[Upon waking up in the same room he was in before, Jarlaxle made his way immediately to the apartment from Luskan. He's sitting outside on the balcony now, PORTAL in his hand.]

The last thing I remember from being here was being locked inside a house that was not my own. That was eleven years ago. How much time has passed here since then?

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[He looks much nicer and even more charming than usual. The hat is gone. He is clearly on the balcony of his apartment again.]

My lady, I have not been able to cease thinking about you for days. I wish to know why you are tormenting me so. Your lips speak soft sweetness; your touch a cool caress. I am lost in your magic; my heart beats within your ( Read more... )

[Today, Jarlaxle is curious and using it as an excuse to check in with others. He is not wearing the hat today, to better allow you all stare at his fine face.]

How many of you have had some sort of odd food here that you have never seen before? What was it and did you enjoy it?

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[Jarlaxle is positioned in such a way that you can see that he has covered up the mirror with a length of thick, luxurious black cloth and turned the mirror so the front of it is facing the wall. If you've got good, fast eyes, you may notice that his hand is bloodied - somebody got mad enough to punch the mirror. There's also a dagger sticking into ( Read more... )

[Look at this calm, collected, cheerful face. He's put on his most charming smile for you, and made sure that big hat is covering his ears, just in case any of you have an aversion to non-humans.]

Greetings. Let's try this again now that everyone has calmed down, shall we? My name is Jarlaxle, and I reside in the eighth house.[He pauses. That ( Read more... )

[Even with Tony's instructions, it takes him a few minutes of fumbling to get the PORTAL to work. When it does click on, somehow, he manages to sound cheerful, but for the more observant amongst you, there is an edge of steel under his words. Jarlaxle, your resident baldy, is not happy, and he's not trying to hide it.]Greetings, everyone. My name ( Read more... )