Who: Michelle Arainai and Zevran What: Practice Where: Guildhall in NOLA When: Tuesday night-ish Warnings: Hmm, let me thi--YES.
Michelle had been gone for seven years, but it didn't feel like more than a few months passed by around here. She assumed it was because in this world, only a few months HAD passed since her departure from the world. Or perhaps time just crawled by like the water in the bayou. In any case, she got her elf back, and they had a night of marital bliss, but she couldn't let the bliss of matrimony sidetrack her from her more important obligations. She'd been taught by her team back home that a daily practice could be the difference between living and dying. So in the evening, when most everyone in Guildhall was either on jobs or settled in for a night, she took control of a practice room in the basement, just above the sub-basements which held their vast troves of treasure. She set up a dancer's pole in the center of the room, set a half dozen targets up, and a boombox was set in the corner, which held her mp3 player.
She started dancing at the start of her music, a slow, tantalizing movement which was more fluid than anything her 5'2" frame should have been. It was between belly dancing, erotic dance, and the pure bodily distortions that yoga masters taught their pupils. She swung around the pole with a small, and dark smile, climbing it with ease before taking out her hair, letting it fall free from the sticks that held it up, and tossed the sticks with expert precision straight into the eyes of the silhouetted human shape of the target, before she spun down to the floor, slipping back up to her feet, where she traced her fingertips down her body, arching her back to the bass beat of the song, her lips parted for heavy breathing. She wasn't even slightly out of breath, not yet. She was just getting warmed up. With a slow movement from her chest, down to her stomach, she unsheathed another knife that was settled on her hip and she brought it up to her mouth, flicking her tongue over the frighteningly sharp blade, before she did a one handed backflip to another target, and, while still to the beat, she stabbed it in the heart, blowing it a kiss and winked at it before dancing back into place, tossing her hair back.