all drunk on my love (open)

[auditor]

who: Claudia and e'erybody that shouldn't be in bed.
what: A lady of the night explores the night, do ho ho. I'm sorry for being all over the log comm, also.
when: Day seventy-nine or eighty, late night.
where: ...around.
rating: PG-13, to start. Mistaken hooker identity and sexual themes, abound.

[ the time has come: for all the reading claudia has done, and all the exploring during the days, and all her aggression in acquiring allies, a madame of roma must learn the night life of a city. particularly if she is considering becoming a madame of asgard. folkvang's extreme discretion, though, leaves her skeptical of the number of brothels she would find; and the locals are so lifeless, she is sure said brothels are lacking in many customers. the same goes for the bars, and as she has heard them called, "clubs." still, claudia is determined to learn of the vices available in asgard and who partakes in said vices.

even if she is slightly low on coin. perhaps she can add pickpocketing to her own vices because she may well do it, tonight, if needed... because it had been another day in a boutique, accepting fashion suggestions from the staff. they had insisted on heels for partying, and when they had found a pair stable enough, claudia caved. she remains unsure of the style, itself, but claudia is always very sure of her own body: she looks fantastic, her compliments to the shop's employees.

so perhaps she seems to plan on earning coin another way. you will be forgiven for mistaking her for a working prostitute. kaz. ]

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/slides over to

[kaderp]

[Kadar is exactly the person you'd expect to be out at night-- unless you actually know him. While Assassins do generally skulk around the nighttime shadows, Kadar has always been more fond of the daylight, so being out at night is more indicative of a deep-seated desire to explore and try and make this place become home, as much as it is indicative of a fear of sleep and the dreams that it brings. Dreams of home, of parents, of dying at a Templar's blade, of all sorts of things that could be washed away in the daylight.

Or, he'd found, if he could find something to get involved in at night, with noise and sound and as much color as this place has ever managed.

When he notices a familiar face, he raises a hand in greeting to Claudia, bouncing from the rooftop down onto the ground with practiced ease.]

It seems I am not the only one out late tonight.

yes good /steeples fingers

[auditor]

[ claudia puts her hands on her hips, smiling. go figure, she would run into another assassin at this time. at least it isn't altaïr or malik, though. (okay, mostly it's altaïr she'd hate to see.) she had had enough of the order's politics, and kadar, while someone she felt she needed to prove her trust to as well, had seemed far removed from the politics thus far. she hasn't had the heart to use it to her advantage. ]

Sí, and what are you up to this late?

[kaderp]

I found myself unable to sleep. [for insomnia; for nightmares. It's really an either/or situation, these days, save for the nights when both haunt him, and he is happy to be away and talking to someone.]

So I thought that I would explore, and-- as my brother would say-- see what trouble I could get into.

[auditor]

Davvero. Shall we get into trouble together?

[kaderp]

I would love to have the company. Trouble is best experienced when it is done with good company.

[auditor]

True words, my friend. So where do we start?

[kaderp]

[Kadar ducks his head a little, offering a smile that's a little more self-deprecating.] I confess that for all my explorations, I have found little in the way of trouble before.

[auditor]

That is because this city is boring. [ but she leans in with a mischievous. ] I have an idea.

[kaderp]

You do? [Kadar's smile turns a little more mischievous to match.] What is it?

[auditor]

Make trouble.

[ which probably doesn't make sense until claudia leans away, starting to slip her shoes off. a pair she can't climb in — or at least, hasn't learned to climb in. a dress as short as she is wearing is more forgiving, and a leather jacket isn't as constrictive as ezio complained of. ]

[kaderp]

[Kadar looks confused for a moment, and then laughs a little, nodding.]

This sounds like a wonderful plan. [He considers his own clothing and is glad that, both in his time and in this place, male clothing is easy enough to climb in.]

[auditor]

[ just going to set her shoes behind a nearby crate. there aren't many, if only a few, out this late, and the locals are...well, the locals. claudia would be surprised if they even had a concept of stealing. still, it'd be unfortunate to lose money.

up, she goes! her legs move more freely than her arms, but it's easy enough to adjust and push with her lower body strength. not bad for a woman that wears several layers of gown, usually. ]

[kaderp]

[Kadar moves to begin hauling himself up, as well. He's been doing this for entirely too long-- particularly recently-- and he chooses a slightly different path, to avoid any accidental upskirts. (He knows Claudia well enough to know that Italian rage is a fearsome beast, and he does not want to provoke it.)

He follows a path that is more beside her than it is directly below her for this exact reason, and it causes the occasional pause, reflect, and wide jump when his path proves a bit more problematic.

He was never the sort to consider the path he was going to use while still on the ground.]

[auditor]

[ good man, kadar. claudia would be surprised by someone as mild-mannered as him even catching an accidental glance, but then, she knows appearances are deceiving. anyone is capable of anything. assassins know and live that knowledge well.

none the less, she makes it up the wall in decent time. claudia and kadar share their lack of forethought in common, but where kadar adjusts, claudia only keeps pushing. she laughs when she is on the roof. ]

I haven't climbed barefoot since I was little.

[kaderp]

[He's used to sending glances towards Al-Mualim's garden women, more than anything else. It's always struck him as rude to glance at those who were not purposefully putting it on display.]

It is hard to climb too quickly barefoot-- but it is so much easier to get a grip on things! [Kadar laughs a little as he pushes himself up and onto the roof with a finally shove. Boots had their merit, after all, and were certainly better for running at a high speed, but Kadar still missed the extra dexterity having his toes free meant.]

[auditor]

Vero, but I do not trust those shoes. The heels... [ she waves a hand and shakes her head. ] It is impossible to find a good pair.

[kaderp]

They look... quite perilous. I think if I were to try and wear shoes such as that, I would quickly injure myself.

[auditor]

[ that's why she practices walking and running in them... climbing in them is out of the question, though. the shit she does for the sake of blending. ]

Those are not even the worst! Some are, simply, ridicola —

[ like before, she illustrates the size between her thumb and pointer fingers. that is probably, like, four inches. have mercy on any woman, or man, that tries to run in those. ]