I just don't feel like smearing their matter into the walls right now. And because I'm looking for someone as well. You wouldn't know them. You're not important enough." Tritonia huffed, chugging more ale and sticking out her tongue and cacking at the aftertaste from the metal of its container. "...Why would I sully my own hands? The Count had a habit of preying on peasants. That's rude. They're good for exploiting for monet. 'Oh Miss Tritonia. Please save us from perdition. Play us a song.' It's so amusing when they think they're people."

Eight-legs
Chidi was...appalled...to say the least, but she was also fascinated. She'd dealt with corrupt city officials and even worse in titles higher than that, but this? This was the worst behaved individual she'd ever seen. It made her wonder. Something had to make her like that. She was bitter at something, something had to have happened to her in the past to make her this way. So, she decided to play her game. "I'm thankful that I might not be ugly enough that you have something at least adequate to rest your tired eyes on," Chidi said carefully. "If you have fields and are willing to employ them, I am sure some would jump at the opportunity. We're not slaves here. We can come and go as we wish."

Here, Chidi raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure that I wouldn't know? I may not be important, but we get some important clientele through our doors and I am often matched with the more important of them. Well, the high officials and women as Nanika knows my own preference and tries to cater to that."

Teal
"I mean, if you were pretty and in the utmost rarity, more beautiful than me I would have scarred you by now. Dance." Tritonia hummed, pale cheeks flushing a little as her mug was drained, the bard plucking away at idly at her harp; notes filling the air. Nothing in rhythm or meshed together in tune. It was...Bizarre to say the least. An Erich Zann-esque cacophony of tunes that seemed to make the air heavy and nauseating. "I'd employ them. Their pay is being able to bask in my perfection." Tritonia mused, snickering to herself and clicking her tongue in her cheek.

Towards Chidi's rather rude and offending question of possibly having some sort of upperhand against the glorious and flawless hero of this tale, Tritonia glared; her hand strumming down the harp in one rowdy hiss, before she set it down and leaned in close; finally settling on spitting on the woman. "You don't know anything. And now you're ugly because you've opened your mouth wrong. Send for Nanika. And tell her to fong you for being a trite piece of trash. Begone."

Arachne
Chidi was silent for a moment, all her thoughts regarding the woman's past now gone and replaced with pure hatred for the woman. She was thankful for the first order to stop her smiling, as forcing one now would be an impossibility. "Few could come close to your beauty," Chidi finally said, truthfully, though the words dripped like venom from her full lips. She was taken aback by the last order and her brow furrowed, "Dance? Here? You don't ehm...want to take this to my room?" The air around her felt heavy and she wasn't sure if it was because of the harp's being plucked, the heat of Osta suddenly coming into her awareness, or the aforementioned hatred. "I'm not sure if they would be willing to part with pay for that.

"I apologize for the fact that I wasn't able to satisfy you," Chidi said, grateful when the "music" stopped, and she stood to follow the final order. "I will tell her what you said, though I doubt she will acquiesce your request."

Sapphire
Now free from the confines of lesser people in her eyesight, Tritonia basked in the glory of being alone for a bit longer before loneliness did set in. The stupid girl was somewhat amusing was. Huffing at her own impatience in being able to handle and deal with others, and now realizing she was without someone to serve her another mug of ale, the bard simply flung the cup to the ground and crossed her arms, impish urges overtaking her while she regressed to the state of a spoiled child without anything to entertain her. It might as well been a shoddily made high chair made for a large woman.

Time passed as Chidi went away and kicking her legs, Tritonia resorted to using a finger talon to carve her name into a table, along with several crudely drawn attempts to have Chidi's face being swamed and attacked by voracious and rather phallic looking wasps. Or bees. Whatever they were.

Web-weaver
As barbarous as the woman was, she was grateful for the break and the early dismissal. Upon her retreat, she relayed the information to Nanika who shook her head and squeezed the bridge of her nose with a sigh waving Chidi off to her quarters. Chidi flopped on her bed, feeling the warmth of the sun on her bareback streaming in through the window. Her appointment with the bard had given her some extra time, and that time was going to be allocated to a nap. Still, she couldn't help but feel guilty that Nanika would have to worry about dealing with that woman.

Nanika approached Tritonia's table, crouching down to pick up the mug setting it down angrily on one of her carvings. "I hope you realize that you will be leaving enough money to compensate for a new table," she said frankly. "Is this supposed to be Chidi's likeness? Pray tell, what did she say to make you loathe her so much? She is as confused as I am on the matter."

Waffle Variety
"I hope you realize the money I gave you already should suffice? I mean to replace this table it'd only take say, a few copper pieces and letting the carpenters gangbang your brothel workers." Tritonia said with a pert little smile and then huffing; turning her head to the side in a giant 'Hmph!" when she was asked what she didn't like about Chidi. "Well for one, she was only -sorta- pretty. She also proceeded to call me rude names and did mention something about trying to do horrible things like be nice to others and question my methods."

Tritonia grunted and looked towards Nanika, finally sitting up and then leaning against the madame; alcohol rolling off her breath while she droned at the woman. "The carvings do look like her though right? I captured her hideousness spot-on."

Araigne
"There are countless others who disagree with you on her appearance, and she is the finest we offer," Nanika said with an equal amount of dryness to her voice. It took every fiber of her being to resist slapping the woman across the face referring to her girls like that, but then she remembered. The sack of gold was enough to reimburse her for a table, and several more besides. One gold piece would have purchased another table of that same quality, and she had several with her. "With the amount you gave, we ensured you had the best. Though, I do not question her distaste for your lack of kindness. If you'd like, I can fetch her so you two can sort this matter out?"

"I...I would not say hideousness. She, like...a majority of your carving at least, are lovely. In fact, I'd recommend going into the arts in the North," Nanika muttered. "I'd even argue that your attention to detail means that you thought something of your escort."

Ultra(space)marine
"The finest you have is simply not good enough then, madame." Tritonia murmured towards the darker-skinned woman, before sneering and pulling off a glove to examine immaculately done nails, before sliding the glove back on and giving Nanika the blessing of her stone cold stare while she flashed a fanged smile at the woman. "For all this money I'm pumping into here, I'm considering asking for the refund on the terms of such atrocious service. Being slandered, harassed, etcetera. If you wanna bring her out here, I'd pay you simply for the privilege of being able to berate her as only a bard would be able to do."

"I had applied to the art schools in the North. They refused me." Tritonia said, spitting out a bit of anger and irritation at the mention of the topic in itself. "The attention to detail was to properly capture her, before I take a knife and whittle her to death in this wooden, statuesque image of her, simply because I know people like you wouldn't indulge me in paying to stomp her into a crippled mess."

Facefingers
Nanika's eyes followed Tritonia's to nails that even as the owner of Osta's finest brothel she would never be able to afford. The fanged smile sent chills down her spine and she wondered if it was manicured as well or just a natural feature of the vile woman. "With the 'terrible' service received, I am tempted to ask why you yet linger," Nanika said placing her hands on her hips, cocking one to the side, "You were never slandered nor berated and I cannot allow you to berate our finest girl here."

Ah, so that's why you are the way you are, she thought, not allowing her face to betray that thought saying instead, "That sounds like as decent excuse as any to take in the finest features of someone. No, I will not allow that. Well. If I can't provide you with any more services, you can sit and wittle away at the table you purchased proper to your heart's content. I have other customers to tend to. Good day, madame." Nanika's use of the word "madame" was quite intentional and she used it as venomously as could possibly be mustered.

What Color is Out of the Shell I wonder?
"Because, the longer I linger the more I can jot down and sing about later. The streets will know every ounce of slander and the gods themselves will weep at the mention and limericks over every imperfection in your finest's person. You can stop me from barking the truth about her in here, but out in the world? I hope you're ready for the musings of Tritonia Corominas." Flicking a tongue across those sharpened teeth of hers, Tritonia yawned and rolled her eyes at the Madame. "You're no fun. Nothing makes me happier than belittling others' supposed 'best' in whatever they conjure."

The sudden departure and rather discourteous farewell was the straw that broke the camel's back, it's entire body, and the descendents of the camel as well; Tritonia's eyes flaring and her face turning a shade of crimson, before she exhaled softly, and planted herself into a more regal postition; the woman placing her now clasped hands onto the purchased table while daggers for eyes locked on Nanika. "You know, I may not be able to partake in anything now that you've decided to be so rude and harsh to me. However, virtue isn't strong in people who come to brothels. A lot of this gold can be used to make them do....Rather horrid things. A little gold can turn the finest, most noble of people in...Well. Southern savages." Tritonia dangled one of the gold bags, and looked from her table to the sprawl and commotion of the rest of the place, and back to Nanika.

Molty Accident
Nanika froze where she stood, a chill running up her spine. The threat of slander was not one she took seriously. The women in her brothel, after all, were the most desired in all of Osta - Chidi being the most of these. A few negative things said by a woman as vile as Tritonia would do little to harm business. The threat of Tritonia paying to cause trouble, however, was another thing entirely. She spun on her heel to face the bard. "What...exactly...are you saying? Spell it out for this 'southern savage.'"

Maybe Red?
Hook, line and sinker. Tritonia laughed and continued to dangle the bag of gold while she pondered what manner of atrocity she could do to inflict the worst on both the establishment itself, and the people within; the bard licking her chops like a predator anticipating the finishing blow on its prey. "Ah, I knew subtlety would be lost on someone as...Simple...As you. Let me put it in a way that even someone from the Far North would be able to understand." Tritonia chimed, chomping her fangs together. "You're gonna let me either do something fun to amuse myself in your brothel, with your dear 'Best' worker," She said, fingers curling and uncurling in mimicked quotes in the air, "Or, I'll be more than happy to pay the people in here to do perform all those sickening thoughts they try to keep buried in their head. Your choice. Madame."

Would Spiders whistle if they could?
Nanika pursed her lips, her brow furrowed. Concern would have been putting the feeling sitting at the bottom of her stomach lightly and she tapped her finger against her thigh. "Define 'fun.' I will not allow any bodily harm to come to her, you understand that, don't you?"
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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"Bodily harm? You act like I'm gonna filet her. You did however, specify nothing along the lines of ruining her spiritually and emotionally. Which I do intend to do with my advances." Tritonia sneered, wriggling taloned hands and quirking a brow. "You can of course, call my bluff~"
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Nanika's eyes narrowed to a venomous glare, "You're lucky I know that girl can make it through anything." The matron of the brothel got to her feet, scoot her chair in, and disappeared back up the stairs to be replaced moments later with Chidi.

Chidi's dashing smile from earlier was replaced with a surly scowl and she sat down in the seat her matron had just vacated, "So I'm supposed to, quote, be something fun for you to do in this brothel, end quote? What do you want? I'll do it if it means you'll leave sooner." The Chidi that Tritonia was getting was not the one that was pleasant to customers. Rather, she was getting the real, raw, and very fed up version of her.
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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"Well if she is able to take it, then stop worrying and concern yourself more with the money that's going to be lining your pockets. For a matron of a brothel you seem more concerned with arguing with a patron then profiting." Tritonia cooed, waggling taloned fingers when she began to fetch the woman she was after.

Once Chidi was pack in her pocket, the Bard ho-hummed and looked over towards the tart, before moving up onto the table and sitting cross-legged, staring at the woman before nodding and smiling to her; keeping the silence in the air for several moments longer - Tritonia finally speaking up when it seemed like the woman was going to burst. "I just want you to guinea pig a song for me. Seeing as how skinning you alive is not acceptable."
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Nanika wanted to respond so badly. She wanted to tell the horrible person in front of her exactly what she thought, how Tritonia wasn't a normal patron. Normal patrons had at least some semblance of respect. Instead, she clamped her mouth shut and was seething by the time she fetched the desired woman of the night.

"Guinea pig a song? You mean you would like me to give an opinion on it?" Chidi asked, raising an eyebrow and folding her arms, "No, that is not acceptable. In fact, I can't think of a quicker way to end up on the blocks. I'm the favorite for many of the higher ups and they would be disappointed if their favorite free time activity was skinned alive. But fine, let's hear it."
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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"I mean, I am going to play this tune, and then I'm going to witness the effect it has on you. Whether you like it or think of it as gorgeous is of no matter to me." Tritonia replied, a staunchness in her voice as she shook her head at Chidi. Simpletons. Assuming music was just for the simple act of wooing others and making people happy. Rolling her eyes Tritonia mimicked Chidi as she begaan her rapport, making a nasily, whiny voice. "Meh meh meh, I'm a favorite of higher ups, blah blah. Half of the those hire ups are also pining for my services too."

With that, the woman resorted to just playing her tune, the weapon to her side belting out a simple melody; the tune crawling inside of Chidi's head. It was...Sickening. The tune brought out feelings of horror. Despair. Every negative emotion a decibel in her tune.
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Right, she's a bard of that nature. Of course she's a bard that uses magic... Chidi thought, clamping her mouth shut and tapping her fingers from underneath the table. "Whether your services are asked for from higher ups had nothing to do with my point that I had hoped you'd be quick enough to get. My point was simply that I would be missed. Before acting on your threats, you should consider that fact," Chidi uttered half audible and half under her breath. Tritonia didn't wait to respond, responding instead with her "music."

The song took a moment to register with the worker of the night, Chidi's face contorting to a grimace with the unpleasant sonic sound. Soon, however, that grimace turned to a look of genuine terror, and Chidi got to her feet in a wish to run. She was reminded of her life before the brothel and all of the sadness that came out of that. The song brought her to the place before Nanika wrapped her loving arms around her, and it told her she would be there again. It inspired several synapses to fire off inside the woman's brain the first and most prominent of those being that which triggered fight or flight. Chidi was never one to back down, and in that moment of terror and lack of clear thinking, she chose fight.

Without thinking, she lifted the chair that she was sitting on prior and hurled it at the bard.
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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It was as if the villain's plot had reached fruition when the music had stopped, and the bard saw stars for a moment when the chair had collided into her - Tritonia making an active effort to sell the strike harder than it actually was. For a brief moment, once the chair had been wielded and the music stopped that Chidi could see something along Tritonia's face: A malicious smile that reeked of 'This was the plan all along.' The noise brought the attention of patrons to cast their gaze over them and a few of them watched with distaste in their eyes, that only seemed to grow with each passing moment.

The smile of course faded when Tritonia began to act like the proper bard she was; the woman feigning shock and horror, as well as a pained grimace - Tritonia clenching onto her neck and letting out an agonized wail, followed by a slurry of words and curses. Tears and the look of innocence were strewn across her face like paint - And Tritonia made it an effort to struggle up to her feet once more (A small stumble of course worked to make it all the more dramatic.)

"What is wrong with you, you ingrate? I was just playing music!" The bard whined.
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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The second the music stopped was the second that Chidi came to her senses, blinking back the lingering shadows from the song. Her eyes registered the broken chair first, followed by the obviously faked grimace on the bard's face. The rest of the common room followed suit, all getting quiet for a moment before a slurry of voices began to murmur. Nanika had been standing at the top of the stairs when it happened.

"Hey Nanika! Is this the type of place you're running here? I thought she was supposed to be the best!" one of the voices rose above the others. Nanika looked as though she was going to be sick. Though she wouldn't fire Chidi, she would never find a customer after this. She would have to send Chidi away. Her mind was already racing with potential hide aways for her, other places she could work where they wouldn't know her. Of course, any other place wouldn't be as grand as the capital, but she had few options left, at least, until the heat died down.

She ran down the stairs, ordered Chidi to her room (she went, head bowed) and glared venomously at the bard. "I don't know what it was that you did to her to make her do that, but I want you to leave. Here's your gold back. Now. Get. Out."
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Tritonia's plan seemed to have worked in that with each passing moment the brothel worker seemed to be earning the ire of the other patrons, and when they began to voice their discomfort, Tritonia knew she could get them into her pocket, and make the matter even worse for Chidi, and Nanika as well. The chair still did sting, and when she got back to her feet, the fake grimace turned into one that was more real; a rib of hers stinging and smarting more than it probably should have. Most likely a pulled muscle.

Venomous eyes were met with ones gleaming with opportune maliciousness, and sucking her teeth, Tritonia looked towards the matron of the place and slowly formed a smile; holding the bags of gold in taloned hands and dangling them. "I think you should keep this. Your best girl isn't going to be making coin like this anymore." Sniffling her nostrils and biting down on her inner lip to draw some blood for extra dramatics, Tritonia looked towards the already perturbed patrons. "Do you see this? I'm assaulted, and yet Nanika throws me out!"

Patrons began giving Nanika looks that harbored a bit of hostility towards her, and when Tritonia felt the world turning on the matron, she made her move. "I of course would be happy to stop the hue and cry of course. Though the price isn't gonna be cheap."
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
Old Posted 07-05-2018, 05:40 PM Reply With Quote  
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Nanika looked around at the patrons then back to Tritonia. She was absolutely seething, both fists clenched and trembling. It took everything to not jump over the table to strangle the bard herself, but she remained calm. “No. No she won't. Because of you,” Nanika growled. “I don't know what you did to her to make her do that, if you used some sort of magic or whatever, but you are getting no more out of this establishment. She lost her job because of you.”

She glanced back at the patrons as Tritonia managed to sway some of the patrons, “It's enough that you made my best girl lose her job. She can't stay here any longer, and for what? Because you were bored? I'm not paying any price. Now get out so I can try to right the wrongs you've created. I have some connections. I might be able to get her a good life yet, no thanks to you. Now. Leave.”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Default   #12   BlueInTheShell BlueInTheShell is offline
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Tritonia scoffed, her smile growing wider by the moment with each ounce of frustration being ladeled out to her from Nanika. The woman wanted to hit her, and Tritonia could sense it. And while it would still further her own endgame, the bard had no desire to get hit once more - Tritonia crossing her arms and letting a trail of red from her mouth seep down to her chin. "Well, if she has lost her job, then why are you still protecting her? I would figured damaged and irreparable goods would be discarded, like most people in your profession are famous of doing."

"The actual reason I did this if you really wanna know?" Now the bard was laying her cards out on the table, and taking a seat once more - Golden hands clasped together. "I would always be able to hire her as a retainer of course. And I do like her. She is a beautiful one. I mean, you could take the risk and try and find her another job. No doubt you will. But I of course have my own connections. I can always find someone to...Ruin any potential opportunity you find her. Unless you name a price for Chidi herself. I can be lenient considering her...Volatile nature, when it comes to price."
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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The murmurs of the crowd seemed to die down for the moment, the patrons of the establishment losing interest when they saw that the pair lowered their voices and were no longer screaming at each other. Nanika still bore a look of ire towards the woman, but she was playing nice. “Then you figured incorrectly,” Nanika answered, bristling. “She's not goods, she is a human and regardless of others in my profession, my employees are all treated as such.”

Nanika raised her eyebrow, eager to see the placed cards. The woman wasn't needlessly evil, as it was. Just, evil. The thought of her best employee and closest friend going to this...this...monster was enough to send shivers down her spine and she shook her head, “I cannot take money for her. She is my employee and friend, not a slave. She has to decide whether to go with you or not.” She sighed and looked at Tritonia like a woman who lost all hope and nodded her head up the stairs, “Follow me. The three of us are going to talk. If you try some of that shit that you just pulled, I will kill you and face the consequences later. Now, come.”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Default   #14   BlueInTheShell BlueInTheShell is offline
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"A human. Pffft. A human you throw at men so you can make a quick coin off of her body." Tritonia responded with a dull, bored sigh. "You can twist words to make it sound like you're saving her, but in the end you're just whoring a young girl out, are you not? How much of the money do you actully take from them? Under the guise of business expenses?" Tritonia asked, keeping her voice to a polite little low-yell, if one could call it that. Enough to sound threatening, but not so boisterous as to bring yet more of the patrons into earshot.

The woman was beginning to bend. And Tritonia could at least feel the beginnings of getting her way. Of course there was still fight in Nanika as expected. Wounded critters always lashed out before you took the knife and plunged it into their neck, and Tritonia fought back a savage grin to mask the evil intent present in her eyes while she slowly stood up from her chair, a gold talon of a finger raking across the red staining down to her chin. "She is my employee and my friend. Hmph. If you were her friend you would have stopped her from making harsh decisions and keeping her from dealing so rudely with her betters." Tritonia snarled, rolling her eyes and gesturing towards the stairs. "After you. Don't make threats. It would be a shame if in my last actions, I did to your entire patronage what I did to Chidi to make her act so brazenly."

A small snicker, and Tritonia leaned in towards Nanika, voice just below a whisper. "Which I did of course. Not that you could ever prove it..."
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Nanika clamped her jaw shut. So what if she took a couple extra gold to make sure she was fed and well-clothed? She made sure each of the girls had that and more. She wanted them to live a better life than they would on the street. That, at least, she could say with one hundred percent certainty. Of course, she wouldn't be able to explain the nuances to Tritonia, so she said simply, “That's none of our concern. I also have needs.” Her voice was a low growl, threatening, but inaudible to most, save those in the closest vicinity.

She led the way up the stairs, taking Tritonia down the hall to the final door. Knocking softly, she pressed her ear to the door until she received the permission to enter, opening the door a crack, “Chidi? It's Nanika...and...the bard from earlier....”

“What?! No! Get her away from me!”

Nanika's brow furrowed and she sighed, “I didn't have much say in the matter. I can't say I doubt that she has the ability to hunt down the connections I was planning on using and ruining your life there. She is making threats that I can't say I don't believe...”

Chidi stood up from her bed, glazed red eyes staring blankly ahead, irises shifting slightly to see the faces through the crack. Trudging, she finally opened the door completely and peered around Nanika's shoulder to see Tritonia's smirking features. She stepped out of the doorway to allow them to pass through and when they were, she shut it behind them. “Tell me what the hells is going on here.”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Default   #16   BlueInTheShell BlueInTheShell is offline
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"Needs. Huh. I thought you were running a charity for your friends, at the expense of their virtue." Tritonia quipped back, sinking her proverbial fangs into the woman. Tritonia knew the woman could make a plea for being human and the like, and comparing the life of the workers here versus the woman who had to brave the alleyways and other less savory places they could try and turn a profit. "Yeah, your needs. What could you need that would warrant taking from others? You're just as bad as me~"

Along the way up the stairs, Tritonia hummed to herself; the little ditty spilling out tiny waves that felt more like a creeping terror approaching, the bard stopping when she brought herself to the top of the stairs. Each step of her foot was deliberate - The "serial killer walk" that was slow and purposeful as she brought herself through the doorway to stare at Chidi with a devilish grin on her face.

Tritonia let them banter among themselves, letting Chidi's situation sink into her mind before she barked out an intrusive cough, and rested herself against the doorway. "Your idiocy in striking me has landed your madame in a creek of offal. You're useless goods to her now, and I'm here to offer you a means to pay her back for the damage you've done." Tritonia said, her voice sing-song while her grin dug into her face; eyes locked in like a hawk on the poor girl.
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"So come home," said the Voice from the Stars.

“And he goes around killing people?” said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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