RP:Meeting Xolin

Elevated Lookout to Sea

Alice stood at the cliff's edge, gazing out into the nothingness it seemed to present. Her goggles were up; usually they were in that position to hold her hair out of her face, but it seemed to be of no avail here, her hair still whipping around her face. In her head, she was pondering the recent killings that had been going on here in Cenril. Though her ship was in Rynvale, her heart was secretly here, in this seashore city. Plus all the plans she had for it... It was no matter. She took a deep breath; and relaxed a bit. The smell of the nearby ocean was peaceful to her; it reminded her of days passed, the fun ones, at least. The ones where law had meant nothing. Swashbuckling... she missed it some time. One hand rested on a hip as she stood there, nearly imitating a Captain Morgan's stance, only curvier, and more feminine. There was something fierce about her, even when she was this relaxed.

Xolin 's reasons for coming to this particular place were not the sentimental reasons Alice possessed. In fact, not be just an hour ago, Xolin spent his whole time disguised as a mischievous High Elf from Rynvale. His attire held just enough swag to be passable as a noble as well. Not that it mattered, any high elf who legitimately believed his look would soon disown his look after what he did. Among other things, his last and most prominent act was that he stole from a noble. Not subtly either! He did it right in front of everyone in the middle of the street and did not make a hasty get away. He teased the fat nobleman with it, insisting that he exercise a bit more. Growing weary of Xolin, the noble order his henchmen after him. That certainly made things more fun! He ran all over town pelleting them with the gold he had lifted from the noble all the while. The thugs got tired well before Xolin was through so he simply threw the whole purse at them and snickered like a child while he simply strolled away. Not long after that he would hear by way of eavesdropping that there was this cliff near the beach, quite mysterious in nature and foreboding. With reckless abandon Xolin ventured out to find said cliff...and here we are. Alas, before he could truly see what this view had to offer, his eyes were very much glued onto the figure of a woman already standing here. It didn't matter her pose or her demeanor, he needed a better view! Backsides are great, but he wants a full view of what sort of bounties this woman may posses. He's seen quite a few good lookin' women so far, and he certainly wouldn't turn down the sight of another piece of eye candy. Now, to get her attention..."Hey, miss? Could ya do me a favor and turn around, that be great." That's one way to do it sure.

Alice herself, in the past, had been the culprit of a few pilfers here and there. In fact, she couldn't entirely promise that she hadn't been pilfering things here and there still. She'd deny it, of course, for the sake of her good name. But you never know. Sometimes rehabilitation isn't all that successful. The world may never know. As she stood there, she had started to hum to herself, an old sea-shanty, if Xolin were to recognize it. Probably not though, since it was one from her own homeland, far from here. Though, there was always the chance that someone might recognize it. For goodness' sake, he might even be from her homeland, as unlikely, and probably impossible as it seemed. A brow raised as she was pulled from her reverie, and she turned, the shanty stoppng mid-hum, making a sort of hiccup noise as she looked at him. Well hello there, cleavage. The corset she wore wasn't on as tight as it could be, since, the lady in question found it more pertinent to be able to move while she looked awesome. And awesome indeed did she look. Though it was slightly looser, it didn't take away from the... pushy-uppyness of the garment. Now that it was in view, though, he probably wasn't looking at the corset itself, it was clear that it was of good make; it was maroon, with the shape of bronze cogs embroisered on the bottom right corner of it. Her hand stayed on her hip, but her leg moved down from the rock it had been resting on, so it wouldn't be an awkward twist as she looked at the other. "Aye, I can be turnin', but what the devil do ye want?"

Xolin did not recognize her little hum at all so she may will him into the list of others who also do not know. That, however, was not what captivated his attention the most. Those luscious chest pillows had all but taken his mind away from his environment entirely. His mind ran wild with ideas in such a shameless fashion that his gaze would obviously reflect it. He wondered what was in the water of Hollow that women must be drinking or if there is something special going on exclusive to women. He hasn't met a ton of women granted, but everyone of them so far looked like their clothing was about to burst at the seems! Not that it was a bad thing. In fact, he was hoping for them to do just that. His ogling would persist even after she posed to him his business, but Xolin was still quite a ways off in his own imagination. Many thoughts were quite...naughty shall we say. Knowing that he would need to speak soon though before she covered herself up, he would do just that "I don't know what your name is woman, but those sweater puppies look like they need to be free!" He wasn't out of his stupor it would seem, but he did pick up a little on her accent so he would follow suit a bit, just to be playful, "A fine lass like yerself...well ya shudn't be out 'here all by ya lonesome!"

Alice caught how his eyes had latched on, and stared right at him. Her face was utterly expressionless, other than a slight twitch of her right eye. Many a man and woman alike had grown to fear this lack of expression on the redhead's face; for her temper was as fiery as her hair was. It was like this that a minute or two passed in complete silence, before it was broken with a loud, boistrous laugh, that resulted in her chest... 'moving' accordingly. Oh, what a relief. It appeared the lady would not be lopping off a hand today. In any case, the laugh was almost obscene the way she let it out. Definitely not completely ladylike. She wiped a tear from her eye with a gloved hand, wheezing as she finally managed to respond. "Cripes, ye bugger, I ain't 'ad a laugh like tha' in a bloody age." She let out another laugh. "Eh heee... damn barry, ye bampot." With a sigh, and a few choice slang words that he may or may not understand, she stopped laughing, though her cheeks remained rosy with her jolly nature. "Yeah, they do have a tendency to pop right inta view, don't they?" She looked down at her bosom with a smirk. "Oh well. Ain't coverin' 'em up any time soon, I like a good breeze."

Xolin was, surprisingly enough, brought out of his first stupor and put into another by her reaction. Alice certainly wouldn't be the first to retaliate at his gaze, he was experienced enough to handle that. He'd even grown accustomed to the occasional cute reaction where they simply cover themselves. Once more, even more recent, was a playful nature that only encouraged him to do more. This response was...unique to say the least. She acknowledged what he was doing, gave a hearty laugh, and simply stayed nonchalant about. The fact that her attitude almost seemed man-ish actually wasn't really all that bad. There was a certain charm to that as well. Even so, this reaction was still new. She wasn't saying he couldn't continue though -not that he would stop anyway- so his eyes would now be allowed the occasional drop to gaze upon them once more, waiting for some more 'movement' from them by any action. With this scene fully processed, he'd wipe his brow in a rather dramatic fashion as if to feign releasing anticipation for her reaction. "Phew! Here I was thinking you might lash out at me! He begins to take a few steps closer, just to gauge her reaction before attempting a potential leap into her womanly cushions...or at least a very hungry grope! No need to rush in full-blown right away, even if she did take his gaze well. "So I gotta know...what's your name? If I'm gonna be ogling you, I should know. After all, it's not 'look at what she's wearing' it's 'look at what those clothes are wearing!' Glad to here you'll keep'em free though." He gives a very sly wink.

Alice snickered yet again at the male. Growing up, she had been raised within a warrior (and damn near barbarian) clan, and was always near her Da and two brothers, trying her hardest to be just like them. Then, of course, her time at sea had raised up her defenses against men being... well. Men. Not to say that all men were pervs, but a whole dang lot of them were, and she just plain didn't care anymore. Not like she had any room to speak, she'd rather uncaringly grabbed a bar-wench's butt or two in her day. What? She couldn't help it if they got the booty. In any case, she allowed for a *momentary* grope, just to let him have a tiny fix, before waving his hands off. "Ey now, don't be rufflin' me feathers, 'er makin' me corset crooked. Might no' be on all the way, but it's still bloody hard to get back on proper." She crossed her arms now, both slightly covering her chest pillows... and lifting them. In this instance, it wasn't on purpose. This time. "And me name? I go by Al, fer the most part, but I've been also called 'Piss-Drunk', 'Mighty Fine', 'The Best Damn Blacksmith You Ever Did See', and 'Get Out Of My Tavern Before I Throttle You'." She smirked agan. "Though, that last one's more o' somethin' I heard in Kelay once or twice, no' really a name."

Xolin 's advance did not seem to be halted or otherwise frowned upon, so he went in for the kill! That is to say, he did his grabbing that he so desired. Mmhmm! If this kind of attention was something Xolin had known she was used to, he'd have tried to find her a long time ago. When she wished for his hands to be removed he did so without complaint. Not solely because she wanted him to mind you, rather, he'd gotten a taste, he could go for more at a later date. When she mentioned that one of her nicknames was 'Mighty Fine' he couldn't help but offer his hand a quick glance. Oh yeah, that works! "Then you can expect me to call you either Al or Mighty Fine. Both of which I think are well suited. Now, I believe it is only customary for me to introduce myself yes? Don't answer that! I'll do it anyway!" He clears his throat. "Then you may call me by my name, Xolin," He does a quick stylish twirl while moving to her side. Once in position, and coming around to face the same direction as her, he holds out his hand in the hopes of coping a firm feel of her backside. Maybe he'll get a little yelp out of her, who knows? "Mischief Extraordinaire!" He adds another wink here for greater effect...though she would only see it if she turned her head.

Alice watched him as he waltzed behind her. Usually, she wasn't a fan of flamboyance. In fact, looking at her past history of males, most of them had been fairly dense hunks of brawn. Then again, the relationships that had lasted longer had been ones with brain... in any case, she wasn't thinking of relationships at the moment, she was more admiring the slight athleticism it would take for him to do his little.. twirlything. A grunt left her full lips , if, of course, his hand made contact with her rump, which she made no attempt to keep from happening. "Xolin it is. And the michief suits ye, methinks." She nodded, her curls bouncing as she did so, though she'd probably assume he'd wished something else had bounced. "Hopefully none too bad fer dear ol' Cenril?" She smirked a tad.

Xolin wasn't a fan for people too flamboyant either...tricks on the other hand could be as show off-y as he liked. The more magnificent the display, the more self-praise he would grant himself. After all, who else was really praising him? Most of his deeds have a tendency to inconvenience others naturally. Of course, Xolin has a tendency to not care either. With that said, his own motivation was all it took to hit his mark upon her rump. Oh he'd never miss woman targets, that's for sure. HEr grunt was a little odd, but he took a couple seconds to get the feel he wanted. Yet again, so nice. With the bouncing hair came disappointment however. How dare her woman bits not move about! They should show more appreciation for his appreciation of her whole figure! Women parts, so hard to please sometimes. "It does suit me doesn't it?" He snickers a bit and props his arms behind his head as if resting against them. "I actually don't do too awful much in Cenril. Even when I do my one rule is that I do not kill while in the middle of a prank or trick...or at least not within the city limits. I mean, what's the point of killing someone? If they were particularly bothersome despite the many chances you give them to wise up, then maybe I could understand. But if they can serve a function to you in the future, why deny them the purpose in life you grant them? They can always be there for your amusement!" An odd outlook no doubt, but he did genuinely believe that killing someone was only meant for extreme scenarios. HE needs people alive to bear witness to his antics! A bunch of dead folks can appreciate him!

Alice would agree with him, that killing was pointless, for the most part. As a seasoned warrior, however, she'd disagree a bit, having more than her fair share of blood on her dainty, feminine hands. Her arms moved as her right hand returned to rest on her hip, while she listened in. He certainly did have an interesting point of view on things... not that she really minded. As for the part about not entertaining dead folk... did that mean he wouldn't entertain a vampire or a ghost, if they asked? In any case, she ended up responding once again. "Try not to cause Cenril too much trouble, y'hear? I been keepin' a quiet eye on that place, I have. Got a soft spot fer it."

Xolin would still consider entertaining an undead or vampire depending on the circumstances, but he meant someone truly dead. As in, not up and walking about still. Regardless, her concern for this place struck him as a bit strange though not entirely unforeseen. She did have the pirate look to her and this was a port city that does seem to have nearly half its inhabitants as less savory individuals. That alone he surmised would not be enough for someone like Alice to take such a keen interest in this place. She must see opportunity here, potential, a glittering jewel, or is even involved in something here. Such business was not his to prod at however, so he would not, though more so because he actually didn't care about her motivations. He would, however, put her mind at ease. "Nothing to fear from me mighty fine! I have no intention of doing anything to this city. It's just so wonderfully chaotic as it is, no need to mess with that!"

Alice grinned, flashing her remarkably white and straight teeth. That was rather odd for a gal who had the whole pirate thing going on... Oh well. She nodded. "Good. Then me rump and rack'll be happy ter see ye whene'er we meet, friend." She gave a playful wink. Now that she knew he wasn't someone she'd be considering an enemy, her already friendly demeanor seemed twce as friendly as before. Well what do you know? It turned out really easy to get along with the admittedly gruff femme fatale. She gave him a once over with her own eyes, now returning the shameless checking-outing. She seemed fairly interested, she hadn't walked off yet. But she pursed her lips. "I'd love ter be stayin' here and feelin' yer hands on things, but I do have some business ter attend to. Here's to hopin' we find eachother again." She gave a little wink, and gave a playful salute, before starting to walk back towards Cenril itself, but making sure to make her hips swayed as she walked. What? She liked the attention.