A Night Out

[Ayvajin]

Night had fallen over Bellevin, but this was hard to tell to the untrained eye. Lights lit up the streets and many where out in about being loud, drinking, and just having a good time. Drunken singing could be heard throughout the city. An untuned harpsichord could be heard in one of the bars, being pounded away at by its player.

The city was alive and bouncing even at this late hour, and one had to step back and simply enjoy the enthusiasm and energy that these pirates had. Bellevin was definitely one place in Yviex one could go to just have a good time, get drunk, get into a couple of bar fights, and just laugh. That was why Ayvajin appreciated the pirate city. For having such a bad reputation, pirates were able to live carefree and trouble free. They lived life like no other people in all of Yviex.

The necromancer did enjoy her trips to Bellevin. On rare occasions she would partake in the drinking, but she usually kept herself sober. Ayvajin always had a reason to be in the city, though, and it was never to just party and sit back with the locals. She had befriended a pirate a few years ago, and he had called on her assistance with his teenage daughter. The daughter had been acting weird for some time and the pirate had suspected that an evil spirit had entered her body. The pirate had been right in is suspicions, and Ayvajin had given the girl an exorcism.

The exorcism had occurred early in the day, and the pirate was trying desperately to get Ayvajin to “loosen up” and have a few drink in celebration. So, the necromancer found herself in the Crimson Rum section of the city. She was keeping to herself as she watched the locals drink, laugh, and tell sea stories.

Ayvajin sat along one of the bars, listening into the stories that were making her laugh. She was dressed in what she considered pirate gear that her pirate friend had insisted she wear. The necromancer was wearing a cut off black shirt that showed off her toned stomach and arms. She was wearing loose black shorts with black and gray striped stockings. Her hair was loose and hung upon her shoulder.

[Lucien]

The King of the Incubi grinned, rising in a shimmer from the bed of the young girl he'd just taken. She was still deep asleep, but the dreams she had were quite real, he laughed at the flushed look still on her skin and the marks from the rough sex they'd had appearing on her flesh. It would look like she had snuck out and enjoyed a rather promiscuous night on the town.

Tossing his hair back, he made his way out of the window and onto the street, where he materialized to his physical form on this plane. He stood erect, a tall and handsome man with the body of the gods and made his way into one of the many pubs on this island, deciding that he would peruse his options for his next 'meal' there.

Upon entering the pub, he knew that all female eyes would be on him in an instant, he was sex incarnate after all. As cocky as he was, he still knew how to make an impression and impress even the most aloof of potentials. If not, he decided with a mental shrug as he sat at the bar, he was not above inducing sleep and having them that way. Flashing a charming grin at the bar maid, he ordered a drink, something to keep up a guise that he too was a pirate in this wonderful town.

[Ayvajin]

On one side of the bar, laughter erupted as the old pirate finished his story. He gave a toothless grin to all of his listeners before taking a gulp from his beer. Ayvajin had been one of the many laughing. She put one of her hands up over her lips, trying to muffle the laughter that still kept rising out of her.

The necromancer always was trying to hide her laughter. She seemed to always draw attention to herself whenever she did laugh. She knew it was one of those qualities that made her appealing to others. When she laughed her eyes lit up and her features seemed just a tad more attractive. Ayvajin never did try to make herself look as appealing as possible. She tried to stay out of the eye sight of any possibly suitors.

Ayvajin turned away from the old pirate who was starting another story and looked to the various bottles of alcohol upon the walls. She was not really thirsty, but she did enjoy how the tavern looked as a whole.

[Lucien]

Lucien tilted his head up, taking in the women laughing. His eyes settled on the necromancer, watching her with interest as he began to sift through the others in the bar. She was pretty, he would give her that, but he usually didn't bother with those that used magic, seeing as they were often times immune to his sleep spells and dream weaving. Tilting his head to the side, he ran a hand through his hair before finishing the drink and ordering another from the blushing barmaid.

Sending her a rakish grin, he tilted his head to the barmaid and told her to buy something for the necromancer, whatever she wanted and it was on him. He knew how to approach and decided to test out the waters, letting her choose what she would accept and to learn what she preferred to drink. Oh yes, he knew what she had done and could easily pass it off as a thankfulness for banishing that evil spirit.

Really, all it was was one of his minions feeding off the girl. She was a pretty young thing, he supposed, but his minions needed to learn to disguise themselves, so that young one had gotten what he deserved.

Lucien had a patient smile on his lips as he leaned against he bar, watching the tavern in action.

[Ayvajin]

The barmaid walked over to Ayvajin, and the necromancer turned her attention to the girl. The barmaid told Ayvajin that someone was offering to buy her a drink. The necromancer turned the girl down politely with a small smile before asking who was asking to buy her a drink. The barmaid gestured to a man who was sitting a little ways down the bar from her. Ayvajin thanked the girl before standing up from where she sat.

Ayvajin was not afraid to approach anyone. She was quite fearless of those around her. The necromancer knew her strength, and even around those stronger than her she continued to hold her own. The man who sat down the counter from her did not intimidate her one bit even with how attractive he was. Beauty was only skin deep and in some cases beauty could easily change to an ugly outer appearance. The necromancer knew not to judge this one just on his looks.

The necromancer leaned up against the bar as she reached the stranger. “You were looking to buy me a drink?” she said to him, eyes observing his movements closely.

[Lucien]

Lucien easily put on a disarming smile, looking up at the necromancer. "To thank you for what you did for that girl. Everyone is talking about it and unfortunately I was not there to see it in action, but I wish to thank you for your sevices," he said, easily putting on an accent and dialect to fit in with the crowd.

He took a sip from his beer, his whole body radiating nothing but truthfulness and openness to the necromancer. "My name is Lucien," he said as he extended a hand as a peace offering to her. "And there was nothing more behind the drink than extending a thanks for your sevices."

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin flashed a smile as she took Lucien’s hand and shook it in a somewhat polite way. She sat down upon the closest bar stool and faced the man. “Well, I appreciate the gesture, but I must decline the drink,” she said. “I tend not to drink that much alcohol even during my stays in Bellevin. Most people tend to try and buy me at least one drink while I am here and I usually decline, but like I said I appreciate the offer.”

The necromancer was use to strangers trying to give her gifts for her services. She appreciated all of the gifts that were offered to her even if they were simple gifts like a beer at the bar.

“I am Ayvajin, by the way,” she said. “And I do not think anyone should really see such a thing like an exorcism. Almost all of them are violent, and I tend to pity those who are possessed.”

[Lucien]

Inwardly, Lucien grinned. She was walking right into his trap without even knowing it. Oh sweet sport indeed.

Outwardly, he shook his head in sympathy. "I do not mean it in a way of wishing to see one, only that I wish I were there to help comfort the distraught family," he said, eyes glistening with what could only be described as personal humor, known only to those closest to him. "It is a most unfortunate thing when one being is possessed by another without asking for it. But if someone asks for it, well let them deal with their fate," he said as he downed the rest of the beer.

[Ayvajin]

Pushing her hair to fall down her back, Ayvajin took a moment to glance around the bar once more. “I will help anyone and everyone,” the necromancer said before her eyes fell back upon Lucien. “No one deserves to be possessed by an evil spirit. People’s beings deserve respect no matter who they are. No one deserves such a grotesque thing inside of them. But I free I will bore you with these ramblings of mine. You only wished to buy me a drink for my services. I should stop pestering you with my words.”

The necromancer stood up to leave. “I will leave you alone, though. Thank you for the offer again.” She sent Lucien another smile before moving to step away.

[Lucien]

Lucien grinned, hiding it behind the third glass in his hands. Setting it down, he place a light touch on her arm, acting as if he were imploring her to stay. "Oh Ayvajin, please don't go. I'm sure you have many tales that you could tell an inexperienced sailor like myself," he said, throwing in a bit of boyish desperation for good measure.

"If you could be bothered to perhaps swap a tale or two, that would be the perfect evening for me. For tonight is my last night in and with the morning tide we sail off to unknown destinations and it would be most wonderful if I could spend it with such a beautiful and wise woman as yourself," he said, a boyish grin coming to his lips as he played his part perfectly.

[Ayvajin]

As kind and as trusting as Ayvajin was, she could not help but raise an eyebrow at Lucien’s performance. He seemed a bit desperate for her attention and if there was something behind his acts besides a night of tales, he was not letting it on.

Ayvajin ran a hand through her hair as she thought for a moment. It was hard for her to decline someone anything besides the alcohol offerings. She felt it rude to turn her back on someone who seemed to be rather polite. Yet, her better judgment was screaming in her mind to just go and leave this stranger at the bar.

The necromancer’s eyes fell back upon Lucien. “You could easily round up one of these other girls,” she said to him. “The barmaid is practically tripping over her feet just in your presence. Why not them?”

[Lucien]

"Because I like you better," he said simply. "And they are working. Why should I take up their time when I do not have the money to compensate them for all the tips they could be earning?" he asked sincerely.

He did have a point. If they were to spend all their time with him, they would lose out on potential earnings and thus give the bar a bad name. Whereas if he spent time with the necromancer, he would not be causing any of it, merely hoping to bring in new and fresh customers. "Besides, I am curious of the world beyond the water and I have heard you travel far and wide. We sailors do not truly know much of the world beyond the water," he said with an embarrassed smile.

[Ayvajin]

The necromancer thought for another moment. Talking to this Lucien for a little while longer could not hurt anything. He seemed friendly enough, and if anything she would put him in his place if he tried anything. Ayvajin let out a soft sigh followed by a smile.

“Well, I was thinking about heading back to my friend’s home,” she told him. “If you want to continue talking to me, I would suggest accompanying me on the walk back to his place.” She would allow Lucien this much. Him walking here back to the house could not be such a terrible thing.

[Lucien]

Lucien gave her a boyish, grin, paying his tab and making a mental note to come back here for a quick and easy feeding. Facing the necromancer, he gave a slight bow, his charms instantly putting her at ease.

"Thank you very much for the honor," he said. "It would be terrible if anything happened to you on the walk home, despite the people here, there are always some that do not like to obey whatever rules may be in place."

Brushing some hair out of his eyes, he offered her an arm and a silly grin so they could leave.

[Ayvajin]

“I fear no one in Bellevin,” Ayvajin said, slipping her arm around Lucien’s. “I do not mean to seem cocky at all; I just know my strength, and I know how to protect myself. So, if you were thinking about trying to harm me in some way, you should think twice.”

The necromancer’s words were a warning. She tended to let the foolish know of her strength and of her fearlessness. She had put many men in their place for doubting her powers, and if Lucien would turn out to be just another one of these men, well, she would show him her strength.

[Lucien]

"I have no desire to harm you, it would be foolhardy to wish harm upon someone as beautiful as yourself," he said with a sincere grin. Lucien was a different kind of Incubi but he knew how to play the game anyway it was twisted. He knew his own strength as well and had no qualms making someone fall asleep in an inconvenient place for them just to suit his needs.

He tucked her arm securely against him, placing a hand over hers as they left. "Which way to your friend's house? It seems you have a lot of them and we wouldn't want you going to the wrong one," he said with a slight chuckle.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin gave a slight shrug before gesturing down the street. “It is just quite a ways down the road and to the right,” she told Lucien. “I suppose I have plenty of friends. I am not here in Bellevin too often, though. I come when I am called here and when I am needed. I try to make more allies than enemies, though.”

The necromancer was rather friendly with whoever she met. She tended to be much more polite than she should be, and she had ran into some trouble before with being a bit too caring and trusting.

[Lucien]

Lucien made a noncommittal noise as they walked, enjoying the time with her. He had made a note to come back and try the necromancer when she was asleep, seeing as causing her to sleep no was irritation and rather pointless as well as a waste of energy. "So, which one of us rogues are your friends?" he asked with a light laugh.

"And I suppose making allies is better than making enemies, in any case," Lucien continued thoughtfully. "But then again with too many allies, they may turn against one another and against you if you make allies out of opposing forces."

[Ayvajin]

“I am usually not around when my allies make enemies out of themselves. I travel way too much to be caught up in such things. Not to mention, I tend to live longer than the allies I have made.”

Ayvajin had lost a lot of living friendships do to her lack of aging. She had, however, met up with the souls of her dead friends. It was definitely a nice being a necromancer when many friendships die because of death.

“My friend is rather well known in Bellevin, which is why many around her know me. He needed help so I came and helped.”

[Lucien]

"Indeed he must be for him to know you," Lucien said as they continued the walk. "Or would it be for you to know him?" he asked as he sent her a charming smile. He smoothed some of his long hair back from his face, tossed there by a breeze that had picked up, bringing the smell of the salt air to them and the sounds of the ocean as well.

"It is a nice night to be out and about, as well as alive, isn't it?" he asked conversationally as they made their way down the quiet street.