Multipup Post/Barways

[mmkristi_cagle]

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[nowait_letme]

There's something familiar, not about Ariella specifically, but about the way she carries herself.

It draws Chainsaw's attention.

Also, you know, all the leather. That's worth a second glance too.

(ooc: couldn't resist throwing a torturer at the Mord'Sith!)

[nowait_letme]

"Well, there's a relief." He grins.

[chosen_heir]

"I will stay out of the Downside, and you will stay out of Da'Hara."

She turns to face him, leaning against the bar. "Weapon of choice?"

[nowait_letme]

"What, just one? Why limit myself?"

He laughs.

"But my name's Chainsaw. So I guess that answers your question."

[chosen_heir]

Except it doesn't. The slightly confused look on her face probably makes that clear.

She's got coffee because her brother's girlfriend brought it to Da'Hara. Anna-Sophia hasn't had any use for chainsaws yet.

"So, your people name themselves after weaponry?"

[nowait_letme]

"We pretty much name ourselves after whatever.
Chainsaw, Will, Sweetheart, Eight-Hour. Dice." A wry twist of a smile. "Jasmine."

[chosen_heir]

"We do not name ourselves," she says. "I am Mistress Ariella, soon to be the formally recognized Chosen for the next Lord Rahl."

She does, however, tilt her head slightly. "Was there some significance about Jasmine?"

[nowait_letme]

"She was my last competition. Beat me, too, for almost ten thousand years."

He grins unpleasantly.

"Should've gotten rid of me when she had the chance."

[chosen_heir]

"So, you're used to losing to women," she says, equally as unpleasantly.

"And yes, she probably should have." Competition left living is always going to bite you in the ass.

[nowait_letme]

"Thought you weren't the beauty pageant type."

[chosen_heir]

"I'm not," she says. "I just like knowing men that are used to stronger women."

[nowait_letme]

"If you wanna talk stronger women, Jazz is a shitty example. She knew how to fuck people up, sure, but she didn't know how to learn. That's what knocked her over."

[chosen_heir]

"Ah," she says and nods. "Strength is evolution, to a point. Though, I will never stop using my Agiels."

[nowait_letme]

"And what the fuck's an Agiel?"

[chosen_heir]

The red, thin rod is removed from its place at her hip. The smile on her face is nothing, if now completely wicked.

"Would you like to see?"

[ooc: I'm not sure how familiar you are with this kind of magic...?]

[nowait_letme]

(ooc: They were my favourite books when I was thirteen years old! I was a fucked-up thirteen-year-old. XD So yeah, I know the drill.)

He looks from her to the weapon (it doesn't look like much, but she holds it like it should) and back.

"Why not," he says whimsically.