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[ungovernable]

WHO: Benevenuta Thevenet, Dorian Pavus, Zevran Arainai, Nerva Lecuyer, Taashath, Rafael Viteri AND THE OTHER ONE. I don't know how to spell that and I already looked up Rafa's name.
WHAT: Pretty much what it says on the tin. And by tin I mean subject line.
WHEN: Covering a span of several weeks, after puppies and before showing up late to Emprise du Lion.
WHERE: Nevarra, mostly.
NOTES: Plotting post; original sign up post. Get at me at matriarchal or via PM if you have needs.

Having taken Ayse's information to the Inquisition leaders, Benevenuta is dispatched with a small group to handle the matter in Nevarra. Feel free to do individual closed threads within the subheaders of anything you want to achieve in Nevarra, and we can work out amongst ourselves how best to do plot elements! We will try to spread out plot contributions so that we don't get bogged down in a ten thousand person thread for any one part.

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[ombranera]

The tug wrung a breathless laugh from Zevran, high and thin; almost feminine. Add to that the curls, the khol around his eyes, the powder he used to soften his cheekbones? Only those that knew him would be able to tell and Taas? Knew him in quite a few ways. "Alas, I must focus on work for the most part and attend to the ladies of our merry little band. However should I have a night and a morning free I am certain we might find something to occupy ourselves with-"

He leaned up as far as he could, pressed close against Taas' warm, wide chest. Hardly close enough to press their lips together but the sentiment was plain. "Already I find myself lousy with ideas."

[quietblade]

"Oh, I plan on stealing the pretty handmaiden and have all my nefarious qunari ways with her, count on that." Taas carefully ghosts his lips past those lips and buries his nose in that colored hair, taking a deep breath. Shit, Zevran even smelled great like this. Something in the powder, probably. Nice and feminine without being too heady.

The warrior reaches up to cup one of those breasts for fun and freezes in surprise, looking down at them. "That's... impressively realistic. I think I've fucked someone with breasts just like these." Nice elf farmer girl, all filled out unlike the hard-working Alienage elves or the hardy Dalish.

"How many daggers do you have under all this?"

[ombranera]

"If we are lucky there will be quite a few dark alcoves to duck into- in fact? I have found more than a few." For this express purpose. Well. Not only this, but this is a large part of why he did the poking about for said alcoves.

Taas' hand slides up to his chest and Zevran? Crackles a soft laugh. "Sand and gelatin."

A solid roll of the softness in his palm would have Taas feeling the detail Zevran put into the harness- finding out where exactly the nipple should sit and how hard it should be against the thumb, that took a fair bit of leather work and muttering. But over all? Worth it. "Care to feel about for yourself and guess? I always have at least seven."

[quietblade]

That has him laughing softly, and he's more than happy to feel up those breasts and tease the little nipple with his calloused fingers. Works of art, really. Anyone copping a feel wouldn't be disappointed. Well, until they lost their fingers, that was.

He moves his hands down and starts searching for daggers with little half-tickles over the dress and skin. "Hmm... you have some in your boots, I don't even have to feel to know that. Let me guess... any in the corset stay-up things? Cleavage?"

[ombranera]

To better sell the illusion Zevran leans back and tips his head to the side, shivering in 'helpless' pleasure; all shy demure panting against the teasing assault. He's seen the expression and posture enough to sell it himself- he even goes so far as to bite his bottom lip and whine.

"Mmm? Three in the stays- one in the cleavage." Those in his boots went without saying, of course. Taas knows him well.

[quietblade]

That show makes the warrior chuckle more heartily, pushing the elf closer against the table with his grasp back around that tiny waist. "Hmm... razor blades in the hair? Groin, maybe? Definitely in the padding on the hips, that's a great place to hide stuff." He continues, raising a brow in a mild challenge to disprove him.

"Thighs, I'm sure. I've seen you remove those before we have a tumble."

[ombranera]

"Grenades in the hips-" He shifts, pressing a hand against the table behind him to hop up and perch against it, thighs tipping apart so he might drag one of those large, warm hands up along his thigh to where the daggers in question are sheathed. "They are easier to reach in a gown, I will admit."

[quietblade]

"Grenades in the hips?" He lets go of said hips at that, a little too quickly. Explosions and Taas never mixed well, but... it was nice with a warning in case something went boom later in this mission.

It was ironic how explosions were still the only loud enough things he could hear.

Instead he's more than happy to put his warm hands up the nice little thighs to feel the daggers there. At least Zevran would never really be disarmed. It should be worrisome, really, but instead it just made him feel happy to know the elf could fight even in a dress and a corset.

"...so what do you think about this mission?"

[ombranera]

The teasing lilt vanishes entirely at that- Zevran hasn't noticed Taas to be skittish around much of anything- his hands slip up to curl around his wrists. Squeeze them. "Smoke bombs for a quick escape. I am not about to carry bottles of Antivan Fire so close to my nethers."

It wouldn't end well.

Still it is easy to forget about that when Taas's fingers smooth up his inner thighs and focusing on the job takes a little more will than he'd require, normally. Taas makes for a fine distraction. "As far as such things go? It is simple enough. The trick will be in crafting the poison properly. Other than that? It is almost like being at home."

[quietblade]

He gives Zevran an apologetic look and shrugs the issue off for now. If it didn't make a bang it didn't matter. He'd rather hear more about the missions and what he felt about it.

Taas didn't exactly need to know what the lady (who's name he still didn't pronounce too well) had planned, since he was staying on the outskirts and playing dumb while people 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed about the weird oxman at worst or ignored him at best. He was here to bash some heads in if needed, because distractions was his jam.

"Well, we better make sure to play our parts well, then. Cook some poison, kill some venatori... nobody suspects the doe-eyed handmaiden and the dumb brute." He chuckles slightly. "Sounds like a crime novel to be."

[ombranera]

"They always underestimate the elves and the brutes. Though you make a very fine brute- have I said that? As torturous as you find seeing me like this- Taas." He has to lean back again to get a good, long look at the man, hands slipping from wrists to shoulders to bury themselves in his hair.

"You are going to drive me crazy, walking around, flexing like this."

[quietblade]

The warrior laughs at that, jingling the decorative chains a bit. "Mm, I'm glad you approve. The looks I've been getting are... interesting, to say the least." The nobles would be swooning, wouldn't they? For all kinds of reasons. He already had a few discrete offers and they had only been here for a short while.

They sneered at him in public and wanted to fuck him in private. Nothing new.

Flexing, though? That he could happily do for someone he liked, curling a bicep and giving the elf a pose. Zevran definitely deserved it after showing him that corset.

[ombranera]

"You are a marvel all on your own, with the chains? Your hair loose like this?" Well, in braids, but down his back in a tribal swath that reminds him of the well muscled sailors of Rivain? Mmmm.

And then the flexing. Zevran drags one of Taas' hands up to rest against his throat so he could feel him moan- and this? All honest desire. "Maker, the things you do to me without even trying. It is not fair."

[quietblade]

His warm hand rests gently on the elf's throat and he can't help the smile as he feels the vibration there. Taas is almost stupidly proud to coax such a reaction with a simple show of muscle. "How can I not pay you back a little for being so stunning? It will be hard to concentrate."

A pity they were here for more important things than having sex on every possible surface.

[ombranera]

"On the road back, yes? You. Me. The far side of camp? I will be like this until we hit the border." Paranoia can play very well into their plans, especially when it's so easy for him to hook a leg around one of Taas' thighs and tug him close.

[quietblade]

"Oh, definitely." Poor Benny and Nerva, honestly.

He leans closer and steals a little kiss, even if it would probably have him end up getting a bit stained with color. Then he pulls back a bit, looking a bit more serious.

Groping pretty elven maids had to make way for the mission.

"I read some interesting things on a woman's lips earlier. She was talking about our Venatori friend."

[ombranera]

Zevran sighs against Taas' lips, snorting a laugh at the color he pulls away. While he listens he reaches up to swipe his thumb across Taas' mouth, trying to remove the stain. "Oh? Do tell. Anything on where he spends most of his time or when he takes his meals?"

That is how they are hoping to get him, in the end.

[quietblade]

He chuckles again, giving the grooming fingers a kiss. "Not anything like that, I'm afraid. But he does send and receive gifts from an ally, and he's expecting a package soon. Something like that could be taken advantage of, couldn't it?"

It had been gossip about mistresses and whatnot, but the constant couriers going back and forth with bribes and presents were a real thing. They could sneak poison into that and have the blame switched to someone else - someone with a bad taste in friends.

[ombranera]

"Mhmm. A fine place to stage an attack as our own will come from elsewhere." Poisoning one meal in particular took nuance and patience and skill, things Zevran has in spades for this work. But clandestine meetings in a back ally?

Perfect for what they need. He'll make mention of it to Benevenuta and they might adjust their plans accordingly. "Excellent work, my friend. This might be simpler than I thought- which is usually when we need to plan for things to go wrong. Backup plans for backup plans."

[quietblade]

"Maybe I should be looking into the spy business," he jokes, definitely approving of more backup plans to cement the plan. Zevran was probably the best to talk to the lady about it, too, as he had already messed up a bit by breaking a couch in the estate.

Plus he was supposed to be the rough and dumb muscle, while the elf had easy access to Benevenuta's rooms in that pretty getup.

[ombranera]

"You have a good eye for it." Zevran tugs Taas' wrist up to press a kiss to his palm. "And good hands...and shoulders, and ass-"

He crackles a laugh. "A good everything."