Conall - BloodLust and Envy (CoI) (8/30-31)

[21:21] Blood. It flowed down her arms, welling up and bubbling around her hands. Held there supernatually, by the Nagual's control over water, over blood magic.

-WHIP-

Without warning, she lashed out. Flicked out her wrist, her hand. And slapped Conall with a stinging, stunning whip formed from her own thick, red ichor. Her own life blood.

Why did she hit him?

"Conall." She hissed. "I want what you have. I want the- I want--"

Agitated, Lotlhuitl struggled to form full sentences.

Almost as an afterthought, she added, "I'll pay."




(Lotlhuitl)
[21:21] Lusion says, "Hmm."
[21:25] Conall finished training Swarm in the mountains to the north. He grunted, coming back slow. His movements were groggy and weary. His neck throbbed in pain from his injury. He had been walking to the marketplace of Cruxati.

Without warning, the thin edge of a whip connected with the Dryad's cheek, cutting into wooden looking skin. His sharp, jagged shard-like teeth gnash, and he glares at the Nagual. His fingers bite into his cheek, scratching at the untimely planned wound.

"What is Lotlhuitl of wanting? Khiii. Is not of liking being struck. Unless Lotlhuitl is of issuing challenge?"
(Conall Revels)
[21:33] Mirage says, "Dang."
[21:33] Mirage says, "Oh well."
[21:35] There was a moment, one long horrible moment that just streeetched, when Lotlhuitl stared at Conall. Her gaze distinctly reflective. She wasn't a particularly talkative woman at the best of times, and worked up nearly into a frenzy? Words were.. illuding her.

"Tempting." She exhaled, eyes flashing.

And indeed it was. If they duelled, she would surely win. She would surely win and just take whatever she wanted from Conall.

Which would be an excellent way of alienating a warrior available to defend Cruxati.

And so it was that Lotlhuitl convinced herself that she was showing restraint. Showing restraint by reaching out and attempting to pat Conall down. She would just buy what he had, and then everything would be fine.

"What do you HAVE."

She was close to him. Well inside his personal space. Hands attempting to be placed on his body. Gaze focused on his figure -- and what he carried.

What did he have? "...you have...an injury." The Sin that compelled her eased enough. Not completely, but still. When her fingers sought the source of pain out, it wasn't out of malice, but clinical interest. "..you need a healer."
(Lotlhuitl)
[21:36] Mirage says, "Oh, I know that guy too, brother."
[21:36] Mirage says, "Here he comes."
[21:37] Lusion asks, "Who?"
[21:38] Kohei yawns groggily as he leans forward on the bench, his Ahriman creation of crystal hanging upside down on his shirt as if it itself were inert and simply pinned to his jacket.

Far too tired to begin action the man spent his time rubbing his eyes and face, brief glimpses might show him to be irritated or ill at ease. He was definitely not a morning person.
(Kohei Owari)
[21:39] Mirage says, "Nevermid he must have passed us by."
[21:39] Lusion says, "..Weird"
[21:39] Lusion says, "You sure know a lot of people."
[21:40] Lusion says, "--"
[21:43] A vile smile spreads over Conall's lips as Lotlhuitl admitted that it was a tempting idea. Rows and rows of jagged shard-like teeth curve upwards into a gluttonous visage. The feeling was awash over him, the same whenever he fought any foe far out of his league.

"Will accept if Lotlhuitl challenges. But will name own price, if Conall is of winning."

A vine-like tongue trails over wooden lips and teeth. He bobs his head, and does not flinch as she pats him down. Items are discovered, many ores, a lot of wood, a potion that would at least slightly nullify the pain of his recent injury. He seemed not bothered by the invasion of his space.

"Yes. Is injured. Was of challenging something of catching Conall's interest. Was of losing. But was not of captured. Was something was wanting to be telling of Chieftain of.

Is of needing healer. But can be of fighting when injured. Is not like Conall has not done before."

Her fingers sought the source of his pain. His hand grabbed Lotl's. The fingers are guided upwards to his neck and his tone lowers for just her to hear.
(Conall Revels)
[21:43] Conall Revels whispers: Conall of finding Strigoi. Challenged one of strongest.
[21:55] Ah, wood and ores. The potion, Lotlhuitl only wanted because he had it and she did not. Fickle and capricious, she knew that she truly had no need to strip the dryad of his medicine and that if he handed it over, she would instantly lose interest. But the ores? The wood? That she had use for.

He would face her injured. Lotlhuitl wasn't so certain how she felt about that. The woman was sensitive about how others percieved her. Her tail twitched, colour rising to her cheeks as anger threatened to take hold...

But.. the matter of the curious injury.

Her touch was not intended to cause pain, but it was coldly clinical. Certainly, the healers' bedside manner left a lot to be desired. Clad in mythril, her fingers traced upwards.. until Conall took her hand and guided it to his neck. Her gaze had flashed, lips parting as she stared at the dryad as he spoke. All the while her fingers traced around the puncture wounds at Conall's neck. Curious.

"Wh-what?" She exhaled. Confused. Her voice lowered, and she whispered back. The exact words were impossible for those near to make out, but her expression -- anger, shock, confusion? -- was obvious enough to anyone who would look.
(Lotlhuitl)
[21:55] Lotlhuitl whispers: You fought Pasis?
[22:01] The sack he bore was filled with precious ore and wood. It hung from his waistband, ready for trade or to be used as the deal. The fingers of the hand not one his neck are placed onto the vial of medicine, tapping on it. His intent to drink of it if the challenge accepted.

He does not move at the touch to the puncturing wound breaking wooden skin. He lets her touch linger on it. It is deep, painful, source of weariness in motion.

He holds still. He lets her judge it for when she needs. And then he shakes his head. The Cruel vile smile hangs on his lips, venomous. His expression is made of bloodlust and joy.
(Conall Revels)
[22:01] Conall Revels whispers: Not Pasis. Strigoi.
[22:02] Kohei rose at the minor exclamation of confusion, his hands reaching into his pocket and pulling free a small roll of paper sealed with a red wax seal of of an eyeball. He was still grumpy looking with bags under his eyes, but he had a message to deliver.

He moved to a position within the edge of Lotlhuitl's gaze, but not her direct sphere of privacy.

(Kohei Owari)
[22:02] Conall Revels whispers: From other land.
[22:04] Lotlhuitl whispers: A different strigoi?
[22:04] Conall Revels whispers: A different Strigoi.
[22:05] Conall Revels whispers: Did not call selves Strigoi. Not of Gehennan features.
[22:05] Lotlhuitl stared, almost dully.. before noticing Kohei.
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:05] Mirage asks, "What I miss?"
[22:05] Conall Revels whispers: But of look? Of feel? Of way calling humans cattle? Khiiiiii.
[22:05] Conall Revels whispers: Can only be of strigoi.
[22:05] Lotlhuitl reluctantly removed her hand from Conall's neck to extend a hand to Kohei.
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:05] Lotlhuitl says, "Ng.."
[22:05] Lotlhuitl asks, "What is it, Kohei?"
[22:09] Kohei steps forward long enough only to hand her a document after adding a few last minute scribbles on the bottom edge of the roll.
(Kohei Owari)
[22:10] Mirage says, "Okay."
[22:11] Kohei Owari says, "A semi-urgent report, Mistress Lotlhuitl."
[22:14] Conall Revels asks, "Is of thing Lotlhuitl is having to look at?"
[22:15] Lotlhuitl looks..
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:15] Lotlhuitl says, "Give me a summary.. please."
[22:16] Kohei Owari says, "Summary, New hostilities in the northern ruins of Kogarashi, lack of information on my task, and a summarization of the man before you's combat abilities."
[22:20] Lusion says, "We should really do something, brother."
[22:23] Perhaps the Nagual had been leading away from fighting Conall -- at least while he was injured. What glory could there be in defeating an injured weakling? But reading the report? It irritated her.

Especially the last line.

Kohei thought that Conall was stronger than her.

The woman closed a fist around the paper, scrunching it up. Gaze drifting from Kohei to back to Conall.

"I challenge you to a duel."

Her heart thumped in her chest.

"I want your ore."
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:28] The fingers clasp the medicine, two dipped into the glass. It is smeared onto the wounds of the Dryad, hissing as it seeps in. His skin takes a wooden consistency, and he bobs his head.

"Was of saying once. Will of saying again.

Conall is accepting duel with Lotlhuitl. If Lotl is winning?" His hand hefts the sack of ore into the air, dangling it in front of Lotlhuitl.

"Lotlhitl will be of winning all Conall's ore. If Conall is winning? Lotlhitl will be of enchanting Conall's gear for free. Will sell of ore.

Khiiii. Will Lotlhitl be of accepting?"
(Conall Revels)
[22:30] Lotlhuitl says, "I accept."
[22:30] Lotlhuitl snarled, before turning towards the arena..
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:33] Kohei's polite smile slightly drug wider. This was coming along nicely.

In truth, he knew Lotlhuitl far outmatched Conall, he simply worried. After all, it was his place to keep her informed, to keep her ahead of all others.

His gaze transfixed upon her in action. He placed his hands behind his back and stood stalwart. He would need to find a means to reword his observations if the page was what brought irritation.
(Kohei Owari)
[22:51] Lotlhuitl stepped off the ledge, and in a flash of lightning the Nagual LEPT forward.

And in that moment, reality lurched around them.

Corruption.

Tall mirrors flanked the arena. Mirrors which had never been there before. Mirrors which ought NOT to have existed. The reflections shown within were.. distorted. Distortions of reality, showing the heart what one felt they truly wanted. Painful, longing inducing visions.

Envy.

And it was THROUGH one of these mirrors that Lotlhuitl lept through, feet first. It smashed, sending shards of mirror glass spinning around the stone building.

Curiously, these pale green and glimmering shards just hung in the air. Reflecting endlessly the blamed cause of Lotlhuitl's current temper tantrum.

Conall.

The woman reached out, clutching at the glass even as it cut her. And somehow, Conall would FEEL the brush of corrupt power, the brush of SIN examining his soul.

Lotlhuitl had SEEN the powers which lurked within him. And as casually as riffling through a catalog, she had picked out that which she wanted for herself.
(Lotlhuitl)
[22:57] He cackles. He follows into the arena, moves onto the floor. His neck stings, injury still bothering him. The words whispered, the same one's he heard when he last fought.

He could die.

He could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die, he could die.

Corruption fills, Conall breathes in sweetly it's scent. His tongue drapes over his lips, he tastes the envy. His body is wooden, and he shakes. It is not with fear. It is with excitement.

Roots grow near the mirriors. They rise. They surround one. They cracked and cracked and cracked and cracked, and Conall cackled. His arms wrap around him, and he smiles vile and wicked.

Sin examined him. His hand is held out. If it could be touched? It would be pet. Swarm curls around Conall's feet and the Dryad's jagged teeth chitter.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Fight me, Lotlhuitl. Let's be making this of fun. Khiiiii."

His eyes are on her, watching her moves. He is indulgent.
(Conall Revels)
[23:14] Envy's eyes were on him. He tasted the sin, ebbing at him, copying him. Shard-like teeth curve into a smile, cruel, corrupt, vile. Swarm releases water, blasts the Nagual, soaks her, and spores fill the air, choking everything, no caring for friend or for foe.

Mother Earth's tree roots from the world's burrow. Time rots, stealing at life. Mandrakes tear from world's dust, flowers grow from earth. Shadows are bigger here, cast from mirrors, coming to Lotlhuitl's view. She can not see. Illusionary blows assault senses.

Blood curls in his veins. She freezes him. But Swarm is there. Swarm is not frozen. Mandrakes are not frozen. Flowers are not frozen. Spores come, vines weeding from inside Conall's skin, blooming in air even when his body turns cold.

He smiles, crazed. She is widdled down, worn down. Her blood, her lightning, they can not reach him. When they reach him, it hurts. But it does not reach him. He comes closer.

"Loooooooooooooootlhuitlllllllll"

His voice is sing songy, sickening, corruption that is not sin. He is desire.

Flowers grow at the base of Lothuitl's feet. Roots crawl, climbing her body, holding her, caressing her. Conall's wooden hand approaches. Wooden nails brisk over the Nagual's ears, the Nagual's tail, stroking both from tip to base. He stares her in the eyes.

Bloodlust.

"Lotl is wonderful. Is fighting good, so good. Khiiii. But is not of beating Conall. Not now."

The hand on her ears moves down, stroking Lotl's cheek, fingers sprawling under her chin and petting. The tip of his thumb sits on her lips. His head lulls to the side, weary and anemic. His other hand moves through the fur, not giving up the petting assault.

"Conall is winner yes?"
(Conall Revels)
[00:23] As the two in the arena below fought, Kohei took his time and turned to one of the many mirrors. Examining himself in full the man came face to face with his inner machinations as the scene about him changed drastically, and rapidly.

In one moment, the pair were fighting on heaps and mounds of coin. In the next there was naught but a featureless woman and child beside himself. A visage of a broken and bloodied Ikkaku lying at his feet. The image of a noose around his neck with blood dripping from his eyes.

The images crashed through his thoughts as what remained consistent in all of his visualizations was himself, dressed to the nines. As the visions cycled through the things that he desired not to be known, he took a deep breath. The battle behind him was coming to a close, after all, soon they wouldbe focused enough to partake in his suppressed desires.

His mind was hardened as the Ahriman on his shoulder began to make a soft tonal resonance, the ringing noise that crashed through his mind slowly making his reflection distort, 'Focus. Means to an end. Focus!' His thoughts tried to breach the growing frequency as it slowly flooded his mind and disrupted his concentration.

The man slowly reached up to his suit and tie, adjusting the clothing to a more professional degree that day to day motion and exertion caused to slip up. As he does so, the image of himself takes on the simplistic reflection of himself, nothing more, nothing less. Or perhaps there was something unseen that changed, a less clouded mind perhaps.

Tilting his head, the man looked at the outcome of the battle behind him, likely moments before the glass shatters. He had not seen what happens when the woman loes in combat, only witnessing one fragment of her persona. Perhaps this would give insight to another.

However, he was not pleased with the outcome, his normal polite smile replaced with an faint scowl, eyes directed towards Conall.
(Kohei Owari)
[00:30] It was one thing to be defeated, and quite another to be humiliated.

The Dryad defeated her so quickly, it would've been humiliating even if he hadn't enircled her with vines. Even if he hadn't slid his hands against her tail, against her ears. Petting her. Touching.

An angry yowl might have passed Lotlhuitl's lips, but all that came out was an intense wheeze of protest. The vines that wrapped their way around her body, trapping her, they were tight around her ribs. She couldn't exhale. She couldn't breathe.

Conall is winner, yes? She wanted to deny him. Her eyes narrowed. Cold, bitter resentment filled her.

Painful.

"Yes," she exhaled. Her tone was scathing. The resentment in which was practically barbed. But even so, she yielded.

Glass shattered, and for a second it seemed like the Nagual might grow limp.

But either Conall released her, or her willpower held. And with a shudder, Lotlhuitl managed to wriggle free of Conall's grip. She jerked her chin away from his hand, skin flushed, gaze furious.

"You win. What do you want enchanted."
(Lotlhuitl)
[00:38] His tongue, vine-like, licks bronze wooden looking lips. His look of revelry, his enjoyment, it does not fade. His mouth curves, he smiles, he indulges in humiliation, touch, and invasion. She is in his grasp, a fly in the web of hedonism.

"Good."

His hand loses it's grip on Lotlhuitl. She wiggles away, her gaze on him. He smiles, jagged, vile, enjoying being watched, being stared, being savoured. His hands are at his side. They reach the armor he wears, removing it slowly overhead. He does the same with his shirt, putting back on the armor.

"Is wanting shirt enchanted first. Then can be enchanting of cape. Is needing to get new set of armor soon. Then will be wanting Lotlhuitl to be of enchanting that."

He steps forwards, jagged smile.

"Voice is sweet like that. Voice is of many things, many negatives. Is enjoying."

Flowers grow on Lothuitl's armor. It does not make it hard to move, just growing.

"When can be of enchanting?"
(Conall Revels)
[00:42] Lotlhuitl stared as Conall disrobed in the middle of the arena.
(Lotlhuitl)
[00:42] Lotlhuitl says, "Here? I -- I need a runic circle. "
[00:42] Lotlhuitl says, "Not here."
[00:42] Conall Revels asks, "Where can be of finding runic circle?"
[00:42] Lotlhuitl says, "Cruxati temple. "
[00:42] Lotlhuitl says, "... come."
[00:42] Lotlhuitl left, noticably not looking at Kohei.
(Lotlhuitl)
[00:42] Conall Revels says, "Lead on. Conall will be of following."
[00:44] {Item} You drop Red Long Shirt.
[00:53] Lotlhuitl led Conall into Cruxati's sacred heart.

Tecotchitlan temple.

It was busy, as it always was. Filled with petitioners keen to make their secret wants and desires known to the spirits.

The crowd passed as the two entered.

Shards of mirror glass plinked into existance around Lotlhuitl. Occasionally, perhaps unnervingly, intersecting with her own flesh. She didn't seem to notice. No. She was too busy aggressively picking the petals of of the flowers which had sprouted on her gauntlets.

Her gaze was completely pale green. Two perfect mirrors shining with reflected pale green light.

She led the dryad deeper into the temple. Upstairs. Into a dimly lit room in which a large runic circle was carved into the stone floor.

"Give it to me," she almost snarled. Her temper not improved by defeat. Oh-so-fluffy blue-black ears were pinned back as she held out a hand.

"The shirt. The cape. Unless you particularly want me to enchant them while you're wearing them."

Kohei entering the room was given a sharp look.
But no comment was made.
(Lotlhuitl)
[00:54] {Item} You drop Allseer Cape.
[00:54] {Item} You picked up Red Long Shirt.Dropped by Conall Revels. .
[01:01] The heart of Cruxati beats. Jagged and vile, Conall smiles, following into the area yonder. Wooden looking hands rub one another, delighting in the corruption he tastes. The Chaos of Sibri and the chaos sin, Cruxati was freedom.

His hands glide on the walls. His neck pangs in pain, but over indulgent he smiles. Wooden nails hitch, vines rip through skin. His blood drips on the walls, following as he goes.

He bathes in the pale green light, peers over Lotlhuitl's shoulder as they come upon the large runic circle. His smile is carnivorous. His hands touch slide the buckles of the armor, the cape, the shirt. They clammer to the ground. Conall's hand touches her shoulder and he looks over to the circle.

"Has never seen runework. Is wanting to. Has always been of buying runes from stores instead.

Lothl could be of enchanting while wearing. Conall would not be minding. But is heavy. Conall is feeling of relaxing, yes."
(Conall Revels)
[01:06] Kohei followed as was due course. He had provided information and it was interpreted in a manner that was not quite as intended. Better that he suffer the consequences than meet with a worse fate. What precisely was worse to him, well, nothing was worse.

The quartz crystals that float around him seemed to constantly hum timid frequencies, sounds barely audible but jarring for those who might put them to their ears. Small sparks of electricity jumped from one shard to another sliver with each passing note, as though spurning the notes on, or perhaps measuring their reactions together.

One could not simply expect sound to affect mana without aa medium of mana to observe the possibility of desired effects. Something to disrupt one's desire for combat, to tame the savage beasts. There was a frequency out there somewhere, and he would find it within his crystals in one way or another.
(Kohei Owari)
[01:06] {Item} You picked up Allseer Cape.Dropped by Conall Revels. .
[01:17] The Nagual stiffened as Conall touched her again. Familiar. Oddly intimate. Unwanted.

Stepping away, she reached up with a hand to brush her fingers against where he had touched her. As if dismissing the memory of the contact, erasing it with her fingertips.

Lotlhuitl turned. Regarded the corner of the room. A cupboard. A cup of tea. Kohei had prepared it for her earlier. At least, she thought he had prepared it. And in a hurry, after opening and regarding the cupboard's contents, the woman drank it. And was surprised. It had.. been spiked. With magic. She felt her wounds knitting, her mana circuits returning to their optimum condition. A healing potion.

And she FROWNED.

But no matter. She found what she had been looking for: a knife.

Jagged and sacrificial, the Nagual sauntered back into the centre of the room.

Speechless, but not silent. Her every movement was accompanied by the sound of metal jostling against metal. The countless articles of jewellery the woman wore tumbled against her lovely, rich brown skin. Glittering in the dim light within the private temple chamber.

She had removed her gauntlets. Discarded them.

And in a swift action, sliced the palm of her hand.

Blood trickled forth. Droplets dripping, splattering against the edge of the runic circle. Sealing it.

Conall stood within.

Fine. He could relax there if he so wished.

The ritual blade, task completed, was discarded. Set in the middle of the circle.

Along with the cloak, the shirt.

He wanted to relax?
"As you wish." Lotlhuitl exhaled, tone acerbic.

And then she began to dance.

(Lotlhuitl)
[01:24] She stepped away. He stood. His eyes are half lidded, his hand comes to the nape of his neck, to the two puncture holes. He frowns, finger trailing. Pain is dull, echoing on wooden skin. "Khiii."

Teeth gnash, and he looked to Lotlhuitl. He bobs his head. "Is seeing was not of good drink, yes? Khiii. Is of looking like it were tasting foul." He looks at the knife, he listens to the jostling metal. Half-lidded eyes close listening to the song of worlds. He bobs his head, sound of gauntlets removed opening eyes once again.

Blood spills on runic circle. He watches atop it, always over her shoulder.

"Runic circle is activated, yes? How after is it working?" He purses his lips, and looks. Half-lidded eyes widen and pupils dilate, watching. He does not comment on the dance, but does not look away.
(Conall Revels)
[01:26] Kohei straightened himself as the dance begun, hands moving behind himself as his gaze moved to only view the dance in the corner of his eyes, his crystals going silent for the duration. He would not wish anything to interrupt the runic work.

A slight twitch of his eyebrows came from Conall's Khiii's. There was something about that sound that began to irritate him.
(Kohei Owari)
[01:45] Conall asked his questions, but Lotlhuitl did not see fit to answer him. A withering glare was all the explaination she offered, as she began to dance.

Slow, at first. The rhythym, the tempo, she kept pace by the beating of her heart. The Nagual's dance was primal. Ritualistic. She rolled her body, and twisted, stamping her feet and leaping and circling around the perimeter of the circle. Narrowly avoiding stepping on Conall, though perhaps that was deliberate. Her dancing took her just out of arms' reach of the dryad.

Her movements called out to the spirits.

The power welling up within the circle, it was not merely Lotlhuitl's own.

A primal energy. It caused the hair at the nape of her neck to stand on end.

And then she channeled it. The power was flowing through her as she danced. And there was an obvious sort of esctasy in that, in having the blessings of the spirits be so close. Prayers for strength and dancing feet, prayers for a wit that would slice and dice. They could all be hers if she just held onto the power for just a little longer--!

shudder.

Hair almost standing on end, eyes distinctly aglow, the Nagual stopped her dance. Thee lack of motion, it was sudden. It actually took a considerable amount of EFFORT for the Nagual to stop her dance. Indeed, the way her body twitched, the way her chest was heaving, the way her breathing had deepened, it would be obvious that there was some force at play pulling at Lotlhuitl's mind.. and her body.

Still. The enchantment. She had lost her duel, and that had been the price. And she always paid her debts.

The Naugal's hips swayed as she walked over to where she'd left Conall's cloak, his shirt. Her dagger. They all floated, suspended by the sheer power held within the circle.

On impulse, the woman cut her other hand. It stung, and yet she barely noticed.. and shuddering, she marked out runes onto fabricin her own blood. It should have seemed crude. It should have been messy. But forged by her own will, the iconographic runes blazed with an intense pale green light.

And as soon as she etched the last rune, as soon as she exhaled and channeled the power she had recieved into the enchantment? the circle broke. Leaving Lotlhuitl weak kneed and trembling with the effort.
(Lotlhuitl)
[01:54] Mother Earth has a heartbeat.

He waits, watching the dance, watching Lotlhuitl just out of arm's reach with his vile corruptive stare. He does not speak. He just stares down. He is quiet. And when she is finished?

His hand extends. Blue tree rises from the corner of the room, growing off the wall. World's heartbeat bounds, rejuvenating lost focus, rejuvenating pain and numbness. He steps into the circle, breathes in the feeling of the energy. It is gone, but for a Dryad a part lingers. Teeth gnash.

"Is wonderful dance. Empowering. Will want to be seeing again. Will be bringing of armor for that day. Enchanting of Conall's items was promised." He bobs his head. He looks at Lotlhuitl.

He steps. His hands take the cloak and shirt, he dresses slowly, teasing. Half-lidded eyes look at the Nagual again.

"Now that duel is done? Let us be of trading.

Lotlhuitl is still of wanting what Conall is having yes? Is wanting ores? Is wanting wood? Or is wanting something else?

Is of willing to trade ores, or sell. If not to Lotlhuitl can be selling of other people. So are still interested?"

He stalks forward, but does not touch. He looks at her trembling, tree filling room with extra energy.

"If needing help standing may leaning on Conall."
(Conall Revels)
[01:59] Kohei's eyes finally moved to look upon the pair in the circle when the dance was complete. He showed no concern, but such was his detachment no doubt. Immediately his hand moved to his own coin pouch, opening it to the faintest of jingles, the man was once more destitute, but a few days could route that.. were it not for his excessive number of clinking potions and a small fuse poking from within the potion satchel.

His hands once more moving behind his back. Patience was key.
(Kohei Owari)
[02:10] Conall spoke, and once more Lotlhuitl appeared to have nothing to say. She was not silent: her tail was twitching rapidly, causing the bangles adorning the fluffy appendage to jangle subtly. All the while, her expression was stern. Dour. Irritated.

"I want it all," she exhaled. Her voice was breathless. Her cheeks flushed. Six feet tall from her toes to the tip of her ears, which were currently pricked forward.

His invitation to lean on him was greeted with a sharp intake of breath. Displeasure. Stubbornly, she willed herself to stand tall at the offer. Still, there was no hiding the tremour in her limbs. Channeling the power of the spirits through form was both sweet ecstasy and exhausting.

She left his side. A chest was kicked open, and coins within were scraped into a silk bag. Gems and gold offered both to the Dryad, sone several thousand coins worth.

If Kohei needed money, he probably should just ask..
(Lotlhuitl)
[02:16] Again, his bark covered hand is extended, stroking along Lotlhuitl's cheek, down to under her jaw. Rows and rows of vile teeth are a smile.

"Lotlhuitl can be having of it all. There are things that Conall is wanting. Ore is not of among them. Wood is not of among them. Conall is wanting trophies, and battles."

His breathe is blown onto her, coppery smell of blood in air. She does not lean. She stands on her own. He cackles and bobs his head. The sack of items is held out, extended to Lotlhuitl.

"Is yours. All of it. Is fine to give.

With what Lotlhuitl has given of Conall? Conall will be able to be getting of what he is wanting. Is good trade."

He receives his coins. His smile is corrupt but easy going. "Was good of speaking with Lotlhuitl. Is wanting to speak again sometime. Maybe Conall will be able to give more of what Lotlhuitl is wanting.

Maybe Lotlhuitl will be of giving what Conall is wanting." He bobs his head.
(Conall Revels)
[02:23] Kohei observes the sudden clink of gems, jewels and coin being presented. A small stir of jealousy, so much wealth, one could easily ensure the safety of a f- His mind snapped to in almost an instant, as his jaw clenched momentarily, now was not the time to be pondering wealth.

He was then relieved that he did not need to pay for the man's collection of ores of his own pocket. Perhaps he was putting too much into his ideal of Lotlhuitl's service. Expecting a cruel mistress only to find someone.. not used to such a position. Perhaps she needed sculpting.

He kept a close eye on Conall, ascertaining information on his methods and Lotlhuitl's reactions to them. Some knowledge was not sought after, it merely lands on your plate.
(Kohei Owari)