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Who: Apollo and WHOEVER COMES TO HER.
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|

Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.

Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?

Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"

A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.

She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.

"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."

Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)

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Silvenglen

[theshadowkissed]

"Maybe it's the lack of elven men around that leads to missing whores," came a voice by a building the redhead was passing by.

She might recognize Rose since she did lead the rescue operation in Sin'thalas, but she was dressed differently. Instead of the green-tinged mithril scale and a dark green cloak, she was clad in a pair of well-worn jeans and a black leather jacket. She still had her sword across her back, because the people in Silverglen were being morons. That would be the reason she was outside the inn instead if inside; they wouldn't serve her.

"You had to have noticed there are a lot more female elves than male elves around." For some reason.

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"Hey now, women like whores too."

The redhead doesn't realize who Rose is right away, but a moment of looking her over does end up leading Apollo to the conclusion that yes, she has seen her before. During the rescue operation - she had seen her then, however briefly, and should probably thank her for her help.

But they're talking about whores right now, so she'll get to that later. "An' maybe they got all the men hidden away in a secret brothel, you dunno."

[theshadowkissed]

"It's still something predominantly driven by men. Women tend to have higher standards," Rose replied, though she didn't care enough to put a lot of conviction into it. She'd only ever met one male blood whore before at Court and it surprised the hell out of her.

"I wonder, do you still call a male prostitute a whore or something else?"

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Apollo isn't totally sure if she should be offended by the 'women tend to have higher standards' comment or not, but she's quickly distracted by the other question before she can make up her mind.

"I dunno, I've always called my male whores whores. Guess you could call 'em manwhores if you really wanna make the distinction, though."

[theshadowkissed]

That got a raised eyebrow. "You're a pimp?"

As worldly as Rose was, sometimes her education as a guardian and only being eighteen sneaks up on her. Even when in Russia, she didn't deal with whores much. She'd been too focused on the hunt to bother paying attention to a lot of what was going on in the seedy underworld that her father swam in.

[irritating]

"A what? No." She's been involved with some shady things in her life, but she can honestly say she's never been involved with that. Well, besides as a client that is.

"I'm a King, I have a harem." Which isn't really the same thing, as far as she's concerned. "Used to be all men, but now I've got an even mix. Variety's the spice of life, y'know?"

I'm so sorry...

[theshadowkissed]

Rose took a moment, brow furrowed, to look Apollo over.

"...a king? I could've sworn you were a woman."

She'd never met someone with wings before. Maybe whatever race Apollo was part of had really pretty effeminate men and the dhampir mistook this one before her as female. The few male elves she'd seen looked had some rockin' hair and fine features that kind of make them look girly.

silverglen!!

[traitre]

Qilby doesn't need his impeccable memory to remember the hostage; she's kind of a hard one to forget, all flaming-red hair and wings and vile mouth. Which is, at the moment, creating quite a racket while he tries to speak with a villager (why go through the trouble of running around and keeping tabs on his four little experiments when these elves will gladly do the work for him?) The elf looks slightly scandalized at the talk of whores and quickly hurries away, leaving Qilby behind. He glances at Apollo behind him before turning to fully regard her.

"I see that a week in those cages hasn't slowed you down any," he says with just enough of an ironic smile to let her know he's simply poking fun. Normally he looks as if he's laughing at a joke that only he's aware of, but this one's a Blacksworn -- an ally, or whatever. He can afford to be a little more open with her.

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Apollo is so determined to find what she's looking for that she completely misses the scandalized look on the elf's face as she hovers around talking about whores and booze. That or she simply doesn't care - but either way, she clearly doesn't seem to think maybe this is a topic best left not projected out for all the world to hear.

"Why in the fuck would bein' stuck in a cage slow me down?" Swearing just seems to be a casual part of her vocabulary, and not necessarily indicative of annoyance on its own. "Shit like that's gonna speed me up, d'you know how long I've been without rum an' sex? A week." As if he didn't already know how long she was in there and didn't literally just say a week himself. "I mean I guess I could try charmin' my way into someone's pants, but fuck, you'd think there'd be some whores to tide me over 'til I find someone, y'know?"

[traitre]

"Charming your way into--" He stops abruptly, rubbing his chin. "Yes... I can see why you'd think that would work."

Honestly, maybe they should have just left her in the cage. Careless enough to get captured, careless enough to cause a scene like this. Qilby's not exactly keen on seeing what the extent of that carelessness could be. Pursing his lips, he gestures at one of the larger buildings in town.

"Perhaps I can help with your thirst. The drinks, I mean," he adds hastily, grimacing only a little. "I'm afraid you're own your own for... Everything else."

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"I'm thinkin' it'll work 'cause I've done it before. Woulda had someone already if he wasn't my best friend's boyfriend of the future or whatever, but apparently that's outta the question."

Apollo wouldn't describe herself as careless, even though most days that's the way she presents herself. She does have some real skills beyond her apparent airheadedness, so there's bound to be something useful about her, it's just that it... well, it takes a little bit to get that from her.

Drinks are a step in the right direction, though. "Yeah?" She turns to face the building he'd pointed at. "A pub? Tavern? Bar? Fuckin' whatever the elves call it? It's alright about the whores though, this is a big wide world an' there's gotta be some out there somewhere."

[traitre]

"One has to admire your perseverance."

Talk about a woman on a mission. Even Nora had never chased anyone with quite so much fervor. And (at least with her) her efforts always inevitably paid off. Qilby nods -- yes, to his knowledge the building is any of those three things -- and motions for Apollo to follow.

"You have people here from your future as well?" he asks, as if that's the most interesting thing about that statement. Still, it's comforting to know that some higher power wasn't singling him out for divine punishment by bringing Yugo here from some far-off time in the future where the boy knows everything. Surion may have called it a quirk of dragon magic -- random happenstance -- but Qilby prefers to have something to blame for his misfortunes.

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Smiling brightly at the promise of alcohol, Apollo follows without hesitation.

"Well, uh." How to explain this? "He ain't from my world. But I was in another world like this for a lil' bit, with the whole magically pulled from my world and plopped into another one for some stupid fuckin' reason. I met 'im, and my friend, there, and they were together there." Okay good, she's got it right so far. "Then I met 'im again here, an' he's younger, so I... guess I'm from his future? Instead've the other way around."

Apollo shrugs. "I dunno, world and time travel bullshit is fuckin' hard to keep up with. You dealin' with weird time stuff too with your friends?"

oh look its a super late tag!! (also, forestssss)

[amygdalae]

Ever since having escaped from the city Bruce has made an effort to be more careful in how he goes around - once was already bad enough, and Bruce had no desire to go through that whole thing a second time. Especially with the risks it involved for him.

Still, there was really only so long he could hide in the sanctum and thrive off meat without his stomach rebelling in some fashion (though it was really more of him than his stomach, per se), so eventually Bruce had to venture back out once more into the world, finding something that was most decisively not meat.

...which is how he found Apollo, barely dressed and apparently trying to find food in the river. Not exactly a sight that would faze him, considering the parts of Earth he had been to, but still not something he expected to happen right there and then.

"You probably would have better luck further upstream. They tend to congregate more there."

sup sup it's okay

[irritating]

She hears a voice and immediately she's waving her hand in his direction and shushing him. At the moment she doesn't even realize it's someone she's met before - all she knows is that someone is trying to talk to her when she's in the zone. There's a fish nearby, she knows there is, and after a few more seconds of intense concentration, Apollo suddenly plunges both hands into the water.

With an excited shout and flap of her wings, a few seconds later she pulls a fish from the river, one hand stuck in the thing's mouth while she tries to keep a grip on it with the other as it fights and flops against her.

"FUCKIN' FISH, YES!" And then once she's done with her triumphant scream of success, she does finally look Bruce's way, and smiles when she recognizes him. "Sorry sugar, what wereya sayin' about upstream?"

yaaaaaaay

[amygdalae]

Bruce doesn't take the gesture to heart, having been in a similar situation before but mostly generally knowing what its like to have somebody break your momentum. It's never really a good thing.

As it is, he just watches quietly as Apollo aims, and then manages to gank out a fish from the stream, which is admittedly an impressive thing to watch. Or at least, impressive in the way of how excited Apollo is. It's a feeling he can relate to as well.

"It's nothing," he replies, shaking his head just slightly and managing a smile. "Congrats on your hunt, as they say."

[irritating]

It doesn't even matter that this isn't her first catch of the day, she's always excited when she manages to snag a fish with her bare hands. Blame it on thrill of the hunt, or something.

"Thanks." She answers with a smile of her own, starting to head back to the shore as the fish continues to struggle, albeit with a bit less force now. Apollo keeps a good grip on it though, so when she finally steps out of the water she still has her prize firmly in hand. "So hey, whatcha doin' out here, huh? You lookin' to go fishin' too or what?"

[amygdalae]

He makes it a point to step back a bit as Apollo comes out from the stream, giving her some space since she is in her underwear. Even if she didn't mind, it was still only polite. Or at least it made himself feel better.

"No, I think I've had enough of meat for a while." And he didn't even eat that much as well, since he hadn't transformed at all recently. Which was something that was hopefully going to continue. "I was just looking for fruits and stuff like that. Something that isn't meat-related, hopefully."

[irritating]

Honestly she could be butt naked and she still wouldn't give a shit. Still though, she doesn't mind (or even really notice) that Bruce backs up a bit to give her space.

"Yeah, an' what's wrong with meat?" The fact that maybe he's just tired of it doesn't even cross her mind, mostly because her diet includes a lot of delicious dead animals. Especially fish, if the little pile she has is any indication. "Guess fruit's alright too, though. You find anythin' edible yet? Seen some berries 'round but I dunno if they'd kill me or not."

wildcard, yo; Obsidian Sanctum

[beholdthedrums]

"Well, well, look what the 'kin dragged in," the Master quips.

He does leave the sanctum sometimes, alright, but hey, he's dressing differently than he was when he last saw Apollo. He's finally tossed the hoodie (after he accidentally caught part of it on fire) and has started to adjust to a basic black-and-violet Warlock robe.

"Please tell me you at least gleamed some valuable information from your fellow cellmates."

He's going to be very disappointed in her if she didn't spend some of her time wisely.

But he has a feeling he is going to be.

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"What?" Distracted by her search for that damn cavern with all the wonderfully weird candy rocks, she doesn't really pay the Master any mind until he addresses her first. Idly she tries to recall if she's ever seen him outside of the sanctum or not, but doesn't bother asking about it. Instead, she just rolls her eyes when she realizes what he's said to her.

"Well, learned me an' one of the bluesworn got a common friend that we both met in that other world where we met said common friend. World travel bullshit, I dunno." Did she even tell him about that before? She can't remember. "An' I mighta found someone new to sleep with, that's mighty fuckin' valuable information if you ask me, which you did."

Only part of that answer is her purposely being a smartass.

[beholdthedrums]

He stares at her with a dull expression. Someone new to sleep with. That's great. Fantastic. So very useful, Apollo.

The Master almost throttles her, but thinks better of it, and focuses on the first part of her sentence.

"Which flight is your 'common friend' in? At least it might mean we can get an 'in' both with blue and... whichever the other one is." If Apollo even realizes and understands the value that she has with those friends. It's like having pre-made spies.

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Hey in a world strangely lacking in available whores, it is fantastic.

"Didn't even realize he was here until after we got outta that fuckin' thing, but he is, an' he's been shoved into bronze." Apollo's understanding of the value she has with these friends doesn't really have much to do with flight alignments or anything else related to this world, nor does she even come close to considering them pre-made spies. "They're the time folk, yeah?"

[beholdthedrums]

Yes, because he has any idea who the other flights are, but the moment she says "time folk" it clicks. That's where the Doctor ended up, the bastard. It makes sense, of course.

"Yes, they're the 'time folk.'" He sighs and rubs the back of his hand over a brow. "We should check with the rest of the blacksworn sometime. See who we know among the other flights. Could come in handy sometime." He'll hop on that at some point, really. After he finishes getting a decent feel for his magic. "At least it would give us an idea of who can be trusted." And used.

[irritating]

"You said you're a Time Lord, yeah?" Since she's thinking about time bullshit again. "Areya bummed you ain't in bronze or what? Or doya like your new blackflight friends instead?" Because the Master really seems the type to make friends with all the other blacksworn, obviously.

Apollo shrugs when he suggests seeing who all who knows who though, clearly not as invested as he is in all this flight nonsense. "Handy how? I know who I can trust, but I dunno if that really makes 'em your allies too, y'know."