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COME TO MY WINDOW, I'LL BE HOME SOON

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[There's a grin that creeps up on Cromm's face even as he sees the others' hands. He can't help it - this was generally one of the more fun parts of it. He's able to school it into neutrality quickly enough that one of the others looks fairly nervous as he makes a bit of a show of waiting to reveal his hand.

No point in not at least messing with them a little.

It didn't help that the increased tension coming from the fact that he's keeping his hand so under wraps at this point is really more amusing than anything. They're not good people by any stretch of the imagination, and they really probably should've realized the scope of what they're dealing with here - granted he made no indication in revealing what he really was, of course going under a fake name and keeping his aura under wraps. Made sense, considering what he was.

He flips over his hand, barely able to contain the grin as they blanched. But what they originally thought was a royal flush shifted into something a bit more normal - in this case, two pair, ace high. It did actually look like a royal flush at first, but that was just a small glamour over the cards before the real hand was shown. He leans back, laughing a little.]

Good thing you guys are done after this, think you're starting to see things now. [It's the first time he's made conversation in this game, but he can't help but have a twinge of amusement in his voice as a result.]

[He never really needed to cover what he was in this gambling den, so his aura was there, though muted by the protection offered through the family's years of offerings and prayers. The workings too weren't hidden for those that could See but these two weren't gifted and they had little idea on what to expect in any case. The idea of a protective trickster spirit wasn't a new one for any established gambling den, so no one ever paid them any mind.

Glancing over at the other fae, Robin arced and eyebrow before laughing setting the dealer's chip to spin on the tip of his finger before flipping it and catching it. He opened his hand and held,it out towards the one with the winning hand, his grin not exactly right.]

Did you drink too much? Seeing things not really there. . .

[A push of illusions and the chip in his hand twitched, legs pulling from the body as it stood. The markings change from the name of the gambling house to a slick red hourglass, the rest of the body going black as it's shape changed. The legs moved stately across Robin's hand and settled on the tips of his fingers, and then the winner realized that the pile of money he had been reaching for erupted into hundreds of spiders. They swarmed up his arm and he screamed falling back into his partner who echoed the scream as the spiders hoped over onto him as well.]

Maybe they had too many party favors before they got here?

[Well, that was certainly interesting. He doesn't flinch at all when the chips begin to change shape - while illusion magic was something that he dealt with, this wasn't really his style. Cromm's gaze flicks over to the other - definitely interesting. He shrugs as if confused about what just transpired, even though both of them knew exactly what they were doing.

It's not uncommon to run into others during these times, but it still is somewhat surprising. He generally doesn't work with others outside a select few exceptions.]

Perhaps. They're slipping.

That they are.

[His tone is bland even though the corners of his mouth curve up looking all the world like a cat that just got his paws on a pile of fish. The two gamblers were rolling around the ground, screaming and slapping at themselves, the spiders swarming over them. Then the first one managed to get on his feet and ran for the door, scratching at himself as if it would help. Of course once away from the property, the illusion would fade, but not the damage that he did to himself. The second one gave one final scream before he laid still having fainted.]

I guess the house will have to claim their winnings... unless you want it?

[He shakes his head.]

I have no use for it. I just thought I'd have some fun at their expense. [He smiles a little, and shrugs. It was more a chance to kill time than anything.]

Though it seems like you might've had more fun with them than I did.

[He spun the dealer's chip along his hands, the illusion gone. The dealer was staring at the pair of them, but they were a part of the gambling hall and knew tales concerning the mischievous cat-spirit that had always played the worse gamblers that came through the doors. When he laid the chip down for them and stood up to leave, the dealer bowed before accepting it.]

Oh, I suppose it's only because I know the score better here. I bet if I had been later, you would have moved first.

[He glanced at the other fae, assessing him for a moment, before purring his next words.] Let me buy you a drink. I haven't met many of our kind around here lately and it's been a little dull.

Possibly. Though I couldn't guarantee their safety. I'm not exactly very nice a lot of the time, you see.

[Which would've meant following them back to wherever they were staying for the night and maybe slowly driving them against each other before striking. He wasn't sure.

There's a slight eyebrow raise at the shift in tone, but he does nod.]

Sure. Not like I have much else to do for the moment. [No contact from his leige or his network of contacts, so as far as he knew, he was free for the time being.

Do you really think that once I get my claws into a few mice I will let them go so easily?

[Sure it would seem merciful to let them live, but Robin was essenally a cat. And cats love playing with their food. He flexed his fingers, eyes wide and teeth bared and while it might look like a smile, there was still a hint of sharp teeth and nails under his human counternance. The two might have gotten away for a time, but he would find them again to play some more.]

Really? I would think someone of your status would be a little busy.

[Not that he was complaining. Robin was a puck and they had little use for status and rankings. After all, they were the tricksters and the jesters and as such could be held above kings if they so wish for such. That was why they were tied to a place or family for chaos shouldn't have such freedom.

Picking up a glass of water, he tipped it over the head of the fainted gambler as they passed him. Setting it done on the next table, he led the other fae pass the various tables, easily side-stepping around the staff and customers alike. Finally they got to the bat and he hopped onto a stool, leaning over to give the middle-age bartender a grin. They didn't look impressed, but after finishing drying a glass, they set two glasses down for them.]

Not at all, though you might've had to fight me for them if that were the case, and I assure you that it probably wouldn't have ended well.

[Their kind always worked in mysterious ways, after all. The grin that Cromm gives right back is definitely tinged with something more predatory than what would be considered friendly banter - if Robin's could be compared to a cat, his was more akin to a wolf.]

Even someone like me needs some downtime. Even then, if something came up, I would be gone in an instant. [And nobody else would be any the wiser for it outside the other fae.

He follows the other to the bar easily enough, (intentionally) poorly hiding a chuckle as water is dumped onto one of the gamblers from earlier. Eventually, the two of them reach their destination, and he slides into the stool next to Robin with practiced ease.]

So this is your territory, then?

Oh I know. My usual tricks don't work the same way against kin as they do against mortals.

[Not that he was completely helpless against another fae, he just didn't have an advantage as he would if he was facing others.]

Are you meeting anyone here?

[Because if there were to be more fae coming around, he may have to warn the family. They weren't hid to protect, haven't been for a while, but he still felt some loyalties to them. After all, they had taken care of him for a long time while he was bound.

The bartender flipped their towel over their shoulder and reached down to unearth a flask made out of roughly shaped stone and opened it with some difficulty. The scent of the liquor was partly of soft green things and partly of alcohol and wholly that of a fae wine that would drive mortals to the heights of artistic endeavor before driving them to madness. They carefully poured them both some of the drink and quickly sealed it before the fumes could draw anyone else nearer.]

I use to be the guardian here until they set me free.

And it wouldn't be the first time I've had to fight one of our own, either.

[Details on that are going to be kept vague for the time being, though. It's not exactly a great tale to be telling over drinks - or with pleasant company, either.]

No, I'm on my own for the time being. The people here don't have anything to worry about in that regard. Even then, I'm technically not even working anyway. I wouldn't have made myself known so easily if that were the case.

[Stronger glamours, staying out of sight until the moment was right ... he's a professional after all. He has standards to uphold.

Well, his companion being originally bound to this place would make sense as to why the employees seem to be somewhat relaxed around him, never mind actually having fae wine in stock. Kudos.]

They actually set you free? I'm somewhat surprised by that. Most wouldn't think to do so.

Mm, I suppose it wouldn't, but I feel that there are plenty of that group for the two of us. If you're interested, that is.

[While the predators were a threat, they were only the tip of the group trying to muscle into the area. Usually such groups got caught by the human police but that usually was a slow and sometimes destructive process for those getting targeted. Robin had little patience to wait for them to do their thing.]

Ah, then I can have you all to myself.

[Was he flirting? It was a little hard to tell given that his teasing little smile hadn't faded at all. He picked up one of the glasses and looked at the wine before taking a small sip.]

It was the Lady's dying wish, and who was I to deny anything from her?

[His tone was wistful , almost loving at one level.]

Perhaps. Would depend on how much time I have before I'm pulled away again.

[It probably would be faster in that case if they went and tore them apart from the inside on their own. It's an intriguing proposition, at the very least. He raises an eyebrow at the flirtatious tone before shaking his head slightly.]

Just don't forget that I do have my duties to consider, kitten.

[This isn't like when he's with Cermand or Coire, after all - and this other fae would have a long way to go before he'd be even close to the familiarity and openness he has with those two. He swirls the wine around in its glass before taking a sip himself. Not as good as some he's had before but decent enough.]

One of the original owners of this place, I take it. You two sounded close.

I was thinking of giving them a little start. After all, this area is already claimed and I so dislike poachers.

[He snorted, lips curling at the 'kitten' comment. Sure he was very much a cat, but he didn't have to like it being pointed out. After all, he had a little bit of pride despite all hints to the contrary.]

Duties are so boring, but I suppose I can be understanding of that.

[It was hard to get fine fae wine in a human's establishment without having the Courts breathing down his neck. He made due with what he could get though he missed the drinks at the Courts. But since he may end up getting bound if he went there, he decided that freedom was worth the price of fine food and wine.]

There were others before her, but she was special.

[He pointed his chin at the stiff formal painting hanging near the bar. The human woman in the center of the group of men looked normal, but there was a hint of sly humor in the angle of her lips, the regal tilt of her head. Sitting on her lap was a tortoiseshell cat, it's long tail wrapped around her wrist and it's face having an almost human-like smirk to its face.]

You're more generous than I am. Then again, you do seem the type to play with your food first, so perhaps "generous" isn't the right word.

Just as you have your ties to this place, I have ties to my Court and King. Simple as that.

[That might be stating too much, but it's enough to give him an idea of just who he was drinking with. His gaze follows the point of Robin's chin, taking in the details of the painting. There's a small hum.]

Especially considering you sat long enough to let yourself be painted. Wouldn't have figured you to be patient enough for that. [He hides a smirk behind another sip of wine.]

You can say that I'm generous enough to let them keep on breathing, not that they will enjoy that ability.

[Death was easy. Oh sure there were painful deaths and stupid deaths, but the dying was easy. Lingering on in a limited, broken shell, now that was painful.]

My, should I tread carefully with you? [There it was again, that little half-smirk of amusement, the puck leaning in close as if he was looking for some special mark before he drew away.] Someone so high speaking to a jester like me.

[He looked at the painting, his smile fading to one more of fondness then anything else.] Ever fish before? It's about the same thing, considering the person who made that little portrait.

We'll leave it at that, then.

[There's a dangerous glint that enters his eyes at the question, but he gives a small shrug. He wouldn't so brazenly show off any distinguishing marks - not here, and not likely with most company.]

Mm. Sometimes even one of the King's Assassins get bored enough to speak with the jester.

Were they someone who tried to screw the establishment over?

[A short bark of laughter and Robin turned around in his seat, leaning away as he took on the rest of the patron of this place. There were very few people in the shifting crowd of humanity that would prove to be any fun, so he finished his drink and before turning back to the assassin.]

I suppose that is true, though they also say that a cat can look at the king. And his jester is free to mock in order to humble the King's step lest he takes too big of a swallow and chokes on it.

[He took out his lighter, flicking it open and spinning it around his fingers. Robin shrugged, and flicked it closed, setting the lighter on top of the bartop and nudged his glass over for a refill, though this time it wasn't fae wine.]

They toyed with the hearts of a couple maidens in the family, so I suppose you can call it that.

[He could at least agree that the others here outside those that they had driven out didn't pique their interests at all. Maybe they could try finishing the job.

And while Cromm did have personal stake in his position because of his relationship with two particular Unseelie, he pauses again thoughtfully, taking a final sip of his wine to prolong it.]

Perhaps.

[Though his eye is immediately drawn to the lighter before it's set back down, at which point his gaze flicks back to the other.]

Ah. I suppose I could. And in exchange for making sure they learned their lesson on spurning others, they set you free?

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