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Post by matiko on Feb 23, 2016 1:44:08 GMT -5
this is going to be the most PG13 rp involving an "escort service" ever I swear. I hope.
[[ Outbreak stage 4, on the brink of the riots ]]
Well, this was certainly..... something. Matiko found himself approaching a business that had never once seemed to interest him, all for the purpose of undercover investigation. It was, by all means, the base of operations of a questionable escort service but that wasn't the main reason he was there. No, he'd been given direction to investigate its connection to vigilante groups. That was why he was there.
He still wasn't quite sure how this had become his duty but he was going to see it through. Right to the end. Apparently. Banishing a red flush to his cheeks at the thought of what he might have to do in order not to blow his undercover status, Matiko approached the establishment and entered.
The place was nice - strangely nice for somewhere in the Slum, actually - and he wasn't... really sure what to do when he entered. He knew who he was looking for - a man about half a foot shorter than he was, with pointed ears, red hair, freckles and a faint glow to markings on his skin. Matiko had been given enough information about him to know that he was going to have to try to get in close, and to figure out exactly what else he was up to. With everything else that had gone on since that virus had started causing issue with the NUIP system, he knew it was important to track down any lead possible. Even if it meant.... doing things unconventionally, especially things he didn't have a lot of experience with.
Or any, at all, really.
He was greeted fairly quickly upon entry, offering additional currency chips on top of the fee and a quick request of "no questions asked" - this was accepted quite well, which only added to the impression that this was a place many didn't want to have record of being in - and said he had no specific requests but might want to see who caught his eye.
Alright.
He could do this. He could find who he came here for, figure out how to get some information out of him, and... well, he would just ha v e to play some of this by ear. Maybe. Oh no what was he even doing.
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Post by Taren on Feb 23, 2016 2:24:12 GMT -5
(tf do i PG13 this /CHALLENGE ACCEPTED)
It... wasn't easy, working in these conditions. Despite the fact most people wanted the distraction, it put a strain on the escorts. Being heavy practitioners of Magix within their services, of course it was only a matter of time before they had gotten infected themselves. And you didn't know frustration really until Magix backfired on you in the middle of that sort of thing. At least the backfiring hadn't happened to Taren. (No, it was just the lingering hallucinations and gaps in memory that unsettled him. But it was fine, he was fine, s'all good thanks for not asking.)
But really - a virus. How had no one considered the possibility? The redhead brushed his fingers through his hair as he let out a sigh, trying to keep up the cheery disposition that worked best on the shitty privileged higher classes.
They had a customer, didn't they? Jade eyes flickered up from where he'd been sitting, leaning forward in his seat to pull up surveillance of the main lobby. Oh, what a pretty little face this one was. And something about him, he just gave off the air of someone from the Upper Class. Maybe it was the tidiness of his appearance, or just the way Taren could read his lips: please, no questions, I can't possibly have my Very Important Self traced back to a place like this! Okay, maybe he didn't say quite that, but the intent was all the same, wasn't it?
Waiting for a moment, he moved away from the little couch he'd been on, passing through a doorway into the lobby and putting on his best promiscuous smile. Upper Class always had pockets worth digging into, and Taren made it his own personal mission to show off whenever it came to them -- because yes, look at me, I'm from the Slums and I can still do better than your wife. <;
"Welcome to The Conclave," he offered, giving the man before him a very unsubtle once-over. And then, with a wink added to his grin, "Perhaps I can interest you in my services. I am one of the best here, after all."
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Post by matiko on Feb 23, 2016 2:45:07 GMT -5
Now, Matiko was not some naive innocent child - he was a grown man, and of course he'd known what h was getting himself into and what he might have to do - but there was a difference between knowing what was to be done and knowing from having actually done it before. He was at a loss in that category and not actually an exceptionally good faker - really, it was likely that the only reason he'd been sent to do this was because others thought it might be funny and loosen him up a bit - but no, he... was going to have to really try, apparently.
Warm gold eyes bounced from face to face of the escorts in the room, none of them matching the description of who he was to look out for. It was only when he heard a voice that he settled on features matching what he had been searching for. Luck, apparently, was on his side. Matiko wondered for a moment if he had been picked out as a potential target, then, to have been spoken to by the right person so quickly. That was certainly possible, and he kept it in mind.
"Are you, now," he answered - it wasn't smooth, he was definitely disarmed about that wink but the distraction didn't last too long. Mr 'the best' seemed to be exactly who he was searching for; in addition to the way he had been approached so quickly, Matiko noted that the man definitely seemed dressed for a better place than just the Slums. He searched for a moment for something to say - how did he flirt, was he supposed to flirt? Was he supposed to just let them do the flirting? They didn't exactly make guides on how to properly make the best use of an escort service (he'd looked) and so instead decided to try and play up how important he was because maybe that would.... entice some questions that may give him a lead. Or something. That had been the plan on the way here but could he even really trust himself to try and act well? Fortunately, staying cool and distant was easier than being flirty, so he was going with that for now. "The best is all I'm interested in, I hope you're not exaggerating."
Was that,,, too much? Not enough? Was he doing the right thing was he supposed to act differently? This was turning out to already be harder than it looked and he hadn't even left the lobby area yet.
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Post by Taren on Feb 23, 2016 3:14:35 GMT -5
There was a skill in learning to read body language and expressions, and even greater skill in reading between the lines. Taren wouldn't consider himself an expert, but paying strict attention to bodies had sort of been his thing for -- what, five, six years now? Somewhere in that range.
As such, when gold eyes fell on him and he was given a reply, a doubting sort of question, his lips curled into just a bit more confident of a smirk. The pieces fell into play and the game was already abound, whether his newfound customer knew it or not. Luckily, Tall Pale and Pretty didn't seem too meek -- good, that type was always fun to play with.
Bringing his hand up to scoff against the back of it, he kept a smile in place and a glimmer in his eye. "Words can only prove so much. Follow me and I'll show you why you're making all the right choices this evening," he offered, turning half away from the blue-haired man and gesturing back to the doorway he'd come through. "Or, if you're feeling a bit too shy, don't. I don't know if the weakhearted can handle all that I have to offer."
Another, lighter laugh escaped him at that point, and he strolled toward the doorway without waiting. It was amusing, really, being placed in the sort of position where he could taunt those of a higher class without any actual repercussions. Sure, they could run away and cry about the mean little escorts... at the risk of their own reputations, usually. Why were you inside such a business in the Slums anyway?
After reentering the room, Taren stopped in the center, glancing back to see if the other man had followed. If he'd thought the lobby was fancy for the Slums, this room would surely be even more of a wonder, all whites and gold and blacklighting. It was certainly a bit of a different world than the city outside these walls. But Taren saw it practically every day, it wasn't quite so awe-striking for him anymore. He waited, before bringing his hand up to brush fingers across his lower lip. Of course he'd come -- most Upper Class assholes could absolutely not back down when someone dared suggest they weren't as "strong" as they thought they were.
"Glad you're not a coward. Hmm. You seem like you have a thing for the cold, but I wonder if that means you need something a little warmer to spice up your evening? Or maybe you're a breath play kind of guy." Taren gave another cheeky wink at that. There were so many types of Magix, but it went without saying that Ice, Fire, and Air were ridiculously popular in this field. The others, not quite as much, though Lightning and Water were close too.
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Post by matiko on Feb 23, 2016 14:08:58 GMT -5
Well, so far, so good. The easy route of acting was at least not taken badly, though admittedly Matiko didn't know what was supposed to happen beyond the most obvious points. The redhead had invited him to follow, saying he could prove it if Matiko wasn't shy. There was a look on his face, a tone to his voice and laugh that had an effect Matiko could never really hope to replicate- nor did he really know how to respond to.
"I'm certainly neither of those things," he answered as he followed along. Weakhearted. Well, he wasn't that but--- how much could possibly happen, right? Not... Not that much, but now he was a bit worried. What was he even getting into?
The next room was just as out of place in the slums as the rest of the building and as the man he was investigating. There was a mood to be set, he supposed, and the place definitely met the mark there. He figured that if he was going to pay to do this kind of thing, he'd want it to be nice so... It made sense. Still- curious that it was quality like this here.
His following had been noted, though, another playful tease calling out his lack of cowardice and and then the escort mentioned that Matiko might have a thing for the cold, or want something to warm himself up with, or ---
Breath. Play.
What was - what even entailed in that, did he even want to know? Was that something people would be into, he hadn't even considered that before --- there was a likely noticeable hesitation in answering before he spoke again. Why- why hadn't he really looked into this, or thought about this stuff before now. He hadn't considered a lot of things, apparently, and then answered finally with, "Not wrong; I might have been looking for something to warm me up."
That was easy and sounded... Safe? He hoped it was. What even was he doing he really had no idea.
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Post by Taren on Feb 23, 2016 20:36:19 GMT -5
There was always a mood to be set. It was amazing how some people wasted their time being picky on how to room looked and felt, but that was their problem, not Taren's. Luckily most people shut up as soon as they caught sight of him in the blacklight, tattoos and eyes lit up bright and the few jewels attached to his accessories glinting in the blue light to balance it all. He looked even better with less clothing to block his tattoos, but that could be discovered by the other man later.
Either way, the hesitation was picked up immediately, green eyes trained on the other's face. There were two things that could explain it -- either he was deliberating his options, or he was an innocent little flower. With such a pretty face, most would have assumed the Upper Class was hiding tricks up his sleeves -- but no, Taren put all the pieces so far together, and it was going to take a lot to convince him that he wasn't dealing with someone inexperienced.
When the words finally left the man's lips, Taren made a few steps toward him, closing a considerable amount of the distance between them. The escort's eyes were still focused up on his customer, but he offered a big smile with his half-lidded gaze. "Well in that case I might be able to give you warmth," Taren noted with a distinct shift in tone, much more flirty now and much less outright taunting.
He reached both hands out to take the other man by one of his wrists, intending to pull him back toward the couch. It was large, soft and plush, and (in Taren's opinion) the ideal place to start anything that was anything. Quietly, he asked, "You got something I can call you, by the way?" And, no, he wasn't going to outright give a name himself first. Some customers honestly didn't give a shit. Most just wanted to hear their own name called out, with no care in the world about whose lips it was coming from. But who knows, maybe this little innocent would surprise him?
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Post by matiko on Feb 23, 2016 21:22:55 GMT -5
There was something so irritating by knowing he wasn't the one in control here, that he had no idea what he was doing and was forced to just follow along and respond - but with no idea what he was doing, really, there wasn't really any other option. There was almost no time at all between Matiko's answer and the escort stepping forward, leaving much less space between the two of them. He took Matiko's wrist after a bit of a tease, saying he might give some warmth, and Matiko felt warmth alright. He wasn't... really used to having someone talk to him like that and it must have just been that he was embarrassed to be playing along, that had to have been it - there was a barely hidden flush to his cheeks and he wanted it to go away.
Matiko was tugged towards a comfortable looking couch and asked for a name. He hesitated on this for a second, too, the thought being a welcome distraction from the impossible to determine source of just why he was already flustered. Gee, could it be because of the obvious of course not. He settled, quite unoriginal, upon the answer of, "Mat."
Not his full first name of course, no, never that - but he'd give a nickname he seldom let other people use because it was less likely to come back and he was frankly not quite good enough to pick a fake name and remember. He should have planned ahead.
"Is..." he began, and hesitated again for a moment. Unsure if this would yield information that was accurate enough to do anything, he almost didn't ask - but then continued anyway. "There a name I should ask for if you're really as good as you say?"
There, that sounded safe. A name he could rely on as at least consistently fake - something the other escorts would know he went by even if it were false.
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Post by Taren on Feb 24, 2016 13:10:15 GMT -5
It was just so satisfying, breaking in newbies to something like this. It was also amusing watching the poor dear hesitate in thought as Taren asked for something to call him. What's wrong, little Upper Classling? Didn't think things through far enough? It was common knowledge that only the most foolish or those with nothing to lose gave real names, and the hesitation told Taren that the fair haired man wasn't either of those.
Finally, though, he was giving something: Mat. Cute, simple, convenient "ah" sound right in the middle that could easily be played upon. Taren didn't bother wondering if this was part of his name or something entirely made up, but it didn't matter. The name to be used during any business between them had been set, and he flashed a smile in reply.
But before Taren could really make any progressive chat beyond that, another sound passed through Mat's lips. Is...? He waited, eyes focused on the other man, before the thought was continued. Oh. He wanted a name, too. The implication behind the question made it sound like Taren might have a returning customer, at that.
A practiced, demure smile came over his face as he tilted his head down a bit, still keeping greens on golds. "Ren," he gave with no hesitation, because it wasn't the first time he needed a nickname in place of his real name. It was essentially in the job description. All trace of the practiced modesty was gone quickly enough, though. "And trust me, I'm as good as I say. You'll want to remember it." He gave another wink at that, before finally tugging Mat to sit on the couch with him.
Now, here was, in his opinion, the fun part. Taren kept himself angled toward the other man, and if he wasn't used to it, the continued smiling probably would have hurt his face. "I'm going to need to be a little bit blunt with you, Mat," he warned, edge of his voice laced with a laugh. "I'm sure I can figure it out myself, but why don't you go ahead and tell me what you want out of this encounter?" And there was another wink, and a soft laugh rising to meet the end of the words.
If Taren could stain the other man's cheeks as red as his tattoos, that'd be a fun accomplishment. <:
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Post by matiko on Feb 24, 2016 13:41:44 GMT -5
Matiko wondered, as the escort gave the name 'Ren', if that name would get him anywhere later- would there be anyone tied to it, or anything like that? He at least wasn't naive in the matters that were important (to himself) and watched Ren closely. All he really came to the conclusion of for now though was that he was clearly being outplayed in the talking department. That had never been his strength, though, so it was to be expected.
With a tug into the couch, Matiko sat and found Ren leaning in towards him as he spoke. Blunt- that was, well, it was probably helpful but he wasn't that obviously unused to this was he? The thought alone brought a warm sensation to his cheeks but not as much as the following thoughts after the question Ren asked. Details. Of what he wanted to get out of this.
"I- uh," he began, face tempting itself to flush red, and tried to banish it away as he figured out to say. Unluckily for him, though, pale skin is very unforgiving when it comes to hiding embarrassment. He didn't even know where to begin, either - what he actually wanted was, of course, information but he couldn't... really say that. Nor did he actually know how to make something up- it wasn't as if he was really didn't want to do this either, he just. Didn't know what he was doing, at all.
He may not have been a smooth talker, or a good actor for that matter, but he could at least think on his feet (or his ass, as this situation was but that was more a figure of speech, which he would definitely had time to think about because he wasn't stalling, what are you talking about). Reeling back some of the coolness, pushing away pinkish hues from his cheeks, he said, "all I want is for you to take my mind off my troubles."
After all- - this was, outside of the more obvious draws, something one might call a distraction. He'd never really gone out searching for distractions like this, especially because he personally found the difficulty in dealing with strangers in such a way to be far more troubling than any of his actual troubles. In addition, though, he wondered if he might be able to surmise much from any conversation that might spring up in result of that. What people wanted to know could be just as useful as what they did know, in the right circumstances. All Matiko had to do here was concentrate on this, on digging for information, and maybe then he'd be able to keep his head on straight.
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Post by Taren on Feb 24, 2016 21:19:05 GMT -5
Oh yes, Mat, it was very clear to Taren that you weren't very used to this sort of thing. Especially with the stammer, and the blush, in response to his question. A fox-like expression came over his face as he watched the other man very carefully, though he didn't interject a peep. Instead, he merely speculated on what could possibly be going through the poor thing's head. Maybe trying to figure out a way to be suave? Or the obvious, he'd just never been in a situation where he had to say something of that caliber.
There was a sizable pause, though, and Taren was just about to make sure he hadn't broken his customer, when Mat finally spoke up. No stuttering, even a less intense blush. Oho. That was an answer, alright. On one hand, it could be viewed as the type of answer someone might give when they wanted an escort to act on fantasies that otherwise couldn't be obtained.
But coming from this innocent flower? Ha! He was definitely choosing something that sounded "right," something that avoided him having to be too direct in return. Still, Taren kept the mocking touch away from his expression, instead slowly moving to lean forward and drape his arms over the other man's shoulders.
"Mmm, I can do that for you. Just relax," he murmured in a honey-sweet tone, one hand's fingers curling into pale blue hair. "Try not to worry about anything besides how quickly you can see me again." Another wink at that, and he chuckled a bit before leaning in for a kiss. Nothing too fiery, not just yet, just a simple soft touch of the lips was all he intended.
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