03-22-2023, 10:26 AM
When Zef had gotten dressed to go Kallisti she hadn't been thinking sexy but more about practical and functional. She was there after all to hunt a god. But that hadn't seemed to bother Jaxen in the least. But it was hardly attire for sex drugs and likely rock and roll. Or some form of electronic beat thumbing music that was too loud to hear your self think. But they were in the Red Light District. And there were Atharim safe houses all over. Because what better place to be a monster, but in a place where no one is going to miss a person living there?
She looked for the signs of a safe house that posed as a fashion store. There were a few -- for occasions such as this where breaking and entering was part of the case. Zef nodded towards the store. The windows were thick but you could see the dresses inside. "I need something a little more appropriate to wear."
Zef didn't wait for Jaxen to offer, she pulled the lock pick set from her belt and started on the lock and was in with in a matter of seconds. The alarm would trigger, but there was a special Atharim signal that would disarm it while still cutting the wires. She'd only done it on one other occasion in another city for another makeshift trust issue. But that had been a totally different hunt -- this was something else.
The store smelled musty like old books but the clothes were decent enough and she pulled down the dress from the window. "Probably have enough time to change."
She moved behind a stack but it barely covered his view -- modesty was not something she cared too much about as she pulled off her practical clothes in favor of the red dress that barely covered anything. Almost the full breathe of her tattoo was visible, only a small portion of the back was obscured by the satiny fabric. The oroborous tattoo was obvious for any Atharim on her left forearm, but it was mixed in perfect cohesion with the rest of the tattoos that formed the picture of the Atlantia clan from Atlantia to Zef herself. The four winds inked just above her wrist and the birth of the huntress at the base of her back near her spine.
Zef looked in the mirror and admired the dark ink against the red of the dress. But the lines from her panties in the tight dress marred the beauty and they had to go. She watched Jaxen from the mirror as she did the last of her accessories -- spinning up her hair in the long silver spikes she carried in her belt for just that purpose -- and also for killing monsters should the need arise. They'd be her only weapons going into the Devil's Lair.
"Ready, darling?" She slung her clothes in a bag she grabbed from behind the counter and waltzed out the door leaving the door open. Someone would be by to clean up the mess like she'd never been there. That was what the Atharim teams were for.
Two blocks down the road Zef tucked her things in yet another Atharim safe place and tagged it with a location beacon. They'd be by to pick that up later too. It was well hidden and she was free to go deep into the depths that only Jaxen knew the way.
She dangled on his arm. He was a handsome man -- a man of wealth and prominence even if it were a little tarnished. But she liked this man. Confident and smooth. Too bad he was a fucking god.
But that didn't stop the fun. The neon signs lead them through darker and darker places. The music was loud enough to hear from a ways away. It drew them down the tunnels and around dark corners, until it was there and they were let inside.
The thrum of the music coursed through her body and there was a distinct sense of danger here. Monsters would hunt here. Best be on the look out. Zef took the crowd of people as an advantage and wrapped both her arms around Jaxen's neck and she walked backwards deeper into the crowd leaning in to shout in his ear "Find us some fun."
[@"Jaxen Marveet"]
She looked for the signs of a safe house that posed as a fashion store. There were a few -- for occasions such as this where breaking and entering was part of the case. Zef nodded towards the store. The windows were thick but you could see the dresses inside. "I need something a little more appropriate to wear."
Zef didn't wait for Jaxen to offer, she pulled the lock pick set from her belt and started on the lock and was in with in a matter of seconds. The alarm would trigger, but there was a special Atharim signal that would disarm it while still cutting the wires. She'd only done it on one other occasion in another city for another makeshift trust issue. But that had been a totally different hunt -- this was something else.
The store smelled musty like old books but the clothes were decent enough and she pulled down the dress from the window. "Probably have enough time to change."
She moved behind a stack but it barely covered his view -- modesty was not something she cared too much about as she pulled off her practical clothes in favor of the red dress that barely covered anything. Almost the full breathe of her tattoo was visible, only a small portion of the back was obscured by the satiny fabric. The oroborous tattoo was obvious for any Atharim on her left forearm, but it was mixed in perfect cohesion with the rest of the tattoos that formed the picture of the Atlantia clan from Atlantia to Zef herself. The four winds inked just above her wrist and the birth of the huntress at the base of her back near her spine.
Zef looked in the mirror and admired the dark ink against the red of the dress. But the lines from her panties in the tight dress marred the beauty and they had to go. She watched Jaxen from the mirror as she did the last of her accessories -- spinning up her hair in the long silver spikes she carried in her belt for just that purpose -- and also for killing monsters should the need arise. They'd be her only weapons going into the Devil's Lair.
"Ready, darling?" She slung her clothes in a bag she grabbed from behind the counter and waltzed out the door leaving the door open. Someone would be by to clean up the mess like she'd never been there. That was what the Atharim teams were for.
Two blocks down the road Zef tucked her things in yet another Atharim safe place and tagged it with a location beacon. They'd be by to pick that up later too. It was well hidden and she was free to go deep into the depths that only Jaxen knew the way.
She dangled on his arm. He was a handsome man -- a man of wealth and prominence even if it were a little tarnished. But she liked this man. Confident and smooth. Too bad he was a fucking god.
But that didn't stop the fun. The neon signs lead them through darker and darker places. The music was loud enough to hear from a ways away. It drew them down the tunnels and around dark corners, until it was there and they were let inside.
The thrum of the music coursed through her body and there was a distinct sense of danger here. Monsters would hunt here. Best be on the look out. Zef took the crowd of people as an advantage and wrapped both her arms around Jaxen's neck and she walked backwards deeper into the crowd leaning in to shout in his ear "Find us some fun."
[@"Jaxen Marveet"]