Shadows of the Past((Closed RP))

[FeyChild]

“That’s fiiiiine….” Liaena commented loftily, raising her eyebrows at the nervous elf, who was all too keen on putting forwards her petition for staying-out-of-it-please. “…I want you to stay out of the way, anyway. ‘S bad enough to have to have one person Serphia hates in the room, I don’t need another as well”

Glancing out of the window again to try get a vague idea of how much time had passed, Liaena guessed it was somewhere in the small hours in the morning as she looked back at the Night Elf. “It’s pretty late, isn’t it? There’s probably a couch, or something in one of the other rooms, if you want to get some sleep”

Climbing down from her chair and opening the door to the main bedroom containing Serphia, Liaena crossed the carpeted floor to open and shut a few more doors before she found one leading to a small sitting room, with a sofa and some easy chairs. “There”

Serphia…fast asleep as she was, there was very little way of telling the state she was in due to the alcohol, or exactly how much of a good mood Falere was producing. She did seem to be smiling in her sleep, which Liaena took to be a good thing as she pushed and pulled the Captain to gingerly arrange her into a more dignified position on the pillows, before pulling a thin silk coverlet over her to hide her nakedness – Liaena didn’t care if the captain didn’t have a problem with it, she had a problem with it – and backed away before the elf could start sniffing up her scent too much like she had done back at the house.

There was a small breakfast-like table next to the window in the bedroom, and Liaena sat down in one of the chairs pulled up to it, producing a few sheafs of parchement and the stub of a pencil out of the satchel lying to one side. Licking the lead, she looked back to Rithrynn with a grin. “…and if you hear furniture breaking, I recommend the window as a very good escape route. Good luck getting past your friends on the gate though…but it’d probably be easier than dealing with Serphia, dontcha think?”

Frowning down at the parchment in front of her, the girls brow creased as she thought back, before starting to scribble short bulleted points in her spidery handwriting. “…I can’t believe I have to re-write all my recipes. That bitch”

“….ah well, I can always improvise…”

[Rithy]

"U-huh... "

"Well... " Rithrynn stood in the doorway, staring into the room with Serphia and Liaena before nodding at the little girl.
"Good luck!"

And with that, Rithrynn closed the door to the small living room. Even though the sofa inside of it was nowhere near as good as the royal bed that Serphia was currently occupying, it did look mightily delightful as the Night Elf had spent the majority of the last few days awake, and not to mention having spent a of stamina, both by dealing with assassins and... Naliyah.
Moving through the room, Rithrynn checked the sofa carefully; before promptly swinging around and slumping down on it, letting out a sigh of relief as she let her body rest on the soft cushions of the sofa. It felt heavenly to finally be able to lie down and just rest.

But as she let the calm and serenity fill her body, she still kept one ear open; so that if Liaena's negotiations with Serphia went bad, at least Rithrynn would have a warning.

*

After a few hours had passed, Serphia finally began to move; the Captain slowly drifting back into the land of the waking from her deep slumber. After shifting a little around through the silk sheet, she eventually stretched her body around; letting go of a long yawn as she moved one elbow beneath her to support herself.

"What a night... "

Unlike other nights, Serphia felt strangely OK, her brain much more clear and with a distinct lack of aching after a night of consuming what had been a presumably large amount of alcohol. Not that she had exactly been counting the glasses. Or was it jugs? Eyes shut together tight with sleep, the Captain moved a hand up to her face to rub out the sleep from her eyes. "That wasn't as bad as it could have been... "

But as Serphia was slowly waking up; Falere, whom had been sitting still and waiting, suddenly shot back into life as she heard her Captain's voice; beginning to move about.
"Mistress! You're awake! Thank the goddess; I'm here! I'm here! By all that's divine, help me out!"
With renewed hope of escape, Falere sprawled into action; kicking, punching and rolling around as much as she could. The Captain was finally awake. Surely she would notice her and then she would be able to escape her oversized ass and wreak havoc and rightful vengeance upon the little midget?!
"I'm here!!"

As Serphia sat up in her bed, shoving away the silk sheet; she felt a strange sensation. A funny, odd, but also quite comfortable tingling coming from her butt, as Falere; unbeknownst to Serphia; was desperately flailing around inside of her ass in hope of getting noticed. And she was being noticed!
A smile formed around Serphia's mouth as the sensation continued as she sat on the bed. Leaning a little forward, Serphia gently wriggled her butt around on the bed, letting the tiny, mysterious tingling sink a little further up inside of her; and the further up it went, the more enjoyable it all became as the tingling became more intense.

"Mistress! Nooo! It's me! Falere!" Falere cried out in desperation as the tiny Night Elf found herself slowly but steadily sliding further and further up inside of Serphia's large bum at a steady pace, and only kicked, jumped and wriggled harder for every inch of the way, doing her best to avoid going deeper, but every movement out was only returned with a powerful push back up inside.
"Stop! Stop! That's not where I want to go! That's not where I want to go!"

But Falere's moans for help never reached her Captain, as whatever few words that ever made it out of her ass was little more than a faint, inaudible noise as she moved it happily around. Serphia closed her eyes, enjoying herself as she sat on the edge of the bed.

... until she opened her eyes, and suddenly saw Liaena, sitting by a table just on the opposite end of the room.

...

Serphia instantly stopped, sitting entirely still. Her smile evaporated within the blink of an eye, to be replaced by a pale, lifeless stare as her silvery eyes suddenly zoomed in on the little human girl. The joy on her face was instantly replaced with hostility and suspicion as she glowered at the human. She didn't say anything. A couple of seconds passed where Serphia simply observed Liaena, studying her, the room, and their surroundings. But eventually, the Captain's lips moved again, as she opened her mouth to speak, her words carrying a long threat of doom with them.

" ... ten seconds, human."

[FeyChild]

"Good luck!"

“Thanks….” Liaena said dryly as the elf backed off rapidly from the ‘scene of the crime’ as it were, clearly very keen to make herself scarce. “…you think I’m going to need it?”

-SLAM-

The door shut fast enough on Rithrynn to not hear the little humans comment. Liaena pursed her lips as she frowned at the door dubiously. “…forget Rithrynn, I think I’m going to need it. I wonder, do all elves have such a short term memory as Rithrynn, or is it just her? It couldn’t hurt, certainly”

Turning back to her work with a shake of her head, Liaena pulled a flask out of her satchel to unscrew the lid and take periodic sips as she bent over her work. It was clearly coffee, as any one might tell by the smell. The girl had no obvious plans to sleep that night as she sat there, letting the sky slowly lighten as Serphia obliviously snored. One wondered how anyone in her squad could ever sleep through that. Maybe they grew accustomed to it.

ZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ….

Liaena had long since finished her work, ‘her work’ being; piercing together recipes from memory after the scourge of her precious research by Falere, who while woefully incompetent in oh-so-many-ways had achieved at least one major thing to irritate the human. Having thrown all loose parchment back into her bag in no semblance of order, the girl idly twiddled her pencil between her fingers as she looked out at the weak light of morning.

“ZZZzzzZZ…mmmmhmm, hehe….”

“…..”

Carefully reaching down to place the pencil in her satchel, Liaena pushed the bag further under the table and out of sight with her foot as she sat there, studiously not reacting to the reawakening tiger in the room. It was out of the corner of her eye that she observed Serphia – the behaviour of whom, Liaena had to fight the urge to laugh maniacally and ruin her poker face. “See? Bitch? I knew you’d please your Captain!”

And then…the tiger turned towards her. Liaena arranged her face into a neutral expression, adding appropriate touches of humility as the captain loomed over her. One would have hoped that early morning lovin’ with Falere would have taken the edge off, but nooo she was pissed. " ... ten seconds, human."

“Charming. As ever.”

“…would you like some breakfast?” Liaena enquired mildly.

The door edged open right on cue, emitting a young woman clutching a tray, quailing on glimpsing the massive Night Elf before Liaena waved her impatiently inside. The tray, which she slid onto the coffee table Liaena was sitting at was laden down with crusty rolls, cold pork, cold chicken, sliced fruit cake, iced pastries and a flagon of moonberry juice. The girl shot one final look at Serphia – then fled for the door as though her life depended on it, quickly disappearing.

Eyeing the selection all over, the girl was privately quite pleased with what had appeared. She had after all, chosen the location partially on the basis of their catering and they seemed to have certainly delivered on that. Liaena waved a hand over it to indicate the variety vaguely, before giving Serphia a questioning look.
“You didn’t tell me what you liked last night, so…”

[Rithy]

"Is this supposed to be a game?" Serphia inquired in a dreadfully apathetic tone as she gazed at Liaena, seeming to be neither impressed nor pleased by the prospect of being served breakfast. After all, you would normally have to be very stupid to accept anything edible from an infamous potion-witch that clearly held ill-intentions towards you the day before. If this was a trick, then the human was doing a very bad job.

The Captain was still sitting in her bed, studying both the girl and the room. It was quiet, peaceful, and definately of high class. Or at least high human class. The Captain was suspicious. What was the girl planning on? She had no obvious defense; Serphia could easily have thrown Liaena out of the window for all she cared. But perhaps an attack was what Liaena wanted? As her eyes scanned across the room, Serphia spotted multiple doors. And each door could hold an untold number of the human's friends who'd come at her at first sound of trouble.
But the prospect of being trapped in a room paled in comparison to the greater mystery; or more specifically; the question about where the hell the rest of her warband was?

When she had begun drinking, she had been in the High Elf's house, surrounded by her warriors, and with Liaena; the girl now sitting infront of her; under strict guard.

Things were NOT where they should be...

"What are you doing outside of your room? I assigned Falere to guard you. Where is she?" Serphia asked, eyes now returning to Liaena.
"Or more to the point; where am I? How did I get here? And which day is it?"

This was not the first time that the Captain had started drinking and woken up in a completely different place.
But it was unlikely that her entire warband would have let her walk out of the mansion; they weren't all drunk! And what more, the human; whom she had clearly locked up earlier, was now with her the moment she had woken up. How long had she been there?

And Falere, where was she in all this?!
She had one job!

ONE JOB!

To guard the stupid midget and make sure that she did not escape or do something royally retarded. Which she had done now.

"Falere, once I find you again, I swear by Elune that there's going to be hell to pay!"

"You realize that the reason why you are still alive and breathing is because I have questions to ask you, right?" Serphia uttered with a cold voice as she stared at Liaena's face, her expression seemingly revealing the Captain's train of thoughts where she considered all the possible ways she could kill Liaena the moment she decided to.
The strange yet comfortable feeling coming from her butt had still not subsided, and the Night Elven Captain shuffled subtly around on her buttocks as she sat on the bed; eyes still not leaving Liaena even for a moment. Deep inside, she felt the urge to smile at the sensation, but through centuries of standing in line; her face remained as hard as rock in the presence of the human girl.

[FeyChild]

"You realize that the reason why you are still alive and breathing is because I have questions to ask you, right?"

“….no wonder you people are hermits. Got a way with words, dontcha?”

The little human mostly had an air of confusion about her as she stared back at Serphia; which was no mean feat, the presence of any emotion rather than sheer terror from anyone who was not-so-subtly being threatened with death by the hulking Night-Elf had got to be a rare occasion. “don’t you remember…?”

Upon receiving the anticipated death glare from Serphia, Liaena bit her lip nervously, visibly performed a mental shrug before starting her story afresh. “Well…I haven’t actually been in my room since about ten oclock yesterday morning…”

From Serphia’s apparent confusion over the date, Liaena quickly realised that that would not be sufficient. Why some people felt the need to pickle their brain in alcohol, she would never understand. (There were so many more efficient ways of going about it) “…which would be an hour after you arrived. Tuesday.”

Leaning over, Liaena grabbed an item off the platter entirely at random without looking or taking her eyes off the angry tiger – or in this case, Night Elf – in the room. It turned out to be an iced bun, which was good as not only did the act indicate lack of tampering, but she actually wanted to eat the results. The girl bit off a mouthful, chewing and swallowing before continuing, giving Serphia time to digest her previous words.

“So, if Falere was saying I was there, she must have been lying to you. To save face or – or to hide her incompetence. Which makes sense. If someone can’t even keep an eye on me”

Liaena gestured up and down at herself at that point, attempting to encapsulate the general: human girl. Yup, ordinary human girl. Do I look like a warrior, magician or infiltration specialist to you? – look to all and sundry. “…that is pretty bad”

Taking another bite of the sticky bun before carefully setting it aside on the tabletop, Liaena looked around the room at the high class furnishings and setting. “You’re in the lavender suite of the Quayside Inn. I’ve been staying here since I left”

The girl stared vaguely into space, chewing on her bottom lip as she recalled memories before her eyes. The actual, true memories were in fact very funny, but laughing would mostly likely be disastrous. “….I think you got quite angry with her…”

"Can you hear this Falere? Can you? Even if I sink, I'm dragging you down with me. And you have to live with her full-time, bitch"

[Rithy]

Falere's expression was motionless as she tracked Liaena's gestures and expression, eyeing the little human as if she was a small, juicy steak just waiting to be devoured at any moment now. But the Captain remained where she sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still following Liaena with a remarkably calm appearance. There was not as much hatred or fury as one might usually affiliate with the Captain, but that was mostly due to the fact that she didn't find that much reason to be angry at the little girl.

"You are implying that one of my trusted warriors - that one of my honored lieutenants - betrayed me?" Serphia said with a serious tone as she glared at the little girl, whom was currently happily chewing away at a bun.
"That is a serious accusation. But your presence here also serves as proof... "

"That lying bitch! It's not true - not true at all! Don't be such a retard, Mistress! It's not true!!" Falere screamed furiously out as she listened to the conversation between Liaena and Serphia, with Serphia's voice booming all around her but Liaena's voice still audible through the fleshy walls that surrounded her.
With renewed fury and vigor, the tiny elf launched herself against her surroundings, kicking, wriggling and twisting herself around as much as she could, determined to not be ignored by her Captain.
"Don't listen to her!"

Serphia was beginning to notice the fierce commotion that was Falere, whom was going crazy up inside of her butt. It was becoming harder to hide her feelings as the tiny elf wriggled around like mad, and so Serphia began to push her bum further behind, bracing her muscles for a great movement. Unbeknowst to Falere whom was in a full riot, Serphia suddenly pushed herself forward in a fierce motion; letting out a short gasp as her bum clenched together, and all her muscles convulsed inside of her.

"Mistress, listen! She's a liar, liar, li... huh?" Falere, busy with throwing herself around; suddenly stopped at the sound of a deep rumbling, but before could fully understand what was going on, the walls around her suddenly pushed in from all sides, and the tiny lieutenant suddenly found herself carried straight up, further into Serphia's ass.
"Nooooo!! .... "

Feeling Falere dive deep up into her bum, Serphia finally relaxed for a moment, and sat down normally again in the bed. As the tension faded from her face again, she looked back up towards Liaena, her serious expression returning as she studied the girl.

"So... you said I was angry with Falere?" Serphia inquired; in an effort to get back on topic; and throwing Liaena a suspicious look.
"How did I get here? And where did you last see Falere?"