Private Role-Play Amid the Arabesque

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    The man's stare wasn't missed by the she-warrior, his gaze tracing her features, even as her broad hands toyed with the strands of her pouch. It was unladylike, but Dain had little interest in being pert and pretty. They had a job to do.

    The rogue however, had other things on his mind. Her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief; even at a time like this, the man had a moment to moisten his lip.

    Then she saw him fumble.

    She paled, her arms reaching out to do something – anything.

    'You can't be se-!'


    Click.

    Dain froze. Her eyes widened, her vision dropping to the lock. Did that just happen?

    'There's a word for someone like you.'

    An awkward stillness filled the room. Her expression plummeted. No, no, this could be salvaged, she lied to herself, this would be fine. A tiny sound like tha-

    The alarm sounded.

    Her mouth pouted and she looked at the rogue, an eyebrow arching and her shoulders slumping.

    There was nothing for it – the she-warrior looked around, looking for something to shatter the glass.

    'We need to break it. Nothing for it now!'
     
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    Rath wanted to bang his head against the glass when Dain spoke. He'd really messed this one up. When she mentioned breaking the glass he considered his option of using his head again. He turned and raised his elbow, prepared to smash the container to pieces so they could flee. A window sat high on the wall behind him, at least five feet outside his reach. It was likely this was done on purpose to deter thieves but the rogue was confident he could reach it easily enough. The plan was simple enough and they would escape before anyone could break down the door. They could fix this.

    But he didn't break the glass. If they ran the guards would know exactly who they were. An innocent woman could even end up thrown in jail over this if they arrested the woman Dain was impersonating. He couldn't condemn that woman, nor could he stand the thought that they would potentially spend the rest of their trip on the run. His face was on enough wanted posters already. He dropped his arm and turned towards the door. "No, wait," he said to Dain. "We can't just run. It'll make a mess and that guy's daughter will end up framed for this. I have an idea, but you have to trust me. Let me fix this." Someone banged on the door to the room loudly and shouted, though he couldn't make out what was being said over the magical siren. He heard the door handles rattling roughly as someone tried to force it open, but luckily the door was sturdy. They had some time.

    He knelt near the Midgardian and took a handful of dress in each hand, ripping the delicate fabric up to her knee. The rogue jumped up and held up a finger, telling her to wait a moment. He went back to the case and worked at the lock quickly, his need to be careful gone now that the alarm had been set off. The lock clicked a few times and within moments he had it opened. The tiara really was a thing of beauty. He lifted it off its silk cushion and admired it, but only for a moment as he heard the shouting get louder.

    Dain was probably confused, so he quickly removed the fake tiara and placed the real one on her head gently. After a thought he took the tiara off her head and placed it on the bed. He undid her hair and messed it up. "They're going to come in here," he said as he removed his cloak and undid a few buttons on his shirt before messing up his own hair. "The easiest way to get out of this is to do the opposite of what got us in here. You recovered, passion overcame us and we bumped the case accidentally." He placed the fake tiara in the case and locked it back.

    The banging on the door and shouting had ceased and he couldn't decide whether or not that was a good thing. He gave the room a final once over and moved towards the door. He leaned close to it and listened. The lock clicked. He stared at it for a moment and noticed the mechanism was moving. Someone was unlocking it somehow. There was nothing on the outside of the door so he couldn't figure out how they were working it. He had to act fast.

    Rath ran back to Dain and mouthed a quick apology before he grabbed her, tearing the shoulder of her dress badly enough that it probably wouldn't stay up without assistance. He moved her over and pushed her back against the tiara case, kissing her fiercely as the door lock clicked open.
     
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    As soon as the door started to shake, Dain spun at the heel, bracing her hands against it with a soft grunt, her feet pushing against the ground. In the dainty shoes that she was embedded in, the warrior would have struggled to accommodate herself appropriately.

    At least, that's what could have happened.

    Hands grappled at her dress. Going beet, the Midgardian snapped to look behind her, finding tufts of her garment now in the rogue's hands. She shook her head as the tiara was removed, her fingers rubbing at her temples as the gaudy, ridiculous thing had pressed against her head. What idiot would wander around with that tacky thing on all day?

    Despite her question, Dain had already started counting. She watched as Rath's mind ticked, the siren fading his voice in and out like a bizarre wobble of sound.

    When he attempted to mess up her hair, Dain frowned at him and rubbed at her hair herself, the wild mane flourishing like the pricked hairs of a beast. She had barely enough time to conjure up a shouting match before the rogue was on her again, his mouth lashing at hers and the dress weathered to ruin. Rags and ribbons fell either side of her, exposing her dark skin. The warrior rolled her eyes, partially from the insanity of it all - and despite it, she didn't doubt for a second that Rath was enjoying himself.

    Oh, you bastard.

    Dain seized his shirt, clawing and tearing at it with a soft growl as the door slammed open.
     
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    Rath's shirt was torn by Dain's clawing hands and a short groan escaped him as she growled against his lips. He was quickly caught up in her passion and his hand found her bare skin, fingers danced across it. The door to the room slammed open and several men rushed in. There were four large men in shining armor, a regal looking man dressed in fine silk, and an older man dressed in heavy robes. The robed man had a thick, white beard and a balding head. He looked more confident than the men wearing armor, not that Rath noticed any of them right away. The older man waved his hands slowly, muttering something for a few moments and the magic siren was silenced.

    "What in the hell is going on here!?" Asked the regal man loudly, clearly upset.

    It took the rogue several more moments to pull himself from Dain. His own plan was backfiring on him. He broke the kiss, locking eyes with her momentarily before turning to face the men. His face was appropriately flushed. The men were greeted with a extremely chagrined expression. He glanced back at Dain and realized just how badly he had torn her dress. His expression turned to one of fear as he frantically grabbed at the fabric and struggled to cover her. "I-I'm sorry!" He stammered as he took his cloak and draped it across her shoulders.

    He turned to the men, appropriately embarrassed. It looked like someone had punched him in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. "She became overwhelmed during the party and I brought her here to recover. I did not know what this room was, though it is quite lovely."

    "Stop," the man made a cutting motion with his hand. The armored men stepped closer to Rath and Dain. "Step away from there. What were you doing?"

    Rath looked at the case before moving closer to the men. "W-what were we doing?" He looked at Dain pleadingly before turning back to the men, looking helpless. "Well, she started to feel better, but I thought we should wait a while longer before going back to prevent another incident." Their expressions remained unchanged. The regal man seemed to only get more angry. "We're passionate, surely..." No recognition. This wasn't going as well as he had hoped. A crowd of finely dressed people had formed beyond the door. "One thing lead to another," he continued. "We bumped the case and the alarm went off. We're very sorry about all of this."

    The magician moved passed the pair, only offering them a cursory glance. Some of the other men stared at Dain shamelessly, but the mage had eyes only for the case. He moved around it, inspecting it carefully.
     
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    As expected, the guards burst in - Dain offered a brief smile at Rath as they parted, but as her gaze sifted to the door, the appearance of the guard had yielded some unexpected guests. Quickly, she retrieved the cloak and threw it over herself, resisting the urge to glare at the guards as they stared. She glanced over her shoulder, staring at the magician.

    Nothing for it.

    'Oh, you shameless beasts!' she feigned a sob at the guards, backing towards the magician, knocking the glass case. The flame card fell from her grasp, concealed by Rath's cloak. When it touched the ground, the flicker of fire jumped onto it - and bit into the magician's robes.

    Emitting a wail, she started stomping the flame out, shoving the man to the ground, stamping on his robes.
     
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    Rath feigned offense when he caught the guards looking at Dain. He nearly came to her defense but the magician caught fire before he could say anything. The Midgardian had sabotaged the one person that could potentially rat them out, though the rogue considered it a risky move. He leapt to action, taking sheets from the bed and covering the man, patting him far gentler than Dain's kicks. The older man cursed and flailed beneath the sheet until only smoke curled up from it. Rath's keen ears had detected the sound of metal rasping, swords drawn in anger. The guards had advanced on the pair as soon as the fire sprang to life. The rogue removed the sheets and did his best to help the man to his feet.

    Cursing and throwing off Rath's hands the man moved quickly to his feet. His face was red, but not burnt. The only damage the flames managed were singe marks on his thick robes. He stomped towards the regal looking man, clearly furious. His eyes turned towards Dain knowingly, though he said nothing. "The case is secure, my lord," he said in a quivering voice. Rath couldn't tell why he didn't condemn Dain, until he saw the man's gaze lingering on her chest. It took every fiber of his being to keep from crossing the room and knocking the man flat. The regal man nodded slowly and made a gesture towards the door. Rath noted that the guards had not yet sheathed their swords as the magician exited the room.

    "Something tells me not to trust you," the older man said, a frown on his hard face. "But you are his daughter, and that wouldn't go over well." He turned his gaze on Rath. "I don't know your man, though. But if you vouch for him I cannot say anything. I must ask you to exit the Red Room, however. And you must not return here. This room is to be sealed for the remainder of the party and guards will be posted outside." The armored men sheathed their swords and moved to the door. Rath nodded graciously, his charm shining. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry this had to happen. I should have been more careful to begin with. You have nothing else to worry about." He gathered his cloak around Dain and retrieved her tiara from the bed. It was placed gently upon her head before the rogue took her arm lightly and guided her towards the door. "Come on, my dear. We shouldn't have come in here. It looks bad, doesn't it? It's my fault, of course. I do apologize. I hope your father won't have my head for this."

    As they exited, Rath could feel the lord's eyes on them. The man's eyes were fixated firmly on the tiara. Rath wished he had his sword.
     
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    Similar to Rath, Dain raised a brow at why the man hadn't felt the need to say anything; he was aware of what she was – or at least, had a feeling. Her eyebrows furrowed as his vision lay lower than her eyes; immediately, the Mantaris was deeply unimpressed, her arms folding gruffly.


    I could have done more than set you alight, you little rat.


    Her eyes shifted to the swords, gleaming in the dimming light. These men were no fools.


    Upon the regal man's warning, Dain simply nodded, feigning a quivering, embarrassed young woman. She shuffled closer to Rath before taking his arm and huddling into the cloak, making a gradual journey to the exit.


    She could already feel her relief – which could have meant anything at this point. The Midgardian wasn't a fan of surprises.


    Or shocks.


    She started to walk a little quicker.
     
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    Rath tightened his arm around Dain's shoulders and exited the room. A large group of people stood along the balcony trying to see into the Red Room while more gathered on the stairs and below. The party had all but stopped. He did his best to keep his concern off his face, instead settling on chagrin. He offered many apologetic smiles to the people he passed. The rogue turned to Dain and spoke softly, "We need to leave as soon as possible. The lord doesn't trust us." His eyes traveled back to the guards that were now sealing the room and clearing the crowd. The party started back up and people began to go back to their conversations. He saw the regal man watching them carefully and offered an embarrassed smile. The mage was milling around not far away in his singed robes. He stood out among the well dressed party-goers.

    "That mage isn't our biggest fan either."
     
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    Dain resisted the urge to grumble, batting her eyelashes as the lord and mage eyed them cautiously. In such an awkward position, the warrior and rogue were running out of options. The doors had been sealed, but a certain normality had returned, restoring diplomatic smiles and gossip to their rightful places.

    The card master's eyes dropped to the mage's ash-ridden robes and suppressed a smug grin, turning to her companion.

    'I hate admitting it, but we could exercise caution and ride the party out. We've drawn enough scrutiny and likely earned a reputation for this poor woman. Alternatively, we can look for other exits. The front door just leads straight into the grand hall. The kitchens and servants' quarters would have backdoor entrances for traders...'
     
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    The rogue, had he not been under intense scrutiny at the moment, would've flashed his partner an approving grin for her idea. Instead, he nodded regally, an air of confidence about him as if Dain had just made a grand, albeit more lucrative suggestion. "Quite right my dear," he said in agreement as they passed close to a gossiping couple. When they had more distance between them and others he glanced around quickly. "You know," he said with a bit of admiration. "You're becoming quite the thief. Ever consider a new career?" They moved past more guests until Rath settled them along a wall near the stairs, out of the main crowd.

    "All kidding aside, I like your idea. We'll need to look more at home here than ever. And don't worry about the girl's reputation," he grinned. "These people don't seem surprised in the least. Shall we dance?" He offered her his hand and bowed slightly.
     
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    Dain raised an eyebrow at Rath's suggestion of becoming a thief, folding her arms and shaking her head. Her look was somewhat disapproving; she had no qualms with stealing - it was simply inefficient when she was built to smash things. For all things delicate and lacy, Rath was the more dexterous of the two.

    It was his suggestion to dance that made the rough-handed warrior go pale.

    'You... want us to...?' she glanced down at his palm and tried to hide her look of horror. Ballroom dancing was a fair distance away from a battlefield.

    I'll stomp around like a wildebeest.

    Reluctantly, she took his hand - and quietly braced herself.

    This is all for that damn accessory. Think of the coin. It'll help.
     
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    Dain's reactions were delicious to the rogue, but he didn't let his glee show on his face. He needed her to play along and getting himself murdered for laughing at her discomfort wasn't a part of the plan. Rath offered the Midgardian a gentle smile as he accepted her hand and guided her slowly towards the center of the floor. Rath was the picture of elegance and Dain, for all her dread, still shone in her dress and tiara. The dancers they passed stopped to watch the pair move. The rogue moved them with purpose and the path to the center of the floor opened without question.

    When they stopped moving all eyes were on them. Rath circled Dain, still holding her hand as he placed his free hand upon her waist. He shifted the hand holding hers so that it was cupped gently, delicately. His famous grin flashed across his face briefly as he winked at her. "Don't worry," he whispered as he leaned closer, placing his mouth near her ear. The music had stopped, as if it waited on the balls of its feet for them to move. They would dance and it would attack. It would be a fight, beautiful, fierce, but delicate. "Follow my lead. I won't lead you astray." He paused, chuckled softly. "More than I already have. Step lightly, you'll do fine."

    The rogue pulled back and his face was serious again. He was still as a statue before nodding. The band began playing, he moved, they fought. Each time he stepped, his hands and eyes signaled the movements. Subtle glances and gentle squeezes in time with the music would hopefully lead the card master along the correct path. He knew she could keep up with him, despite his subtle hints. The waltz would carry them across the gleaming hall, all eyes on them, should no mistakes interrupt it. Other dancers joined in, but the pair was given a wide berth. Rath kept them expertly in the center of the fray.
     
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    Dain would have rather faced a dragon than tackle the dance floor – and the look on her face screamed it. With all eyes on the couple, the she-warrior's face had transformed from the pale, near-delicate chocolate shade into a severe beet-red. Her eyes met Rath's as he instructed her, his tone set with gentle reassurance.


    Her eyebrows furrowed.


    The bastard was loving it.


    Despite her intimate knowledge of the rogue, her initial steps in time with him were clumsy. Her feet stumbled and shuffled – a detail that was mercifully hidden under the drapes and flamboyance of her gown. As she practised and paid attention, her movements gradually smoothed, as if her partner had been carefully, even lovingly, been polishing a rough stone.


    Her blush had subsided, leaving her focused and attentive; the more she watched and listened to Rath and the music, the more it seemed like a battleground or a chant – there was a pattern to it. The signals became clearer, the pulls became less-forced and the steps were cleaner.


    The result was a pleasing one – and by the time she met the rogue's eyes and smiled, she felt at least a little more competent.
     
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    Rath would have to tell her later how impressed he was with her dancing. Dain had stumbled a few times during the beginning of the dance, but closing in on the halfway point she was matching his steps almost perfectly. The warrior was light on her feet and quick, so guiding her was easy. The rogue caught her gaze and nearly lost his footing, despite being perfect the whole time. Her smile lit him on fire. She had seemed ready to collapse when he nearly dragged her onto the dance floor, but now she seemed to be enjoying herself and it was damn beautiful.

    The tone of the song switched slightly as they came into the back half of it and Rath increased their pace, practically carrying Dain across the floor. She was light and he was strong so the rogue was able to get away with some fancier moves. At some points he kept her feet clear of the floor, spinning them and twirling towards the center of the room. Many of the other dancers had stopped by this point to watch the pair. While the rogue had been traditional up to this point, Dain's confidence spurred his own, leading to moves the stiff nobles most likely hadn't witnessed.

    He managed to steal a glance upwards and noticed the lord still standing in front of the Red Room, staring down at them. His advisor, the one with the singed robes, had returned to his side with a glower. Despite the advisor not looking pleased, the lord looked convinced of something. Rath had done exactly what he'd meant to, something of which he was an expert. He was a thief that looked nothing like a thief. Thieves weren't seen as graceful, well-mannered and well dressed people. The skillful dancing was the last piece of evidence needed to absolve him of his crime.

    As the song came to an end Rath drew Dain closer to him as they came to stand in the very center of the room. He twirled her out and away to arms length before quickly pulling her back in, spinning with her as the band gave the song one last flourish. The rogue gave the dance a final flourish as well, ducking low and grasping Dain around the waist. He lifted her without warning and tossed her a full body length above his head. She hung in midair for only a moment before falling back towards her partner.

    Rath spun once more and went down on one knee with his arms open. Dain landed perfectly in his arms as gentle as one might catch a baby. He flashed his famous grin again, his breath heavy and sweat glistening on his brow. The gathered watchers erupted in cheers.
     
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    Dain was so focused on her movements that she'd barely registered the rogue's intentions until she was in the air. Burying a surprised yelp, the she-warrior twisted in the air, readying herself to land, relieved to find Rath's arms wrapping around her softly and smoothly. Her breaths were short, but she couldn't help but smirk at the rogue before looking at their captivated audience, offering a charming smile, bowing her head neatly and softly.

    Gently de-tangling herself from the rogue, she stood straight and curtsied, all the while trying not to feel ridiculous.

    She cleared her throat, leaning to Rath, murmuring softly.

    'Now what?'
     
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    Rath didn't want to release Dain from his grasp, especially after her smirk, but she was back on her feet quickly. He admired her for the brief moment she stood apart from him. Her curtsy wasn't half bad and she looked noble, if slightly disheveled, but no one would hold that against a person that had moments before been tossed into the air. When she leaned back to him her murmur was intoxicating. He felt his inhibitions waver as he drank her in, tasted her natural scent. She smelled not of sweat, but a woman alive, pure energy.

    The rogue pulled himself back in, reeled in the part of him that wanted to take her fiercely, press his lips upon hers. He smiled beautifully at the Midgardian, hiding his famous grin from the gathered watchers. "We revel, my dear," his whisper was playful. The blue eyes of the rogue darted upwards and caught sight of the lord clapping loudly. His advisor was gone. Rath was convinced that they had succeeded. He stepped forward and bowed perfectly, bending at the waist slightly and keeping his upper body rigid. His smile passed over the crowd as he swept around and took Dain's hand in his, holding it high and walking her closer.

    Many of the other guests congratulated them eagerly. Words like beautiful, and shining were abound in the crowd. They were center of attention, but at the same time completely invisible. The band started playing again and slowly the gathered people returned to dancing. Soon the pair was alone in a crowd of swirling bodies. Rath guided Dain to a small alcove just beneath the stairs where they could rest.
     
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    At the alcove, Dain folded her arms and sighed, glad to be away from the stifling air and the clatter of applause. She glanced at her companion and chuckled - the man may have proposed revelling, but he himself was the master of it. She couldn't bring herself to find too much enjoyment in it; the overall feeling was like playing the Game at Dal-Gren. Everyone had secrets - everyone could be bought, with the right pressure, whether from peers or by physical means. Whatever fit comfortably in one's palm - or the other's.

    'We should probably try to leave soon, Rath,' she said quietly, 'I feel like we're drawing attention to ourselves.'
     
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    Rath flashed his famous grin at Dain. Her concern was normal considering the stakes, but misplaced. "Drawing attention to ourselves is exactly what we need to do so we're invisible," he said assuredly. "Do you know the most common reason a thief gets caught?" He was only silent for a moment, not really expecting an answer. It was a rhetorical question. "They try too hard. Sneaking around, hiding, waiting until night and trying to snoop in the dark, all of these make them stand out more. The best way to hide is in plain view, look like you belong there. Even if you're seen, if you're not being suspicious no one will suspect you."

    He stole a peak out of the alcove to make sure no one was close enough to hear them before continuing, "The lord is completely fooled, though his advisor probably still doesn't trust us. You're doing well, so no one has any reason to suspect you. Keep following my lead and we're home free. We don't have to stay for the whole party but if we try to leave now some people will be confused. Let's go mingle a bit and then after some time has passed we'll claim you're tired and take our leave."
     
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    Dain frowned, but nodded, trying to adjust the various rips and tears that had been steadily eating at her appearance. It wasn’t modesty, so much as simply wanting to keep her dignity – and her mark – away from prying eyes. Tying a few subtle knots beneath her clothes and adjusting the bandage on her arm, she straightened and took a few steps forward, gathering the fronts of her dress and extending a hand to Rath.


    ‘Shall we?’
     
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    Rath noticed her attempts to keep herself covered and a slight pang of regret shot through him. He felt bad about tearing the dress, but it was the only way to keep their cover safe. She seemed to get it in order and once she was ready he took her extended hand gracefully. The rogue lead her back to the crowded main hall where the mingled away from the dancing portion of the crowd. He spoke finely and held topics from his father's business to the state of affairs with the local government. The suave man talked about weather and favorite past times. There wasn't a topic he couldn't spin. He accepted a delicate glass of a bubbling alcohol and toasted a beard man for his good health. His eyes were always on the search for usable exits and guards, however. He was subtle and no one noticed, nor did his search ever distract him from his conversations.

    The rogue had forgotten what this felt like. He hadn't pulled any job like this in many years. It was exhilarating. Dain's presence made it all the more thrilling. He couldn't guarantee that dresses survival after the party.