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Forumposts Order: New Views Posts Latest 5 Forum Posts An Homage to Battl..  By:  Sara  On:  08/30/10 09:48 AM  Views 46 Replies 1 Visual timeline of..  By:  Sara  On:  08/20/10 08:56 AM  Views 65 Replies 0 What's your Catacl..  By:  Sara  On:  08/20/10 08:40 AM  Views 38 Replies 2 Fogey Gentleman  By:  Caeryn  On:  08/11/10 07:09 AM  Views 72 Replies 2 [Caeryn & Audr..  By:  Sara  On:  08/05/10 16:29 PM  Views 53 Replies 1 Topics Home RP Events (12/0) In Character (3/0) Randomy (7/0) Crew News (70/0) Wiley the Admin (9/0)  Welcome to The Zephyr Crew  Sunday, September 05 2010 @ 03:20 PM MDT Select a Forum-------------------The Kodo  »  Friends & Kin  »  Tales of Exploration  »  Applications for Membership  »  Event Symposium-------------------Kara Alliance  »  Kara Alliance-------------------ZC Story Contest  »  November 2006  »  December 2006  »  January 2007   Home »  Tales of Exploration »  [Caeryn & Audre]..  Next  [Caeryn & Audre] Infighting (NSFW Language) Views: 134 Caeryn Registered: 11/05/06 Posts: 920  Tuesday, June 22 2010 @ 08:05 PM MDT The dry heat of Orgrimmar did nothing to help the dour mood of an already dour Forsaken out of her element. As the Diplomat stalked up the stairs of the drag, left claw dragging along the clay walls for guidance, she cursed under her breath at the charge she’d been sent to collect. Sometimes, things are best left unburied, and forgotten. Caeryn Peyton, Diplomat and Deathstalker, arrived at the dingy apartment on the upper level of Orgrimmar’s more disreputable district, but its lack of charm was lost on her. The empty bottles decorating the apartment’s front stoop were far enough out of the way not to provide a distraction as Caeryn’s bone knuckles rapped heavily on the heavy dead wood of the apartment door. “Go away! I don’ wan’ any!” called the familiar voice from inside; to Caeryn’s tuned ear, it sounded slightly inebriated, but the voice of Audre Day always sounded slightly inebriated. Part of her charm. “Official Undercity business, Miss Day,” Caeryn said, “Open the door.” There was a clamoring of metal, the sound of something falling to the floor – reams of papers it sounded like – and with a whoosh of air and dust from the Orgrimmar floor, the door opened. “Caeryn Ashwood, ‘r should I say Peyton? How th’ fel have you been? Long time long time long time girlarooney … come in t’ my humble abode. It ain’t much, but it ain’t like ya can see it anyway,” Audre let out a hollow laugh at that last one, and stepped aside, swooping her plate mail covered arm in a Please, Enter gesture. Caeryn nodded, noting the gesture by sound and stepped just beyond the threshold of the room, feeling the wall to her right; noting no furniture, she sidestepped and stood there. Audre grinned and slammed the door, causing another woosh of air and dust from the apartment floor and furnishings. Caeryn rubbed at her eye sockets. The former Death Guard crossed the short distance to the Deathstalker, looking up at her expressionless face, “Now, what’cha here on You See business fer? Ya ain’t got no ‘thority here, ya know. This bein’ Kalimdor an’ all.” Caeryn tilted her head to one side, expression focused on a point over Audre’s head, “It seems we’re both in error, as aren’t you residing in Orgrimmar on Official Undercity Business as well, Miss Day?” “What th’ fel is with th’ Miss Day dren? Call me Audre. Honey, we go back a looong way. Why you gotta have some diamond tipped cane up yer ass all th’ freakin’ time?” “I find it aids with my posture. Now, to the subject at hand, Miss Day,” Caeryn continued, “What, exactly, is your Official Business here in the Orc Capitol? The Kor’kron are very curious, and it seems they would rather hear from the source than your employer.” “Whyzzat? They got a problem with my employer?” “She’s in Public Relations …” Caeryn said, lifting her chin slightly. “An’? What’s the problem with PR? I mean – iss just PR … all bullshit bullshit. Iss what we do, innit?” Audre gestured with her hands as she spoke, as if weighing out one value of bullshit against the other. “Precisely the problem, you see, Miss Day. What is your official position here within Orgrimmar?” Audre straightened up to her full height, which was considerably shorter than Caeryn’s, “Official Orc Emissary from the Undercity. I promote goodwill an’ all of that dren.” Caeryn tilted her head to one side, “So you are not here on an information gathering capacity?” Audre laughed, “Ya think I could do any’a that crap? Audre Day here loves her some Orc lovin’. I ain’t tellin’ on no Orcs, not after they be spendin’ a night in the Day-Shack.” Caeryn's voice dripped with sarcasm, “How … touching.” Audre smirked, lips parting slightly to show a mouthful of yellow teeth, “Ain’t it? I’m fulla touchin’ stuff, honey.” “I recall," Caeryn said curtly. “You still bitter ‘bout that ancient hist’ry? Seriously, honey, let. That. Stuff. Go. You got bigger fish t’ fry now … leave sleepin’ dogs (‘r Scourge fer that matter) lie, an’ go ‘bout your life pissin’ people off or whatever it is that’cha do," Audre waved her hand dismissively at the rogue, turning to walk away. Caeryn reached out quickly, attempting to grab hold of Audre's arm. Instead her claws made a scraping sound on the warrior's plate armor that halted the woman in her tracks, “I have a long memory, Audre Day." “An’ I got a looong record’a doin’ things I ain’t s’posed t’be doin’. In other words, I don’t learn from my mistakes,” Audre turned to Caeryn, grinning. “Perhaps you should,” Caeryn raised a pointed eyebrow. “Maybe you should wise the fel up an’ realize that unlife is about havin’ fun an’ not about makin’ people AN’ yerself miserable all th’ fellin’ time, eh?” Audre moved her head from side to side, punctuating the sentence as she spoke. “What?” “You got an immortal life at’cher hands, Caeryn Ashwood Peyton Asshole or whatever th’ fel yer name is, an’ yer wastin’ it bein’ fuckin’ miserable all the fellin’ time. Get OVER yourself," the warrior raised her voice and her arms at the same time, thinking she had the Deathstalker in her sights. “You whore …” Caeryn said, growing angry. “Bitch. Get outta my house," Audre said, pointing at the door. “Gladly, it smells like a brothel in here,” Caeryn replied, stepping to the door. Audre smiled broadly, closing the distance between the two so that she was right against the rogue's back, “Thass cause Audre Day gets some, unlike your dried up fellin HOLE.” Caeryn whirled around at the door, quickly extending her left arm so that her talon caught Audre’s cheek, “Behave, child.” The two women stood there, motionless, the taller in her black leather armor, expressionless face not focused on that of the shorter, darker haired one in front of her. Caeryn’s talon rest on Audre Day’s face for a few more moments, until the former opened the door swiftly behind her and stepped out of it, closing it in front of her. Audre tried to listen for the footfalls making their way from the door, but heard nothing other than the normal bustling and din of the city Drag. The warrior crossed the dirty apartment to her one lone chair, and collapsed in it, pulling out a hand rolled cigarette from a worn leather pouch. She sat, filling up the apartment with smoke, as Caeryn made her way down the walkway, jostled this way and that against the wall, out into the open air of Orgrimmar's trade district, where she was somehow picked up into the crowd ... and was lost. One who does not spend one’s life in constant preparation for the worst is destined to die a surprised man.   Sara Registered: 08/24/06 Posts: 948  Wednesday, June 23 2010 @ 10:23 AM MDT (I like this A LOT. Let the action begin!) President and First Tiger   Topic Legend: Normal Topic Locked Topic Sticky Topic New Post Sticky Topic W/ New Post Locked Topic W/ New Post Subscribe to this topic You may not post messages Full HTML is allowed Words are censored  Copyright © 2010 The Zephyr Crew  All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective owners. Powered By Geeklog  Created this page in 3.24 seconds