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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)

Comments

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.

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.

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."

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.