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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]

"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."