Jan 13 19:13:56 107 PA - An offer she should refuse
From Chronicles
Opening the door Tirzah does not look to be in the best of moods. No, actually if one has seen her moods she is in a fiery doom of death mood.. "What?" She asks sharply before crossing her arms, her gown immaculate despite her current attitude.
Ayame looks the angry Tirzah over and says, "Well georious, I will be contacting the family in a few days. Was wondering how you want me to proceed and your price limit." She doesn't even step back.
The red door next to Tirzah's swings partway open, on a disappointingly soundless pair of hinges to reveal ... nothing. The room inside is dark. Not merely unlit -- the hallway lights catch the door's crimson beautifully and fail to travel any further, giving away nothing from the portal but a cool breeze.
Tirzah sighs, shaking her head with lack of patience. "Well I want you to negotiate the best price. You live in the dregs, you know what's expected. My budget would throw off there expectations. So lets say ten thousand and or services offered." She suggests with a small nod, her glare moving up and down Ayame slowly.
Ayame nods smiling and says, "I will convey that. I may be meeting a member or associate tomorrow. Though the contact I meet was rather intrigueing and as hot as your are. Aimee r something."
That doorway isn't doing anything but hanging open and being spooky! It's even quiet inside, which may well be the first time.
Tirzah raises a brow with mild curiosity showing recognition of the name.. "Interesting. Anyway, was there anything else? Kinda sorting something out tonight." She says shortly, looking impatient again.
Ayame shrugs and says, "Not really unless I can test your bed for pleasantness. It only takes towo people." She is grinning stupidly knowing the answer could very well be no.
"Can it be?" A voice from the darkness, and the being who steps free ... isn't much different. Velvet ebony skin, matching hair, and eyes as coal. His features are unrelieved black on black, making it difficult to distinguish more than his silhouette. He's wrapped in a charcoal pinstripe suit, well-made and impeccably clean. "Has my Little Sister begun to purchase members of her own kind?" Ahriman grins at that, shockingly white teeth showing through. "I do hope you'll share."
A literally flaming finger is presented at Ahriman in reply to his question as Tirzah shakes her head at Ayame, not before you have a bath and not tonight. Sage's in no shape for company just now."
Ayame feigns an awww. Glancing at Ahriman she says, "Sorry. If skirts here won't take me tonight, I'm not taking a guy. Skirts are first." She smiles as cutely as she can, knowing it prbly doesn't look pleasant.
Ahriman's voice is low. Like the rumble of a harley making words, deeper than human and incongruous with his slim frame. "Pity," he speaks, pupilless gaze staring at the redhead. "That appears to be a no." His head tilts to the right, and his mouth opens faintly. From within come sounds. Not words -- not exactly. The whispered murmurs of four tongues fighting to form one language, their speech overlapping, in a way that seems like it ought to make sense. His breath draws cold. Very cold, fogging in the warm air as he breathes frost over Tirzah's flaming finger. Ice crystals form in the air over her hand, and snow blows gently against her dress. The dark being's eyes silver, like clouds blowing in over a starless night.
The frost does not linger long on Tirzah's finger and she does not appear bothered by the trespass. "Like I said, can't linger here. Keep me posted though." She advises before stepping back and closing the door
Ayame raises an eyebrw and points a thumb at Tirzah's door? She seems either unimpressed or uncaring about the theatrics, "What's eating her?"
The dark being's silvered eyes narrow as Tirzah disappears, his head cocking to the right. Then, slowly, his head turns to gaze down at Ayame. Silent before her question for several long moments, stretching into uncomfortable territory as he stares down on her. "What are you buying for my Little Sister, human?" he asks, presenting a perfect profile. The black being might be pretty, for a boy. If one could get a good look at him.
Ayame shrugs and says, "Not my business to share. Ask her if your so curious faidy cat." She shows no fear at the illusions, if that is what they are. "Quite hiding and be a man, if you are one."
The black being blinks slowly, twice, and after a moment his lips curl at the corners. He stalks, slowly, moving so evenly that were one not able to see his legs they'd swear he was floating or rolling on wheels. "A man?" Ahriman echoes. "Your language is so ambiguous. I am closest to your male gender, if that is your question. But human?" The dark being stops and reaches a black hand for Ayame, holding it before her as Satan offering the world. Palm up, skin soft and hot. Touchable, inviting even. And repulsive. "Take it. I'll show you."
Ayame raises an eyebrow and says, "First, I never implied human. Second, I don't take candy from strangers." She hopes he catches the reference.
"Now who is the 'faidy cat?' Ahriman asks in a warm, amused tone, eyes widening a touch as he peers at the little human. He may know the reference, he may not. But he seems to have understood the meaning.
Ayame shrugs and smiling sftly says, "You have cute little tricks to keep you alive. i, however, do not." With that she steps back and adds, "If you want a peice, you 'come' to me." She adds emphasis to come.
Tirzah was sitting against her door, denying the obvious going on outside as she looked to the now sleeping form in her bed. Though no one outside can no this it may be good to note that she did rise to check on that person in that time. "Life just dont pause for us to grieve does it?" She asks mostly to herself, rubbing a resting shoulder gently. "Go see to them. I'll be ok." is the bidden reply the allows Tirzah to step from the door again, looking a bit more calm.
The world goes dark. Not 'lights went out' dark. Closer to 'blinked and never reopened your eyes dark.' It's the black of a world without a sun, never touched by the light of day. "No," comes a breath, hot against Ayame's cheek. The voice next comes from over her shoulder. "You have no such tricks." The world outside Tirzah's apartment is as black as Ahriman's was moments ago, his voice obvious. "Little Sister. Have you come to reclaim your wayward sprite?"
Ayame starts to giggle and asks, "The parlor tricks done with? I'm ready to go or bathe and get comfy, wichever." She doesn't move, though she seeks a pattern in the voices movement, to try and predict where it will be in case shee need draw a concealed knife.
Tirzah sighs, her iritation returning without her bidding. "Ahriman, dont you ever stop being creepy? I mean what is she to you? She's not even a snack.. No offense Ayame, I know you have your talents but to this creature you're just a bag of flesh that talks for his amusement."
"Damaged flesh," Ahriman corrects pleasantly, a single silky finger touching Ayame's behind her ear. His skin is hotter than a man's, painting a line down the small woman's neck to rest a hand gently on her shoulder. "But how could you regard our little friend so callously? I'm sure I'll find her very useful. Why, our business could be... long. And fruitful." He purrs those last words, the darkness seeping away as floodwaters receding from the few beleaguered overhead lamps. The dark being grins at Tirzah from behind Ayame, his impeccable suit nearly touching her filthy rags.
Ayame doesn't respond to Ahriman, though to Tirzah she says, "I know I couldn't win against 'it', but neither do I care. WHat's the point of being afraid? It's holds a person back, from reaching thier potential."
"Its a matter of what Ahriman determins that potential to actually be." Tirzah's voice consoles from the darkness. "I doubt very much that what he sees in you is anywhere near what you or I see. No mirror is perfect I know, but this one's black as night."
"You wound me, Little Sister," Ahriman speaks through a smile. "Have I ever dealt you but kindness? Or your loved one, who is named for that cunning herb?" Ahriman's hand rises from Ayame's shoulder to trace little designs against the back of her neck, his hot fingers playing with the loose strands of the short hairs, as he tilts his head to nearly rest it on Ayame's shoulder. He whispers words with a hot, spicy breath in the small one's ear, "What is your potential? She cannot tell you. I cannot make you. Only you can find it. But I can help. All you must do is come with me. Be enveloped by the night." His lips find the side of Ayame's neck at that as he stares at Tirzah unblinkingly.
Ayame raises an eyebrow interested. She asks Tirzah, "How true are his words? So far you have done me no harm and deserve some respect." THough her arms cross under her breast, sitting a left hand on the hidden sheath under her right arm.
"Because I am worth a great deal to you. Not that I don't appreciate the kindness. But its easy enough for me to see the difference in the way you deal with me, and the way you are salivating over her." Tirzah notes without difficulty. "Odd though that you even bother with her when you know she is something to me. Is one night's indulgence worth jeopardizing so much?"
Ahriman's eyes hint at red, briefly, smoke amongst the silvered clouds. "Our brothers and sisters serve you, Tirzah. They offer you everything, because they do not understand. Fire burns. It does not just burn your enemies, or light your rooms. It burns for the joy of consuming fuel, and growing." Ahriman's voice gains a hint of strength, of passion, before he rests his chin on Ayame's shoulder as he speaks past her at Tirzah. His cheek radiating heat onto hers, brushing hers intermittently with its silky texture. "When have you last found fuel for our brothers, Tirzah? Let the wind blow, the fires consume, for the joy of it? I know better. I've been corrupted by your kind. I'll not be your slave. I have needs. If they're not given, I'll take them." He steps a touch closer, the line of his body pressing against Ayame's back as he wraps an arm around her, under her arms, his other still playing at the back of her neck. "But our little mouse embraces me, Little Sister." He turns to whisper in her ear, "What is your name, child?"
Ayame smiles and says, "Depends on how fast you are." She spins to her left, the weak point in his reach around her, which also allows her left hand to bring down the knife. She twists her hand so the butt will strike his in the ribs, if it connects.
The dark being flickers into motion, snakelike from his idleness into a strike in the distance of a heartbeat. He presses that hand down, along Ayame's rags to force her hand low and to the right of him. His hand presses against her thigh, mouth open in a playful toothy grin as he watches the young woman's bare neck below him.
Tirzah's eyes glow red with the insult that is made to her care of those that chose her. "You of all people should know better than to accuse me of that Ahriman. You have seen my home, my life, and me. And not a moment goes by in any of that where the elements of fire and air cannot burn or blow." Of course Ayame's decision to attack Ahriman thorws her little speech for a loop. So steeping forward she draws on her link opening its gates full to form a globe of blue glowing fire at Ahriman. "You're going to let her go and leave now or I'll let this fire consume the darkness that you are. And then there will be light, and it will be good."
The black being's eyes shift imperceptibly. They're hard to place, lacking pupils. They're not the windows to *his* soul. As Tirzah flares with magical power, Ahriman begins to murmur soft works against Ayame's neck. Nonsensical things that tickle her flesh with more than one tongue, and when he's done he seems to press even harder against her. "Is that what you want, little mouse?" Ahriman asks. His breath no longer tickles her skin. "My Little Sister has no more power than you give her. What is it that *you* want?"
Ayame tries to drop to her knees and rll backwards, away from the form as she says, "Look, I dunno what shit is between you two and I'm sure I don't want to get involved." She then adds, "What I want? From life, to be even with my parents. From you? You have offered nothing in terms I accept."
"Well at least someone here has good sense." Tirzah remarks at Ayame, her hand still holding the fire globe to Ahriman. "Guess that leaves us here again. Am I still useful to you Ahriman? Your usefulness to me is in question. You could go to the dregs and have your fill there, but no someone comes here to my home and you taint that visit. I simply cant have that continuing. Would a lioness permit a jackal to taint her den?"
Ahriman's arms drop from Ayame, his head tracking her as she performs her gymnastics. "Nimble little minx," he comments in an appreciative rumble, mouth twitching even as his hands subtly run along the front of his suit where he touched her. His chin shifts again, pointing to Tirzah (or the globe, who can know?), and he smirks in a very human way. "Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Little Sister? That I have offered her to spend these next hours in the arms of the very night, where I have not you?" The black being's lips pout faintly. "Incest has been taboo amongst your kind for ... as long as I can remember." He definitely smirks at that. Apparently an inside joke. "I've simply made an offer. Our mouse has refused. She'll wonder what she's lost. Perhaps we'll run across one another there, as you suggest. In your dregs."
Tirzah nods and lets the globe down. "Good. Keep your business to yourself and its your business, not mine. Do your business here at my door at your own peril." She advises without any regard to the other comments before turning to re enter her apartment and the door closes for the night.
Ayame glares and says, "Now hold on a damned minute. I have refused nothing. I just want to know what the fuck your offering."
Ahriman's lips purse, and he stares down at the little human with that smirk frozen in place as he considers her very thoroughly. He reaches his hand again, that black velvet cup of fingers suspended between them. Softly-spoken words whisper from between his lips, and a golden glow forms about Ayame. She feels stronger, wiser, more vital. The black being caresses the glow with his outstretched hand, uttering, "I do not wish to quarrel so much with family. I would have you, as a man with a woman, and offer you a gift. What you do with it, that is up to you." He smiles wistfully and adds, "But not tonight. Return tomorrow at dusk. And if you wish, you may take my hand then."
Ayame stands and says slowly, "Ok... We shall see." She steps slowly back towards the door, resheathing her knife.
