RP:The Tattooed Girl and Some Anger

Meri is here to do that RP thing guys! As such! Meri enters in her typical boring fashion, the door of the tavern swings open and the woman walks in. She's dressed plainly, wearing a pair of black pants, worn in boots and a cozy and lived in looking black jacket. Those baby blues slide over the faces present as she moves straight to the bar, clutching a beat up looking book to her chest. Once at the bar, the book is placed on the counter and her jacket is shrugged off and hung over the chair she intends to claim as her own. Now that she is no longer in her jacket, her numerous tattoos become apparent. Most prominent are the full-sleeves she has on actual arm, both of them done in bright colors and both of them relating to the sea. The woman plops down into her stool, orders herself a glass of whiskey, opens that book she brought along with her and begins to sketch away using a piece of charcoal.

Kovl cannot help but notice the tattoed woman with a sketchbook as he basks himself in a mug filled to the brim with hot water. The tiny pixie hates the cold, and a nice impromptu hot-mug session is wonderful in this weather. Kovl peeks over the brim of his mug, particularly interested in the woman's motions with charcoal on her book. "Hello," squeaks the artist in a cup. "What are you drawing?"

Tyler had gone unnoticed in the tavern for some time now. The scrawny human relaxing by the fire and doing... well, nothing. However, by the time Meri has made her entrance and found a chair to claim as her own, the man had managed to offend one of the patrons. A long-tusked troll stands nose to nose with the human who is constantly offering his apologies and attempting to take back ignorant remarks. The argument beginning over the troll-hide Tyler is wearing around his arms like some prize. The duo begin moving through the crowded establishment. Tyler pushing chairs over and nearly tripping as he backs away with his hands in a defensive position. The angry barbaric creature has had enough of the man's babbling and offers a swift uppercut that connects with Tyler's jaw. The sound of bone popping on bone echoes through the pub as the illusionist is launched a few feet back and crashes directly on top of Meri's table sending it crashing to the floor with splinters flying about. Mesthak is quick to toss out the aggressor while Tyler remains limp on the table whining like a wounded animal.

Meri ignores the altercation at first. It wasn't her business, she wasn't going to get involved, both parties were told strangers to her. Plain and simple, she was no hero. The whiskey ordered is delivered to her table but it goes ignored, the woman apparently has found a source of inspiration already and is quickly absorbed in her artwork. Artwork that is ruined the moment Tyler is sent crashing into her table. Her features darken considerably, the woman looking down right pissed off. The whiskey occupying her table spills all over her sketchbook and Tyler and there is really little Meri could do to save it. Who cares about the man? Pshaw. The woman is left there, looking rather shocked and holding that piece of charcoal. A deep breath is taken in order to try and keep that temper of hers in check. She manages it, barely, and looks down at Tyler, offering him her free hand to help him to his feet. "Ya alright?"

Kovl immediately is fixated upon the rumble and tumble of the two in the tavern. The five-inch tall pixie lives for drama... and mayhem, and as such, he cannot help but watch the offender as he lies limp on the table. Tiny laughter can be heard from the mug atop the bar, but instead of engaging the victim, the pixie is content observing. Wings tug the tiny form into the air and out of his cup as Meri stands angrily over Tyler. Kovl is lowered to the bartop and watches expectantly at the possible unfurling of rage before him, nearly forgetting entirely of the question he posed to Meri earlier.

Tyler continues rolling about for a moment trying to catch his breath after the blow had knocked the wind straight from his lungs. As he lay there gasping he finds a rather long piece of wood had managed to ride just beneath the skin on his forearm. Gritting his teeth he pulls at the splinter, the grain of the wood tugging against the groove of his meat causing another high-pitched sound to emit from chapped lips. Finally freed, he tosses the sliver and for the first time takes sight of Meri and her extended arm. Eye lids peel back as wide glazed caramel hues take notice of the decorative ink covering the female before him. "Woah.", he mutters beneath his breath as he becomes lost in observation. A quick shake of the head to break free from his mental trap the human would take hold of the offered appendage and pull himself off. "Sorry..." he offers in sincerity as he brushes himself off, catching only a glance of the menacing looking pixie giggling like a school girl from his mug. It isn't long before his eyes adjust back to the tattoo's and he reaches out. "Those are... beautiful. I've never seen such detailed work. Especially on one of my kin." His fingers hover over Meri's arm and his eyes jolt to her own; "Mind if I touch them?" Despite knowing he would only feel flesh, the man still felt as though he needed to rub the artwork covering Meri.

Meri somehow was not entirely put off by Tyler's strange request. The blonde had grown used to all sorts of reactions to her numerous tattoos, be it positive or negative. Tyler's comment is not answered right away, instead pausing to give him a strange look. "Don't even know my name and yer already wantin' to go touchin'? Tsch." she chides Tyler. Now that he was up, she was free to investigate the state of her sketchbook. That one glass of whiskey managed to soak through numerous pages and because of the medium the woman opted to work in, the instant liquid touched the charcoal-drawn art, the pieces are smeared to the point it was impossible to make them out. Kovl gains Meri's attention next, sitting fit to answer the little pixie's question now that trouble was no longer brewing, "Was drawin' a field of flowers but....Looks like I ain't drawin' anythin' in this no more though." She sighs. Those baby blues bounce back to Tyler, finally giving an to his request, "Touch if ya wanna, but it ain't all that special. Just like touchin' any other arm."

Kovl 's laughter increases in volume as Tyler asks to touch Meri's tattoos. The miniscule being interprets Tyler's question as an obvious flirt to the charcoal artist who brought him to his feet. The pixie likes to think he is well educated in the matters of flirting and love, and consequently, Meri's negative response to Tyler's advances only adds to the fun of Kovl's observation. At Meri's explanation, the pixie responds, "A field of flowers, hm? It's a shame that didn't work out. I'd have loved to see it." Kovl's emerald gaze moves to Tyler. "Wouldn't you have loved to see that?" The pixie laughs again.

Tyler's fingers would slowly curl into a half-fist and drop by his side as Meri's tone hints at distaste for the man. His excitement through admiration of the woman's skin is quick to turn to disappointment. Those wide caramel eyes collapse back to narrow dull slits as an idle hand drops to his belt, untying a small bag of 20 silver and placing it in Meri's hands. "For the damaged supplies... It's all I've got." Turning his back to the woman his shoves his hands into his pockets as he approaches the bar and takes a vacant stool. The expression given to Mesthak is one the dwarf hasn't seen in a while, Tyler needed a drink. The man had been off of the poison for quite sometime now but it seemed his recent encounters in Kelay were only drawing more and more bad vibes. Thankfully, his longstanding relationship with the short barkeep has earned the human a near endless tab and a small glass of Vodka mixed with some other drink arrives in front of him. He stares to the contents and picks up a spoon to begin stirring. The pixie is offered a glance and reply, "Yeah... woulda' been great." Attention falls back to the glass. Tapping the spoon against the edge before setting it to the side and raising the glass to his lips. The smell of the vodka hits his nose and Tyler releases a heavy sigh before placing the full drink back on the counter and sliding it to his right before his head falls into his hands in frustration.

Tyler gave 20 silver to Meri.

Skylei enters. It's nothing spectacular, just the usual slipping through the doors of another patron into the arms of the tavern that offers warmth and ale. A half-elf of lithe stance dressed in the usual rangers leathers of her kin; she never did make much of a first impression. She does however manage to edge around the patrons quickly enough to see Tyler hand over all of his coin to a strange woman. And of course, Skylei, being a woman herself, takes an instant dislike to the female who is conversing with her human. Does she know what the conversation is about? Of course not; Skylei merely falls into the role so often filled; the jealous girlfriend. She would slip around the people until she reaches the bar, Sky would tap him gently on the shoulder. It takes all of her effort to keep the accusation out of her voice and act like a rational and sane person would, "What are you doing here; I thought you were still in Chartsend? Who are you talking to? And what are you doing spending our money on… drink, no, what are you doing drinking?!" Smooth move, Sky. Not only have you asserted that what's Tyler's belongs to you as well, you've accused him of being somewhere that he shouldn't be, talking to people he shouldn't. You've got that jealousy -well- under control.

Meri flashes Kovl a small smile as the little pixie expresses his sentiments. Before she has a chance to take that conversation further, Tyler is pressing what little coin he has into her hand. The woman frowns, feeling a little bad. Maybe her words came out a bit more rough than intended? Either way, the woman sighs and follows after Tyler, hellbent on returning that coin to it's rightful owner. And that's when she spots Skylei. Crazy girlfriend? That was the vibe that Meri was getting. Talk about awkward. She was determined though, she didn't want a single coin of Tyler...or Skylei's for that matter. The woman intrudes on their conversation, intent on just ripping this bandaid and getting it over with. An apologetic look is sent to Skylei, as Meri really meant no harm and didn't want to further insight any jealousy! "Look," she says, dropping the coin on the counter, "Don't want yer coin. I can get another. I ain't mad at ya. I ain't blamin' ya. Just mad that it happened is all. That book had years of work in it. Tat designs ideas I got for myself." Like she needed more. "Pieces I done for other people. So ya. Sorry I'm bent about it." If she manages to get all of that out without getting an earful from either Tyler or Skylei, Meri will be -very- quick to make her escape from this scene.

Meri gave 20 silver to Tyler.

Kovl watches Skylei as she lays her stream of questions into Tyler. And what is this? A sister? A lover? Someone controlling over this stranger's life? The pixie smiles at the unveiling of drama before him. He wishes he can stay longer to see what is going on, but alas, he must leave. Kovl motions for Mesthek to empty his mug, before his magical bag shrinks the mug to contain it. "Well, I must leave. Good night." To Meri, the pixie replies, "Then perhaps we shall share artwork sometime." With that, Kovl exits the tavern.

Tyler turns around in his stool, props his elbows to the counter and finds himself regretting the decision to set his drink to the side as he soon finds himself surrounded by an infinite source of dramatics. As Skylei's questions and Meri's explanation begin assaulting his ears the man would close his eyes. His breathing slowing to prevent a potential mental breakdown from stress and anxiety as he quickly appears to become the center of attention. As the woman both finishing speaking he addresses them separately. He, of course, starts with Skylei. "Getting my ass kicked. Been gone for days. A stranger. I didn't drink it. It's nice to see you too, love." His neck snaps towards Meri and he goes on, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Your work is beautiful, I admire it. If you're still in business, I'm interested. Keep the coin, it's the best I can do." His right hand snatching the back as he thrusts it back toward the decorated female and forces it into her hand before placing his elbow on the bar for support once more, eyes rapidly adjusting between the duo.

Tyler gave 20 silver to Meri.

Skylei :: Meri's got it spot on; Sky is in crazy girlfriend mode. As the other woman approaches, Sky looks like the half-elf equivalent of a dog with its hackles raised. Still, she has enough sense to keep her mouth shut and let the woman say her piece; surprisingly enough it's met with approval and Meri is even granted a smile and a nod. So far, so normal. Skylei almost mutters a quiet word of thanks in the blonde's direction as she begins to turn to the bar and order herself a drink. Just as she's beckoned the dwarf back over, and he doesn't look best pleased to see her, Sky catches wind of Tyler's response to Meri. Cue crazy girlfriend behaviour. Dismissing Mesthak rudely, with the wave of her hands and a 'I'll decide in a minute' Sky spins ninety degrees to look at the human. Her words are muttered through barely gritted teeth and all of Skylei's suppressed anger now seems to be, as always, directed Tyler's way "You heard what she said, love. She doesn't want your money."

Meri was determined to settle this debate once and for all. She didn't want the silver, Skylei didn't want Tyler giving away their coin, and Tyler....well he just had to lose this battle of wills if only so Meri can can out of this conversation unscathed. So what does she do? She gives the coin to Skylei. The two lovers can duke it out as far as she is concerned. This is just the abbreviated version of her post typed on her phone since her net is being a twat. But basically Meri backs away from the couple,"I am in business. Maybe we can talk about this later, when ya ain't so busy. If yet lady approves of ya getting ink." That said, she collects her jacket and goes! So sorry for the wait

Meri gave 20 silver to Skylei.

Tyler finds himself with his eyes shut once more and grits his teeth as Meri hands off the pouch to Skylei. The man pondering on his next move for a moment and is rather surprised that he is able to maintain such a mindset for so long, for as soon as Meri makes her leave he turns to look at Skylei. Those eyes of his, usually caring and warm in her presence are tainted with an undeniable ring of emotions. Lips part as the human tries to find his voice though they quickly pull back together as he lifts himself from his seat and begins moving away from the bar, leaving Skylei there alone. As he pushes through the crowd he makes it close to the door before bumping into a draconian man who allows a racial slur and insult to beset him. For the first time, Tyler is the aggressor. He allows no time for the opposing male to think as he brings his right elbow into his gut followed quickly by a punch square to the jaw as the man hunches over in pain. Mesthak begins shouting and threatening Tyler, the man kicks the doors open, his leg engulfed in illusionary flames as he makes his way out and begins moving down the way.

forest

Skylei had had to apologise for Tyler's despicable behaviour to Mesthak and make a sharpish exit before the draconian had decided to seek his vengeance by punching Tyler's woman, a.k.a. her, in the face. She hadn't had much problem keeping pace with him; he might be taller and have longer legs but elf blood granted her superior speed and agility to dodge the drunks that had littered the way. She'd been following him through the forest for a good ten or so minutes before she finally attempts to make contact with him, hoping that whatever had shaken him had done it's time and worn off. Little does she know that the aggravation in this situation is her, and likely her alone. Fortunately she doesn't try to make physical contact with him, as she's too scared that he might offer her a punch to the jaw. Instead she tries a joke; poorly timed and awkward. For some reason, one that she doesn't yet understand she has a bad feeling about this, "What did that poor guy ever do to you, eh?"

Tyler continues through the thick of the forest - the line of sight nearly nonexistent as the darkness shrouds the forest in shadows. As he hears Skylei behind him his aggravation grows stronger and her joke seems to be well enough to push him over the edge. Turning on his heel his eyes glow through the night with a bright aura as mana runs through his veins. The human shouting out to his beloved, "Do you stop to think, for once!, that I might have a mind of my own?" Slowly, flames begin to lick at his fingertips as his muscles tense. "I've been gone for days, and you've only just noticed? Why the hell are you down here? What have you been doing? Who have you been with!?" His questions obviously rhetorical as Tyler plants his right foot in front of him and crouches down into a combative position. "Stop *explicit*ing thinking your the only one in this thing!" The shout rings out through the forest as Tyler swiftly twists into the air with his left leg coming down in a heavy arc engulfed in flames and aimed directly for Skylei's shoulder blade.

Tyler shouted, "*The sounds of a man shouting can be heard near Larket and Kelay*"

Skylei :: How quickly can emotions turn on their head? Skylei goes from cracking awkward jokes to burning like a furious inferno. And she would be quite literally blazing if Tyler has his way. Whilst that kick hits her shoulder blade and sends her flying forward, those flames do little damage; she knows they're not real, or at least suspects so. Illusionists should learn never to give their tricks away - especially to their nearest and dearest. Pulling herself from the ground, Sky would walk straight back up to the human so she is literally shouting in his face, "Xalious! With Josleen! Her mother is seriously unwell, there are bloody bandits on the trade routes imposing tolls on every bloody caravan, not to mention the snow that's everywhere up there and they don't have enough food to go round properly never mind proper medical supplies!" Skylei burns with rage and that manifests itself in an almost identical way to Tyler's fury. Tiny sparks flicker from her finger tips, though hers are quite real. For once, it's the half-elf who has her temper under control and no fully formed flames burst forth from her palms… yet. The next question is growled furiously as she continues to stare him in the face, "What are you doing in Kelay?"

Tyler pays little mind to Skylei's explanation of her occupation of the lawless town. His breathing is frantic and heavy as the whites of his eyes have completely vanished leaving only a bright illuminating blue and the usual caramel colors to peer at his fiancee through the shadows of the night. She questions him again and a snarl falls upon his complexion. "Stealing! Killing! Enslaving! Raping! What the hell does it matter!?" His voice is full of spite as he launches his next assault. Elbows fold behind his back as his left arm burns with flames once more while the right swiftly freezes over in ice. Both open palm hands are thrust toward Skylei's stomach with as much force as the human can muster.

Skylei can't be hurt by Tyler's magic. Has the illusionist forgotten that she is privy to his dirty little secret, his trick of the trade, his pièce de résistance? She knows that there's nothing behind his tricks and so, when fire and ice meet Sky's flesh, she feels nothing. Except she doesn't feel nothing. She's in complete and utter agony. Her insides feel as though they are melting, her head feels close to exploding and angry tears are bubbling up inside her. The fire in her heart and the sparks at her fingertips extinguish as though they never burned. This is the man she loves, the man she has committed to spend the rest of her life with and he seems to be deadest on causing her agony. She almost, for a split-second wishes that the fire would burn her, ice would freeze her and the pain would manifest physically rather than mentally. This is torture and she cannot bear it. And so, intent on making him stop, quelling his vile words and ending these agonising actions against her body, meaningless as they may be, she lifts her left fist and aims a square punch to his jaw with an agonised and agonising scream.

Tyler's neck snaps to the left as Skylei's blow connection sending a small trail of blood flinging from a busted lip to the dead leaves and ice below. He staggers, his knees buckle and his left hand catches his weight as he collides to the ground. I guess the debate was settled, Sky indeed had more muscle than her other half. His visage remains hidden as his head stays down and the man's breathing seems to slow. The forest has fallen silent and it is presumed Tyler has surrendered before Skylei. This isn't the case. His neck suddenly snaps back to place his visage in view of Skylei once more. He can't hurt her physically, he will have too mentally. His complexion is destroyed. Tyler's eyes are gone. Scratches have peeled the flesh from his face and maggots burrow in his cheek. His voice comes out in a gargled cry as blood falls from ripped vocal chords. Decayed hands grab at his own through and mouth, trying to stop the pain as the man cringes before Skylei. He falls to his back, a flash of light, his body now hangs from a noose by a tree branch just before the woman, another flash and the unaltered man now sits before Skylei staring up at her. His breathing still heavy and rasp though the mana in his eyes has vanished. A shaking hand reaches up and grabs hold of Skylei's pinky. He can't speak. He tugs at it before shifting to take hold of her entire hand, attempting to pull her down to sit in front of him.

Skylei :: For once Skylei doesn't want to be the victor. She doesn't want to hurt him, she just wants the pain she feels to stop. And just when she thinks it might be over he finds a new way to torture her already damaged mind. First she sees him rotting before her eyes, a dead man, a reanimated corpse pulled from underneath the ground to torment her eyes. She feels nauseous, beyond nauseous, as though her body is rejecting her internal organs and wants to push them out of its interior via her throat. Her hands make haste to her gullet to ensure that she is not decomposing as his is as the sickening sound of gurgling blood meets her ears. Briefly blinded, the next scenario is worse. Cold, limp and lifeless, she sees his body as though he has been hung for his crimes, or worse chosen to end it all. Any sanity that she had left has fled and she simply stares at it for the moments it exists. Even after that flash of light she stays, stock still staring in the direction that the corpse had been suspended. Skylei is easily pulled to the ground. Her entire body is shaking, though whether it is from the cold or induced by Tyler's mental torture is unclear. Though physically unbroken, the half-elf is utterly destroyed mentally. The tears that threatened to fall so easily earlier are gone, the anger couldn't be further from her face and all that remains in the place of Skylei is a stoic, shaking creature.

Tyler stares at Skylei's shaken form as she sits before him, the blank glare upon her mortified face causing his stomach to churn a bit. But then, it hits him. A wicked smirk appearing across the mans visage as he laughs. Only a bit at first, though it is quick to turn into a full blown bit of hysterical-maniacal laughter. He lays on his back, eyes cast toward the heavens as he continues to find humor in the entire situation before finally calming down. As he struggles to catch his breath and fight off the giggles he calls out, "That felt good." He relishes the moment. Thoughts of all the times Skylei had embarrassed him, degraded him and even assaulted him mixing with the feeling of sweet victory and vengeance. "Real good." He mutters again. Sitting up he turns towards Skylei and grins. A quick (softish) slap brought to her cheek as he cries out "Snap the hell out of it girl.", he then lunges with his palms placed on her shoulders forcing her to the ground while he climbs on top of her and stares down. He bites his lip, and then leans down, and promptly places a heavy kiss upon her lips.

Skylei doesn't move. She doesn't respond. There's a flickering of her eyes towards his as he begins to laugh, but behind those stormy grey's there is nothing. No anger, sorrow, laughter or love. The emotionless shell just sits there and stares at him in impassive silence. The only sign that she's alive is the blink of eyelids and the slow, ever-so-slow, rise and fall of her chest. A slap hits her cheek and she gives him nothing. There are no smiles. No tears. No laughter and no movement in her limbs that isn't dictated by him. She doesn't even respond to his kiss. This is a broken creature.

Tyler seems a bit confused as Skylei doesn't respond to his affection. The human's eyes widen as he leans back to take in her face as reality slaps him. All ties that were bound between the wood elf and the man seemed null now as Skylei no longer lay present on the Forest floor. Fear sets in, though only for a moment. For within that moment, the golden needle in Tyler's pocket begins to burn, sending a rush through his body that allows greed, pride and a craving for raw power to take over the human that is Tyler. The worried stare shifts to a crooked grin as he whispers low to the shell before him. "My, my... the roles have changed." He moves his index fingers to either side of the woman's head, placing them on her temples. The mana returns, pouring from the man as he chuckles once more and allows a single phrase to escape cracked lips; "You are mine."

Skylei doesn't notice the expressions that flicker across Tyler's face. She remains dead to everything around her. It's as though she is existing on a separate plane to everything that's in reality, and everything that is real seems as though it is beyond her reach. That conscious part of her body; the soul and the mind have been buried deep in her consciousness leaving her as a void. But not just any void. As Tyler's twisted mind has quickly ascertained, she is not just an empty space but a vessel. Something that can be programmed, manipulated, tamed and used. And he intends to do just that. As soon as his fingers make contact with her temples it is though her being is being recalculated, lessons relearnt, values re-established even personality rebuilt through his desires for her. Eventually her eyes would lose the glaze that had clouded them and she would look to Tyler, a smile on her face. Her hands would fall to his and she would ask him a question, "Are you okay, love? Did I fall and hit my head?"

Tyler can't help but allow another chuckle to escape his lungs as Skylei regains control of her thoughts. The man picking himself up from the top of her and aiding her to her feet. "It was nothing, sweet heart. Just a mere bump in the road." He extends a hand for her to take. "Let's get out of the cold and warmed up by the fire in the tavern. I've a feeling we've a few things to talk about now." He grins and leans in, kissing her once more.

Skylei would take his hand willingly and pull herself to her feet. A hand reaches to her shoulder blade that had earlier taken the force of his leg and rubs at it, "Ouch, it feels like it was quite a fall." Sky would look upwards and blush with embarrassment, "Oh gods, I didn't fall out of tree, did I? Anyone would think I wasn't part elf…" There are no complaints on her behalf on whatever he wants to do. She simply presses himself against his side as she is apt to do and looks up to his face, happily receiving his kiss. Anyone would think the girl holding Tyler's hand was Skylei Lucindio…

Tyler has never felt more powerful than this very moment. A permanent smile plastered across his face as he holds his beloved so closer to allow a tender embrace between the two. He accepts this moment, for once, feeling no guilt for his evil. The one person who had managed to keep him from walking this path now stands by his side ready to walk the line with him. His eyes close as it all sinks in, another kiss placed on the woman's forehead. His fingers interlace with her own and he whispers "Let's go home, love." before making his way out of the forest and back toward the tavern ready to explain to Mesthak that everything was just a big misunderstanding.