Skyrim- Accepting!

[FrostTail]

(( pffftt. Good job Zach. Got urself drunk, kissed a girl, passed out in practically a sewer system ))

[lion's tooth]

Is this roleplay still accepting? (◎ ▽ ◎) )))))))))

[Sperophim]

{yes, it is still accepting. And I have Auguseethus open. He's in the inn in Riften}

[lion's tooth]

Okay, thank you! I'll get to making my characters then! ))))))))))

[FrostTail]

(( yay people ))

Phydra noticed once more the Oticulus agent a ways away from her at the inn without her sister. She wondered what had happened when they left. Nevermind it, the bosmer thought. Although she didn't speak to the man, she couldn't find herself but watch him from across the room. Curiosity, she supposed.

[Sperophim]

Auguseethus was considering going to bed when he noticed a woman watching him. He briefly wondered what she could be watching him for, then it dawned on him that she might be a part of the Dark Brotherhood, too. Divines, how many of them were there? The Penitus Oculatus agency had become lazy after it thought it had wiped out their Falkreath sanctuary. He wondered where their new sanctuary was.

Auguseethus nodded at the woman and then whispered something to the barkeeper. He had bought Phydra a drink.

[FrostTail]

Phydra, being a constant suspicion and prisoner at times, figured the nod or the whispering was the man planning to turn her in somehow, or at least that was the voice in her head. She ignored it, gave him a nod back. Maybe she shouldn't have stared. But her suspicions either grew or shrank when a drink was placed before her with no request of charge. 'It could be poisoned.' The bosmer thought, twirling a finger around the top. 'Although it probably doesn't mean much' The girl looked up at the agent and gave him a nod of thanks. She then took a fake sip of said alcohol, lips zipped close as the mead raised and met the counter once more. As an assassin, she knew every trick in the book. It was a bit far fetched to assume the agent had drugged or poisoned her drink in anyway, but one could never take chances. I got a hole in my side, watched the Listener kiss the master of the thieves guild, and now a Penitus Oculatus agent has bought a drink for me. What a day. Phydra chuckled to herself. "It tastes better free." she joked.

[Anachronism]

Tossing Zachariah's makeshift 'nurse' the only potion he had on him- a restoration elixir- he snatched a black cloak from the back of a chair in the Ragged Flagon, and threw it over him to mask the embarrassment from the previous conversation.
"I-I'll be back soon! I swear it!" With a task to distract him from such a blow, the pain kept low in his heart, dormant for now but sure to be unleashed upon some unlucky fool later. He dashed through the Ratway, boots slapping loudly against the wooden bridge that had been installed, and not stopping until he was out of the damp sewers and back into the canal.
He skidded to stop himself on the algae-slicked wood, stopping just short of falling into the water. He took a step back, curtails just now catching up with him and blowing around his body briefly, before settling down.
"The market, maybe?" He murmured under his breath, trying to think where Katarina could be. Zachariah needed help and he needed it now. Grumbling, Gale trotted up the steps, one hand holding both ends of his cloak together, as the clasp that would have usually done the job had fallen off.
Experienced eyes darting around for signs of movement, he raked over the area before him in an attempt to find the listener, but had no luck. The market was too active with too many people; he couldn't get a focus.

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Katarina was by a tree in the market, just standing there. Her beautiful red hair was bright in the dark color city, she still hasn't gotten around to washing the blood out of it. She looked sad however.

[Anachronism]

Gale



It took him a few moments more, eyes scanning over people until found a flash of bright red. He almost skipped over it, but his eyes darted back to the fleck of color, and he finally spotted her. He didn't waste time, skirting around a guardsman in order to reach her.
The guard looked after him for a few moments, confused, but then moved on.
"Lady Katarina..." He said, just loud enough so he thought she'd hear. He didn't address her as listener here, as he didn't think she'd appreciate the extra attention if the wrong person overheard. Not bothering to wait for a response, he pointed to the stairway leading back down into the canals. "It's Zachariah, he...he passed out in the ratway; there's someone trying to wake him up but...I-it's not working. We need your help. I...I need your help." He tried to make himself as transparent in his explanation as possible, though hiding the circumstances in which Zachariah had passed out in the first place.