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The summer months were always humid and stuffy, even more so in the mountainous regions of the Colchian kingdom. Built on the edges of rocky mountains and with barely any shade from shrubs and trees, unlike the balmy breeze the Athenian kingdom receives, Colchis suffers from a lot more stagnant air, from their position in the Aegean sea. As such, Kreios constantly found himself perspiring whenever the Azazel anchored in the ports of Midas, in his daily affairs.
Dressed in the thinnest black linen shirt he could find, the material was slightly damp as he oversaw the loading of the new vials and bottles he had procured from the market in the capitol, his eyes watchful for any misstep. Everything he had purchased was not cheap, and he did not wish to suffer a loss simply because some fool wasn't careful. Descat knew his master's temper, and as such the slave cabin boy was busy being a hawk over the workers as they did their duty, as the sun set and the evening rays brought a relieving, cooling sensation to the heated sun.
But just because the sun was setting, did not mean it immediately got rid of the day' worth of sweat that Kreios has had to suffer through. With a sticky feeling remaining over the surface of his skin, the poison merchant was quite irritated by the time the work was done, and was eager to have it cleaned off. With a signal to both Garvey and Descat that he would return, Kreios grabbed a rucksack that he had prepared earlier as the day had turned hot, and headed off, trudging towards the edge of a cliffside chasm in the mid-levels of the capitol. As a frequent visitor of the rocky kingdom, he knew that the chasm hid a hot spring that, while odd in a humid day, still served its purpose. Never really enjoying bathing using the salty sea water, Kreios much preferred the clear waters of the springs.
With the dim lights that grew even more sparse as he entered the area of the hot springs, one would be able to feel once they neared the area, for the surrounding atmosphere would be hotter, more humid then where they had come from. The waters were calm, smoke skating off the surface as Kreios shrugged out of his shirt, and dropped his pair of black linen pants, not even noticing if anyone else was around as he slipped into the warm waters of the hot springs, giving out a groan of relief as he felt the clean water wash all the way to his neck, dampening the edges of his hair. Tilting his head back as he leaned against the sides of the pool, for once, the poison merchant looked mildly unguarded as he allowed his body to relax in the warm waters, not noticing very well anyone else who could be entering the same area.
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The summer months were always humid and stuffy, even more so in the mountainous regions of the Colchian kingdom. Built on the edges of rocky mountains and with barely any shade from shrubs and trees, unlike the balmy breeze the Athenian kingdom receives, Colchis suffers from a lot more stagnant air, from their position in the Aegean sea. As such, Kreios constantly found himself perspiring whenever the Azazel anchored in the ports of Midas, in his daily affairs.
Dressed in the thinnest black linen shirt he could find, the material was slightly damp as he oversaw the loading of the new vials and bottles he had procured from the market in the capitol, his eyes watchful for any misstep. Everything he had purchased was not cheap, and he did not wish to suffer a loss simply because some fool wasn't careful. Descat knew his master's temper, and as such the slave cabin boy was busy being a hawk over the workers as they did their duty, as the sun set and the evening rays brought a relieving, cooling sensation to the heated sun.
But just because the sun was setting, did not mean it immediately got rid of the day' worth of sweat that Kreios has had to suffer through. With a sticky feeling remaining over the surface of his skin, the poison merchant was quite irritated by the time the work was done, and was eager to have it cleaned off. With a signal to both Garvey and Descat that he would return, Kreios grabbed a rucksack that he had prepared earlier as the day had turned hot, and headed off, trudging towards the edge of a cliffside chasm in the mid-levels of the capitol. As a frequent visitor of the rocky kingdom, he knew that the chasm hid a hot spring that, while odd in a humid day, still served its purpose. Never really enjoying bathing using the salty sea water, Kreios much preferred the clear waters of the springs.
With the dim lights that grew even more sparse as he entered the area of the hot springs, one would be able to feel once they neared the area, for the surrounding atmosphere would be hotter, more humid then where they had come from. The waters were calm, smoke skating off the surface as Kreios shrugged out of his shirt, and dropped his pair of black linen pants, not even noticing if anyone else was around as he slipped into the warm waters of the hot springs, giving out a groan of relief as he felt the clean water wash all the way to his neck, dampening the edges of his hair. Tilting his head back as he leaned against the sides of the pool, for once, the poison merchant looked mildly unguarded as he allowed his body to relax in the warm waters, not noticing very well anyone else who could be entering the same area.
The summer months were always humid and stuffy, even more so in the mountainous regions of the Colchian kingdom. Built on the edges of rocky mountains and with barely any shade from shrubs and trees, unlike the balmy breeze the Athenian kingdom receives, Colchis suffers from a lot more stagnant air, from their position in the Aegean sea. As such, Kreios constantly found himself perspiring whenever the Azazel anchored in the ports of Midas, in his daily affairs.
Dressed in the thinnest black linen shirt he could find, the material was slightly damp as he oversaw the loading of the new vials and bottles he had procured from the market in the capitol, his eyes watchful for any misstep. Everything he had purchased was not cheap, and he did not wish to suffer a loss simply because some fool wasn't careful. Descat knew his master's temper, and as such the slave cabin boy was busy being a hawk over the workers as they did their duty, as the sun set and the evening rays brought a relieving, cooling sensation to the heated sun.
But just because the sun was setting, did not mean it immediately got rid of the day' worth of sweat that Kreios has had to suffer through. With a sticky feeling remaining over the surface of his skin, the poison merchant was quite irritated by the time the work was done, and was eager to have it cleaned off. With a signal to both Garvey and Descat that he would return, Kreios grabbed a rucksack that he had prepared earlier as the day had turned hot, and headed off, trudging towards the edge of a cliffside chasm in the mid-levels of the capitol. As a frequent visitor of the rocky kingdom, he knew that the chasm hid a hot spring that, while odd in a humid day, still served its purpose. Never really enjoying bathing using the salty sea water, Kreios much preferred the clear waters of the springs.
With the dim lights that grew even more sparse as he entered the area of the hot springs, one would be able to feel once they neared the area, for the surrounding atmosphere would be hotter, more humid then where they had come from. The waters were calm, smoke skating off the surface as Kreios shrugged out of his shirt, and dropped his pair of black linen pants, not even noticing if anyone else was around as he slipped into the warm waters of the hot springs, giving out a groan of relief as he felt the clean water wash all the way to his neck, dampening the edges of his hair. Tilting his head back as he leaned against the sides of the pool, for once, the poison merchant looked mildly unguarded as he allowed his body to relax in the warm waters, not noticing very well anyone else who could be entering the same area.
Kairos had not had a great day, if she was entirely honest. She'd been on the way to scout out a meeting site for a client, incognito at the time, when several bandits had gotten the drop on her. They'd assumed the woman would be easy prey, for whatever they intended to do to her.
She'd shown them what she wanted to do to them.
It had been stressful, though, strangling a man to death was never exactly pleasant. There was the struggling, of course, which was disconcerting. The really odd feeling was the shock in his companions, the utter horror, when you broke his neck with a sharp twist, before lunging towards the next. Kairos didn't need to be armed to kill a man, at least, not men as useless as these. She'd been forced to take nearly an hour out of her day, beating and breaking them until her knuckles split and bled, her flesh bruising, and their bones breaking. She wondered if they'd ever be able to figure out how she got his jaw up his rectum.
By the time she'd been done with the whole sordid affair, they had gone to Hades, and she was feeling.. gross. There was blood everywhere, soaking her robe, her hair and her skin like poorly timed wine on a fine rug. She'd miserably hiked to the site, eliciting fear in everyone who saw the hellish woman, before deciding the site wasn't good enough.
Of course.
So there she'd been, angry, bleeding and bruised, when she'd recalled the hot-springs. That was a place to get refreshed. It wasn't a terribly long trek, and getting away from the rest of the land was.. relaxing. The springs were beautiful after all.
So she'd hiked down, and after spending some time searching to ensure no one was there, stripped and entered, soaking in the warm waters. The feeling of water on her scarred and tanned skin was magnificent.
It was bliss, soaking here. Of course, she thought nothing of it when she went down, washing the last of the blood and bone fragments out of her hair with intense satisfaction. So when she surfaced and noticed there was suddenly another person in the springs, a naked person, and a MALE naked person, there were a few thoughts in her head.
Panic being the main one.
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Kairos had not had a great day, if she was entirely honest. She'd been on the way to scout out a meeting site for a client, incognito at the time, when several bandits had gotten the drop on her. They'd assumed the woman would be easy prey, for whatever they intended to do to her.
She'd shown them what she wanted to do to them.
It had been stressful, though, strangling a man to death was never exactly pleasant. There was the struggling, of course, which was disconcerting. The really odd feeling was the shock in his companions, the utter horror, when you broke his neck with a sharp twist, before lunging towards the next. Kairos didn't need to be armed to kill a man, at least, not men as useless as these. She'd been forced to take nearly an hour out of her day, beating and breaking them until her knuckles split and bled, her flesh bruising, and their bones breaking. She wondered if they'd ever be able to figure out how she got his jaw up his rectum.
By the time she'd been done with the whole sordid affair, they had gone to Hades, and she was feeling.. gross. There was blood everywhere, soaking her robe, her hair and her skin like poorly timed wine on a fine rug. She'd miserably hiked to the site, eliciting fear in everyone who saw the hellish woman, before deciding the site wasn't good enough.
Of course.
So there she'd been, angry, bleeding and bruised, when she'd recalled the hot-springs. That was a place to get refreshed. It wasn't a terribly long trek, and getting away from the rest of the land was.. relaxing. The springs were beautiful after all.
So she'd hiked down, and after spending some time searching to ensure no one was there, stripped and entered, soaking in the warm waters. The feeling of water on her scarred and tanned skin was magnificent.
It was bliss, soaking here. Of course, she thought nothing of it when she went down, washing the last of the blood and bone fragments out of her hair with intense satisfaction. So when she surfaced and noticed there was suddenly another person in the springs, a naked person, and a MALE naked person, there were a few thoughts in her head.
Panic being the main one.
Kairos had not had a great day, if she was entirely honest. She'd been on the way to scout out a meeting site for a client, incognito at the time, when several bandits had gotten the drop on her. They'd assumed the woman would be easy prey, for whatever they intended to do to her.
She'd shown them what she wanted to do to them.
It had been stressful, though, strangling a man to death was never exactly pleasant. There was the struggling, of course, which was disconcerting. The really odd feeling was the shock in his companions, the utter horror, when you broke his neck with a sharp twist, before lunging towards the next. Kairos didn't need to be armed to kill a man, at least, not men as useless as these. She'd been forced to take nearly an hour out of her day, beating and breaking them until her knuckles split and bled, her flesh bruising, and their bones breaking. She wondered if they'd ever be able to figure out how she got his jaw up his rectum.
By the time she'd been done with the whole sordid affair, they had gone to Hades, and she was feeling.. gross. There was blood everywhere, soaking her robe, her hair and her skin like poorly timed wine on a fine rug. She'd miserably hiked to the site, eliciting fear in everyone who saw the hellish woman, before deciding the site wasn't good enough.
Of course.
So there she'd been, angry, bleeding and bruised, when she'd recalled the hot-springs. That was a place to get refreshed. It wasn't a terribly long trek, and getting away from the rest of the land was.. relaxing. The springs were beautiful after all.
So she'd hiked down, and after spending some time searching to ensure no one was there, stripped and entered, soaking in the warm waters. The feeling of water on her scarred and tanned skin was magnificent.
It was bliss, soaking here. Of course, she thought nothing of it when she went down, washing the last of the blood and bone fragments out of her hair with intense satisfaction. So when she surfaced and noticed there was suddenly another person in the springs, a naked person, and a MALE naked person, there were a few thoughts in her head.
Panic being the main one.
It appeared no one in Colchis was having a fantastic day. He’d docked the Aceton into the Midas port, offloaded the slaves, and sent them with Arktos, his first mate, into the slave market. That done, he’d stayed behind to ensure that the rest of the supplies were also taken to the dock. But there was too much sitting around. The harbor master had come and taxed him. Rather than just leave, which he could not do, he paid the tax and directed his men to move the goods with extra haste.
Not only did they do this, but they hurried so quickly, that a pair of his men dropped a barrel of wine. It hit the dock, burst open, and spilled precious wine everywhere. He wasn’t fined for this, but he and the rest of his crew got dirty looks for the rest of the day. Not only did the whole port now stink of wine, it became stickier as the day grew hotter. Wine was all over their boots, their clothes. He could smell it in his hair and all over his body. The worst part was that he hadn’t even been one of the two that had dropped it.
Added to that, Arktos had been forced to sell the slaves for exactly how much they were worth - not more. The whole day was tragic. He made a tidy profit. Not a great one. His ship had earned the irritation of the whole port, and he smelled of sweat and wine.
Added to this, he’d seen Kreios’s ship moored there too. If he knew anything about that prissy merchant, the baths would be the first thing Kreios would go to. Lukos decided that the best way to avoid the poison merchant would be to take the hike up to the springs. It was better up there anyway. Less crowded at this time of day and certainly the view was better.
….or it would have been.
He stopped at the rise, looking down into the shallow dip in the land that housed the springs. A roll of fresh clothes was held under his left arm and his right fist rested against his hip as he stared down at the back of Kreios’s slick black hair and wet shoulders. Typical. Lukos gave the merest glance to the other person, or, at least, he’d meant to give the merest glance but he noted the horror on the other’s face.
A wicked grin crossed his features. If Kreios was going to be made uncomfortable, he wanted in. He could use the same spring, if it meant his rival hated him for it. That was payment enough.
Marching down, Lukos shed shirt and pants and boots as he came. His clothes were stashed safely away and he was in the spring, nearly on top of Kreios with a malicious grin on his face.
“Evening,” he said pleasantly, to the spring at large.
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It appeared no one in Colchis was having a fantastic day. He’d docked the Aceton into the Midas port, offloaded the slaves, and sent them with Arktos, his first mate, into the slave market. That done, he’d stayed behind to ensure that the rest of the supplies were also taken to the dock. But there was too much sitting around. The harbor master had come and taxed him. Rather than just leave, which he could not do, he paid the tax and directed his men to move the goods with extra haste.
Not only did they do this, but they hurried so quickly, that a pair of his men dropped a barrel of wine. It hit the dock, burst open, and spilled precious wine everywhere. He wasn’t fined for this, but he and the rest of his crew got dirty looks for the rest of the day. Not only did the whole port now stink of wine, it became stickier as the day grew hotter. Wine was all over their boots, their clothes. He could smell it in his hair and all over his body. The worst part was that he hadn’t even been one of the two that had dropped it.
Added to that, Arktos had been forced to sell the slaves for exactly how much they were worth - not more. The whole day was tragic. He made a tidy profit. Not a great one. His ship had earned the irritation of the whole port, and he smelled of sweat and wine.
Added to this, he’d seen Kreios’s ship moored there too. If he knew anything about that prissy merchant, the baths would be the first thing Kreios would go to. Lukos decided that the best way to avoid the poison merchant would be to take the hike up to the springs. It was better up there anyway. Less crowded at this time of day and certainly the view was better.
….or it would have been.
He stopped at the rise, looking down into the shallow dip in the land that housed the springs. A roll of fresh clothes was held under his left arm and his right fist rested against his hip as he stared down at the back of Kreios’s slick black hair and wet shoulders. Typical. Lukos gave the merest glance to the other person, or, at least, he’d meant to give the merest glance but he noted the horror on the other’s face.
A wicked grin crossed his features. If Kreios was going to be made uncomfortable, he wanted in. He could use the same spring, if it meant his rival hated him for it. That was payment enough.
Marching down, Lukos shed shirt and pants and boots as he came. His clothes were stashed safely away and he was in the spring, nearly on top of Kreios with a malicious grin on his face.
“Evening,” he said pleasantly, to the spring at large.
It appeared no one in Colchis was having a fantastic day. He’d docked the Aceton into the Midas port, offloaded the slaves, and sent them with Arktos, his first mate, into the slave market. That done, he’d stayed behind to ensure that the rest of the supplies were also taken to the dock. But there was too much sitting around. The harbor master had come and taxed him. Rather than just leave, which he could not do, he paid the tax and directed his men to move the goods with extra haste.
Not only did they do this, but they hurried so quickly, that a pair of his men dropped a barrel of wine. It hit the dock, burst open, and spilled precious wine everywhere. He wasn’t fined for this, but he and the rest of his crew got dirty looks for the rest of the day. Not only did the whole port now stink of wine, it became stickier as the day grew hotter. Wine was all over their boots, their clothes. He could smell it in his hair and all over his body. The worst part was that he hadn’t even been one of the two that had dropped it.
Added to that, Arktos had been forced to sell the slaves for exactly how much they were worth - not more. The whole day was tragic. He made a tidy profit. Not a great one. His ship had earned the irritation of the whole port, and he smelled of sweat and wine.
Added to this, he’d seen Kreios’s ship moored there too. If he knew anything about that prissy merchant, the baths would be the first thing Kreios would go to. Lukos decided that the best way to avoid the poison merchant would be to take the hike up to the springs. It was better up there anyway. Less crowded at this time of day and certainly the view was better.
….or it would have been.
He stopped at the rise, looking down into the shallow dip in the land that housed the springs. A roll of fresh clothes was held under his left arm and his right fist rested against his hip as he stared down at the back of Kreios’s slick black hair and wet shoulders. Typical. Lukos gave the merest glance to the other person, or, at least, he’d meant to give the merest glance but he noted the horror on the other’s face.
A wicked grin crossed his features. If Kreios was going to be made uncomfortable, he wanted in. He could use the same spring, if it meant his rival hated him for it. That was payment enough.
Marching down, Lukos shed shirt and pants and boots as he came. His clothes were stashed safely away and he was in the spring, nearly on top of Kreios with a malicious grin on his face.
“Evening,” he said pleasantly, to the spring at large.
Not someone who took much notice of his surroundings in the state that he was in, tired and covered in grime and sweat from working on his ship and at the docks, Kreios had not noticed at all that someone else besides him had been at the springs. He could feel his knotted muscles unravelling the moment the hot water hit them, and a soft groan of contentment escaped him as he leaned against the craggy sides of the pool, the steam doing wonders to his face. Beads of sweat began forming at the back of his neck, but it was a good type of heat this time, comforting and soothing his muscles.
The pair of onyxian black eyes he was born with had closed as the hot water hit him, but it wasn't until an all too familiar voice greeted with the area surrounding, that Kreios opened his eyes, and immediately scowled when he recognized who it was, standig almost on top of him.
The pirate was not someone Kreios favored, and the bad blood between the merchant and pirate went back years. He had no liking for the man, and he doubted Lukos enjoyed his presence very much either. But the grin the other male wore unnerved him. Lukos only grinned in such a way when he knew he had the upperhand of some sort... and Kreios did not enjoy it when the other male had an upperhand.
He grunted in return, and his eyes swivelled to his surroundings, and only then did he see another figure in the water, although the dark surroundings meant Kreios could not pick out who it was very well. Was he looking horrified? Why? A raised brow of amusement was his reaction, as the merchant tried to gauge the reason for the other's horror.
"The pool's full. Go elsewere." the merchant bit out, gesturing at the other person and giving a pointed look at Lukos, but not at all moving away from where the pirate stood. He knew his nemesis was out to unnerve him, perhaps make him uncomfortable enough that he would move away, but Kreios would die before he gave in to what Lukos wanted, and firmly stood his ground as he pointedly ignored the other male, and went back to leaning against the rocky surface, as if Lukos's presence did not bother him at all.
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Not someone who took much notice of his surroundings in the state that he was in, tired and covered in grime and sweat from working on his ship and at the docks, Kreios had not noticed at all that someone else besides him had been at the springs. He could feel his knotted muscles unravelling the moment the hot water hit them, and a soft groan of contentment escaped him as he leaned against the craggy sides of the pool, the steam doing wonders to his face. Beads of sweat began forming at the back of his neck, but it was a good type of heat this time, comforting and soothing his muscles.
The pair of onyxian black eyes he was born with had closed as the hot water hit him, but it wasn't until an all too familiar voice greeted with the area surrounding, that Kreios opened his eyes, and immediately scowled when he recognized who it was, standig almost on top of him.
The pirate was not someone Kreios favored, and the bad blood between the merchant and pirate went back years. He had no liking for the man, and he doubted Lukos enjoyed his presence very much either. But the grin the other male wore unnerved him. Lukos only grinned in such a way when he knew he had the upperhand of some sort... and Kreios did not enjoy it when the other male had an upperhand.
He grunted in return, and his eyes swivelled to his surroundings, and only then did he see another figure in the water, although the dark surroundings meant Kreios could not pick out who it was very well. Was he looking horrified? Why? A raised brow of amusement was his reaction, as the merchant tried to gauge the reason for the other's horror.
"The pool's full. Go elsewere." the merchant bit out, gesturing at the other person and giving a pointed look at Lukos, but not at all moving away from where the pirate stood. He knew his nemesis was out to unnerve him, perhaps make him uncomfortable enough that he would move away, but Kreios would die before he gave in to what Lukos wanted, and firmly stood his ground as he pointedly ignored the other male, and went back to leaning against the rocky surface, as if Lukos's presence did not bother him at all.
Not someone who took much notice of his surroundings in the state that he was in, tired and covered in grime and sweat from working on his ship and at the docks, Kreios had not noticed at all that someone else besides him had been at the springs. He could feel his knotted muscles unravelling the moment the hot water hit them, and a soft groan of contentment escaped him as he leaned against the craggy sides of the pool, the steam doing wonders to his face. Beads of sweat began forming at the back of his neck, but it was a good type of heat this time, comforting and soothing his muscles.
The pair of onyxian black eyes he was born with had closed as the hot water hit him, but it wasn't until an all too familiar voice greeted with the area surrounding, that Kreios opened his eyes, and immediately scowled when he recognized who it was, standig almost on top of him.
The pirate was not someone Kreios favored, and the bad blood between the merchant and pirate went back years. He had no liking for the man, and he doubted Lukos enjoyed his presence very much either. But the grin the other male wore unnerved him. Lukos only grinned in such a way when he knew he had the upperhand of some sort... and Kreios did not enjoy it when the other male had an upperhand.
He grunted in return, and his eyes swivelled to his surroundings, and only then did he see another figure in the water, although the dark surroundings meant Kreios could not pick out who it was very well. Was he looking horrified? Why? A raised brow of amusement was his reaction, as the merchant tried to gauge the reason for the other's horror.
"The pool's full. Go elsewere." the merchant bit out, gesturing at the other person and giving a pointed look at Lukos, but not at all moving away from where the pirate stood. He knew his nemesis was out to unnerve him, perhaps make him uncomfortable enough that he would move away, but Kreios would die before he gave in to what Lukos wanted, and firmly stood his ground as he pointedly ignored the other male, and went back to leaning against the rocky surface, as if Lukos's presence did not bother him at all.
There were now two men close to Kairos. One of whom was in the water, and the other was close. And Kairos hadn't exactly had any swimming clothes to bring into the water with her, leaving her naked as the day she was born in the water. Which wasn't entirely ideal, if she had to be honest. She hadn't been naked around a man in... Well, a week, but she that had been willing and fun. Not something this horrifically embarrassing.
She really didn't know what to do here. She couldn't rush to her armor, because that would be rather revealing of her identity. She had planned to just dry off in the air, and was really regretting not bringing a towel or cloth.
After a few moments, she gave a slight cough.
"Yes. Hello."
Angling herself to move behind a rock, far enough she was hard to make out distinctly in the light, she shifted in the water nervously. Without her helmet and chest bindings, she could not easily pass as a man, if at all. Her voice lacked the brassy boom her helmet gave, and her chest was nowhere near as flat as she'd like without the proper bindings. Her voice was still scratched and deep from long years of shouting and combat, but there was a feminine tint that was hard to hide.
She was slightly nervous about how two grown men would react to stumbling on a bathing woman. This literally couldn't end well. Sure, her spear and bow were hidden carefully with her armor, but it'd be at least a twenty second sprint full tilt to get to them, and she had no idea if either of them were armed. There was always unarmed fighting. Men never did well against naked women in a brawl, especially when THEY were naked. They were confused, likely to be in a... vulnerable state, and easy to strike at. She was reminded of that time in Africa, when she'd been stranded in the middle of that-
Well. She had time to reminisce later, this was a current and imminent emergency. And she wasn't entirely sure what to do here. No one was even aiming a sword at her gut, or shouting about loot.
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There were now two men close to Kairos. One of whom was in the water, and the other was close. And Kairos hadn't exactly had any swimming clothes to bring into the water with her, leaving her naked as the day she was born in the water. Which wasn't entirely ideal, if she had to be honest. She hadn't been naked around a man in... Well, a week, but she that had been willing and fun. Not something this horrifically embarrassing.
She really didn't know what to do here. She couldn't rush to her armor, because that would be rather revealing of her identity. She had planned to just dry off in the air, and was really regretting not bringing a towel or cloth.
After a few moments, she gave a slight cough.
"Yes. Hello."
Angling herself to move behind a rock, far enough she was hard to make out distinctly in the light, she shifted in the water nervously. Without her helmet and chest bindings, she could not easily pass as a man, if at all. Her voice lacked the brassy boom her helmet gave, and her chest was nowhere near as flat as she'd like without the proper bindings. Her voice was still scratched and deep from long years of shouting and combat, but there was a feminine tint that was hard to hide.
She was slightly nervous about how two grown men would react to stumbling on a bathing woman. This literally couldn't end well. Sure, her spear and bow were hidden carefully with her armor, but it'd be at least a twenty second sprint full tilt to get to them, and she had no idea if either of them were armed. There was always unarmed fighting. Men never did well against naked women in a brawl, especially when THEY were naked. They were confused, likely to be in a... vulnerable state, and easy to strike at. She was reminded of that time in Africa, when she'd been stranded in the middle of that-
Well. She had time to reminisce later, this was a current and imminent emergency. And she wasn't entirely sure what to do here. No one was even aiming a sword at her gut, or shouting about loot.
There were now two men close to Kairos. One of whom was in the water, and the other was close. And Kairos hadn't exactly had any swimming clothes to bring into the water with her, leaving her naked as the day she was born in the water. Which wasn't entirely ideal, if she had to be honest. She hadn't been naked around a man in... Well, a week, but she that had been willing and fun. Not something this horrifically embarrassing.
She really didn't know what to do here. She couldn't rush to her armor, because that would be rather revealing of her identity. She had planned to just dry off in the air, and was really regretting not bringing a towel or cloth.
After a few moments, she gave a slight cough.
"Yes. Hello."
Angling herself to move behind a rock, far enough she was hard to make out distinctly in the light, she shifted in the water nervously. Without her helmet and chest bindings, she could not easily pass as a man, if at all. Her voice lacked the brassy boom her helmet gave, and her chest was nowhere near as flat as she'd like without the proper bindings. Her voice was still scratched and deep from long years of shouting and combat, but there was a feminine tint that was hard to hide.
She was slightly nervous about how two grown men would react to stumbling on a bathing woman. This literally couldn't end well. Sure, her spear and bow were hidden carefully with her armor, but it'd be at least a twenty second sprint full tilt to get to them, and she had no idea if either of them were armed. There was always unarmed fighting. Men never did well against naked women in a brawl, especially when THEY were naked. They were confused, likely to be in a... vulnerable state, and easy to strike at. She was reminded of that time in Africa, when she'd been stranded in the middle of that-
Well. She had time to reminisce later, this was a current and imminent emergency. And she wasn't entirely sure what to do here. No one was even aiming a sword at her gut, or shouting about loot.
Because of the kind of business he was in, it had been his habit for years to study the reactions of people. Lukos knew just by Kreios’s stiff shoulders and the clenching of his jaw that he was unhappy. That wasn’t hard to gage. He’d known that being this close would elicit that kind of reaction. Not only that, but Lukos didn’t feel a bit uneasy sitting next to his enemy. Unless Kreios’s very skin was poison, or unless he kept a vial of something in his ass, then right here was perfectly safe. After all, in their last encounter, it had proven that in a brawl, Lukos was the superior, so long as Kreios could be prevented from getting to a weapon with a long reach and a poison tip.
His dark eyes drifted away from Kreios’s unseemly profile over to the other end of the pool, assessing the other person whom he did not know. It didn’t escape his notice that the other man was sitting in what he could only describe as a hedged, or hiding manner. This instantly ignited his curiosity and his instinct to pounce on that kind of behavior. It was weakness. Lukos loved weakness. Easy to exploit and easy to take down. If he’d been born with claws and fangs they would have been visible in that moment as he kept staring unblinkingly at Kairos like he was going to hunt him.
Kairos was an interesting specimen, from what he could see. A little too muscular for a woman and yet a little too delicate for a man. Because he sold people for a living, he liked to size them up and he was wondering what he would sell someone like this for. Would he be a farm hand? Or a warrior? Probably not a warrior, by the way he was hiding. Lukos’s eyes slid to the side where Kairos’s armor sat and then slid back to the man himself. Perhaps this man was already a warrior...so why hide?
After a long stare, Lukos finally dunked under the water and scrubbed at his hair before coming up and slicking it back, looking now at Kreios. “Who is your friend?”
To Kairos, he indicated the armor. “Are you a soldier? Or this weed’s bodyguard?” this was said with a grin because he found the thought of Kreios hiring a bodyguard to be funny and he wondered if it was because of their previous fight on the Taengean docks.
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Because of the kind of business he was in, it had been his habit for years to study the reactions of people. Lukos knew just by Kreios’s stiff shoulders and the clenching of his jaw that he was unhappy. That wasn’t hard to gage. He’d known that being this close would elicit that kind of reaction. Not only that, but Lukos didn’t feel a bit uneasy sitting next to his enemy. Unless Kreios’s very skin was poison, or unless he kept a vial of something in his ass, then right here was perfectly safe. After all, in their last encounter, it had proven that in a brawl, Lukos was the superior, so long as Kreios could be prevented from getting to a weapon with a long reach and a poison tip.
His dark eyes drifted away from Kreios’s unseemly profile over to the other end of the pool, assessing the other person whom he did not know. It didn’t escape his notice that the other man was sitting in what he could only describe as a hedged, or hiding manner. This instantly ignited his curiosity and his instinct to pounce on that kind of behavior. It was weakness. Lukos loved weakness. Easy to exploit and easy to take down. If he’d been born with claws and fangs they would have been visible in that moment as he kept staring unblinkingly at Kairos like he was going to hunt him.
Kairos was an interesting specimen, from what he could see. A little too muscular for a woman and yet a little too delicate for a man. Because he sold people for a living, he liked to size them up and he was wondering what he would sell someone like this for. Would he be a farm hand? Or a warrior? Probably not a warrior, by the way he was hiding. Lukos’s eyes slid to the side where Kairos’s armor sat and then slid back to the man himself. Perhaps this man was already a warrior...so why hide?
After a long stare, Lukos finally dunked under the water and scrubbed at his hair before coming up and slicking it back, looking now at Kreios. “Who is your friend?”
To Kairos, he indicated the armor. “Are you a soldier? Or this weed’s bodyguard?” this was said with a grin because he found the thought of Kreios hiring a bodyguard to be funny and he wondered if it was because of their previous fight on the Taengean docks.
Because of the kind of business he was in, it had been his habit for years to study the reactions of people. Lukos knew just by Kreios’s stiff shoulders and the clenching of his jaw that he was unhappy. That wasn’t hard to gage. He’d known that being this close would elicit that kind of reaction. Not only that, but Lukos didn’t feel a bit uneasy sitting next to his enemy. Unless Kreios’s very skin was poison, or unless he kept a vial of something in his ass, then right here was perfectly safe. After all, in their last encounter, it had proven that in a brawl, Lukos was the superior, so long as Kreios could be prevented from getting to a weapon with a long reach and a poison tip.
His dark eyes drifted away from Kreios’s unseemly profile over to the other end of the pool, assessing the other person whom he did not know. It didn’t escape his notice that the other man was sitting in what he could only describe as a hedged, or hiding manner. This instantly ignited his curiosity and his instinct to pounce on that kind of behavior. It was weakness. Lukos loved weakness. Easy to exploit and easy to take down. If he’d been born with claws and fangs they would have been visible in that moment as he kept staring unblinkingly at Kairos like he was going to hunt him.
Kairos was an interesting specimen, from what he could see. A little too muscular for a woman and yet a little too delicate for a man. Because he sold people for a living, he liked to size them up and he was wondering what he would sell someone like this for. Would he be a farm hand? Or a warrior? Probably not a warrior, by the way he was hiding. Lukos’s eyes slid to the side where Kairos’s armor sat and then slid back to the man himself. Perhaps this man was already a warrior...so why hide?
After a long stare, Lukos finally dunked under the water and scrubbed at his hair before coming up and slicking it back, looking now at Kreios. “Who is your friend?”
To Kairos, he indicated the armor. “Are you a soldier? Or this weed’s bodyguard?” this was said with a grin because he found the thought of Kreios hiring a bodyguard to be funny and he wondered if it was because of their previous fight on the Taengean docks.
The way the other reacted seemed odd to Kreios. Stunted? Awkward? Did the other have something to hide? The steam from the hot waters were messing with his vision, and the merchant couldn't exactly pick out what was going on as the other person in the water seemed to move, evident through the sounds of movement in water that he picked up. But try as he may, he couldn't see or identify clearly the other form.
The pirate however, he could see clearly. Much to his dismay, really. Kreios would be happy never to ever run into the brash, loud-mouthed pirate ever again. Egoistical, overly proud, and too offensive to bother with, he could see nothing of saving grace within the pirate, and as such had no wish to handle the child.
But it appeared the Fates liked to be ironic.
Scowling when Lukos dunked into the water, he found himself surprised when the pirate actually managed to speak to him cordially, if a little direct. His tense, stiff shoulders loosened as his gaze drifted to the figure who seemed to hang in the back, and the merchant shrugged. "I can't say they're a friend. I did not notice someone else was here before I came in." he murmured, dropping his hands back in the water, although not changing his defensive stance in the presence of the pirate. They have proven in their previous bout, that Kreios did not have the stamina nor capability to keep up in a hand-to-hand brawl without his own weapons.
"Weed?" He hissed, scowling at the pirate, knowing full well he had been stupid to let down his guard. He should've guessed that the pirate would not resist a cheap shot, and Kreios would've been right. "I'll go for the soldier. Although you don't have any insignia on your armor, it seems." he murmured, trying to ease out the annoyed tone in his voice as his eyes flickered over to the armor by the side. "Perhaps a solo fighter? Or are you a slave trader as well? This one's familiar to that life, maybe he'll be a good fit to sell." Kreios smirked, flicking a finger to indicate at Lukos, with a smile clearly meant to gloat.
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The way the other reacted seemed odd to Kreios. Stunted? Awkward? Did the other have something to hide? The steam from the hot waters were messing with his vision, and the merchant couldn't exactly pick out what was going on as the other person in the water seemed to move, evident through the sounds of movement in water that he picked up. But try as he may, he couldn't see or identify clearly the other form.
The pirate however, he could see clearly. Much to his dismay, really. Kreios would be happy never to ever run into the brash, loud-mouthed pirate ever again. Egoistical, overly proud, and too offensive to bother with, he could see nothing of saving grace within the pirate, and as such had no wish to handle the child.
But it appeared the Fates liked to be ironic.
Scowling when Lukos dunked into the water, he found himself surprised when the pirate actually managed to speak to him cordially, if a little direct. His tense, stiff shoulders loosened as his gaze drifted to the figure who seemed to hang in the back, and the merchant shrugged. "I can't say they're a friend. I did not notice someone else was here before I came in." he murmured, dropping his hands back in the water, although not changing his defensive stance in the presence of the pirate. They have proven in their previous bout, that Kreios did not have the stamina nor capability to keep up in a hand-to-hand brawl without his own weapons.
"Weed?" He hissed, scowling at the pirate, knowing full well he had been stupid to let down his guard. He should've guessed that the pirate would not resist a cheap shot, and Kreios would've been right. "I'll go for the soldier. Although you don't have any insignia on your armor, it seems." he murmured, trying to ease out the annoyed tone in his voice as his eyes flickered over to the armor by the side. "Perhaps a solo fighter? Or are you a slave trader as well? This one's familiar to that life, maybe he'll be a good fit to sell." Kreios smirked, flicking a finger to indicate at Lukos, with a smile clearly meant to gloat.
The way the other reacted seemed odd to Kreios. Stunted? Awkward? Did the other have something to hide? The steam from the hot waters were messing with his vision, and the merchant couldn't exactly pick out what was going on as the other person in the water seemed to move, evident through the sounds of movement in water that he picked up. But try as he may, he couldn't see or identify clearly the other form.
The pirate however, he could see clearly. Much to his dismay, really. Kreios would be happy never to ever run into the brash, loud-mouthed pirate ever again. Egoistical, overly proud, and too offensive to bother with, he could see nothing of saving grace within the pirate, and as such had no wish to handle the child.
But it appeared the Fates liked to be ironic.
Scowling when Lukos dunked into the water, he found himself surprised when the pirate actually managed to speak to him cordially, if a little direct. His tense, stiff shoulders loosened as his gaze drifted to the figure who seemed to hang in the back, and the merchant shrugged. "I can't say they're a friend. I did not notice someone else was here before I came in." he murmured, dropping his hands back in the water, although not changing his defensive stance in the presence of the pirate. They have proven in their previous bout, that Kreios did not have the stamina nor capability to keep up in a hand-to-hand brawl without his own weapons.
"Weed?" He hissed, scowling at the pirate, knowing full well he had been stupid to let down his guard. He should've guessed that the pirate would not resist a cheap shot, and Kreios would've been right. "I'll go for the soldier. Although you don't have any insignia on your armor, it seems." he murmured, trying to ease out the annoyed tone in his voice as his eyes flickered over to the armor by the side. "Perhaps a solo fighter? Or are you a slave trader as well? This one's familiar to that life, maybe he'll be a good fit to sell." Kreios smirked, flicking a finger to indicate at Lukos, with a smile clearly meant to gloat.
"I'd rather open my gut than sell another man."
Kairos's voice rumbles out, thick with white hot rage. Kairos hated and despised few things on this earth, and one of them was slavery. Kairos believed a man in chains was worse than dead. It was better to be slaughtered than broken. Better to die free in misery, than to live in servitude. Kairos's youth, seeing men and women broken, seeing what cruelties they had suffered, had long ago struck an abiding hatred into her. Slavery, Rape, and mysogeny were the few sins in her eyes.
Killing, she had no qualms about. She'd taken jobs ending the lives of entire families. Blood and soot stained her hands in a way that would never wash off, no matter how fine the spring. She accepted that. Hades had a place waiting for her, down there in Tartarus, and she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
Maybe she'd try and stab the bastard. Better to go down swinging, after all. Who knew, maybe it'd work.
Regardless, Kairos's irritation very nearly brought her out into the open before she remembered she was quite naked. Which was still really an imminent problem for Kairos. As apparently the man was a slaver, and one never knew what his ilk would do with a lone woman. Despite her reasonable certainty in her ability to break the man, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"I'm a mercenary. Not a cursed slaver."
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"I'd rather open my gut than sell another man."
Kairos's voice rumbles out, thick with white hot rage. Kairos hated and despised few things on this earth, and one of them was slavery. Kairos believed a man in chains was worse than dead. It was better to be slaughtered than broken. Better to die free in misery, than to live in servitude. Kairos's youth, seeing men and women broken, seeing what cruelties they had suffered, had long ago struck an abiding hatred into her. Slavery, Rape, and mysogeny were the few sins in her eyes.
Killing, she had no qualms about. She'd taken jobs ending the lives of entire families. Blood and soot stained her hands in a way that would never wash off, no matter how fine the spring. She accepted that. Hades had a place waiting for her, down there in Tartarus, and she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
Maybe she'd try and stab the bastard. Better to go down swinging, after all. Who knew, maybe it'd work.
Regardless, Kairos's irritation very nearly brought her out into the open before she remembered she was quite naked. Which was still really an imminent problem for Kairos. As apparently the man was a slaver, and one never knew what his ilk would do with a lone woman. Despite her reasonable certainty in her ability to break the man, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"I'm a mercenary. Not a cursed slaver."
"I'd rather open my gut than sell another man."
Kairos's voice rumbles out, thick with white hot rage. Kairos hated and despised few things on this earth, and one of them was slavery. Kairos believed a man in chains was worse than dead. It was better to be slaughtered than broken. Better to die free in misery, than to live in servitude. Kairos's youth, seeing men and women broken, seeing what cruelties they had suffered, had long ago struck an abiding hatred into her. Slavery, Rape, and mysogeny were the few sins in her eyes.
Killing, she had no qualms about. She'd taken jobs ending the lives of entire families. Blood and soot stained her hands in a way that would never wash off, no matter how fine the spring. She accepted that. Hades had a place waiting for her, down there in Tartarus, and she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
Maybe she'd try and stab the bastard. Better to go down swinging, after all. Who knew, maybe it'd work.
Regardless, Kairos's irritation very nearly brought her out into the open before she remembered she was quite naked. Which was still really an imminent problem for Kairos. As apparently the man was a slaver, and one never knew what his ilk would do with a lone woman. Despite her reasonable certainty in her ability to break the man, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"I'm a mercenary. Not a cursed slaver."
It was a little petty but after Kreios had quite literally poisoned him with the tip of his spear last time, Lukos wasn’t really concerned with the man’s feelings. It was actually downright delightful to see him made so uncomfortable. The sight of the apathetic arrogance slipping off of Kreios’s face was enough to make Lukos stoop to almost anything, just to make it happen. So, while he had other things he could have been doing, i.e. washing himself and leaving, he decided in that instant to stay as long as Kreios actively didn’t want him to. ...Which meant they all might be here until the sun collapsed.
A cat’s grin lit up his face when Kreios took offense to the weed comment. He did listen with feigned, rapt attention while the other man suppositioned that their new friend might be a soldier, and confirmed what Lukos had been suspecting - that this was not a bodyguard. When the poison merchant addressed the man across the pool directly, the pirate looked that way too and laughed when he was told that the other would rather die than sell slaves.
He’d been born into, and experienced slavery first hand. It still hadn’t led him to have the ill opinion of the institution the way that this mercenary did. Slavery made the economy go round, and round. To be sure, the very armor he wore - the bronze was procured by slave labor. The metal for the weapons, the crops that were harvested to become the food they ate, their clothes, their ships, their carriages, wagons, buildings - all provided by slaves. Where slaves were needed, there was money to be made. He’d earned his own freedom. It wasn’t his fault that others were too stupid or afraid or settled to do the same.
“I wouldn’t say I’m cursed,” he said, still grinning. He put his hands behind his head and glanced over at Kreios. “I’d say I’m rather blessed, actually. I’ve had some near brushes with death and yet…” he spread his arms out, smirking. “Here I stand. The winner more often than not in my endeavors.”
Lukos eyed the other man again. Steam passed across his vision in a hazy cloud, blocking him from being able to see quite as clearly as he had been. That would change. He began to move to the side, his gaze fixed on Kairos. There was something odd about this person but he was having a bit of a time placing his finger on exactly what. He didn’t like puzzles. Or unanswerable questions and this person was both at present.
“What did you say your name was again?” He wanted to hear Kairos speak again. The voice had been a little dusky….and odd. Seeming to belong to more of a boy than a full grown man. Perhaps this was just a seriously big youth?
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It was a little petty but after Kreios had quite literally poisoned him with the tip of his spear last time, Lukos wasn’t really concerned with the man’s feelings. It was actually downright delightful to see him made so uncomfortable. The sight of the apathetic arrogance slipping off of Kreios’s face was enough to make Lukos stoop to almost anything, just to make it happen. So, while he had other things he could have been doing, i.e. washing himself and leaving, he decided in that instant to stay as long as Kreios actively didn’t want him to. ...Which meant they all might be here until the sun collapsed.
A cat’s grin lit up his face when Kreios took offense to the weed comment. He did listen with feigned, rapt attention while the other man suppositioned that their new friend might be a soldier, and confirmed what Lukos had been suspecting - that this was not a bodyguard. When the poison merchant addressed the man across the pool directly, the pirate looked that way too and laughed when he was told that the other would rather die than sell slaves.
He’d been born into, and experienced slavery first hand. It still hadn’t led him to have the ill opinion of the institution the way that this mercenary did. Slavery made the economy go round, and round. To be sure, the very armor he wore - the bronze was procured by slave labor. The metal for the weapons, the crops that were harvested to become the food they ate, their clothes, their ships, their carriages, wagons, buildings - all provided by slaves. Where slaves were needed, there was money to be made. He’d earned his own freedom. It wasn’t his fault that others were too stupid or afraid or settled to do the same.
“I wouldn’t say I’m cursed,” he said, still grinning. He put his hands behind his head and glanced over at Kreios. “I’d say I’m rather blessed, actually. I’ve had some near brushes with death and yet…” he spread his arms out, smirking. “Here I stand. The winner more often than not in my endeavors.”
Lukos eyed the other man again. Steam passed across his vision in a hazy cloud, blocking him from being able to see quite as clearly as he had been. That would change. He began to move to the side, his gaze fixed on Kairos. There was something odd about this person but he was having a bit of a time placing his finger on exactly what. He didn’t like puzzles. Or unanswerable questions and this person was both at present.
“What did you say your name was again?” He wanted to hear Kairos speak again. The voice had been a little dusky….and odd. Seeming to belong to more of a boy than a full grown man. Perhaps this was just a seriously big youth?
It was a little petty but after Kreios had quite literally poisoned him with the tip of his spear last time, Lukos wasn’t really concerned with the man’s feelings. It was actually downright delightful to see him made so uncomfortable. The sight of the apathetic arrogance slipping off of Kreios’s face was enough to make Lukos stoop to almost anything, just to make it happen. So, while he had other things he could have been doing, i.e. washing himself and leaving, he decided in that instant to stay as long as Kreios actively didn’t want him to. ...Which meant they all might be here until the sun collapsed.
A cat’s grin lit up his face when Kreios took offense to the weed comment. He did listen with feigned, rapt attention while the other man suppositioned that their new friend might be a soldier, and confirmed what Lukos had been suspecting - that this was not a bodyguard. When the poison merchant addressed the man across the pool directly, the pirate looked that way too and laughed when he was told that the other would rather die than sell slaves.
He’d been born into, and experienced slavery first hand. It still hadn’t led him to have the ill opinion of the institution the way that this mercenary did. Slavery made the economy go round, and round. To be sure, the very armor he wore - the bronze was procured by slave labor. The metal for the weapons, the crops that were harvested to become the food they ate, their clothes, their ships, their carriages, wagons, buildings - all provided by slaves. Where slaves were needed, there was money to be made. He’d earned his own freedom. It wasn’t his fault that others were too stupid or afraid or settled to do the same.
“I wouldn’t say I’m cursed,” he said, still grinning. He put his hands behind his head and glanced over at Kreios. “I’d say I’m rather blessed, actually. I’ve had some near brushes with death and yet…” he spread his arms out, smirking. “Here I stand. The winner more often than not in my endeavors.”
Lukos eyed the other man again. Steam passed across his vision in a hazy cloud, blocking him from being able to see quite as clearly as he had been. That would change. He began to move to the side, his gaze fixed on Kairos. There was something odd about this person but he was having a bit of a time placing his finger on exactly what. He didn’t like puzzles. Or unanswerable questions and this person was both at present.
“What did you say your name was again?” He wanted to hear Kairos speak again. The voice had been a little dusky….and odd. Seeming to belong to more of a boy than a full grown man. Perhaps this was just a seriously big youth?
There would always be bad blood between the two men really, but in a way they both had their own values, perhaps too similar, which ended up with them clashing in that sense. He knew that Lukos probably was not entirely pleased with him after the last bout where Kreios had poisoned him - his ego had taken a fall, and had Kreios not tossed the antidote at his servant, more would have fallen perhaps.
But the poison merchant was not in the mood to enter another sparring session with the pirate, not now when he had greater things to focus on. Aloof and egoistical he was, yet Kreios was a workaholic, and he was tired after a whole day of hauling and identifying items in his barge.
The soldier across from them had very strong opinions about slavery though, much to Kreios's amusement. Had he been part of a trade before? Or perhaps he was a slave before, which would greatly explain his apparent disdain for the merchants who dealt in the trade of live humans. Yet, it was a business that was familiar, normalized in their time and place, and Greece wouldn't be where it was today if not for that source of gold and business. Not the most ethical, sure, but it did its job.
Raising a brow when Lukos mentioned he was blessed, Kreios had to muffle a snarky cough of laughter. Of course, the egoistical pirate would get it in his head that he was blessed, of all things. If anything, he suspected the Gods were merely toying with him before giving him his deserving end.
Merely lounging against the wall of the pool they were in when Lukos lazily eyed him, Kreios met his gaze head on, as if it was metaphorical steel meeting steel, but it was obvious the two men shared one opinion, for the first time - there was something odd for this soldier. The way he hung back in the shadows, the voice thick but yet... unlike a fully grown male's. Questions flitted across Kreios's mind as the pirate questioned, and the merchant himself sat up, interested now.
"And where are you from? Perhaps we could form alliances." he offered, smooth voice curious in question as the water slid off his bare chest.
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There would always be bad blood between the two men really, but in a way they both had their own values, perhaps too similar, which ended up with them clashing in that sense. He knew that Lukos probably was not entirely pleased with him after the last bout where Kreios had poisoned him - his ego had taken a fall, and had Kreios not tossed the antidote at his servant, more would have fallen perhaps.
But the poison merchant was not in the mood to enter another sparring session with the pirate, not now when he had greater things to focus on. Aloof and egoistical he was, yet Kreios was a workaholic, and he was tired after a whole day of hauling and identifying items in his barge.
The soldier across from them had very strong opinions about slavery though, much to Kreios's amusement. Had he been part of a trade before? Or perhaps he was a slave before, which would greatly explain his apparent disdain for the merchants who dealt in the trade of live humans. Yet, it was a business that was familiar, normalized in their time and place, and Greece wouldn't be where it was today if not for that source of gold and business. Not the most ethical, sure, but it did its job.
Raising a brow when Lukos mentioned he was blessed, Kreios had to muffle a snarky cough of laughter. Of course, the egoistical pirate would get it in his head that he was blessed, of all things. If anything, he suspected the Gods were merely toying with him before giving him his deserving end.
Merely lounging against the wall of the pool they were in when Lukos lazily eyed him, Kreios met his gaze head on, as if it was metaphorical steel meeting steel, but it was obvious the two men shared one opinion, for the first time - there was something odd for this soldier. The way he hung back in the shadows, the voice thick but yet... unlike a fully grown male's. Questions flitted across Kreios's mind as the pirate questioned, and the merchant himself sat up, interested now.
"And where are you from? Perhaps we could form alliances." he offered, smooth voice curious in question as the water slid off his bare chest.
There would always be bad blood between the two men really, but in a way they both had their own values, perhaps too similar, which ended up with them clashing in that sense. He knew that Lukos probably was not entirely pleased with him after the last bout where Kreios had poisoned him - his ego had taken a fall, and had Kreios not tossed the antidote at his servant, more would have fallen perhaps.
But the poison merchant was not in the mood to enter another sparring session with the pirate, not now when he had greater things to focus on. Aloof and egoistical he was, yet Kreios was a workaholic, and he was tired after a whole day of hauling and identifying items in his barge.
The soldier across from them had very strong opinions about slavery though, much to Kreios's amusement. Had he been part of a trade before? Or perhaps he was a slave before, which would greatly explain his apparent disdain for the merchants who dealt in the trade of live humans. Yet, it was a business that was familiar, normalized in their time and place, and Greece wouldn't be where it was today if not for that source of gold and business. Not the most ethical, sure, but it did its job.
Raising a brow when Lukos mentioned he was blessed, Kreios had to muffle a snarky cough of laughter. Of course, the egoistical pirate would get it in his head that he was blessed, of all things. If anything, he suspected the Gods were merely toying with him before giving him his deserving end.
Merely lounging against the wall of the pool they were in when Lukos lazily eyed him, Kreios met his gaze head on, as if it was metaphorical steel meeting steel, but it was obvious the two men shared one opinion, for the first time - there was something odd for this soldier. The way he hung back in the shadows, the voice thick but yet... unlike a fully grown male's. Questions flitted across Kreios's mind as the pirate questioned, and the merchant himself sat up, interested now.
"And where are you from? Perhaps we could form alliances." he offered, smooth voice curious in question as the water slid off his bare chest.
Kairos's irritation flared as she shifted in the water. She was rather.. Displeased to be forced into the situation. At least they could only see her armor at the moment, her mask being hidden at the moment. So she wouldn't regret what she was about to do, ideally. If there was one thing no one had ever accused Kairos of, it was being patient or level headed. Her temper was as violent as a storm at sea, and as easily triggered as Poseidon's. And having an uppity slaver asking questions easily stirred it. Snorting in irritation, she decided to discard these attempts at hiding. They'd just get closer and closer, forcing her to retreat. And they'think her weak for it. She'd already given too much ground.
Time to take a risk, she supposed. If it backfired too much, she could feasibly make an escape before anything dangerous actually happened.
She finally rose came out from the rock, rising up a bit, just keeping her chest in the water. She finally spoke clearly, letting her natural voice out. Without any attempts to disguise it, Kairos's voice was still deep for a woman, scratched from long abuse from yelling and slightly rumbling, but still clearly and distinctly feminine. And, out in the open, her face and body were hard to disguise, aside from her sheer height. She wasn't entirely sure what scars were visible like this, but there were probably plenty. Then again, it wasn't exactly the clearest space.
"I am Kairos of Midas. And I very much doubt you truly desire an alliance, Man."
Kairos had played her hand. She wondered if the gamble was worth it?
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Kairos's irritation flared as she shifted in the water. She was rather.. Displeased to be forced into the situation. At least they could only see her armor at the moment, her mask being hidden at the moment. So she wouldn't regret what she was about to do, ideally. If there was one thing no one had ever accused Kairos of, it was being patient or level headed. Her temper was as violent as a storm at sea, and as easily triggered as Poseidon's. And having an uppity slaver asking questions easily stirred it. Snorting in irritation, she decided to discard these attempts at hiding. They'd just get closer and closer, forcing her to retreat. And they'think her weak for it. She'd already given too much ground.
Time to take a risk, she supposed. If it backfired too much, she could feasibly make an escape before anything dangerous actually happened.
She finally rose came out from the rock, rising up a bit, just keeping her chest in the water. She finally spoke clearly, letting her natural voice out. Without any attempts to disguise it, Kairos's voice was still deep for a woman, scratched from long abuse from yelling and slightly rumbling, but still clearly and distinctly feminine. And, out in the open, her face and body were hard to disguise, aside from her sheer height. She wasn't entirely sure what scars were visible like this, but there were probably plenty. Then again, it wasn't exactly the clearest space.
"I am Kairos of Midas. And I very much doubt you truly desire an alliance, Man."
Kairos had played her hand. She wondered if the gamble was worth it?
Kairos's irritation flared as she shifted in the water. She was rather.. Displeased to be forced into the situation. At least they could only see her armor at the moment, her mask being hidden at the moment. So she wouldn't regret what she was about to do, ideally. If there was one thing no one had ever accused Kairos of, it was being patient or level headed. Her temper was as violent as a storm at sea, and as easily triggered as Poseidon's. And having an uppity slaver asking questions easily stirred it. Snorting in irritation, she decided to discard these attempts at hiding. They'd just get closer and closer, forcing her to retreat. And they'think her weak for it. She'd already given too much ground.
Time to take a risk, she supposed. If it backfired too much, she could feasibly make an escape before anything dangerous actually happened.
She finally rose came out from the rock, rising up a bit, just keeping her chest in the water. She finally spoke clearly, letting her natural voice out. Without any attempts to disguise it, Kairos's voice was still deep for a woman, scratched from long abuse from yelling and slightly rumbling, but still clearly and distinctly feminine. And, out in the open, her face and body were hard to disguise, aside from her sheer height. She wasn't entirely sure what scars were visible like this, but there were probably plenty. Then again, it wasn't exactly the clearest space.
"I am Kairos of Midas. And I very much doubt you truly desire an alliance, Man."
Kairos had played her hand. She wondered if the gamble was worth it?
As he moved across the water, Kreios’s offer to make alliances made Lukos roll his eyes and shoot a glare over his shoulder at the merchant. Was he serious? The lengths this man would stoop to knew no bounds. “Do you do all your trades in hot springs with strangers?” he asked incredulously. Then, with a bit of a snarky smirk, “I suppose naked men are more pliable for you.”
Then he turned his attention back around to his original purpose, which was to see this other person clearly. He was in for a rude shock. As soon as he drew too close for the other person’s comfort, the man rose up to an impressive height equal to that of himself. Lukos’s eyes darted across this person’s body, not entirely sure what he was seeing right at first as the water slid down a distinctly female body...with the arms, shoulders, and hairstyle of a man.
He took one step back and tilted his head as Kairos introduced herself in a manner that suggested if he tried to come closer, she might very well bite him. Blinking, he tilted his head the other way and loosely crossed his arms over his chest. “Huh…” he said, working his tongue over his back teeth. Glancing back at Kreios, he nodded to their companion.
“‘S a woman. I think.”
Then he directed his gaze back and looked directly at her chest. It was a bit more muscular than any woman’s he’d ever seen...but there were two round breasts there that he was fairly certain would squish nicely if touched. He arched an eyebrow, assessing her further down but the water was hiding most of the rest of her. Her hips weren’t particularly curvy but, then, he wasn’t interested in fucking her for children, so this was negligible at present.
His gaze then swept back up to her face which might have been pretty enough if not for the excessively unwelcoming expression and her short hair. He didn’t like it on her. Though, he supposed if she’d possibly wanted to pass as a man and not a woman, that was the point. Good job. What he did do, though, was imagine how it looked long and the more he did that, the more he liked what he saw. If he cleaned her up a bit, hid the scars across her body before the sale, he might be able to get something decent for her.
Instantly he started figuring out a tally of what she was worth. Again. He was still working his tongue over his back teeth but then dragged in a breath and said, “Well. I’m Lukos of Magnemea and this idiot is Kreios of...somewhere.” He frowned, realizing that he didn’t actually know where on this globe his rival hailed from. “What uh…” he gestured to her body as a whole. “What’s with the hair.”
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As he moved across the water, Kreios’s offer to make alliances made Lukos roll his eyes and shoot a glare over his shoulder at the merchant. Was he serious? The lengths this man would stoop to knew no bounds. “Do you do all your trades in hot springs with strangers?” he asked incredulously. Then, with a bit of a snarky smirk, “I suppose naked men are more pliable for you.”
Then he turned his attention back around to his original purpose, which was to see this other person clearly. He was in for a rude shock. As soon as he drew too close for the other person’s comfort, the man rose up to an impressive height equal to that of himself. Lukos’s eyes darted across this person’s body, not entirely sure what he was seeing right at first as the water slid down a distinctly female body...with the arms, shoulders, and hairstyle of a man.
He took one step back and tilted his head as Kairos introduced herself in a manner that suggested if he tried to come closer, she might very well bite him. Blinking, he tilted his head the other way and loosely crossed his arms over his chest. “Huh…” he said, working his tongue over his back teeth. Glancing back at Kreios, he nodded to their companion.
“‘S a woman. I think.”
Then he directed his gaze back and looked directly at her chest. It was a bit more muscular than any woman’s he’d ever seen...but there were two round breasts there that he was fairly certain would squish nicely if touched. He arched an eyebrow, assessing her further down but the water was hiding most of the rest of her. Her hips weren’t particularly curvy but, then, he wasn’t interested in fucking her for children, so this was negligible at present.
His gaze then swept back up to her face which might have been pretty enough if not for the excessively unwelcoming expression and her short hair. He didn’t like it on her. Though, he supposed if she’d possibly wanted to pass as a man and not a woman, that was the point. Good job. What he did do, though, was imagine how it looked long and the more he did that, the more he liked what he saw. If he cleaned her up a bit, hid the scars across her body before the sale, he might be able to get something decent for her.
Instantly he started figuring out a tally of what she was worth. Again. He was still working his tongue over his back teeth but then dragged in a breath and said, “Well. I’m Lukos of Magnemea and this idiot is Kreios of...somewhere.” He frowned, realizing that he didn’t actually know where on this globe his rival hailed from. “What uh…” he gestured to her body as a whole. “What’s with the hair.”
As he moved across the water, Kreios’s offer to make alliances made Lukos roll his eyes and shoot a glare over his shoulder at the merchant. Was he serious? The lengths this man would stoop to knew no bounds. “Do you do all your trades in hot springs with strangers?” he asked incredulously. Then, with a bit of a snarky smirk, “I suppose naked men are more pliable for you.”
Then he turned his attention back around to his original purpose, which was to see this other person clearly. He was in for a rude shock. As soon as he drew too close for the other person’s comfort, the man rose up to an impressive height equal to that of himself. Lukos’s eyes darted across this person’s body, not entirely sure what he was seeing right at first as the water slid down a distinctly female body...with the arms, shoulders, and hairstyle of a man.
He took one step back and tilted his head as Kairos introduced herself in a manner that suggested if he tried to come closer, she might very well bite him. Blinking, he tilted his head the other way and loosely crossed his arms over his chest. “Huh…” he said, working his tongue over his back teeth. Glancing back at Kreios, he nodded to their companion.
“‘S a woman. I think.”
Then he directed his gaze back and looked directly at her chest. It was a bit more muscular than any woman’s he’d ever seen...but there were two round breasts there that he was fairly certain would squish nicely if touched. He arched an eyebrow, assessing her further down but the water was hiding most of the rest of her. Her hips weren’t particularly curvy but, then, he wasn’t interested in fucking her for children, so this was negligible at present.
His gaze then swept back up to her face which might have been pretty enough if not for the excessively unwelcoming expression and her short hair. He didn’t like it on her. Though, he supposed if she’d possibly wanted to pass as a man and not a woman, that was the point. Good job. What he did do, though, was imagine how it looked long and the more he did that, the more he liked what he saw. If he cleaned her up a bit, hid the scars across her body before the sale, he might be able to get something decent for her.
Instantly he started figuring out a tally of what she was worth. Again. He was still working his tongue over his back teeth but then dragged in a breath and said, “Well. I’m Lukos of Magnemea and this idiot is Kreios of...somewhere.” He frowned, realizing that he didn’t actually know where on this globe his rival hailed from. “What uh…” he gestured to her body as a whole. “What’s with the hair.”
Kreios turned to offer Lukos an offhanded shrug, his hands playing with the water as he replied in a nonchalant tone. "That's how you be a good merchant and earn the cash. You take chances whenever it is presented to you. Although," at this, he shot a pointed look at Lukos that somehow was a mix of condescending and humor, "I guess you wouldn't know that." It was a subtle jab at Lukos and how Kreios inferred that he likely earned less then the poison merchant was as of now - not at all new between the two constantly squabbling enemies.
Not paying attention as the other body slide out, Kreios looked up when Lukos tried to get his attention, and then rose a questioning, almost surprised brow at the other's words. A woman?
Turning his head to catch a glance as the other introduced himself (herself?), Kreios could see what Lukos was going at. The sillouhette left much to imagination, but the way it was shaped was not common to a man... and of course, the other's choice of words during their introduction likely didn't help either, although if the pirate's words rang true, it was very tall for a female.
He was no man who followed his desires, only occasionally when the urge struck him, and definitely not as often as Lukos probably did. But it did not change the fact that when Kreios peered closer, the chest was that of a females, as were the rest of the curves that were womanly... and decidedly naked.
Flickering his gaze to look at Lukos, Kreios found himself snickering at the obvious way in which Lukos was checking the woman out, before he somehow found his tongue again and did the introductions. "Kreios of Phossis, although I'm surprised this fool could remember his name, even. Done ogling yet?" he muttered the last part at Lukos, tone intentionally meant to goad, before turning back to the female, and looking quite unabashed as he leaned back further in the hot water. "Do you go around parading your naked body on a regular basis? Cause if you do, I suggest a change of jobs."
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Kreios turned to offer Lukos an offhanded shrug, his hands playing with the water as he replied in a nonchalant tone. "That's how you be a good merchant and earn the cash. You take chances whenever it is presented to you. Although," at this, he shot a pointed look at Lukos that somehow was a mix of condescending and humor, "I guess you wouldn't know that." It was a subtle jab at Lukos and how Kreios inferred that he likely earned less then the poison merchant was as of now - not at all new between the two constantly squabbling enemies.
Not paying attention as the other body slide out, Kreios looked up when Lukos tried to get his attention, and then rose a questioning, almost surprised brow at the other's words. A woman?
Turning his head to catch a glance as the other introduced himself (herself?), Kreios could see what Lukos was going at. The sillouhette left much to imagination, but the way it was shaped was not common to a man... and of course, the other's choice of words during their introduction likely didn't help either, although if the pirate's words rang true, it was very tall for a female.
He was no man who followed his desires, only occasionally when the urge struck him, and definitely not as often as Lukos probably did. But it did not change the fact that when Kreios peered closer, the chest was that of a females, as were the rest of the curves that were womanly... and decidedly naked.
Flickering his gaze to look at Lukos, Kreios found himself snickering at the obvious way in which Lukos was checking the woman out, before he somehow found his tongue again and did the introductions. "Kreios of Phossis, although I'm surprised this fool could remember his name, even. Done ogling yet?" he muttered the last part at Lukos, tone intentionally meant to goad, before turning back to the female, and looking quite unabashed as he leaned back further in the hot water. "Do you go around parading your naked body on a regular basis? Cause if you do, I suggest a change of jobs."
Kreios turned to offer Lukos an offhanded shrug, his hands playing with the water as he replied in a nonchalant tone. "That's how you be a good merchant and earn the cash. You take chances whenever it is presented to you. Although," at this, he shot a pointed look at Lukos that somehow was a mix of condescending and humor, "I guess you wouldn't know that." It was a subtle jab at Lukos and how Kreios inferred that he likely earned less then the poison merchant was as of now - not at all new between the two constantly squabbling enemies.
Not paying attention as the other body slide out, Kreios looked up when Lukos tried to get his attention, and then rose a questioning, almost surprised brow at the other's words. A woman?
Turning his head to catch a glance as the other introduced himself (herself?), Kreios could see what Lukos was going at. The sillouhette left much to imagination, but the way it was shaped was not common to a man... and of course, the other's choice of words during their introduction likely didn't help either, although if the pirate's words rang true, it was very tall for a female.
He was no man who followed his desires, only occasionally when the urge struck him, and definitely not as often as Lukos probably did. But it did not change the fact that when Kreios peered closer, the chest was that of a females, as were the rest of the curves that were womanly... and decidedly naked.
Flickering his gaze to look at Lukos, Kreios found himself snickering at the obvious way in which Lukos was checking the woman out, before he somehow found his tongue again and did the introductions. "Kreios of Phossis, although I'm surprised this fool could remember his name, even. Done ogling yet?" he muttered the last part at Lukos, tone intentionally meant to goad, before turning back to the female, and looking quite unabashed as he leaned back further in the hot water. "Do you go around parading your naked body on a regular basis? Cause if you do, I suggest a change of jobs."
Kairos shifts in the water as she looks between the two men. She was unsure whether or not to feel pity, amusement, or indiscriminate rage at being caught in a situation like this by two buffoons. The two bickering like children was mildly entertaining, true, but the fact she had two men commenting on her body (and one making implications) brought on that familiar urge to wear intestine as a hat. Unfortunately, just killing people in the hot springs was murder, and that got people arrested.
She was also naked and unarmed, and that was a rather annoying setback. Pointedly ignoring most of their comments was probably wise.
"It is difficult to wash blood from your hair without water."
Kairos gives Lukos a pointed stare.
"Short as it may be."
The woman sighs, nearly collapsing into the water in irritation for a moment, before she musters herself, simply turning and walking through the water to the shore. She spends a brief moment debating if there's a way to get out of the water with her dignity intact, before realizing it was already gone at this point. She casually rises out, muscles and scars glistening in the dim light. Kairos still felt the urge to murder the two for interrupting a pleasant bath, or to make them suffer like Actaeon. Alas, such power was a bit beyond her grasp. She muttered a prayer to Artemis, hoping some other woman would have the time and patience to deal with the two of them. She shot a look back at the merchant.
"You would be surprised how many men die, thinking themselves above the snakes in the grass.
Dressing with practiced grace and speed, Perhaps a bit rushed knowing two men are staring her down, she pulls on her undershirt and pants. Kairos bit back a sigh, well aware she'd need to dry her clothes later. Her armor was carefully placed in a pack, having been left in the air to dry, and her weapons were hauled onto her back. All in all, it was remarkably quick, and the woman hurried off, eager to hopefully avoid any of the (undoubtedly) coming lewd remarks.
As she rapidly vanished into the distance away from the two men, covering ground before they could even hope to finish dressing, Kairos began to idly muse. She'd heard there was a war on. Perhaps there was money to be made there. Or people to stab, and get the anger she'd just built up out.
Either way.
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Kairos shifts in the water as she looks between the two men. She was unsure whether or not to feel pity, amusement, or indiscriminate rage at being caught in a situation like this by two buffoons. The two bickering like children was mildly entertaining, true, but the fact she had two men commenting on her body (and one making implications) brought on that familiar urge to wear intestine as a hat. Unfortunately, just killing people in the hot springs was murder, and that got people arrested.
She was also naked and unarmed, and that was a rather annoying setback. Pointedly ignoring most of their comments was probably wise.
"It is difficult to wash blood from your hair without water."
Kairos gives Lukos a pointed stare.
"Short as it may be."
The woman sighs, nearly collapsing into the water in irritation for a moment, before she musters herself, simply turning and walking through the water to the shore. She spends a brief moment debating if there's a way to get out of the water with her dignity intact, before realizing it was already gone at this point. She casually rises out, muscles and scars glistening in the dim light. Kairos still felt the urge to murder the two for interrupting a pleasant bath, or to make them suffer like Actaeon. Alas, such power was a bit beyond her grasp. She muttered a prayer to Artemis, hoping some other woman would have the time and patience to deal with the two of them. She shot a look back at the merchant.
"You would be surprised how many men die, thinking themselves above the snakes in the grass.
Dressing with practiced grace and speed, Perhaps a bit rushed knowing two men are staring her down, she pulls on her undershirt and pants. Kairos bit back a sigh, well aware she'd need to dry her clothes later. Her armor was carefully placed in a pack, having been left in the air to dry, and her weapons were hauled onto her back. All in all, it was remarkably quick, and the woman hurried off, eager to hopefully avoid any of the (undoubtedly) coming lewd remarks.
As she rapidly vanished into the distance away from the two men, covering ground before they could even hope to finish dressing, Kairos began to idly muse. She'd heard there was a war on. Perhaps there was money to be made there. Or people to stab, and get the anger she'd just built up out.
Either way.
Kairos shifts in the water as she looks between the two men. She was unsure whether or not to feel pity, amusement, or indiscriminate rage at being caught in a situation like this by two buffoons. The two bickering like children was mildly entertaining, true, but the fact she had two men commenting on her body (and one making implications) brought on that familiar urge to wear intestine as a hat. Unfortunately, just killing people in the hot springs was murder, and that got people arrested.
She was also naked and unarmed, and that was a rather annoying setback. Pointedly ignoring most of their comments was probably wise.
"It is difficult to wash blood from your hair without water."
Kairos gives Lukos a pointed stare.
"Short as it may be."
The woman sighs, nearly collapsing into the water in irritation for a moment, before she musters herself, simply turning and walking through the water to the shore. She spends a brief moment debating if there's a way to get out of the water with her dignity intact, before realizing it was already gone at this point. She casually rises out, muscles and scars glistening in the dim light. Kairos still felt the urge to murder the two for interrupting a pleasant bath, or to make them suffer like Actaeon. Alas, such power was a bit beyond her grasp. She muttered a prayer to Artemis, hoping some other woman would have the time and patience to deal with the two of them. She shot a look back at the merchant.
"You would be surprised how many men die, thinking themselves above the snakes in the grass.
Dressing with practiced grace and speed, Perhaps a bit rushed knowing two men are staring her down, she pulls on her undershirt and pants. Kairos bit back a sigh, well aware she'd need to dry her clothes later. Her armor was carefully placed in a pack, having been left in the air to dry, and her weapons were hauled onto her back. All in all, it was remarkably quick, and the woman hurried off, eager to hopefully avoid any of the (undoubtedly) coming lewd remarks.
As she rapidly vanished into the distance away from the two men, covering ground before they could even hope to finish dressing, Kairos began to idly muse. She'd heard there was a war on. Perhaps there was money to be made there. Or people to stab, and get the anger she'd just built up out.
Either way.
Lukos was rendered speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. He just stared, intrigued, disgusted, intrigued some more, a little more disgusted. This was a woman, apparently, but like….one of the most unsellable women he’d ever encountered. No, that wasn’t quite right, he could definitely have sold her into the gladiator pits. She’d have made some kind of spectacle there.
Her hurried washing didn’t deter him from giving her that wide eyed stare that he might give a snake while it swallowed an egg whole. The unable to look anywhere else, kind of stare. She was kinda shaped like a woman, he supposed, and definitely on her backside as he watched her climb out of the water. But just...amazing.
He drifted to the side of the springs, watching his money making freakshow fantasy packing up her things and leave. For a few seconds, he stared at where she’d been, then swung himself around to Kreios, eyes huge, grin wider, and laughed. Hard.
“What on this flat rock was that?” he demanded through his laughter. “Did you see?” He motioned toward his groin and then back to Kairos’s retreating back. She was well out of earshot now. “Was that not the strangest person you’ve ever seen? Did we find some kind of monster? And I let her go!” he cut off his laughter with a whimsical whine.
“Ugh...I could have sold her in Athenia…” Dramatically he sank below the water, rinsing his hair while there, and came back up. “Kreios, I’ll call a truce. You help me net that one and I’ll pay you your fair share. I just...wow. Could stare at that monstrosity for hours.”
Kairos’s last stinging comments to himself hadn’t bothered him in the least, though he’d definitely liked the ones she threw at Kreios. A snake above grass indeed. “Come on,” Lukos urged, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else have you got going on? We’ll just take her down, kick her a bit. Sell her armor. It’ll be fun, we’ll make a day of it.”
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Lukos was rendered speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. He just stared, intrigued, disgusted, intrigued some more, a little more disgusted. This was a woman, apparently, but like….one of the most unsellable women he’d ever encountered. No, that wasn’t quite right, he could definitely have sold her into the gladiator pits. She’d have made some kind of spectacle there.
Her hurried washing didn’t deter him from giving her that wide eyed stare that he might give a snake while it swallowed an egg whole. The unable to look anywhere else, kind of stare. She was kinda shaped like a woman, he supposed, and definitely on her backside as he watched her climb out of the water. But just...amazing.
He drifted to the side of the springs, watching his money making freakshow fantasy packing up her things and leave. For a few seconds, he stared at where she’d been, then swung himself around to Kreios, eyes huge, grin wider, and laughed. Hard.
“What on this flat rock was that?” he demanded through his laughter. “Did you see?” He motioned toward his groin and then back to Kairos’s retreating back. She was well out of earshot now. “Was that not the strangest person you’ve ever seen? Did we find some kind of monster? And I let her go!” he cut off his laughter with a whimsical whine.
“Ugh...I could have sold her in Athenia…” Dramatically he sank below the water, rinsing his hair while there, and came back up. “Kreios, I’ll call a truce. You help me net that one and I’ll pay you your fair share. I just...wow. Could stare at that monstrosity for hours.”
Kairos’s last stinging comments to himself hadn’t bothered him in the least, though he’d definitely liked the ones she threw at Kreios. A snake above grass indeed. “Come on,” Lukos urged, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else have you got going on? We’ll just take her down, kick her a bit. Sell her armor. It’ll be fun, we’ll make a day of it.”
Lukos was rendered speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. He just stared, intrigued, disgusted, intrigued some more, a little more disgusted. This was a woman, apparently, but like….one of the most unsellable women he’d ever encountered. No, that wasn’t quite right, he could definitely have sold her into the gladiator pits. She’d have made some kind of spectacle there.
Her hurried washing didn’t deter him from giving her that wide eyed stare that he might give a snake while it swallowed an egg whole. The unable to look anywhere else, kind of stare. She was kinda shaped like a woman, he supposed, and definitely on her backside as he watched her climb out of the water. But just...amazing.
He drifted to the side of the springs, watching his money making freakshow fantasy packing up her things and leave. For a few seconds, he stared at where she’d been, then swung himself around to Kreios, eyes huge, grin wider, and laughed. Hard.
“What on this flat rock was that?” he demanded through his laughter. “Did you see?” He motioned toward his groin and then back to Kairos’s retreating back. She was well out of earshot now. “Was that not the strangest person you’ve ever seen? Did we find some kind of monster? And I let her go!” he cut off his laughter with a whimsical whine.
“Ugh...I could have sold her in Athenia…” Dramatically he sank below the water, rinsing his hair while there, and came back up. “Kreios, I’ll call a truce. You help me net that one and I’ll pay you your fair share. I just...wow. Could stare at that monstrosity for hours.”
Kairos’s last stinging comments to himself hadn’t bothered him in the least, though he’d definitely liked the ones she threw at Kreios. A snake above grass indeed. “Come on,” Lukos urged, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else have you got going on? We’ll just take her down, kick her a bit. Sell her armor. It’ll be fun, we’ll make a day of it.”