keeperofmagi | random ass rp

Ironically, it isn't even until Twisted Fate averts his eyes that she realises that she's naked. Strangely, her hand goes to shield her shoulder, first - where the skin is angry and puckered and long since scarred by flame. Then she quickly and efficiently grabs the sheet off the bed and wraps it around her like a toga, glaring at him. (She doesn't seem that put off by his nakedness, at least.)

"What did you do to me?" She snapped at him, because, obviously, this must be entirely his fault somehow.

Then she noticed more movement out of the corner of her eye, to see a similarly naked - and very flayed - Cade lying on the floor. All the blood drained from her face.

"I assure you that if I did anything to you, it was with complete consent and you wanted it. Frankly, I'm just as surprised as you are."

There's a sigh and Fate is standing up, brushing himself off and not in the least bit concerned about being naked. Instead, he's going to try to figure out where the hell his clothes ended up.

Only, he sees Cade down on the floor, and this suddenly seems definitely like he's in a pickle.

Great. Two templars. He's done worse and could have done worse, but damn.

Well, now they were looking at him-- he could feel it-- and he couldn't have that. Despite his soreness, he sat up, covered himself with his hands, and faced them awkwardly. Oh Maker. He had hoped he'd been kidnapped, but Nerva was here, and... shit.
"..I'm," he said flatly, looked around, couldn't see his clothes. "...going to go now." He leaned forward, tugged a blanket from the bed, threw it around his shoulders with one hand, and clamped it shut in front of him. Then he got to his feet, trying not to look at either of them.

"Yes and I completely believe that," She muttered to Twisted Fate, though part of her did believe it, especially when she glimpsed the letters on Cade's backside. And then - with a grimace, she adds:

"... Cade. You have... ropes. Around your ankles. And you should probably dress yourself."

"Sometimes I don't lie, you know."

In as much as he's not entirely fond of Cade -- though that's up in the air now -- he certainly takes in no pleasure in this sort of discomfort. Tricks and wordplay is one thing, but apparently a night of uncertainty is too much for a pair of prudes.

Fate clears his throat and eyes the exit. "Yes, well. I suppose I shall just gather my belongings, we dodge each other for awhile, and pretend this all never happened? I assume that's the route this is going."

Cade learned about the ropes half a second before Nerva warned him, and both revelations were too late. He had tried to take a step and collapsed to the floor again with a heavy thud, blanket and all.
It took him a moment before he was able to recover his dignity enough to murmur, "where are my clothes."

"Just how often is sometimes?" She grumbles back. "Or are you actually named after a drink?"

Making sure her makeshift toga was secure, she stumbled out of the bed. "I don't even know what you're talking about. Nothing. Happened."

She was more than happy to go full denial on this one. Finding what could only be Cade's underpants - as they definitely weren't hers, or Fate's (she assumed), she threw them beside Cade's head on the floor.

"Sometimes is sometimes, and I'm flattered you remembered that story."

Finding his trousers, Fate calmly starts to clothe himself, dusting himself off absently as he goes. A bit wrinkled, but he supposes that could be worse.

"That's the spirit, Nerva. Because you most certainly own that riding crop, do you?" A grin forms faintly. "Cade, you aren't going to die of embarrassment down there, are you?"

Cade swiftly reclaimed them, but found to his chagrin that he could not put them back on until his feet were untied. He disappeared beneath the blanket for several moments as he did so, then stood, presumably at least partially clothed, but still with the blanket around him, as he scanned the room for his other garments. He pointedly avoided looking at the other two, but his furious blush indicated he had heard Twisted Fate and was choosing to ignore him.

Interestingly, the fact that Cade was blushing hard enough to glow actually made her feel better. Twisted Fate was being an ass, of course, but that was to be expected. Cade blushing so badly at least meant that she wasn't the one taking this the worst, which probably was a bit cruel but she could take what little salve for her ego she could get.

She picked up the riding crop and tucked it under her arm, looking haughty.

"Of course it's mine. What else would I use to deal with animals." Okay yes she might still be a bit prickly.

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