Philomel
11-25-14, 07:40 AM
Closed to After Sin and Lady.
It was dark night. The black clouds of a stormy Radasanthian sky had long since rolled over, with the sunless horizon showing the dull moon as a lonely orb. Firelamps lit the highways and the streets of the aristocratic sector and the rest was left to whatever light they could find. Public houses and restaurants had their own ways to bring brightness to the dark, and a few groups of walking fellows had a mage amongst them to give a flame or two. What was not surprising, however, was that the best well-lit part of the entire city was the heaving Red Light District, where many of the brothels were situated and a certain faun was standing in a street with a small young boy, gazing up at the sky.
With her hand on his shoulder, Philomel stood by him, smiling as in a patch of unclouded sky a comet whizzed past. She raised her arm, and pointed at it. The youg boy's eyes moved, looking over and he pulled his lips back in a grin, revealing nothing but three rows of large pointed teeth. A passerby stopped for a moment at the sight of the two of them, staring at the boy's face, before hurrying over to the other side of the street and running past. The faun-whore just ignored him, slowly lowering her arm before speaking.
"Is it not beautiful?" she murmured.
The young boy closed his mouth and nodded.
"Yup!" he agreed quite happily, "I love it! But shame about the clouds."
"An oncoming storm on a shooting star night," Philomel chuckled, "How marvellously ironic."
"But still beautiful," the boy agreed, tilting his head.
They waited a few minutes more, but no more comets blasted past the Althanas atmopshere, at least in a space that was visible. Looking back to the street, and then to one another, the two of them paused for a moment before shrugging.
"So brother says you are looking for recruits," the boy finally said, continuing the conversation.
Philomel nodded, removing her hand from his shoulder. She moved it to her waist, where it wrapped around the hilt of her only current weapon on her, her keris dagger. Her eyes washed over the dirty blonde hair, the red lips, his pale skin before settling on his heterochomic eyes. He blinked, first the red eye and then the white, looking so similar, yet so different to his half-human half-imp half-brother Felix, whom she had long for so long.
"I am, Elias. The Lily must bloom."
The imp-demon smiled at her, reaching out to gently take her hand. He carressed it underneath a cold finger before turning and starting down the street. Philomel followed with him, somewhat eagerly, always willing to be with the small young boy who was already so intelligent at only seven years of age.
"I think there will be some luck in these houses," he said, looking at the brothels as they passed. "Each one has rooms of desperate ladies and hungry men, of broken hearts and crying souls. I can hear their tears and feel their heartbeats as they call out for recompense. In there," he pointed a finger to a red-lit second floor room, "There is a married man having an affair. In there," he pointed to an attic shrouded in a strange white mist, "There is a mage losing his virginity. And in there," he pointed down the street, to a quieter and smaller brothel, where only one old woman stood outside, breasts full on show. "There, there is a peace that no one knows yet, but that you might be able to manipulate."
Philomel raised an eyebrow slightly, keeping pace with his small bare feet. Her smile drifted across her face from ear to ear and she looked straight at the quiet whorehouse that was simply entitled, WOMEN.
"Peace is often where we find our biggest enemies," she told him, "And where people with the saddest, most desperate hearts lie."
"That is very true," Elias agreed, sensing her desire to head there. "That is very true. Who knows what type are so desperate as to go there."
The idea from here is for you to introduce yourselves. In the brothel called "Women" there will be a rape, soon, that Philomel hears about and she will set about bringing the perpetrator to justice. It would be great to have Kushino and Lady help with that.
It was dark night. The black clouds of a stormy Radasanthian sky had long since rolled over, with the sunless horizon showing the dull moon as a lonely orb. Firelamps lit the highways and the streets of the aristocratic sector and the rest was left to whatever light they could find. Public houses and restaurants had their own ways to bring brightness to the dark, and a few groups of walking fellows had a mage amongst them to give a flame or two. What was not surprising, however, was that the best well-lit part of the entire city was the heaving Red Light District, where many of the brothels were situated and a certain faun was standing in a street with a small young boy, gazing up at the sky.
With her hand on his shoulder, Philomel stood by him, smiling as in a patch of unclouded sky a comet whizzed past. She raised her arm, and pointed at it. The youg boy's eyes moved, looking over and he pulled his lips back in a grin, revealing nothing but three rows of large pointed teeth. A passerby stopped for a moment at the sight of the two of them, staring at the boy's face, before hurrying over to the other side of the street and running past. The faun-whore just ignored him, slowly lowering her arm before speaking.
"Is it not beautiful?" she murmured.
The young boy closed his mouth and nodded.
"Yup!" he agreed quite happily, "I love it! But shame about the clouds."
"An oncoming storm on a shooting star night," Philomel chuckled, "How marvellously ironic."
"But still beautiful," the boy agreed, tilting his head.
They waited a few minutes more, but no more comets blasted past the Althanas atmopshere, at least in a space that was visible. Looking back to the street, and then to one another, the two of them paused for a moment before shrugging.
"So brother says you are looking for recruits," the boy finally said, continuing the conversation.
Philomel nodded, removing her hand from his shoulder. She moved it to her waist, where it wrapped around the hilt of her only current weapon on her, her keris dagger. Her eyes washed over the dirty blonde hair, the red lips, his pale skin before settling on his heterochomic eyes. He blinked, first the red eye and then the white, looking so similar, yet so different to his half-human half-imp half-brother Felix, whom she had long for so long.
"I am, Elias. The Lily must bloom."
The imp-demon smiled at her, reaching out to gently take her hand. He carressed it underneath a cold finger before turning and starting down the street. Philomel followed with him, somewhat eagerly, always willing to be with the small young boy who was already so intelligent at only seven years of age.
"I think there will be some luck in these houses," he said, looking at the brothels as they passed. "Each one has rooms of desperate ladies and hungry men, of broken hearts and crying souls. I can hear their tears and feel their heartbeats as they call out for recompense. In there," he pointed a finger to a red-lit second floor room, "There is a married man having an affair. In there," he pointed to an attic shrouded in a strange white mist, "There is a mage losing his virginity. And in there," he pointed down the street, to a quieter and smaller brothel, where only one old woman stood outside, breasts full on show. "There, there is a peace that no one knows yet, but that you might be able to manipulate."
Philomel raised an eyebrow slightly, keeping pace with his small bare feet. Her smile drifted across her face from ear to ear and she looked straight at the quiet whorehouse that was simply entitled, WOMEN.
"Peace is often where we find our biggest enemies," she told him, "And where people with the saddest, most desperate hearts lie."
"That is very true," Elias agreed, sensing her desire to head there. "That is very true. Who knows what type are so desperate as to go there."
The idea from here is for you to introduce yourselves. In the brothel called "Women" there will be a rape, soon, that Philomel hears about and she will set about bringing the perpetrator to justice. It would be great to have Kushino and Lady help with that.