Gathering Intel.

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Deleronark would smile fondly, a coy smile showing his youth as the music reverberated in his chest. As he opened the door, the music would only get louder, glancing from side to side he would see various people dancing, drinking, talking, or in various steps of making it across the bases. The white haired man strode in with all the confidence in the world, he already knew that tonight is going to be a good night. Even if he did not know yet what that would entail.

Truthfully, it had been weeks since Deleronark had had a week to himself, hell even a day to himself in which he could enjoy. Having become the Director of Intelligence for a certain clandestine organization had turned out to take away a lot of the assassins free time. Though, he had come to realize he enjoyed the work, he missed being able to go to the club whenever he desired. Hell, he really only got free tonight because he promised he would be ‘gathering information’.

To that end, the assassin had chosen his current location for frivolous activity with direct purpose. One of the larger, and well known, clubs in the capital it was quite popular with all walks of life, humans and mages alike. But, even more importantly it had quite a few seedy underground connections. Even know Deleronark could make out various members of different organizations. Many of whom he has worked both for, and against.

With a quick movement Deleronark would pull his iLac from his pocket and swipe across the added finger print scanner hidden on the right side of the device. But a moment later a simple black and green layout would appear. Deleronark would read the text quickly before marking himself open for work. With the advent of the new iLac technology from Neutral Grounds, and the various technological marvels that continued to pour onto the street the work of an assassin became easier and easier. Deleronark could now mark his availability for meetings and wait, while enjoying himself. Sure, it made it easier for law enforcement to find those in his line of work, but as far as Deleronark was concerned that just widdled down the competition, only stupid assassins made themselves easy to find. This job made a lot of enemies after all.

Finally Deleronark would make it across the floor to his destination. The bar was pretty crowded, though he somehow found himself an opening as he met eyes with the handsome bartended.
“How are you doing Andrew?” Deleronark would ask with a smile, not even giving his order as the other man started on his drink. The two men had known one another for a while, Del being a regular around here, and Andrew being one of the few bartenders who knew of their ‘other’ clients. “So, does anyone in this place have work I might be interested in?” The white haired man would ask as he passed quite a few jewels towards the bartender. The amount would be well over what the drink was worth.

“Well Del…” the man would start as he pocket the jewels. “The Curr Family could always use some work with…” he added going into length about the various opportunities abailible within the club that night. The white haired assassin would pay attention only partly, while it was true he did come in for work. He was also looking for a bit of fun.

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Deleronark would listen carefully, though he would already have an eye to the club’s patrons. As such the silver haired youth would notice the rather attractive raven-haired woman as she walked straight towards the bar. Her confidence was astounding, and he had no doubt she knew how many eyes would fall upon her. The assassin would not even hide that he watched as she walked forward, and would meet her gaze should it come in his direction. When it did, he would match her look, allowing his eyes to glide across her entire form. He would be lying if he was to say he did not like what he saw.

Turning away Deleronark would give a nod to Andrew as he went about his other business. The assassin had learned what he needed, though suddenly he had found something far more interesting that a job to occupy his mind. He would keep the corner of his gaze upon the intriguing woman as suddenly she seemed to be dealing with one of the livelier men within this club.

Truth be told, Deleronark was no hero. He was no crusader, and honestly… he wasn’t even that good of a person. Sure, he had found the woman interesting, attractive, and was certainly willing to explore her further. However, that did not mean he would step in for her, and as far as he was concerned, with the confidence at when she strode into the local, if she was not able to take care of herself then she would be a waste of time for his night.

Luckily, the silver haired youth was not disappointed. Starting with a rather delicious, and quite exciting F-Bomb he would know the other man had no chance of being able to play. Despite his obvious excitement to the prospect of his night turning out with any semblance of fun.

As soon as the show was over, he would make his move. There was no reason to waste any more time, it was obvious a night with this woman would prove most… exciting. Whatever that would entail.

“Andrew. You better not accept those jewels.” The white-haired man would say as he stepped forward. “Add her drink to my tab. Anyone who can handle herself in such a manor deserves at least one free drink.” He would add, his voice ringing out in a charismatic tone, lively and amused.

“So.” He would say, now standing next to the intriguing woman. He had stepped in closer matching her confidence. Though he would make no moves to touch her, his closeness and bearing would make it obvious he would have no qualms with doing such, but held back purely out of curiosity. “What shall I call you?” He would ask finishing off his drink before setting it down and requesting another.

“Impressive.” He would add, glancing down at where the man had crumbled. Deleronark would not hide his smirk as the man got up with a sour look at them and left to lick his wounds. “Very Impressive…. I am glad you can hold your own.... and here I was worried this night would be boring.”

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Deleronark would take a deep draft of his drink, maintaining almost unending eyecontact with the attractive woman. Her emerald eyes were captivating, devilish, and all too dangerous he had come to decide. Mentally he would track what he noticed with her, the way she moved, the way she squirmed, what caused her to smile. Already deciding, that if this night should end with their entwined bodies he would be certain to give her everything he had no doubt she expected, and so much more.

“Lilith… What an… apt… name.” He would say with a smile thinking towards how she had handled herself up till this moment. “Lily it is then.” He would pause for but a moment at her question, debating with himself. He knew his true name held dangers. Honestly, he had no idea who this woman was, what she was after, or what had brought her to this club. His paranoia caused him to immediately assume she could be connected to one of his many enemies. Yet still… He could not find himself holding his tongue. There was something.. exciting… about the risk. After all, if he could not hide himself from the damned reporters, what was the point in hiding his name from her.

“You may call me Deleronark, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance… I can certainly hope the rest of the night only turns out so much more… pleasurable.” He would respond to her statement that her nights are never boring. He would have no idea if she kept track of the Councils Coming storms, or known criminals. The name he had given would most certainly stand out if she did. After all, he was wanted for Murder, Extortion, Larceny, Arson, Fraud, and probably a few more minor crimes. Even if many his supposed deeds did not tie directly to a man, and he had nothing in the books other than his name, it was a list he was actually quite proud of. A list that had made him quite a sum of money.

“Well then, shall we sit?” He would ask nodding to a private booth. “Or would you rather continue this dance much more literately.” He would add nodding towards the clubs dance floor. He would hold an interested twinge to his eyes, curious to see what she would choose. He would see no reason to hide the fact that he was testing her, as he was absolutely certain she would do the same to him.

“Just keep in mind…” He would say smoothly. “The drinks are on me so long as you keep to your promise, and my night does not get boring.” He would add offering her a small clank of their drinks, should she take it and agree to his terms.

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The white hair assassin would give her a rather explicit wink as she tested his name, he knew she was teasing him. Flirting, and playing coy. Honestly there was much he wanted to say to her next statement, though instead he would smile enjoying the game they were playing. He would give her another look slowly taking in everything she was showing him before once more meeting her eyes as she informed him that they would be going to sit, and that he would have to in fact earn a dance with her.

“Sure, your having enough trouble keeping your hands off. Might as well make it easy on you.” He would say playfully while he followed her to the booth enjoying the feeling of her hand upon his neck. It seemed it was her turn to close, and when she spoke it was laced with lust, and intrigue something he had no doubt was repeated in his own words. “I’m sure there are plenty of ways we can warm one another up.” He would say as she walked away slipping from him to turn towards the benches. Deleronark would smile as she walked, certain assets calling his attention. Though, he would not be that easy, after all. This was a game, and if he took more than he give he would certainly loose.

As he walked up to her, taking his time he would pull off his own jacket leaving him in a white button up shirt, open enough that quite a large part of his chest would be in view as he reached over and set his jacket on the other side of them choosing intentionally to use it as an excuse to get them as close as possible. As he would straiten his eyes would darken slightly as his hand would touch her face before slowly grasping the edges of her neck. He was certainly curious how well she would play. But again… that would have to wait. He would match her teasing gaze with fire of his own.

“Well. You are doing a great job of setting the bar yourself.” He would say, his hand still in place. “If you want to keep me entertained then make sure not to fall behind, continue to surprise me, and enjoy yourself as I am sure this will be a night you will not forget.” He added before finally releasing his hand and allowing it to glide down her arm as he sat, this time putting distance between the two, allowing them to separate.

“Tell me about yourself Lily. You could start with the boring stuff, if you desire. Your favorite color, food, whatever other drivel you think I might be interested in. Though…. If I am being honest. I am much more interested in learning about the person, the hobbies, the aspirations.” He would add now leaning back, curious to see how she would respond. He would make no attempt to hide his studying of her. “We can figure out all those other details later tonight, when I am learning what makes you squirm.”

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Deleronark would cock his head and offer a fleeting nod at her first comment ant laughter. She seemed to be responding well, and as a whole the conversation was both everything he had expected, and nothing he could have imagined. Her outright brazen attitude and direct manor was all too refreshing. She knew what she wanted, was making sure he knew what she wanted, and they both seemed certain to get what they wanted, and so much more.

“Not so much of an assumption as a statement of fact.” The silver haired youth would state dismissively. “In fact, I have no doubt we shall both squirm with the ecstasy that is to come tonight.” Deleronark admitted, feeling no need to not give her the satisfaction. There was no doubt in his mind she was excellent at such task when she set her mind to it. Deleronark for one was all too happy to ablidge.

His eyes would never leave her, not when taking a drink, nor when something happened in the bar his irises would be a constant beam of piercing light attempting to pry deep into the woman in front of him. There was so many options his mind toyed with, so many fun ideas which his imagination concocted. Truthfully however, he felt the most exciting prospect was to actually allow her to take control, to allow her to step into the role she seemed so naturally inclined to fill, at least… Until he had learned what he wanted.

When she started to speak Deleronark would again adopt a coy smile. She would name off quite a bit about her, and more than he expected, and plenty that he would be happy to take home with him. So, she was older than him, not that it was an issue. Knowing her birthday meant he could, assuming her name was real, find more info about her. However, the most interesting aspect of what she had just said was actually her job. Though it was vague, whether intentional or not, it meant the world to the assassin. First, it meant if she was any good at her job whatever form of civil servant she was, she would keep up with news and events. Meaning, his name was most likely known to the woman, making this exchange all the more exciting. Second, it meant she was useful. Hell, even if she was only a janitor working in the government archives that was information he could certainly use. Though, for some reason that was not a job he could imagine her having.

Most importantly however, was the final statement. If it was truly as bored as she said, then that gave him an in. She seemed like the kind of woman who would love, more than even Deleronark himself, to be entertained. He knew he was playing a dangerous game now, he had just as much to loose should he slip, than he had to gain. Deleronark would raise an inquisitive eyebrow as she spoke about herself. Feigning mild interest while contemplating the possibilities. He would then smile, but not a warm smile, or one born of light emotion. No. His smile would almost be dark, mischievous, enlightening, a smile that said he was all the more intrigued with the woman in front of him, and all the more committed.

He would lean forward, “Oh yes. Boring jobs, leading to the absolute need of a stiff drink and a good fuck. I fully understand.” The silver haired main would say as candorous as ever, being entirely honest thinking about the paperwork he no doubt had upon his desk. He would smile. “You are entirely correct. It is all irrelevant, but it is all things I would quite enjoy to get to know about you.” He would say, his eyes having not blinked for quite a while now. The unnatural nature of his existence, and his vampiric form meaning such things were, mostly, not even needed. As her eyes changed red his would match flicking to a brilliant crimson color, his tongue reaching out to lick his lips. Imagining the taste of her flesh. His voice would be filled with musk and desire, but soft, sublime, matching the playful and all too seductive tone she was using. “I most certainly wish to see every part of you exposed before me, lain bare, and open, and ready. Whether that be the sushi you are most partial to and why, or where I must touch to her that succulent voice cry out. Or… where it will be that you first grasp, when you get whatever it is you want from me?”

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Deleronark would join in her toast, and enjoy a rather deep draft of his alcohol, feeling the taste as it burns down his throat, coating his tongue, and giving him another wave of intoxicating enjoyment. This night, as it turns out, was far better than what the white-haired assassin could have hoped to enjoy and the night was still very much young. Deleronark would watch as she contemplated something, her mind working out some problem, or decision. Then, he would watch satisfied as whatever it was, she had come to a decision.

Suddenly she would speak, her voice was soft in but a whisper, but it was all so loud for the vampire’s senses. He could smell her, and almost taste her. It was all to tempting, to enjoy her, here, and now. Yet. He waited. Taking a deep breath, he would lean back as she stood, adopting a look of interest upon his face. When they were then thrust into shadow, Deleronark would smile even more. He liked where this is going. When she spoke again, and as the table moved the assassin would sit up straighter, getting an idea of exactly what was coming. Though he said nothing, his eyes would be locked upon the trancelike movements of her stunning form. As she grabbed his hands, he would give no resistance, allow them to be placed upon her waste, tightening his grip he would bite his lip slightly not realizing the trickle of blood which would come from his fangs which had revealed themselves.

As she moved her hands up he would grip tighter, tickling her sides with his fingers allowing his eyes to slowly take in her entire swaying form. As she turned, he would make no attempts to stop his wondering hands, even allowing them to linger upon her form as she turned back towards him. He would be looking up to her, his eyes solid crimson, alight with hunger, desire, and interest. “Oh… You are good.” He would whisper, his voice coming out like a desire spoken from within the mind. “Good. Show me your desires.” He would egg her on, challenging her.

As she lowered onto his lap, he would feel but the smallest of friction, and his hands would move as she pressed. His hands, no longer upon her hips, would wonder if she did not stop them. They would explore the curves she was showing him, and as she leaned back int him he would turn away allowing her to speak directly into his ear, listening to her whispering tones as she moved. As she turned and kneeled he would allow his hands to leave her for but a moment before returning to her face. He had no doubt, as she explored, she would discover the effect she was having. “Show me.” Was all he said as her hands final found his throat, much in the same way he had done earlier. When she whispered again, her hands now in his hair, her lips upon his throat he would smile his hands once more upon her body. Then. Suddenly. He heart what she was about to say, only but a moment before feeling the painful sensation of something piercing into his neck.

With a sudden movement one of his hands would leave its resting place to find the base of her skull. Gripping tightly he would grab her hair and pull her even further into him feeling as suddenly the combined force caused what would have been a small gash to become a noticeable tear. He could feel blood poring from his wound, and could not help but release all breath he held within his lungs. He knew this was dangerous, allowing her to taste of his flesh in such a way. His blood, he had come to discover, had certain properties with mortals, acting in small qualities like a heavy drug he knew larger doses held much stronger effects, and only hoped, with all her strength, and confidence, and power sh e would be able to resist, for he was not going to stop her.

As she pulled away, he could feel the blood still pulling from his wound. He was now breathing deeply, the crimson stain of his blood upon her lips and having dyed his white shirt. His husky eyes filled with hunger and lust would meet her own, and he would smile again with her final statement. He made no attempt to hide the pain, and certainly did not even try and cover his pleasure.

Leaning forward he would lick the edges of her mouth, and taste his own blood before speaking. “Then I guess it is a good thing I heal.” He would say his voice heavy, his wound healing to a close stopping the tide of blood even as they sat there.

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Deleronark would sigh pleasantly as the throaty growl escaped the woman’s lips. The confirmation of the effect he was having was very much exciting, and did wonders to increase his own arousal. As she pushed herself harder into hi, he would let out a groan of his own as they got as close as they could still wearing their clothes. Hies red eyes would study her with excitement as she spoke, as her tough would lap at her teeth, and as she would play with his neck and collar.

“Good. I am sure we will both enjoy the meal.” His tone was filled with desire as suddenly she would tear open his shirt and bring him into a hungry kiss. The battle would be instance, lasting, and passionate. He would kiss her back just as forcefully as she was being with him. His hands, wrapped around her body would pull her against his barren chest. As they finally pulled apart, and she spoke up once more Deleronark would waste no time giving a throaty confirmation, using no words.

With a rapid movement he would pull off her own shirt, his eyes falling upon a rather interesting tidbit of information. The guild mark would call to him, the Rune Knights insignia colored in a brilliant gold. Though he would notice it, he would only make a brief comment. “Public servant… huh?” Was all he would say before his hands and mouth would get busy with much more pressing matters in the same general location.

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The white-haired assassin would take a deep breath, allowing his noticeably acing body to relax for just a moment. A small and smug smile would be plastered upon his face as his fingers worked through his silver hair. His other hand would lay upon his bare leg, and nothing would cover him as he sat upon the edge of the bed.

If he was being honest, he would not be entirely certain how he had gotten there. The time was lost in a movement of limbs, and headed passion, and drowning desire. He remembered the woman, the alcohol, and most certainly the sex. First at the club, then most likely in whatever transportation they had use, and even then, throughout the night. With a deep breath he would shake his head. He wasn’t even certain if it was the same night, or the next morning.

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The white-haired assassin would stretch his shoulders, and crack his back he pushed the stressed muscles allowing them to relax. Taking a deep breath, he would adopt a sly smile as he could hear the female that had shared the bed with him start to move. Though he did not look directly, his eyes would flick to the windows to see the reflection of the bare woman as she crawled forward getting closer and closer to his form. As she reaches around him, and he felt her bare body press against him he would give a pleasant and throaty sigh. One of his hands would reach around cusping her from behind while the other would play with her hair as she kissed him.

“Most certainly not.” He would say with a slightly paced tone, he was certainly ready for more though even he was not sure if his endurance would last out. “I am sure there is much more enjoyment to be had. After all, there is still so much to learn.” He would say giving her a squeeze. “But first. I think we should have a… talk. After all, as fun as this is, we both did this for reasons other than sex.”

He would turn around to face her, placing his hands upon her body and moving them slowly. One of which would tickly her guild mark. “We have much to discuss. Miss ‘public servant’.” His tone while light would be tense, and questioning. After all, any moment now he knew she might try and arrest him, and with a single decision he might decide to kill her.

“Why don’t we discuss what we can do for one another… outside of the bedroom.” He would say, kissing her guild mark. “I am sure such a…. friendship… would be very lucrative, for both of us. Assuming of course the next thing you try and tie me up with is not a set of handcuffs.” He would continue to kiss her bare form in between his words, first her guild mark, her shoulders, her neck, before whispering the last part directly into her ear.

Just because they had to talk shop, did not mean they could not have some more fun after all.

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Deleronark would rake his eyes slowly over her body as she leaned back, giving him a full view of every asset, she had on display. As he examined her his hands would play with her inner thigh, almost giving into the temptation to hold off their conversation even longer. Truthfully, he knew he was outclassed, and would not be surprised if she knew it as well. She could play this game far better than he could, and he knew he was at serious risk of getting left behind if he was not careful. Still, he would be lying if he said he was not enjoying every minute of it. It just means he would have to get creative.

As her legs wrapped around him, he would allow their bodies to get closer, so much so that they were practically repeating themselves already. As she spoke, he would listen intently, an eye cocked as she spoke. So, she was not high ranked, but that really did not matter to him. Most importantly, she was driven, and seemed more than willing to cross a few lines in order to advance. With a smile he would nod. “I fully understand. I am absol…” The white-haired assassin would pause but for the briefest of moments as the raven-haired women adjusted. “…lutely certain we can help one another out. After all, you seem to excel at everything you do.” He would say with a smile, “and your effectiveness more than speaks volumes.”

The assassin would take a breath and lean back slightly as the woman spoke up again. “Information is my bread and butter, probably by biggest assets.” He would say looking down, there was quite a few large benefits that would come back her after all. “perhaps I can help you, give you the intel you so desire. I am sure the benefits will continue to flow for both of us.” Deleronark would lean back, enjoying the position he found himself in. Truthfully, outside of the benefits she spoke of, there were many more he could see, and many avenues he would want to explore.

As she worked, he would lean over and grab his phone, flicking its bio-metric scanner he would pull up one of the documents that were embedded on its second operating system. He already knew exactly how he could help her. “How about we start with this. Mr. Andrew Curr of Curr Industrial is looking to higher an assassin. The problem is, their… desires… would put me in a rough position. How about this. I feed you the details of when their meet will be, you can make an arrest, play the hero, and I... I get your promise to know if anything… interesting… crosses your desk?”

Deleronark would then pull her into his lap, adjusting their positions so that they could move with more haste, and their negotiations would move much more smoothly. As he settled her onto him, he would speak again. “As for these… benefits…" he would say looking down. "They truly do not interest me, at least. Not nearly as much as the information business. So how about this…. We keep these meetings moving, we both enjoy the side benefits, and we trade in information.” He would say his voice steady, calm, despite the pressure of negotiating with such a good opponent.

“After all, I am certain such a case… and a few others which cross my purview, would work wonders in getting you noticed?” The assassin would ask as he slowly adjusted his position.

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