She'd left the Inn with Korlian earlier that afternoon, but had gotten quickly sidetracked by the array of carts still operational despite the weather. The bag on her shoulder was now stuffed with cheap fabrics, thread, needles and all other sewing tools for practice. What he'd said about her to Erin - that she was adept - she'd not deny. But she'd wish to brush some dust off her skill given the chance.
They'd become separated a short while later, as well. He'd mentioned he had some sort of business to attend to and that he'd meet up with her later. The 'later' had turned into evening, and she glanced up to the sky with a scowl as she'd still not seen him, raking her gaze over her surroundings before consulting the cocktail napkin.
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Her nose and fingers were frozen to the point of burning, slush soaked through to her toes and she'd still not found it. The only good news at that time was the fact that she'd found the docks. It couldn't be too far from there.
"Excuse me," she flagged down a man who resembled a gorilla with a few vigorous waves. He was exiting a nearby pub at the time and walked with a slight wobble. As he approached, she stared at him with a brow arch but continued. "Could you direct me to this address, please?"
"That address? Why certainly, m'lady." Hiccup. "It be down that road, take a left an' ye f-follow until you come to the gargoyles, heh."
"Thank you," she mumbled with a slow nod, moving to stride away from him rather quickly. The stench of alcohol nearly rotted her nostrils. But, she was immediately caught by the arm in a grip that could crumble stone.
"Th-things are not.. free. Not f-free, m'lady."
"Then please take my compliments on your ability to hold your liquor, sir," she said lightly, her fingers digging beneath his in an attempt to pry them off. They didn't budge. She glowered upwards, her lime green eyes meeting his heavy lidded, bloodshot ones.
"Are ye," HIC "makin' jokes about me, m-m'lady..?"
"I only speak the truth, sir. Now ah.. would you kindly let go? I've an engagement that I'm rather la-"
With one swift spin, she found her back colliding with the nearest wall. Her bag slid from her shoulder as she let out a loud cry more out of frustration than actual pain.
"Y-ye'll pay fer that," HIC "m'lady."
She found it odd how he kept calling her 'm'lady' even though he was as angered as he was. Her mouth opened to say something before she felt her throat abruptly squeezed under a large hand. Very slowly, her feet left the wet ground, and she was able to kick freely. She tried that, hearing the loud twangs of her toes as they hit his breastplate. He didn't relent.
A rather sick sounding heckle was coming from his lips, and she grabbed at his arm, aware that this predicament just escalated into horribly dangerous.
What she could guess was his other hand slipped down her side, and she swallowed, or attempted to, as it ventured..
"This'll.. be m-my reward for my," HIC "services." Her surroundings began to swim together as she slowly began to lose consciousness. She sucked in one tiny breath as a brilliant, lime green orb started rotating above her palm. Sparks that resembled lightning flashed around its surface as it flickered in the darkness.
Jalleia blinked lazily as she saw his gaze lower. With a small flick of her wrist, the orb was sent flying upwards into his nose, instantly exploding into streaks of white and green. His form disintegrated quickly, his arm fading away. She was left with no support, and just dropped like lead down to the cobblestones on one knee.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" was the shout that then pierced the cold air. Through a sheen of tears, a death glare was sent to the pile of dust now occupying the male's previous stance. A slight amount of pressure was applied to her leg as she tried to stand but almost immediately tumbled back against the ground with another small yelp.
"Korlian, please be nearby," she spat, shimmying up against the wall, both hands clasped around her knee as if she was trying to keep it from falling apart. She leaned her head against the support, letting out a low, shaky sigh and a soft chuckle.
"Never travel the Westend in the evening."
They'd become separated a short while later, as well. He'd mentioned he had some sort of business to attend to and that he'd meet up with her later. The 'later' had turned into evening, and she glanced up to the sky with a scowl as she'd still not seen him, raking her gaze over her surroundings before consulting the cocktail napkin.
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Her nose and fingers were frozen to the point of burning, slush soaked through to her toes and she'd still not found it. The only good news at that time was the fact that she'd found the docks. It couldn't be too far from there.
"Excuse me," she flagged down a man who resembled a gorilla with a few vigorous waves. He was exiting a nearby pub at the time and walked with a slight wobble. As he approached, she stared at him with a brow arch but continued. "Could you direct me to this address, please?"
"That address? Why certainly, m'lady." Hiccup. "It be down that road, take a left an' ye f-follow until you come to the gargoyles, heh."
"Thank you," she mumbled with a slow nod, moving to stride away from him rather quickly. The stench of alcohol nearly rotted her nostrils. But, she was immediately caught by the arm in a grip that could crumble stone.
"Th-things are not.. free. Not f-free, m'lady."
"Then please take my compliments on your ability to hold your liquor, sir," she said lightly, her fingers digging beneath his in an attempt to pry them off. They didn't budge. She glowered upwards, her lime green eyes meeting his heavy lidded, bloodshot ones.
"Are ye," HIC "makin' jokes about me, m-m'lady..?"
"I only speak the truth, sir. Now ah.. would you kindly let go? I've an engagement that I'm rather la-"
With one swift spin, she found her back colliding with the nearest wall. Her bag slid from her shoulder as she let out a loud cry more out of frustration than actual pain.
"Y-ye'll pay fer that," HIC "m'lady."
She found it odd how he kept calling her 'm'lady' even though he was as angered as he was. Her mouth opened to say something before she felt her throat abruptly squeezed under a large hand. Very slowly, her feet left the wet ground, and she was able to kick freely. She tried that, hearing the loud twangs of her toes as they hit his breastplate. He didn't relent.
A rather sick sounding heckle was coming from his lips, and she grabbed at his arm, aware that this predicament just escalated into horribly dangerous.
What she could guess was his other hand slipped down her side, and she swallowed, or attempted to, as it ventured..
"This'll.. be m-my reward for my," HIC "services." Her surroundings began to swim together as she slowly began to lose consciousness. She sucked in one tiny breath as a brilliant, lime green orb started rotating above her palm. Sparks that resembled lightning flashed around its surface as it flickered in the darkness.
Jalleia blinked lazily as she saw his gaze lower. With a small flick of her wrist, the orb was sent flying upwards into his nose, instantly exploding into streaks of white and green. His form disintegrated quickly, his arm fading away. She was left with no support, and just dropped like lead down to the cobblestones on one knee.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" was the shout that then pierced the cold air. Through a sheen of tears, a death glare was sent to the pile of dust now occupying the male's previous stance. A slight amount of pressure was applied to her leg as she tried to stand but almost immediately tumbled back against the ground with another small yelp.
"Korlian, please be nearby," she spat, shimmying up against the wall, both hands clasped around her knee as if she was trying to keep it from falling apart. She leaned her head against the support, letting out a low, shaky sigh and a soft chuckle.
"Never travel the Westend in the evening."