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[code]The Waystone Inn[/code]
[right]Interactions: Ransom [@Atrophy], Kel [@NoriWasHere]
[code]Outfit: More religious than a fake priests[/code]
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As soon as Ransom started to play the holier-than-thou act, Cali began to pull back. The hand on his arm dropped, a step towards the bar putting space between them. After all, she wasn’t going to keep up an act that disgusted her if he was already on edge. The seduce and stab plan clearly wasn’t going to work. It required her victims to be completely unaware, believing she couldn’t possibly be dangerous. But he’d seen her go for her knife.

It wasn’t a problem. She’d do it the longer way. Mark him, stalk him, shoot him when he was distracted. Though that didn’t mean she couldn’t humiliate him first.

There was perhaps a moment where Cali considered going outside with him. There was a chance she could still swing it, slip the knife into his gut while pushing herself onto him. But it was far more likely he’d overpower her, and that she’d be left at his mercy. There was no way she’d put herself in that position. 

Unfortunately for him, while Ransom was playing the wolf, Cali was no sheep. And she certainly didn’t trust religious men anymore than she did normal men. If his religious bullshit was to be believed.

There were enough inconsistencies that she was fairly confident it was bullshit. Priest her ass. What kind of priest sleazily hit on her, offered her a future of silk and satin, then turned around and tried to make her repent.

And what the fuck was he talking about with a fourth? Why was Kel’s obvious drunkenness pointed out there?

[color=B21A4D]”Oh, I ain’t sure I'm ready to go out and convert just yet. You’ve gotta convince me a lil more first, [i]Father[/i]. If I wanted to start anew in Lathandar’s church, I could’ve done it long ago… But I’ve never had someone who’d [i]love to save me[/i] before.”[/color] Cali smiled charmingly at him, leaning her back against the bar and looking at Ransom as if she believed him. A part of her wanted to just laugh at him and all the ridiculous shit that spilled out of his mouth. But it would be so much sweeter if he believed she was buying it, then she’d spit in his face. She let go of her knife, one hand going for her drink and the other held into the air. Dev slunk down her arm, tail swishing from side to side as she too watched Ransom.

[color=B21A4D]”So the Morninglord showed you [i]my[/i] face and told you [i]my[/i] name? I guess I should feel honoured. Did he tell me about all of my sins? Unless you’re just making assumptions about me? Thinking that a tiefling wouldn’t pursue someone without ulterior motives?”[/color] Obviously she had ulterior motives. She’d never flirt with a [i]man[/i] without them. Women, on the other hand… She glanced over at Kel and smiled. Her eyes moved back to Ransom, smile remaining, her eyes narrowing like a sinister cat. [color=B21A4D]”Or did he only light the way after you saw a certain piece of paper?”[/color] 

She paused for a moment, long enough to make him sweat. So he thought she was onto him, before she dropped right back into the act again.

[color=B21A4D]”Obviously Lathander would want a priest of his to set criminals on the right path. It must be so much more rewarding to save rather than sell. Flirting with them and getting their hopes up-” that they’d be able to kill you easily- “is all just in the name of saving us, isn’t it? I get it. Is the silk and satin something I get if I convert? That does make it tempting.”[/color] She looked thoughtful, stroking Dev’s head as if she was truly musing over something. The fox was contentedly licking her lips, some of Ransom’s blood still on her teeth. [color=B21A4D]”There’s just a couple’ve problems, [i]Father Ransom[/i]. Maybe you can help me with ‘em?”[/color]

[color=B21A4D]”First of all, why would Lathander send you to convert a follower of the Lady of the Forest? I always thought they were on good terms.”[/color] A hand slipped into one of the pouches on her belt, pulling out a small circle of wood and playing with it between her fingers. She held it up to show him the unicorn head carved into it. It was a little crude, as she’d made it in her youth when she wasn’t as skilled a wood carver, but it was clear what it was. [color=B21A4D]”As far as I’m aware, I ain’t lost Mielikki’s favour yet.”[/color]

While she wasn’t fervently religious or part of the disparate church of Mielikki, her magic did come from the Lady of the Forest. Worshipping her was as simple as holding the forest itself in reverence, protecting it and hunting within it like Cali had always done. Her long stints in the city and assassination of horrible men didn’t contradict any principles of her Goddess.

[color=B21A4D]”Oh, are you surprised that a [i]lost, wicked[/i] Tiefling like me already has a God? Now that’s just straight up discrimination.”[/color] Her smile widened into something truly wicked. Like a cat playing with a mouse. [color=B21A4D]”Secondly, you’ve got quite a stingy convent if you find the price of wood ludicrous. In fact, it’s gone down in the past year. You see, I’ve been helping woodcutters in the area figure out which trees are best to cut, and how to replace ‘em to preserve the forest. With Mielikki’s blessing, there’s been more supply than ever. Poor guys ain’t ever had a ranger ‘round these parts kind enough to teach ‘em.”[/color]

She shook her head, expression falling as if disappointed. [color=B21A4D]”So did you lie about the wood, or did you lie about the silk and satin?”[/color]

It was all a lie, obviously. She could smell his bullshit from a mile away. It helped that she’d never believed anything someone like him said. Though she still couldn’t be certain of his exact motivations, it was probably the money on her head. If it had just been a sleazebag trying to fuck a tiefling, then he wouldn’t have changed tune like this. Clearly he still wanted that too- scum- talking about being progressive. And [i]a fourth[/i], what did that– 

Cali’s expression broke, and the act along with it, as she started laughing. Her tail, which had been relatively still until now, started to curl upwards. [color=B21A4D]”You think I want a [i]foursome[/i]? With [i]you[/i], and her, and– Oh, Gods. What a sick fucking fantasy! Clearly you’re the one that wants worshipped. That's hilarious, and [i]depraved[/i].”[/color]