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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/pfmCiHw.png[/img][/center][hr][hr]Location: Kirimansk, Vossoriya // Characters: Yuliya, Sven[@Force and Fury], Khaliun[@YummyYummy][hr][hr]

Nazih did not enjoy the cold. It wasn't because of any personal, specific distaste. He was just a person from a radically different environment and he didn't fare well in it. 

Nazih did not enjoy drinking. It wasn't because of any personal, specific distaste. He was just a person of a different religion and he wasn't accustomed to it.

Nazih did not enjoy being tired. It wasn't because of any personal, specific distaste. Does anyone actually [i]enjoy[/i] being tired, after all?

What this all meant was that he skipped the night of raucous drinking in a small Vossoriyan bar in order to get some more sleep. Ideas and suspicions and theories swirled through his exhaustion-addled mind as he undressed only partially and slid beneath the warm fur blankets of his bed. The other two whom he shared the room with were out losing themselves to alcohol, and the only sounds to be heard were the creaking of the walls and the occasional passing wagon or howl of a stray dog in the distant night. It was naught but ten minutes before he was overtaken by a deep and peaceful slumber.

And so it was that for the most part, the house was empty. The two Vossoriyan girls had talked at great length about their plans for the mission, and how they could accomplish it, but Nazih was not part of those discussions. All but the three had gone drinking, and it was a surprise to Yuliya herself that she did not also give in to a night of fun and festivities in her home country for once. Instead, she chose to slate her thirst whilst all were busy, her target predetermined. There she sat, in a bedroom with Khaliun, kicking her legs back and forth as she waited for the time in which she could finally feast.

Nazih however, had gone to an inn within the bubble, so it would have to be a fast thing in order to not come under the sickness that would afflict her within this place.

[color=pink]"Is it time?"[/color] she uttered softly, as the hours of Dami were upon them in earnest.

[color=78CBE8]“Better be quick.”[/color] warned Khaliun, sitting tranquil on her bed. Her legs could just barely be raised after the Tethering's progress to her thighs, but she managed to rest them straight in front of her while she leaned back against her set of pillows. Her eyes were focused on a wooden tube that could likely fit a pan flute she had been carving until the sun had fully set. [color=78CBE8]“They won't be drinking for too long. The taverns don't stay open as late nowadays in Kirimansk.”[/color]

[color=pink]"Then I will be off."[/color] Yuliya nodded to Khaliun as she smiled and left the room swiftly, putting her hood up as she proceeded to venture into Kirimansk. These streets were part of her nation, but not familiar to her in the way the capital was and although the architecture was familiar, she still found herself second guessing her turns through the darkened streets. Before long however, she had found the locale that the others had headed to, but there was still the issue of getting where she needed to be, and not being swamped with drunk patrons, or worse, her comrades on the mission who also happened to be drunk patrons. A few possibilities entered her mind, perhaps scaling the wall and entering through a window, or simply walking in like she already had a room, but the smartest in her mind seemed to be just pretending to be another Vossoriyan citizen looking for a room. She wouldn't stand out so much in this place, after all. Her hood remained up, and a scarf was wrapped around her face as she walked into the place, and spoke to the innkeep in a hushed tone, lest her friends hear.
	
[color=pink]"Привет, одну комнату, пожалуйста.(Greetings, one room please.)"[/color] 

The innkeeper barely offered Yuliya a second glance. She was some wealthy merchant's daughter looking for an incognito night and he'd seen dozens like her over the  course of his twenty-five years at the reception desk. [color=848484]"Односпальная кровать или двуспальная?" (Single bed or double?) he asked.

It was right about then that an extremely tall young man stumbled up behind her, a mug of [i]something[/i] alcoholic in hand. Yuliya did a double take, ready to deal with the intrusion in one of her many ways, but then she noticed something. He was... Sven. [color=385403]"Oh hey there Blondie,"[/color] he slurred, sounding somehow better than he normally did. [color=385403]"Fancy seeing you here!"[/color]


[color=pink]"Одинокий(Single)"[/color] she barely managed to utter, before some drunk asshole was behind her. For a moment, she thought it must have been Sven, only that he didn't speak like him. Low and behold, she turned around to find the lad she thought it was initially. It was truly baffling, that he had been lisping this entire trip, and for however long she'd known him, but there he was, his words clear as day through the drunken slurring.

[color=pink]"Возьми лишнее и принеси моему другу еще выпить. Самый сильный у тебя"(Take the extra and get my friend another drink. Your strongest) she spoke once more to the innkeep, as she slapped down a nartsis. She missed the feel of them in her hand at school, but they were also the subject of much joking in her nation. She cracked a smile and turned back to the Eskandish lad. [color=pink]"Say Sven, you know what call this coin?"[/color] she spoke, holding up one more of the coins she'd paid with, as she thought of a way to get rid of the lad quickly. [color=pink]"Is called Nartsis, but we have special name for it. засранец(zasranets). Means good pal! You want make friend, walk to someone and say 'ты похож на заранца(You look like an asshole)'! Go try!"[/color] she spoke to Sven with an earnest smile on her face, and how she wished she could watch the carnage go down, but she had to be somewhere and this would provide a more than suitable distraction. 

[color=385403]"You know what, Yuli?"[/color] Sven slurred. [color=385403]"That sounds like a really good idea!"[/color] He grabbed her with such sudden force that she was taken by surprised, and lifted her off of the ground in a mighty bearhug. Yuliya gave him a slap on the back hard enough to nearly knock the wind out of him and Sven let her go almost immediately. [color=385403]"Wow!"[/color] he exclaimed. [color=385403]"You really got some muscles for such a little thing!"[/color] He smiled drunkenly. [color=385403]"You and I should really spend more time together, you know."[/color] With that, he staggered away, looking for someone to call a asshole good pal. 

[color=pink]"Totally! See you soon, with friend Sven!"[/color] she smiled politely as she was let down onto the ground. He was a strong lad, but she wasn't shy of such advances, and she watched him leave on his merry way. He was a nice lad, and she might have felt guilty if the fucker didn't delay her so long getting here, but that was swept under the rug as she turned back to the man working behind the counter.

[color=pink]"У меня есть несколько друзей, которые остановились здесь. Темноволосая, гегеланка, одноногая девушка и высокий светловолосый парень. Знаешь их номера комнат"(I have some friends staying here. Darker skinned one, hegelan, girl with one leg and a tall blonde lad. Know their room numbers?)"[/color] she spoke sweetly, placing a venok on the counter and taking the drink she'd planned on giving to Sven. but who'd left before he could be the recipient of it. The innkeeper looked at her skeptically, but he took the money, shrugged, and smiled. [color=848484]"Они находятся в комнатах пять, шесть и восемь. Веселиться." (They're in rooms five, six, and eight. Have fun."[/color]

[color=pink]"Спасибо! Я доверяю вашему усмотрению(Thanks! I trust I'll have your discretion)"[/color] she spoke with a wink as she put yet another coin on the counter and headed upstairs as she began to hear the fruits of her labour erupting. And so she skipped up the steps and began looking for Nazih's room out of the 3 numbers listed. She started from the lowest, glancing through the keyhole to see which one had a person within. It took her about twenty seconds. The others were all downstairs and one room clearly had a bed with a person in it. A couple of hairpins were produced from her coat pocket, and she got to work. She was no stranger to lockpicking, though it was notedly more difficult without the use of her gift. In fact, she'd done it in Gandakar when she was at Zarina's house. She did not wish to linger, lest she was caught though.

With or without the Gift, Yuli seemed to have a talent, and one most unbecoming of and unexpected for a royal. Nonetheless, the lock popped open and the door along with it, issuing a soft crrrreeeeak as it did so. Beyond lay Nazih, sleeping under some fur blankets. Presently, he stirred at the noise and rolled over so that his eyes were not facing the intruding sanguinaire. It was effortless. She slipped up to him, her hunger growing, her anticipation building, the darkness of the room seeming to mount as the sanguinaire loomed above her sleeping prey. Yuliya went for the neck.

This was all so easy, so natural to her, that it felt like taking candy from a baby. The blood was just enough, and boy was she fast. Barely 2 minutes had passed before her stomach had been filled with the blood of another, and the manas to boot, She trusted the damages would be repaired by Khaliun, as within moments, she had made her exit. The door had been left as she found it, shut and locked with Nazih soundly asleep, and she left as the ruckus within the tavern was at its height. Again, she bounded through the darkened streets of Kirimansk in the hours of Dami approaching Ipte, Before long, she was tucked into her bed snug as a bug, with a room at that inn to boot. She'd avoided the sickness for the most part, but she knew if she'd stayed there the night, it would have been much worse.

As she returned however, she felt the sickness of the town creeping in. It felt.. revolting, as if she had the worst fever of her life. Only when she made it back did she find the solace of sleep, the safety of the inn at home far outside the bubble did her well. She thought that they must remove this, or it could destroy all she held dear. She thought that tomorrow, she might search with one of her 'allies'. Even if Khaliun didn't trust the Perrench girl, or her cousin, she did somewhat. She had plenty of chances to destroy her already, and only showed her kindness.