Oritsu Inn

Satori checked the brief case and nodded. "It's all here, plus 15,000 extra. You were saying Al that you were going to be paid that ammount if you completed the job, right?" she asked her companion, grinning because she already knew the answer.

He slid his pants back on and scoffed. "Well it is traditional to send in a plan B in case plan A wasn't going to pull through." he replied and sighed. "You both have your money and ruined my pride-is there something else you like to take while your both still here ruining my evening?" he asked with anger rising in his voice.

"Nah, I'm good. Enjoy the popcorn." He said, picking up the paper fan, pulling out Duct Tape, repairing it, and returned it to Satori.

Steve let out a high pitched shrill and dove behind the table, raising it up to protect himself

Satori grinned, handing the fan over to Haruka, winking to her before wrapping her arm around Alastor and walking out of the room.

Haruka snickered, diving out of bed and picking up where Satori left off-no one at the Oritsu inn got any sleep that night.

It was a long time since I had last been at the Oritsu Inn. Hell it has been two years since I had been in Beijio let alone the Oritsu Inn. Around that time, he lost his left arm...I open my eyes, looking down at my green tea. I notice a tea leaf were standing up, and realize that this was a sign of good luck. I smile to myself, closing my eyes again as my mind go's through my memories of that time long ago. "Heh...two years." I say absently, not entirely realizing that I was speaking in a melancholic tone. The tea leaf rippling in the warm mug I held before me while I sat on my knees on the Oritsu Inn's floor.

Sango Sigara wrote:An air raid siren could be heard radiated from the palace walls-warning the city below of incoming danger and to stay inside.

I look up out of instinct, and the alarms were ringing more bells within me. I already stood up when the rest of the customers began to look confused and frightened like statues without souls.
I headed to my room, and took out the long steel case I carried with me when I went on trips. It was an extention of my soul after all, I could'nt just leave her behind...
I take her out the case, putting her together with fast and cool precision. She snapped and screwed together rather nicely, and soon I was putting a strap on her and carrying her out of the room on my shoulder. I don't look at the other tenates when I leave the Inn and enter the street; rifle slung and ready to go.

Haruka had put her clothes back on to check on the condition of the inn when she was being thrown full force into a wild mob of people residing at the inn. The Neko maid freaked out-trying to claw her way back to her room but it was too far away and she was sweapt into the streets outside the inn.

While his ''other self'' paraded in the Beijio Palace entertaining the Feniran Refugee, Vahn's 'true self' sat upon his knees at the table, a kettle of green tea on the surface before him and a few clay mugs. He was holding one filled with green tea and sipped at it absently. He was waiting for the right individual to come to this secluded area which he had purchased for private use for the rest of the evening under a different name. He had already sent the invitation, now it was just a matter of time to see if they'll arrive. "I wonder if they shall take my job, it isn't something that can be easily done after all..." he grinned, his dark eyes focused upon the cup of tea and took another sip from it.

Vahn Rial wrote:While his ''other self'' paraded in the Beijio Palace entertaining the Feniran Refugee, Vahn's 'true self' sat upon his knees at the table, a kettle of green tea on the surface before him and a few clay mugs. He was holding one filled with green tea and sipped at it absently. He was waiting for the right individual to come to this secluded area which he had purchased for private use for the rest of the evening under a different name. He had already sent the invitation, now it was just a matter of time to see if they'll arrive. "I wonder if they shall take my job, it isn't something that can be easily done after all..." he grinned, his dark eyes focused upon the cup of tea and took another sip from it.

From the ceiling, quiet as the dead, the ninja silently observed Fenira's young 'Ambassador'. With such events stirring in the world, it was unusual he had still found the time to come here. She knew something was up, and planned to figure that out...

She heard him say something about a 'job', so decided to wait and see who he was planning to hire and what kind of job he needed completed...

The Countess entered the Oritsu Inn, and drifted her way over to a chair overlooking the bar. She waited for Finn, crossing her legs as she took her seat and slipped a cigarette from... seemingly no where. She had a lighter in her other hand, which she lit before inhaling. Instead of thinking of what she would order, she was thinking of the message Tessa left...

Tessa Deathcaller wrote:This...is....Tessa...Deathcaller..... anyone....respond? I'm....being devoured... I'm in its mouth... looking down..... worst yet..... its so...lovely here. Yes.... he's going to swallow me alive. Her mind felt strange trying to send out the message again, part of her lust and passion returning, and she struggled to keep her mind intact to send a coherent message! I'm to become one with him! YES.... I was destined for this!!

It wasn't like Tess to broadcast such psychic messages to the Guild Officers. It wasn't her personality at all, and as one of the best mages Black Anubis had in their ranks... she found it odd that she would succumb in such a manner. Her Teronian powers lacked her the ability to visit Scardia without need of a ship, so that was why she was here in Beijio.

She exhales a plume of gray smoke, sighing as she thought the troubling news over in her head.

Finn walked into the Oritsu behind the Countess, 'enjoying the scenery' as it were; for he had from his position, a very lovely view of her lovely, swaying arse. Being his first time in Beijio, Finn was glad to find an Inn and it was thanks to the Countess for that. He looked about the main foyer for a few minutes, the Busujima Blade in his right hand sheathed and rattled. There were many roaming about in kimonos and other clothes, tending to business and enjoying their stay. He turned to the bar area then, and spotted the Countess sitting there smoking a fag. He smirked, and followed up beside her and took a seat.

"So, ya come here often don't ya?" he asked, setting the blade between them. "You seemed to know your way around the city easily enough." he added, before turning to face her again. "You didn't happen to be there when it happened did ya? When the dragon appeared..." he asked as well.

The Countess looked over to him, dabbing her cig into the nearby ashtray. "I've never had the pleasure." she smirked, her blood rose lips plush and... inviting as she smiled. "I've been told of the establishment from friends of mine. An accommodating establishment that is a perfect setting for agreements and business practices. One only has to take five steps between celebrating and consummating a deal. And if one's worries are high, there are specialists who will see to it that your stay at the Oritsu was grand regardless of what happens." she chuckled, turning to face the bar again. She snubbed out her cig and snapped her finger at the bar tender, summoning him.

"A double shot of whiskey, on the rocks." she says, turning to Finn so he now may order.

The way she described the place, she made the place sound rather dodgy. I suppose this is one of those kinda establishments. I might have to return here again someday! His thoughts made him smirk.

Upon requesting of a drink, he turned to the barman and pulled a few Gilex bills, slipping them over to him. "For me companion's drink here, and for some of the dark stuff from Scardia if you have it." he says, referring to Black Ale, thick Scardian Beer. Dark as midnight, most people didn't like drinking it or Scardian Mead, but both could get a man drunk just as quickly. Unless you're Scardian of course. Then it'll take at least six. But there was no sense in gettin' pissed drunk in front of a lady. Among his fellow boyos or mates? That was different. Being a drunken fool does not impress a lady, nor tossing your lunch about attractive.

He then turned to look at her, slipping a 100 Gilex bill as well. "And... a room for the evening for two."

Finn Lachdanan wrote:The way she described the place, she made the place sound rather dodgy. I suppose this is one of those kinda establishments. I might have to return here again someday! His thoughts made him smirk.

Upon requesting of a drink, he turned to the barman and pulled a few Gilex bills, slipping them over to him. "For me companion's drink here, and for some of the dark stuff from Scardia if you have it." he says, referring to Black Ale, thick Scardian Beer. Dark as midnight, most people didn't like drinking it or Scardian Mead, but both could get a man drunk just as quickly. Unless you're Scardian of course. Then it'll take at least six. But there was no sense in gettin' pissed drunk in front of a lady. Among his fellow boyos or mates? That was different. Being a drunken fool does not impress a lady, nor tossing your lunch about attractive.

He then turned to look at her, slipping a 100 Gilex bill as well. "And... a room for the evening for two."

The Countess turned her head towards the teen, raising a curious brow while still maintaining a stern expression. Her lips then slowly peeled into a bemused grin and she giggled in a low husky manner, slipping her right hand from her chin across the table and over Finn's left hand. She rubbed it gently, wanting to see his reaction. Very bold for a youth. I admit, I admire the Scardian's hot blooded disposition. I guess I'm an addict towards them, in many ways than one.

The barman looked confused, but took their money regardless. As he vanished to tend to their needs, she chuckled. "Rather bold of you. I wonder if it is in the nature of all Scardian's? A race whose God of War resides in the spirit of every child born within their borders. Are you informed of their new and ancient houses alike?" she asked the odd question. She looked at his lips. "Does clan Blade-Breaker ring any bells?" She hummed, leaning closer to him, pulling his hand a little towards her.

The Countess wrote:

Finn Lachdanan wrote:The way she described the place, she made the place sound rather dodgy. I suppose this is one of those kinda establishments. I might have to return here again someday! His thoughts made him smirk.

Upon requesting of a drink, he turned to the barman and pulled a few Gilex bills, slipping them over to him. "For me companion's drink here, and for some of the dark stuff from Scardia if you have it." he says, referring to Black Ale, thick Scardian Beer. Dark as midnight, most people didn't like drinking it or Scardian Mead, but both could get a man drunk just as quickly. Unless you're Scardian of course. Then it'll take at least six. But there was no sense in gettin' pissed drunk in front of a lady. Among his fellow boyos or mates? That was different. Being a drunken fool does not impress a lady, nor tossing your lunch about attractive.

He then turned to look at her, slipping a 100 Gilex bill as well. "And... a room for the evening for two."

The Countess turned her head towards the teen, raising a curious brow while still maintaining a stern expression. Her lips then slowly peeled into a bemused grin and she giggled in a low husky manner, slipping her right hand from her chin across the table and over Finn's left hand. She rubbed it gently, wanting to see his reaction. Very bold for a youth. I admit, I admire the Scardian's hot blooded disposition. I guess I'm an addict towards them, in many ways than one.

The barman looked confused, but took their money regardless. As he vanished to tend to their needs, she chuckled. "Rather bold of you. I wonder if it is in the nature of all Scardian's? A race whose God of War resides in the spirit of every child born within their borders. Are you informed of their new and ancient houses alike?" she asked the odd question. She looked at his lips. "Does clan Blade-Breaker ring any bells?" She hummed, leaning closer to him, pulling his hand a little towards her.

He chuckled. "Aye, I suppose it is. They say the High King Scar'd was a chancer. He made a lot of risky choices, but the people loved him for it regardless. He fought for freedom and unity of our land. If going around the thirty or so other kingdoms in Noweyre and having them submit to him or die from Jalskar's tyranny isn't bold, I don't know what is." he says, flustered by her hand upon his own, but this wasn't his first time with a woman, who may be six or so years older than him. He was a bit of rascal where he came from, some may even say scoundrel at times.

Upon her asking the question of the noble houses, he raised a brow and felt a sense of foreboding and paranoia once more. She's not a sell sword is she...? He thought, but loosened up upon looking into her eyes and her face leaning closer. He felt blood rush through him, and he smiled warily. "I've... heard the name. Tis a famous one, but... in this day and age its more of a relic of the past. The last of them died centuries ago when there was another continent on the world map." he says with a slight frown. "Its not a very... romantic story to recite." he paused before smirking. "Unless you count how he wed a beautiful Queen. A tragic tale, but he died like a proud Scardian. He died protecting the ones he loved." he says before shrugging. Still... the country still sank beneath the waves, killing the entire population as we were told. I'll... leave that bit out as to not ruin the mood... he thought.

He glanced up. "Why'd you ask?"

The Countess smirked, leaning closer to him. "Ah yes, Valundar the Great, a man whom the King of Scardia would have seen as his advisor but, as you said, found love on the other side of the world." She says before noting the look of suspicion in his eyes. Her lidded eyes seemed to smile and say 'how cute' with their unearthly red glow, and she leaned into him, parting her lips. Upon contact, she closed her eyes, feeling the rush of blood in his lips and the heat radiating from his face as she kissed him. He had a lovely taste on his lips, almost sweet.

Upon peeling her glossy red lips away from his, her forehead pressed against his, her eyes half opening. "Mm, I think I'll bring my drink with us as we make our way to our room." she whispered seductively, instead of answering him. "Don't forget that sword of yours... the little girl who owns it will see to it you die slow otherwise. Young love has become more violent in these present years it seems~" she teased, kissing him again to keep him from replying back, rubbing his hand gently all the while.

Finn blushed by her sudden embrace, blinking as her cool plush lips and her intoxicating cherry blossom scent flowed through his nostrils like heaven. His blood pressure raised, and he found himself without thoughts for a moment when she kissed him. Upon removing her lips, her implications made his member stiffen harder than Mythgarde steel! I can see why she calls herself the Countess... He thought, smirking as he turned to her, switched hands so his right now lay with hers. He reached up with his now free left hand and caressed her cheek. "Aye, as me lady requests. One does not simply argue with a Countess." he chuckled, then blinked when she mentioned Saeko's blade and implied about the woman too! "Wh-mmmh?!" His eyes widened, feeling her cool, inviting lips against his own again. He wanted to know how she knew about the... lovely and curvaceous Saeko Busujima. Even now she kinda appeared in his mind.

His left hand slid from her cheek down her angled chin, and curved around the bend of her slender neck. Her lips were like honey, and he couldn't help but dart his tongue across their plush contours and lap at their collective sweetness.

The Countess hummed, feeling his tongue glide across her lower lip, and when his withdrew, she slipped hers across his. He was proving to be an entertaining young man so far. His lips were deliciously warm and inviting. His breath was cool in spite of the warm glow his body was producing from their intimate conversation. Their lips clicked and smacked, loudly enough that the barman had to clear his throat a second time to get their attention.

He slid them their key and drinks, giving Finn a bottle given the circumstances... and swiftly put away the glass.

The Countess, still making out with Finn, opened her slitted eyes upon the bar man, looking at him with lidded glowing red eyes that said 'go away'; her lips peeling with a grin, showing him something Finn yet not felt nor saw.

She took the key, and with the same hand her drink, slowly peeling away from Finn's lips before leaning back in her seat, the bar man (oddly) no where in sight. She grinned with her plush lips at Finn, winking as she turned to him fully and took a generously long swallow from her glass...

Gulp...gulp...gulp...

Her throat swelled and relaxed three times, before she lowered the empty double shot glass, setting upon the counter gently with a soft sigh. Her red eyes focused on Finn, and she uncrossed her legs, standing up and lowered herself so her breasts squished his left shoulder. She brought her lips to his ear, and smiled with her fangs he could not see. "Don't forget her sword~ Just remember, I'm the one sheathing yours." She then licked the corner of his ear, before pulling away and began walking towards their room with a deliberate swing in her hips; swishing her curvy ass she knew was accentuated thanks to her tight leather pants.

The Countess wrote:The Countess hummed, feeling his tongue glide across her lower lip, and when his withdrew, she slipped hers across his. He was proving to be an entertaining young man so far. His lips were deliciously warm and inviting. His breath was cool in spite of the warm glow his body was producing from their intimate conversation. Their lips clicked and smacked, loudly enough that the barman had to clear his throat a second time to get their attention.

He slid them their key and drinks, giving Finn a bottle given the circumstances... and swiftly put away the glass.

The Countess, still making out with Finn, opened her slitted eyes upon the bar man, looking at him with lidded glowing red eyes that said 'go away'; her lips peeling with a grin, showing him something Finn yet not felt nor saw.

She took the key, and with the same hand her drink, slowly peeling away from Finn's lips before leaning back in her seat, the bar man (oddly) no where in sight. She grinned with her plush lips at Finn, winking as she turned to him fully and took a generously long swallow from her glass...

Gulp...gulp...gulp...

Her throat swelled and relaxed three times, before she lowered the empty double shot glass, setting upon the counter gently with a soft sigh. Her red eyes focused on Finn, and she uncrossed her legs, standing up and lowered herself so her breasts squished his left shoulder. She brought her lips to his ear, and smiled with her fangs he could not see. "Don't forget her sword~ Just remember, I'm the one sheathing yours." She then licked the corner of his ear, before pulling away and began walking towards their room with a deliberate swing in her hips; swishing her curvy ass she knew was accentuated thanks to her tight leather pants.

Once she was finished making out with him, Finn's mouth hung open, eyes wide. Feckin' Hells! His head followed her, and her lovely arse as she made her way to their room and whispered her promises. He gulped, turning to grab both blade and bottle of ale, and quickly followed after her. He's been with women before, but she definitely had a bit of a firebrand in her! "Don't leave me behind milady~" Finn sang, not ashamed of the growing tent in his pants as he scooped an arm around the Countess' slender waist, wishing his hand could be free to caress her right hip and thigh...

He grinned all the way to their room, allowing the Countess to lead them there.

The woman turned her gaze towards the youth, grinning from his excitement and his hand. She drew herself close to him, leaning her head against his shoulder as she led him to their room. "I advice you pace yourself," she warned suddenly, slipping the key into the lock and turned it. She then turned to him, pressing her back against the door, pulling his head to hers via pulling at his collar; his body between hers now, her right knee raised and hugged his hip. Her leather squeaked, and she could feel how hard he was, while in turn he how tight she could potentially be; thanks to her leather pants.

She smirked, swishing her hips against his pitched tent, rubbing him raw under his trousers as her lidded eyes focused on his. "Scardian or not, I doubt this will be healthy for you. I'm gonna drain you...dry" She ends by trailing the word 'dry' into a low, seductive hiss. Closing her eyes and then forced her lips against his again, her arms slipping under his, hands on his back as she tugged him close!

The Countess wrote:The woman turned her gaze towards the youth, grinning from his excitement and his hand. She drew herself close to him, leaning her head against his shoulder as she led him to their room. "I advice you pace yourself," she warned suddenly, slipping the key into the lock and turned it. She then turned to him, pressing her back against the door, pulling his head to hers via pulling at his collar; his body between hers now, her right knee raised and hugged his hip. Her leather squeaked, and she could feel how hard he was, while in turn he how tight she could potentially be; thanks to her leather pants.

She smirked, swishing her hips against his pitched tent, rubbing him raw under his trousers as her lidded eyes focused on his. "Scardian or not, I doubt this will be healthy for you. I'm gonna drain you...dry" She ends by trailing the word 'dry' into a low, seductive hiss. Closing her eyes and then forced her lips against his again, her arms slipping under his, hands on his back as she tugged him close!

The teasin' minx made Finn smile from ear to ear. Judging his priorities, he drops his beer, no longer caring for it, slips Saeko's katana behind him and under the sword belt as his left arm swung around the Countess' upper body and his right hand gripped her lower back. His left hand slipped up from between her shoulder blades (avoiding her swords holstered openly there), and slipped his fingers into her hair, before pulling her face forward to meet his. He formed his lips around her, his lidded yes intoxicated by her glowing red orbs, his right hand slipping up and down the smooth tight leather. He then, unable to contain himself, cupped her left ass cheek, gripping the teasing ass at long last.

Soft and smooth, the texture of shiny leather was all he could feel with his right hand, while his lips got very acquainted with her own. Plush and soft as silk they were, he couldn't help himself as he slipped his tongue and tap it against her own. He thrusts his pelvis against her, forcing her against the door with a soft bang, which rattled the door and the wall affixed to it. He could feel his cock wanting to tear through his trousers. His blood rushed, making his face scarlet as he slipped his hand from her ass, to the door knob and fumbled before pushing it open.

He slaps her ass lightly, letting the leather smack loud. He pulled from their kiss, and then lifted the Countess from her feet into a bridal carry! He smirked devilishly, walking into their room before shutting the door casually with his left boot with a SLAM.

He held her there for a moment, and breathed excitedly as he turned to face her. "You're chamber's milady." he says with a wink, kissing her fully once more before setting her gently down. He turned away, yanking away his useless weapons and set them aside. He wasn't going to need those for where he was going next. At least he hoped he didn't!

The Countess found his eagerness quaint, and when he finally set her down, she turned to the young man and grabbed his shoulders from behind. She giggled, flirtatiously, slowly removing his leather armor and Mythgarde plate. She then pulled him by his hoodie's hood, slipping her arms around him when she was able. Her chest flattened against his upper back, her waist pressing up against his lower back. Her right hand gripped at his collar, while her left hand drifted down to his throbbing cock beneath his trousers. She gripped the bulge in his pants lightly; playfully massaging it as his blades and weapons fell to the floor between them. "You brought a lot of steel with you from Scardia, Finn." she cooed, rubbing her thumb against the shape of his hidden rod. "I'd like to see what you could do with it~" she teased, while, unknown to Finn because of this angle, the Countess' Blood Swords 'vanished' in plumes of black, unscented smoke that sparked a dark blue in coloration.

She unbuttoned his hoodie with her right hand, which slipped down from his collar while she stroked his bulge and kissed his neck gently, licking the pulsing vein...