MAKIN' A FOOL OF ME [Jacke]

[ADALIA INES AYMON]

Feb. 11th -- 1179 BB

Though Addy was a country girl at heart, she always enjoyed the trips into the cities. Breetle was her home away from home and though Dalansvale didn't compare to the beauty of Breetle, she enjoyed this city as well. Breetle was clean, calm, and secure, the complete opposite of Dalansvale. This city held a sense of danger. The young girl had heard the stories of the Xaranthian soldiers coming across the border into the town and causing all sorts of problems, though she had never witnessed any one of them herself. Currently, she was strolling the market with Kindra, having pleaded with the woman to take her into the city this time. She usually stayed at home but after a while it became incredibly boring, especially during the winter.

Addy tugged her cloak tighter around her to keep herself from the cool winter air, thankful that bit of snow that Lydel had gotten the other day had already melted away. In all honesty, she couldn't wait for spring to roll around so she could actually get to work on the garden that she loved so much. The thought of the garden caused the sixteen year old to day dream a bit though it wasn't long before Kindra gave her a nudge in the side. "Don't go off too far. Your father would skin me alive if I lost you," the semi-gray haired woman said before shuffling her plump body into the clothing shop where Addy assumed she would be getting a new dress made for her. She deserved it. The woman worked herself nearly to exhaustion to take care of Addy and the farm while Sir Lionel was away. A dress was very much a reward for all her efforts.

Don't go off too far.

Addy smirked at the thought. Kindra should have known better than to tell her that as she knew Addy had a bit of a habit of wondering off. This time was no different. This time, she knew exactly where she would be heading. Opening the small coin purse that she had wrapped around her wrist, she bought two small loaves of bread from a local baker and instantly made her way toward the slums. Her caring side got the best of her once again and she was going to give those loaves to people who needed them. Her family was well off and she could easily afford to spare a few coins to feed some of the beggars in the area.

It didn't take long for her to reach the area of town. The stench of unclean bodies, waste on the side of the street, and possibly a rotting dog burned her nostrils but she would tough it out. She was incredibly out of place and the locals knew it. They stared at Addy as she moved quickly toward a young boy on the side of the street, living out of a terrible excuse for a shelter that leaned against a small building. "Take it. You need it more than I do," she whispered quietly, bending down to hand the boy a loaf. At first, the boy look scared and terrified of her but as soon as he saw the bread, dirty hands lashed out to take it form her. She let it go and the boy began to eat. "Thank you miss. May the Gods bless you," he replied quickly with a full mouth, doing his best to flash a smile without allowing the fresh bread to fall from his lips.

"No...may the Gods bless you," she replied to him. Addy beamed before taking a few steps away from him, her green eyes darting around to see who else would be lucky enough to get a gift from her.

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[JACKE BAPTISTE]

Jacke growled as he took his sword out of a man´s throat. Then the body fell to the ground, and he just looked at his sword and cleaned it with the clothes of the dead man. Why did he killed him? Because he didn't wanted to share his information with him. Seemed like King Stanforth was someone worth it, because no one in there wanted to share information about the King´s health. He sighed and kept walking. He was wearing his black and slim armor. It wasn't a battle one. It was just his boots, black pants, black shirt and some of the silver parts of a normal armor, like the part of the chest and back, and the legs.
He walked trough the border of Dalasnvale, people saw him and ran away to their houses. He felt Almighty, all he had even dream of, being feared, being respected, being the best of the best, but someone was stopping him, his son Benjamin. He didnt knew how to be a father, though the few who really knew him, could say that he was a really good example of a father. He decided that Benjamin was more important that being famous, or in this case infamous. But sometimes the power made him blind. And it was getting in his nerves, always being under Kain´s shadow. He was selfish and he wanted everything for him, he knew once the Tainted Legion made one Kingdom out of the actual four, he would get rid of them, mostly of Jacke, who seemed the only one that could get into his nerves.

Anyway. He walked trough the street and there was nothing but poor kids, poor womans that were pregnant, he didnt understood that, they had nothing to live with but they wanted more kids. He then saw a pretty figure, a nice dress that for his good eye he could bet it was far expensive. The long hair was just so clean. He wondered who she was. As he approached he heard her talk with a little kid. Her voice remind him of someone, but he wasnt sure if she was her. Once she stopped talking to the kid, she seemed like looking for someone else, he smiled and leaned against a wall, playing with his sword. "I need some charity too" he spoke with his deep voice, his tone was sarcastic and teasing her. Once he met her eyes, he recognize her, that Mari. She looked different, like more grown up. Her curves were so pronounced, even wearing a cloak, he could notice some big breasts and he preferred not to look at her back, he didnt wanted to get excited to quickly.
A sly grin appeared in his evil face as he approached to her "Hello Mari, long time no see"

[ADALIA INES AYMON]

Addy held the thinly wrapped bread close to her chest as her green eyes searched the area for someone who looked as if they could really use her aid. Sure, all of them looked like they could use the bread but she wouldn't just give it to any of them. Many of the folk in this town were there because of their own stupid actions. This bread would go to someone who honestly couldn't help themselves. Her eyes locked upon a young girl. She looked no more than 16 or 17 and Addy could clearly see that the girl was pregnant. It pained her to see such a thing. Even under the dirt and grime, Addy could see that the girl was pretty, with long black hair and some startling gray eyes. Where was the father? Did she know who he was? The thoughts caused a frown to tug at her face. The streets were no place for a young mother to be, certainly not one who's looks could rival those of royality themselves.

But just as she was about to move toward the young woman, a strangely familiar voice caught her attention.

"I need some charity too."

Her green eyes locked onto him and in an instant, she knew him. Or at least she knew his image. It was only by chance that she had escaped whatever sick plans he had for her the last time that they met. It was a memory she did not enjoy and she even went as far as trying to wash it completely from her memory. Clearly, that didn't work as the look on her face told all that she remembered him. It seemed like so long ago, a year or so she remembered. She had done a lot of growing up in that time. Her body filled out, her face matured, she inherited her mother's womanly figure much to her approval. She never did enjoy seeing stick thin women running around. Women were meant to have curves, not to look like boys.

Her dainty fingers clutched the bread as the man, whom she hadn't managed to get a name out of last time, moved toward her, his words sending a chill down her spine. She did her best not to look as if she were about to pass out right on the street, as that was not the way of the Aymon family. They were strong. They were brave. They were fearless. Or at least one of them was and it certainly wasn't Addy. "H-hello." She stuttered softly, taking a small step back from him as he moved toward her. It was in this moment that she wished she had bought some incredibly stale bread instead of fresh to break over his head and make a run for it.

Next time, I'll listen to Kindra.

[JACKE BAPTISTE]

She barely spoke at him. And his smile grew even more. A nasty and sly grin, the ones that prostitutes liked so much. One of the best things about being a Knight was that he had unlimited access to that kind of pleasure. And one of the good thing of being inside The Legion, was that womens felt more attracted to the bad side. Anyways, what he liked was young, beautiful and innocent ladies, And Mari, wasn't the exception. Her curves were almost screaming at him She needs to be touched for the first time his nasty thoughts crossed his mind as he admired her beauty.

The last time he saw, she wasn't looking like that, he just wanted to scare her because she looked so harmless, but this time she had become a real woman, now he needed to do something more besides scare her. He would love to smell her neck, the wind carry her scent to his nose, and he just closed his eyes in delight. He opened them and smiled showing her his white teeth´s. He looked like a lion smelling his pray. Sick thoughts went around his mind, he wondered who she was, who she really was.

She couldn't be from just "around here" her clothes seemed expensive, he wondered if she was from Royalty, she was a noble? a commoner? But then something went trough his head. Those green eyes, and that nose, he was sure he could recognize it somewhere else. Was she? No... she cant be Sir Lionel´s daughter his eyes narrowed at her as he took some small steps toward her. For what he knew, the name of Sir Lionel´s only child, was Adalya, and she claimed to be Mari, of course she could use it as a cover. But he found very pleased and delightful to make some tricks on the lady.

That smell drove him mad, she was an exotic beauty, and he loved how her innocent eyes looked at him. He caressed his chin as he put his long sword in his belt. "You know that what you are doing is a crime, dont you?" he spoke with his mainly voice and his sly grin never went away. "To tease mans with that smell" he said amused as he tried to touch her hair, of course he didn't, he held his hand in the air and then place it in his waist. He was just making her wish to never be born.

"So, tell me Mary, what brings you" he looked up and down to her beautiful body, still a nasty grin upon his face "here, to this pitiful and poor lands" he asked as he looked around the place, it was full of dust, poor people screaming and some fighting for the bread she just gave to the little kid. "This is not place for such a pretty and elegant lady" he said turning back his gaze to her. "I would love to escort you back to your home" he said with a gentleman touch, but still his black intentions were notorious. And he wouldn't accept a No for answer. Not for nothing he was called The Lion.

[ADALIA INES AYMON]

Addy stared like a deer in headlights, unsure if she should make a run for it or try to play it cool. He certainly wouldn't try anything with so many people around, would he? It would not be wise, though beggars wouldn't exactly be much of a threat to him if any of them had a heart and tried to aid the young brunette that had gotten herself into a sticky situation. The smile that spread across his lips make goosebumps crawl across her skin, a chill creeping up her spine. If she did not have to see that ever again, she would be perfectly fine. It was creepy, unsettling, and it made her incredibly uncomfortable and nearly sick to her stomach. Feeling as if she was being undressed by his eyes, Addy wrapped her arms around herself, the cloak moving to cover as much of herself as she could.

A look of confusion came over her face as he first spoke about her committing a crime. Never in her life had she done such a thing and the suggestion made her brow furrow. But before she could open her mouth and let him know just what she thought about his accusation, his next words made things easier to understand. As his hand rose, she forced herself not to slap at it and run off to cry to Kindra. That wouldn't make things any better for her. "My apologies for not smelling like horse dung," she mumbled quietly, her brow still slightly furrowed as she practically glared up at him.

Her stomach churned as she watched his eyes drop down her body, being incredibly thankful that she had the cloak to hide most of her figure from him. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than give him a good slap across the face and leave a hand print there to remind him to use his manners when in the company of a lady. Of course, she had a feeling that manners were not something he knew the meaning of. "I'm here with my mother. We're visiting family," she replied quickly. She had gotten incredibly better when it came to lying since their last meeting, though she still hadn't mastered the art.

This is not a place for such a pretty and elegant lady.

He was right there. She knew she stood out like a sore thumb. She smelled clean with a hint of soft perfume, her clothing was in top shape and free of any dirt and tears, her skin was soft...She was certainly nothing like the commoners that inhabited the area. His suggestion that he escort her back home made her lips purse and she scowled. "My father would not approve of that," she replied quickly, hoping that she hadn't given too much away. Surely it was common that a father be worried about his young daughter when a strange man escorts her home? "I don't even know your name." She added slowly, hoping that she would at least find out the name of the man that had made her more uncomfortable than she had ever been.

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[JACKE BAPTISTE]

He laughed at her hilarious comment about smelling like a horse. Of course she didnt smelled like a horse, she smelled so sweet but at the same some exciting, that he felt shivers down his spine, he couldnt wait for him to have his hands over her. Nothing turned him on more than a challenge,, and she wasnt like the others, she was hard to get, she seemed to be no one´s toy. And he adored that in a woman. For sure he liked whores and stuff like that, but nothing more exciting and delightful than a virgin, and obviously she was one. For the way she moved, the way spoke, the way she hid her lovely and big breast from him. That just made him desire her more.

He looked straight into her eyes as she was talking. Yeah her mom, and family visit, what kind of family would they have around here? The poor side of her bloodline? he wondered many things as she tried to make some excuses. Of course she wanted to run away from him, he knew his intentions were clear, more clear than a crystal. He might have to use the force to take her to his home. But Benjamin was there, he couldnt be there with any woman while the kid was there. That was one of his many rules around the boy. He will have to spend some time alone with her, he would probably find a good place, where they could enjoy themselves just as god brought them to the world. With out clothes.

"Oh really? And who is your father? Perhaps I know him, you could never know!" he said as he got closer to her, making her be against the wall, his hand leaned in the wall, making a jail to her. "Jacke, but you can call me Lion, as everyone does" he smirked as he looked at her lips. "You know why I'm called The Lion?" he asked her curiously. "Because I killed one by myself, using only my hands" he said amused as he enjoyed looking at her, he had a great view to her breasts, seemed like the movement made her cloak open a little. His gaze went back to her face as he spoke with a sly grin "Now Imagine what I could do to you with this hands" he said as he smelled her hair.

[ADALIA INES AYMON]

Adalia felt a wave of discomfort sweep over her as Jacke stared her down, goosebumps once again making their way over her tanned flesh. The only man she ever wished to look at her in such a way was Tristan and he was much to chivalrous to make such thoughts so obvious. She could feel Jacke's breath brush against her skin as he moved forward, causing her to move back. But in a moment, she found herself back against a wall and trapped, with his arms blocking her escape route. Her lips pursed as he spoke, asking her of her father. There was a large part of her that wanted to tell the truth, to tell him that her father was Sir Lionel and that it was only a matter of time before he found Jacke and made him pay with his life for the discomfort that he had caused the Knight's only daughter. But as much as she wanted to rub that in his face, she couldn't. It was much to dangerous to let her identity be known. For all she knew, Jacke could be an enemy of her father...

"Baron Steele of Bordalbee." She stated quickly, lifting her face up slightly in a rather pompus manner to try and play it off as if she actually were a member of the nobility. She wasn't sure if the Baron of Bordalbee actually had children, though she felt it safe enough to use as a cover since Bordalbee was such a distant town just off the coast of Lydel. The man's next words caused her to tense slightly, some color draining from her face. Jacke...The Lion... She had heard that story before, being one of the many that she had heard spread around the land from her father. Her throat tightened as she recalled other parts of the story. He's Legion, she recalled, suddenly feeling quite sick to her stomach again. It was then that she was quite thankful she hadn't told him the truth about her identity, for she was sure it would not have gone very well on her part. Her father and the Lords were the greatest enemies of the Legion, and here she was...cornered by one of the members in a most uncomfortable situation.

But it was his next words and the sexual undertone of them that made her cheeks flush a most vibrant pink. "How dare you! That is no way to speak to a lady," she began, her words carrying arrogance at its highest level. Such a suggestion made her want to slap him with all her might though she was certainly in no position to be making him angry. "Now, if you don't mind, I have things to get to. You can use your hands on someone that is down on your level." She spat back at him, her brow furrowing as she glared and pushed at one of his hands so she could make a run for it.

[DAMON FARRELL]

Where the hell was Jacke? Damon had been with him a minute ago, and had turned his back to inspect the fortifications here and ask about the King's health, and when he had turned back, Jacke was gone. Dalansvale was right on the border with Xaranth, and the Legion had sent Damon and Jacke to inspect the town in order to find the best way to capture it. And, of course, Jacke had probably decided to go drinking somewhere and leave the work to Damon. Turning around, Damon saw him. He was standing in front of a young girl, maybe seventeen, keeping her back pressed against a wall. Damon frowned. While he was not averse to killing, he did not approve of rape, and unless he did something, that is what would happen. So he moved - the girl looked almost the same age as Anya, and this spurred him to quick action. He moved swiftly towards the two, and, coming from behind, placed his hand on Jacke's shoulder: "Jacke... what the hell do you think you're doing? We weren't sent here for pleasure."

It was more than Damon usually ever said, but his heart was burning - the girl was so helpless. And, now that he looked her over, beautiful. She was clearly terrified, but managed to maintain some semblance of composure. That was bravery. Her eyes shone with anger, not shame. The girl was a marvel. Damon appraised her coolly, his steel blue eyes traveling over her features. She was gorgeous, young, terrified, but brave. Quite the little package.

Jacke, however, was a beast. He had no concept of concealment or tact. Sure, he was a damn good warrior, but he did not have an abundant supply of wits. It looked like Jacke had already killed a man here. "Are you out of your mind, Jacke? Can't you follow Kain's orders? We were supposed to be secretive. Quit fooling around."

[JACKE BAPTISTE]

Jacke was very amused as he saw her, she was scared, but still she was managing the situation, she wanted to slap him, and he only laughed at that, if she dare to have her hand in his face, slapping him, he would slap her too. She would fall into the ground and he could easily carry her to an empty house and do what ever he pleased to do with her, he could always leave her there and go away. He didnt lived there, he was on a mission so he didnt give a fuck for that. As she started to be fierce with him, he started to smile cynically, his game was just starting.

"Poor young lady" he said amused as she began being arrogant with him. She made a move to walk away and he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall again. this time he covered her with the 2 arms. A perfect human jail. "So I'm below you" he said amused but a hint of psycho went trough his eyes as he looked at her, he ripped away her cloak, watching her stunning figure. He had a pleasure just to see her breast, so big and ... touchable..

"I will be below you, sucking you" he said amused, he laughed as he placed his hand in her waist, then he started to touch her stomach, and went trough the breast, he raised an eyebrow to her and smiled. "Are they tasty?" he asked as an evil laugh came again to his lips. He was about to rip her corset but Damon´s voice stopped him. He growled as he faced his partner.

"Get you hand away from me" he growled at Damon, he had just interrupted the best scene of the day. "I'm not going anywhere for now. Keep going I will be with you in one hour" he said as he went back to business. He tried to kiss the young lady. Perhaps he should take her to a dark place, where they couldn't be interrupted.