Arreyis

Devouring Light

Ayrie smiled back, feeling the warmth of his. She could tell it amused him for her to make demands, and she knew that if he didn't want to give in he didn't have to. The fact that he finally gave her his name gave her some hope at breaking down his walls.

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Asran." she said with a curtsy, giggling softly at the gesture. 'Why do I want to break down his walls though? I should be running back to the monastery with my tail between my legs!'

"I should probably make my way home for a change of clothes. I don't want to be walking around in the early morning wearing the same clothing I wore at the festival, having left running after you." she said, suddenly remembering that the priests would be arriving soon. She didn't need gossip getting to them, and certainly didn't need them seeing her dressed like this leaving Asran's temple. She purposely didn't mention them, not wanting to break the mood in the room.

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After the Prophet seated himself Sylina sat down and listened intently to what he and Robert had to say. She nodded with him when he mentioned that Protech was run by government contractors and military personnel. It was the perfect target to garner support from commoners, while also making a point to the government and it's cronies that they were not messing around. Being an operation meant for stealth and muscle it wasn't something that she would likely participate in, though if there were prisoners brought back they would be questioned in her interrogation room.

Johan asked what he could do, and he would probably be sent along, as well as Robert and Markus as they were more capable in that sort of operation. Sylina, however, offered a different sort of skill. If there was information to be had from an individual, she could get it whether they wanted her to have it or not.

"The man I was questioning before this meeting, he was employed by ProTech at one point. He now works for the government full time pursuing black market enhancements via network uplinks. He came here undercover only knowing that we are a source of those enhancements, but not what we really are, or that he would be stopped by me. He may have some information I can... elicit about the best ways in and out of the building, and what gaps there may be in their firewalls." she waved smoke from Johan's cigarette from her face and leaned back in her chair when she finished speaking.

The man currently in her dungeon presented a slew of problems, but he could possibly benefit them in ways that outnumbered those problems. Her mind had been racing for hours wondering what to do with him, and now it seemed she had her answer.

Devouring Light

Ayrie felt a gush of relief that it wasn't her stopping him from taking help, and relaxed. That devious look on his face made her tense slightly, but not in a frightened way. When he touched her chin she felt a shock that was all chemical, not in the slightest magical, and that did scare her. Those blue eyes seemed as though they were miles deep, and she felt she could get stuck in them. When the imp hit him it wasn't just Asran that was brought back to reality.

"What on earth could I possibly give to a man who already has everything he could want?" she asked, "You're a powerful demon, with loyal servants- an entire city of loyal servants in fact- but you want something from me?"

She stared at him, and then looked at the imp butler, and back at Asran. She had no idea what a simple girl like her could offer him, other than potential light magic that she barely knew how to use. She fiddled with her hair, undoing the braid and wrapping the ribbon around her fingers. If she were in his position the only thing she would want was someone to trust, someone she could confide all her secrets in. Surely that was too simple for someone like him, so she disregarded the thought.

"I'll puzzle out what you want, but only if you give me your name." she said, narrowing her eyes. She wanted him to give it to her himself, though she knew it, because she didn't want the imp to get into trouble for his slip up. "And promise that when I figure it out you'll tell me what this curse is and how I can help you end it."

Devouring Light

"Okay... I won't ask about it again." Ayrie pulled her arm back, feeling stupid for even offering. 'I didn't just help you and wait hours for you to wake up or anything.' she thought as she watched him get up.

"Well, I'm going to go home. I'm not needed here anymore." She said, her frustration evident in her tone. "I'll get with Markus about a job, no need for you to meet with me tomorrow about it."

She moved back to the chair she had fallen asleep in and started to grab the few things she had carried with her, slipping her shoes back onto her feet.

Devouring Light

"You don't trust me enough, but I'm supposed to trust you, when you wouldn't even tell me who you really are." She frowned when he tried to get up, thinking he wasn't ready to be walking around just yet. "Here, let me help you."

She moved closer, holding out an arm to help him up. 'I might be angry, but the last thing we need is him hurting himself further by doing too much, too fast.'

Devouring Light

Ayrie had fallen into a light sleep in the comfortable chair as they waited for Asran to wake up, and when she heard his voice she roused. She sat up straight and looked at him, relieved he had woken. She stood and walked to him, standing awkwardly by the bed, caught between wanting to make him feel better and wanting to berate him. Along with the relief of seeing him wake came a wave of repressed irritation at how he had hidden his identity from her. She couldn't hit him over the head with the imp in the room, but she certainly wished she could.

"It wasn't exactly a walk in the park for us either. I'm glad you're awake, Lord Gluttony." she said, she spoke quietly. "Care to tell me more about this curse and what I just witnessed? Or shall I ferret the information out in bits and pieces like I did with your identity?"

Devouring Light

"I can't imagine that would be fun to see." Ayrie said, imagining an irate Asran coming after the priests. She found a comfortable chair to sit in while the imp got Asran settled on the single bed. The room was sparse, littered with papers and things that she guessed were related to running a city.

"How long do you think he will sleep like this?" she asked, wondering if it would just be her and the imp for a while.

Fantasy RP - For those that want to 'Jump - In '

Y'all my wrist is killing me. I need to take a few days off from typing on here and save it for school. I'll let y'all know when I can be back but for now just assume I'm following Yumi.

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Hey guys, my wrist is insanely hurting right now. Haven't been able to type all day. I'll get a post up tomorrow maybe if it's feeling better. Will let you know if I end up needing longer.