ιѕαвєℓα (rivaini) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-09-01 10:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: isabela, ₴ inactive: kady orlaff-diaz |
WHO: Isabela & Kady
WHAT: Meeting after Kady finishes a shift and Isabela somehow accidentally cheers her up a little
WHERE: Dorian's Gray Room
WHEN: Today? IDK
WARNINGS: No!
STATUS: Complete
After a bout of injuries that, quite frankly, were a Maker-forsaken pain (literally) - it was high time for Isabela to step out and have some fun. She’d recovered decently from all these little bumps and bruises, those hurt ribs and a fractured arm and some nasty lacerations that required stitches - the aforementioned arm was out of the sling she’d been careful to keep it in, and she’d done everything the doctor told her to do. She also hadn’t resorted to magical healing to speed things along because she refused to take the lazy way out. Plus while it was frustrating having to lay around so much, Diego fussing about her was a bit amusing so that made up for it. A little. But now she was free and wanted to go for a bloody drink. There was no Hanged Man here in Vallo, sadly - but nothing could compare to that particular spot in shitty Kirkwall. The best table in the joint, Varric’s table. It was round, lacking corners to bang into when you were unsteady on your feet, plus secluded enough to stay out of the line of fire from the streets (that happened sometimes), accessible enough so that you didn’t need to stumble over anyone else’s drunken brawls to get to it. And also shadowed enough to discourage attention that wasn’t welcome. She missed the stench of ale, stale sweat, and fatty meat smoke that was underlaid with the scrubbed-over traces of old blood and vomit. A pity most taverns here in Vallo didn’t have those features. But this magic club, Dorian’s, seemed to be a decent place to stop in. Wearing a gold shimmering tank top, leather pants, and a bandana that held black hair back away from her face, she headed inside feeling better than she had in weeks. After she ordered one of those color-changing drinks, she decided to see who she could chat up - the brunette with classic features and ‘fuck off’ practically stamped on her forehead, that seemed a good gamble. “Hello there,” Bela grinned, scooting down to lean against the bar all invitingly and look amazing while holding a neon-colored beverage. “Think I saw you at the calendar photoshoot thing.” With Vallo sending Julia home--probably. Was Kady supposed to be hopeful that’s where her friend went? Because she wasn’t. Hopefully Julia had headed off to some other world and never needed to deal with whatever bullshit their futures were supposed to be. Wanting any of them to go home seemed like some kind of life sentence and she wasn’t about to wish for it. It sucked not having her best friend around, though thankfully they had made up months before and actually got to be friends before Julia disappeared. Didn’t mean Kady didn’t miss her though. Not that she was going to wallow in that fact. Pushing down her emotions was a much better course of action. At least in her mind anyway. Her shift was over at Dorian’s, but she’d stuck around, not needing to head back to the sanctum anytime soon. She was nursing the same drink she’d ordered a few minutes before, not wanting to go back down that path of blackout drunk that she’d been on more times than she could count. Kady looked over at the woman who’d spoken to her. She didn’t recognize her--not that she recognized many off the network--but bringing up the calendar shoot meant she was most likely an Outlander. “Probably did, yeah.” “Ooh, I thought so! You’re gorgeous,” Bela complimented - she wasn’t really flirting (alright, maybe a little - but she appreciated the aesthetics a woman had to offer just as much as those offered by men and it wasn’t as if she’d follow through on anything) but simply wanting to sing the praises of someone who certainly deserved to have her face available for a wall pin-up. “Which animal did you have? Me, I posed with a serpent. It was quite sexy.” And the serpent in question had been friendly - perfectly willing to let her lie on him and embody the very picture of nubile pin-up queen herself. “I’m Isabela, by the way - “ she introduced herself with a beatific smile, almost rivaling the glow of her drink. “Fresh off being recovered from the latest bullshit. Thought I’d come out and live a little.” Now that she wasn’t a broken and bloodstained mess - ugh, what a drag. Usually she didn’t fare so terribly - battle was something she knew intimately, and had for quite some time. Maybe, during that occasion, she just had been having an ‘off’ kind of day. Kady arched a brow at the compliment. It wasn’t too surprising, she’d gotten several of them already through the night from people that were far drunker than the woman before her. But this one seemed more appreciative, maybe even genuine. Whatever, Kady knew she was hot. “A cat.” At least she thought that was what she’d had. It was all a blur. “One of my friends had a squirrel.” Because that wasn’t random at all for a calendar. Though Jake had taken the thing in as a pet. “Kady.” There was no smile. “I’m going to guess you mean earlier in the month and not that singing bullshit we had a week ago.” Though it wouldn’t have surprised her in the least if someone had managed to injure themselves with all of the dancing. A squirrel? Well, that was a cute little woodland creature - the calendar seemed to have turned out well, so Isabela wouldn’t judge. Apparently they’d be available for purchase soon - or already were? Balls, it was hard to keep up with fifty-thousand things going on at the same time. “I can’t wait to see your friend be a forest nymph,” she chuckled, taking a swig from her drink - not very ladylike, but she didn’t quite care. The beverage was a switch from her usual dark rum, which she often brewed herself - it tasted like a tropical locale, a real delight with the rush that came from the sugar cane juice and the cinnamon-burn of it all. But nothing wrong with something that was flashing neon electric as well. “Oh, no, I didn’t get caught up in singing,” she waved that off. “That was quite odd though - everytime I think that this place can’t get any more quirky, it proves me wrong.” Either with an ancient monster awakening to suck the island down into its cave trap by absorbing all life force (fun) or with cheerful, chipper dancing in the streets mere weeks later. Honestly, she shouldn’t be surprised at this juncture. What was actually stopping to deal with all the nonsense that happened to them? Bela didn’t know that concept. They never got a chance to do such things in Thedas either. “But no, I got banged up during the Interitus thing. Got in plenty of good hits and did a lot of stabbing though, so I suppose it wasn’t a complete failure.” “If I’ve learned anything, it's that it can always get quirkier.” Worlds seemed to like to one up themselves on their ridiculousness. No doubt the animals would get in on the singing next time and they’d all be followed around like Disney princesses or something the next time. Which, put her in a coma for the week if that’s what happened. “I sat that shit out with the latest big bad.” By choice and technically also by force. Kady could fight without her magic, but getting closer to the thing that sucked magic from others didn’t seem like the best idea. No point in needlessly feeding it and letting it get stronger. Plus the others had managed to handle it well enough. “I’d say any time you walk away alive is a win.” “Aye, isn’t that the truth,” Bela huffed, taking a sip from her glass. “Been in a bunch of hairy situations before - demons, city on fire, a mage war, that sort of thing. Had a few close calls but haven’t met the Maker yet.” And she didn’t plan to anytime soon - there was still too much to do. Sailing the glory of the seas, wide open, even though they weren’t actually all that open because once you got past the point of no return, Vallo magic bunged you back in an uncomfortable sort of jolt - she would know she’d tried before. Not that she wanted to sail away, necessarily - but the idea of exploration called to her and she itched for more than what was just beyond her line of vision. Mostly she just didn’t like being caged in either, but that was a whole other story. She pulled up a stool at the bar, adjusting her sparkling top so it better accommodated those glorious tits. “So what else do you do for fun, then? When you’re not posing with kittens or what have you?” Isabela could use more things to do. A bored pirate just didn’t bode well for others. What did she do for fun? Nothing that she used to do, but nearly dying from a drug overdose meant she wasn’t as keen to pursue that any longer. “Throw drunk assholes out of here.” Which okay, was her job, but she loved doing that. Who didn’t like the power trip that came with being able to remove jerks from one’s surroundings? “Ride bikes. Do magic.” Live her life without having to work with the others to fix whatever it was that they had broken this time around. Not deal with the constant depressing status of the others from her world. It was the little things that helped. “You?” That’s what she was supposed to ask, wasn’t it? Conversations were not her favorite thing, but this one wasn’t too bad. At throw drunk assholes out of here, Isabela laughed; it was silky cream and the sweet temptation of liquor. She was distinctly amused, what could she say. “Do you mean literally throw them out?” she wanted to know, hoping that the answer was yes. But, hmm, let’s see - what did she do for fun? An intriguing question to have to answer, when it was turned on herself. “I’ve got a ship,” she beamed. “Called the Siren’s Call II. I also brew my own rum and take people out for cruises with plenty of alcohol - for a price, of course. There are some nice spots around the islands here. And I like a good dagger-throwing session - or anything with any blade, I’m not picky. Just as long as it’s sharp and I can put the pointy end into someone. Or something.” The cicadas had been good target practice, and she anticipated that something else would pop up eventually to sate her thirst for violence and destruction. “Literally throw them out when I need to.” It was why she’d taken the job. Plus Nick was easy enough to work for. The pay was good, her hours were hers to choose. What wasn’t there to like? And it gave her something to do and focus on. As much fun as it was to not work, that got old rather quickly for her. Too many internal demons that kept trying to haunt her too. The ship and cruise were interesting enough though. Kady hadn’t explored much beyond the city. She preferred being outside of the forest and all it entailed, but she hadn’t considered the beaches and beyond. Maybe she should. “I’ll have to look into your cruises. Could be something different to do.” “I’ve done the ax throwing thing here.” And was it the smash place where you could smash different objects with hammers or something like that? Ax throwing was a delight - Isabela was all for that. She was always looking for other friends (ladies especially - there was just something enticing about letting go of frustrations with female solidarity happening at the same time) to throw things with. Or smash things with. And now that she was all recovered from her injuries, she was fit and ready to get back out there and live her best life. “Well, I’ll send you some info on my beautiful ship and the cruises,” she offered, pulling her mobile device free from where she had it stashed in her top (these trousers were a little too tight to be putting things in them) and making herself a little reminder note. “You can bring whomever you’d like, or just come yourself. And if you ever want to go ax throwing, let me know. I’ve rigged up my own homemade dagger-throwing station - we do that in the woods sometimes - but the actual spot for the city for it is fun as well.” She remembered Diego had organised a nice party there for his brother-in-law, before he actually became Diego’s brother-in-law - so there were good memories associated with the spot. It couldn’t hurt to do things with other people, right? Well, no, it definitely could, but Kady could almost hear Julia’s voice in her head nagging her to do shit with other people. And if this turned out to be a shit idea she could just ignore that little voice the next time. So it was practically win-win. “I’m always up for ax throwing.” It was out there now. If it happened, then it happened. If it didn’t then it wasn’t a huge loss. “But get me the info about the cruises and I’ll see if they’re something I’d be tempted to do.” At least once she would probably want to give it a go. Didn’t mean it had to happen more than once. How exciting! As much as Isabela loathed these mobile devices sometimes (sorry, but they were just so loud unless you remembered to silence them or smashed them onto the floor) she had to admit that they had their uses. “Sure thing, kitten,” she winked - and that wasn’t so flirtatious (again, maybe a little) since she called many pretty ladies by that moniker. Kittens had claws though, and she had a feeling this one certainly did. “I’m glad to have met you - so many people come and go, it’s hard to keep up. But I’ve been here awhile so hopefully I’m in for more adventures yet.” She lost Hawke (sad) and Anders (good riddance) and other friends along the way - but she kept going because there was still a lot of good about Vallo, so focusing on that was likely in her best interest instead of hemming and hawing about bullshit she couldn’t change. Sloshing the rest of her drink, she finished it up and decided she’d order another - then maybe cut herself off at two, since she was still a little woozy in general from the various medications. “Next time you can show me your magic, maybe! I do love a mage who is good with their hands,” she grinned. “We’ll see,” Kady replied, shaking her head at the flirtation. It was some harmless fun but her time at the club was dwindling down. She probably needed to make sure Cleaver had some food and water, maybe even let him run around in his ball for a bit. And someone needed to try and keep the fridge demon in check. She was due for some rocky road ice cream from the freezer. Kady canted her head toward Isabela before pushing off of the bar. “You know where to find me.” She slipped out into the crowd without another word, feeling a little less dreary than she had before. |