Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Apr 26, 2012 16:58:04 GMT -6
((OOC: In summary, or tl; dr: Vander steals a coin purse in the chaos, accidentally drops it in front of Devorah after bumping into her and preventing her from falling, and then comes back to look for it. )) Everything had been going beautifully. Vander had followed his target for almost an hour now, figuring out his movement patterns, guessing at his destinations, trying to get that annoying bard song from the previous night out of his head…yes, it had been easy, considering the (local; he wasn’t exactly Crowley the Magnificent) renown of his target. How did this person manage to get away from Lucius? the thief wondered around strains of “The Maiden and the Mildly Attractive Duke.” It really was a mystery; Lucius ran several “side businesses” that required complex under-the-table work, but this man had hired the escort service, Lucius’s pride and joy. Now.
Step one: cut the purse. Easily done in the crowd.
Step two: move in the opposite direction.It was ironic that Step one—easy, practiced Step one—was cut short by someone else’s Step one. [green]”Thief! There’s a thief!”[/green] Oh, well done. You must have found the only thief in the most popular market in Elibe. Although Vander did turn his head, just to be sure…yes, the shouter was on the other side of the plaza. No worries. When Vander turned back to his target, he was answered with an, [brown]“And who might you be?”[/brown] Time froze. Ilian tall strong handles himself well cheated Lucius purse free hand on lance thought he was an ax user looks angry cheated Lucius go go go cheated Lucius GO. No single thought made a dent except for the last one, but Vander did take the time to salute his target and say, “Lucius Downe sends his regards,” before bolting through the crowd, the purse in hand. He didn’t hear any more shouting; so this man did know what he was doing, because calling out a second instance of thievery would send at least some of the crowd into a panic, and Vander—slimmer and probably more agile than the other man—would have an easier escape through a panicked crowd. Alternatively, being a former Bernese captain, he wanted to bludgeon the thief to death with his bare hands. That was worrisome. It was also a little exciting. Two years with Lucius would teach three things: that criminal masterminds could be enormous softies; that weaving through crowds is an important, easily acquired skill; and that having an intelligent opponent was dangerous. You always needed to think two to three steps ahead of a foe when the law was not on your side, and four steps if it was. Vander had only managed one step ahead when he tried to slip between a Sacaen—judging by her clothing and hair—woman and a blonde-headed soldier. The resulting miscalculation caused a collision; minor, fortunately, but enough that Vander’s ingrained chivalry kicked in long enough for him to yank the woman back into balance by the shoulder. GO! he silently bellowed to himself again, skipping the customary apology and awkward conversation in favor of escaping an angry lancer. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the purse dropping at the Sacaen’s feet. :. :: .: Admittedly, a merry chase involving four alleyways, two houses, a storefront with a nearsighted owner, and the throwing of said owner’s three pound roast duck could be very, very tiring. Vander was feeling the strain of running through the streets; fortunately, his pursuer seemed to be, too, as he never gained despite the gradually slowing pace. Nor did he fall behind, but it was a start, and there would be reinforcements at the rendezvous any minute. Aaaaany minute.
They’re late. Again. Great.He would be sparring with a former soldier of Bern who had apparently developed a taste for polearms in his spare time. Sighing, Vander drew his sword—the paring knife he had cut the purse with was a laughable weapon—and turned to face his opponent, hoping that Lucius’s messenger—Brutus this time, unfortunately—would show up soon. The enemy lancer saw him stop and slowed, cautious, drawing his own weapon. After apparently ensuring that there were no traps— Great idea. I’ll be filing that away if I’m not cut to bits—he stepped forward, lance brought to bear before speaking in a gravelly, crude-sounding voice. [brown]”I wasn’t expectin’ a response like this.”[/brown] Liar. “You cheated Lucius,” Vander answered, swaying slightly as he tried to prep himself for the fight, “What did you expect? A message saying, ‘Please, oh please pay me soon, I have a wife and child at home so please, Mr. Mean Soldier, don’t try to cheat me’?” [brown]”I was sorta expectin’ some actual force. If’n I’d wan’ed one of you pocket cleaners, I’da put up a decoy.”[/brown] “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have cheated someone who hires us pocket cleaners. We’d have ignored your decoy anyway.” [brown]”Doubtin’ yah would. I been ‘round the way, kiddo.”[/brown] “So have I.” Vander had the rough feel of the soldier now, and was expecting the lance jabbed his way. It was a feint, it was obvious it was a feint, but it was a good one; he had to parry it or it might have nicked him at least. The next blow was more serious, nearly knocking the sword out of his hand. Fortunately, it left an opening into which Vander thrust a fist, aiming at his opponent’s neck. Said opponent suddenly barreled up his chest, causing the blow to bounce harmlessly off his sternum. [brown]”Ah toldja kid,”[/brown] Vander had to dive to dodge the bear hug that threatened to close around him, but in doing so, he put himself directly at his target’s feet, [brown]”Ah been ‘round the way.”[/brown] The burly man lifted a foot to kick at Vander’s face- Clonk. The owner of the foot toppled to the side to reveal a new pair of boots. [red]”Vander, you have all the stealth of an incredibly stupid bull in a very small antique shop.”[/red] “Well, all hail Brutus, who’s never made a mistake in his life,” Vander sniped back between gasps, rolling over to stand up properly. “You took too long, and it wasn’t my mistake anyway. Somebody else got a hit and he caught on.” [red]”Excuses, excuses.”[/red] Brutus swung his hammer its head on the ground before lounging his own compact frame on the hilt. [red]”It’s hard to navigate a horse through a marketplace, y’know.”[/red] “Nice excuse there, bud.” Sheathing his sword, Vander brought both of his hands up to his head, interlacing his fingers as he slowly regained his breath. “And as you can see, I…” Wait…My hands are empty…Buggrit. When did I drop it! Where did it go! He had kept the purse immediately after taking it, and then he had bumped— Into that Sacaen. I must have dropped it when I helped her up. He gave a sigh before brushing past Brutus, who looked mildly affronted (as if he ever looked anything more than mild). [red]”What, you didn’t lose it?”[/red] No answer. [red]”Well, Vander, Lucius would never send you for the money. You know that. We have the client, I can take him back with me instead-”[/red] "No,” Vander snarled, whirling on the great knight, “I don’t work for two years doing more than enough and then go, ‘Oh, okay, I did a half-nocked little joke run and dropped a freaking sack of gold, no big deal!’” He turned to continue on his way, shouting back, “Get that sack of bones back to Lucius. If I don’t come calling in a couple of days, meet me back here in two.” With that, he disappeared back around the alley. ((OOC: WALL OF TEXT. Sorry, but Vander needed a bit of an introduction since I didn’t put all of this in his history. I apologize for the long, long post. Fortunately, this should leave it open enough that if I can’t get back to you guys in time, you can continue on…with a sack of gold coins…man, I had better get back in time. :>_<
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Post by Cen on Apr 29, 2012 20:45:10 GMT -6
Cen guessed his attempt was useless. Would looking for the ring help take the suspicion away from him and his companions? Probably not, but it would be the right thing to do. Then the white haired woman took off, after proving Cen's suspicion that his hands had a magical quality, aching to be held. She ran to another person who didn't seemed to fit in either, who was talking to Valcrist. He was surprised he hadn't noticed her before, but he guessed it was his fault, and he hadn't payed attention enough. He was about to follow the white headed big eyed archer, when he heard Devorah's voice, and turned his body to address her shouting. That was one advantage of being tall, but it could be a disadvantage when one was being sought out in a less than positive way. Cen turned and raised his hand anyway, to help Devorah find him.
"Ah'm sorry to have left you miss. A man had his ring stolen, and well I figured we stand out in this crowd, so I wanted to ask the young white haired lady if she knew anything about where it could have run off to. I don't think she knows any more'n we do." Cen looked over at the trio of other crowd standouts, right as a man ran directly into Devorah. Once again, he didn't apologize, but this time, Cen felt unreasonably angry. He figured he couldn't catch the still running man, and he wanted to make sure Devorah was okay.
Are you okay?" His words started out caringly. Then, his tone changed as he growled out, "I'm getting pretty tired of men running into you." He noticed the man had dropped a sack of gold coins, so he bent to pick it up. It was a piss poor apology. One more thing to return to someone. He got the felling he'd have a reason to leave this city sometime soon.
Ooc: Sorry for my absence, thanks for waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 21:35:01 GMT -6
Lyrt smiled once she had gotten Jya's attention making her way through the hoard to get to her side. It was good to see her so soon without incident, now that she actually took the few moments to think about it, being separated from her companion in such a place was not the best course of action in any case. Jya was far stronger than herself, and she had even agreed to travel with her for nothing in return. Such kind people she was meeting, and it would be a shame to lose her in a large city...
Reaching out the young sacaen grasped her forearm lightly with a slightly triumphant grin having made it though the throng. "Jya I wanted to ask you if yo-..." She paused glancing at the man beside her. By the air around them it seemed as if they were acquainted, though she could not tell anything more than that. "Oh...I apologize for my rudeness, I am Lyrt of the Kidai Tribe."
Even though it was not required by custom strictly speaking to introduce oneself to a friend of a friend it still was polite either way in her mind. Though any friend of Jya who had saved her was her friend as well in a sense, so it made sense when it was thought about that way in her mind, even if it was needlessly roundabout. Such thinking expanded the mind in various ways so it was nice to take the few moments to ponder now and then.
Her thoughts slowly focused back on the present and she snapped back to attention focusing on the dark haired woman once more. "A man lost a very important ring and I agreed to help him look for it..." Somehow she felt uneasy asking her for anything, all she did was seem to make requests of her never giving anything in return. How dishonorable...but the ring was important and Jya would absolutely see so as well she was a nice person with a kind heart. "Ah! Um...well..." she stumbled over her words stomach writhing with her anxiety of asking for such assistance. "If you were going to go to the Inn c-can you take umm..this with you there and keep it safe?"
With trembling fingers she held out the intricate blade towards her, it would be rude to ask so directly wouldn't it. If she wished to help she would say it herself and come to that decision without her pushing, Lyrt was already far too indebted to ask something else of her, and entrusting such an important thing to her was the highest form of trust she could even give.
Waving with a soft smile she turned to walk away once again through the throng and start her search. The girl squatted down starting to speak with a child that had been there. Children did have the best eyes, so curiously looking about rarely missing something out of place. Though this one did not seem to know anything. He seemed to be slightly afraid...of her hair?
"Little one you should really not be afraid, I was just wondering what you had seen recently in the last few moments. There are a few sweets that you can get for telling me what you have seen."
The boy seemed to warm up to the thought of a sweet treat already salivating for it. "There was a man before...he was scary...and he froze like was playing when that man over there yelled thief and ran off. He looked ugly, hair and eyes like mud, but boring mud." Grinning from ear to ear he held out his hand triumphantly for his treat the other pointing the direction he had gone.
Lyrt patted his head and deposited two wrapped sweets her last two from her village into his pudgy palms and rose starting to head off in the direction he had pointed her in a spring in her step. It was slightly fun to go on a search like this, somewhat like a treasure hunt of sorts. What would lie at the end of the path? Such games they played as children with different things, some shards of glass or a bead. They would each hide something and start to search for what the others had hidden.
Sadly though she was never that much good at it, it was rather hard to know where it would be hidden...Emon was far better at it than herself of course. He always seemed to know in the end where the most were, though he was a better tracker. The best in the tribe before he had left...would she ever go a few moments without thinking of him? Letting out a soft sigh she stopped to catch her breath glancing about to make sure the man would not slip by while she did not notice.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on May 4, 2012 19:53:28 GMT -6
The walk back to the market was much shorter than it ought to have been; it probably had to do with the fact that Vander had walked straight back, and the fact that the murmur of trading was an easy guide. He stopped just short of actually entering the throng, however; instead, he bundled himself onto a nearby roof, going slowly and carefully to avoid attracting attention. After all, he knew from experience (and three unnecessary run-ins with town militia) that most people didn't understand the advantages of roof travel. He quickly reached a sufficient height, and took a quick peak, scanning the crowd for anyone dressed like a Sacaen... She was dressed like a Sacaen, right? I only saw her face, I guess...no, that definitely felt like tribal leather on the shoulder, like that last delivery for Lucian... The thief wrinkled his nose at the memory. I thought I would never get that smell out of my hands.There. It appeared that she hadn't moved much; she was still standing next to the blonde man in the middle of the crowd. What a relief. He marked her location, dropped to the ground (beside the house, of course; only an idiot dropped off of rooftops or, for Elimine's sake, trees when there was a crowd watching), and wove through the throng to where he had last seen her. ((OOC: Well, I can't quite excuse him coming back immediately, but the timeline should straighten itself out by Devorah's next post. If she can't manage a post, we can just roll with it. Oh, and there are two Shout-outs in my first post. See if you can find them. ))
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Post by Devorah on May 4, 2012 21:44:21 GMT -6
The Sacaen crossed her arms, and while she was still anxious she smiled in relief as Cen explained what was going on. While he did she looked around once more to see if she could spot Valcrist, but he was nowhere near as tall as Cen was. Exhaling, she fully focused her gaze on Cen and shrugged. "Well," Devorah began, "I'm not sure there's much we can-"
BAM! Devorah felt her right knee buckle as she quickly began to fall forward, the girl the subject of yet another shoving in the marketplace. She flung her arms out in front of her, ready to brace herself for a fall, but luckily this time the offender grabbed her, roughly reestablishing her balance before she had the chance to fall flat on her face. Not a word came from the stranger before he sprinted off, leaving the young woman looking slightly disheveled but ultimately unharmed.
"I'm fine," Devorah responded to Cen while straightening out her short skirt. "Believe me, I'm getting tired of it too." The brown-haired woman didn't notice Cen picking up the sack of coins as she glanced around, trying to see if she could spot the man but he was already out of her sight. Shaking her head, Devorah aimlessly adjusted the axe on her waist before looking back to Cen. "I don't think we should stay here," she stated, not leaving an option for staying. "We can find Valcrist once we're out of this mess." Devorah did not wait for a response before turning on her heel and moving quickly through the crowd.
(OOC: Sorry I didn't post sooner; I have been tied up [literally? <.< >.>])
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Cen
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Post by Cen on May 5, 2012 10:42:46 GMT -6
Cen nodded and looked to where the blonde swordsman stood with two women. He guessed it would be hard to find him, what with the blue haired girl convincing him to help her look for the stolen property. He followed Devorah closely, waiting for someone to enevitably barrel past. He had no idea where they'd go, but the crowd was beginning to calm down. That would make it easier to see any suspicious types. He kept his gaze focused on Devorah, not wanting to lose her, keeping on alert with his peripheral vision.
That's when he saw the man again. He got angry again, feeling a need to protect the woman from another problem. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and stepped around her, in between the young Sacaen and the thief. He turned and whispered, "Trust me, keep looking straight ahead." He pulled his lance off of his back, and let it rest lazily in his hand, hoping the message was portrayed.
Ooc: He's not gonna kill Vander, just a way of meeting. I can't find the shout-outs.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 14:35:20 GMT -6
Lyrt sat back twiddling her thumbs and waiting for anyone fitting the description she had received from the child to pass by. It was a main street and most people passed through it to get to the marketplace so there was little to worry about him not passing though. She smiled good naturedly as she glanced about eyes finally catching a foreign face that fit the description.
Immediately she sprung to her feet and ran after him making her way through the throngs of people. She did not want to scare him by making him think he was under pressure or suspect. Personally she did not see the crime itself so she had no clues except of what she had been told. Though she would just ask, not be rude about it. Somehow she was hopeful he did not steal anything, then she could just apologize and he could go on with his travels.
Suddenly she lost sight of him and let out a soft sigh continuing on anyways, maybe he had just gone off into the crowd and would pop up. Eventually she ended up where she had been originally in the first place eyes catching the blond foreigner from before. Had he found anything out? She would have to ask wouldn't she...
"Excuse me" she said softly beaming up at him warmly up at him before noticing his stance. "Are you..." she turned glancing around eyes falling on the man she had been looking for. For a moment surprise flitted across her face and then she was next to him beaming up in the same way as before. "Excuse me" she said softly "I am looking for a ring, its a really important ring to someone and I was wondering if you had seen it...umm...its a simple band with a jadeite stone." The girl looked up at him hopefully while she purposely stood blocking his view of the blond who seemed to be sending waves of hostility towards him. Somehow she would stop any conflict, in a crowded city an innocent might get hurt.
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Post by Valcrist on May 10, 2012 22:33:33 GMT -6
There was a sort of chaotic energy that filled the air, a kind of haphazard atmosphere that made Valcrist unsure just what was going on. He was speaking with Jya, and a young woman with hair that looked like someone forgot to color it in came up, and quickly introduced herself. Lyrt of the Kidia tribe, is what she said, and before Valcrist had a chance to responded she turned her attention right back to Jya. Stumbling, fidgeting over her own words that made him smile, feeling a small sense of empathy for her, knowing all too well how awkward social situations can go. Just a year ago he was just as stuttering and fidgety as she was, if not more so.
After handing Jya a, very impressive looking, sword she turned away and began to go off about her business. It was a bit confusing, but he accepted it with a simple shrug. "A friend of yours? She seems nice." He commented calmly, although he felt he might be being overly familiar with this girl he barely even knew the name of. "Looks like you're busy though, so I'll leave you alone. Goodbye Jya, say hello to everyone for me if you see them." He turned and waved goodbye to her as he walked away, heading back to the booth that... Devorah was not at. Neither was Cen. Huh. Looks like they got split up. Oh well, he let out a heavy sigh and shrugged. It might be better that way, he was kinda tagging along as a third wheel anyways. Hopefully those two have a good time with whatever they're doing.
Putting his arms behind his head, he felt sort of lost in this sea of people, but he was kind of lost to begin with. So it's like nothing has changed in the end, just sort of a step to the side. Where to now Valcrist? That was a good question, where to indeed... Maybe he should go back to checking out the stalls. He might find something neat.
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Post by Jya on May 11, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -6
Jya wasn't sure what to think about the matter. Lyrt's innocence made her feel awfully guilty seeing as she had the exact ring that the girl had inquired about. Now she trusted her enough to hand over her sword. What was she to do in this awkward position? As her mind darted from possibility to possibility she quickly decided to leave it be. Hopefully her companion would give up her search at some point. They had to make it to Lycia at some point.
As Valcrist excused himself, she was left to her own devices once again. With Lyrt searching for the ring, she felt better about the loot she managed to get from the town. It would pay for awhile yet and many of the coins she stolen was out of habit. She turned away from the other's direction and practically relished in disappearing into the shadows. She just needed to bide her time until Lyrt gave up!
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Post by Devorah on May 17, 2012 13:04:00 GMT -6
Devorah was taken aback when Cen placed his hand on her shoulder and seemed to be blocking her from something. She was the one who had decided to leave and now the knight was stopping them and acting as if he was trying to protect her. While Devorah was generally accepting of help when it was offered, the Sacaen was no weak-willed woman and was slowly starting to think that the man wasn't seeing her as a warrior but instead as someone who needed protecting; that was slowly starting to rub her the wrong way. Furrowing her brow, she ignored the man's warning and looked around her, trying to see what Cen was seeing while still moving. "I don't see anything," Devorah stated defiantly as she removed his hand from her shoulder and kept moving, "Just a crowded market that I am getting out of right now." Maybe later she'd come back, but for now she didn't want to be bothered with the still crowded market.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on May 17, 2012 16:01:06 GMT -6
Vander hadn’t really expected the woman (or the sack of coins, for that matter) to be in the same place when he arrived in the crush, but, to his relief, she was still accompanied by a rather tall blonde. He weaved toward them, already formulating introductions that might get his coins back or, at least, let him find them.
And then he was interrupted.
[blue]“Excuse me, I am looking for a ring, it’s a really important ring to someone and…[/blue]
Honestly, I knock down—actually, I almost knock down—one person, and suddenly everyone is ambushing me, the thief seethed internally. Never-the-less, his new…interrogator, for lack of a better term, seemed friendly enough, and she didn’t seem to be accusing him of anything; if she was a guardsman (guardswoman?), she had the most inconspicuous head of hair of any guard that Vander had seen, which could be detrimental to rooting out thieves. Plus, she was out of uniform if she was a guard.
He kept an eye on his objectives anyway, but made sure to answer the girl politely. “No, miss, I haven’t seen a ring of any kind. Now…” Vander almost tried to (politely) brush her aside; once he caught a glimpse of the blond man, however, he nearly recoiled in surprise. Was it possible to get that angry at one person just for a bump in a crowded marketplace?
Psh, foreigners and tribesmen, he thought irritably. People seriously need to do some research before they head into a big city. I’ll bet Rimgate… The instant the name came into his mind, every defense mechanism he had clicked on, shoving all of his annoying, paralyzing memories down; it felt like forcing down nausea, an almost endless sea that needed to be treated or ignored unless one wanted a very, very dirty shirtfront…
So he turned back to the girl, letting his curiosity—usually kept dormant, now allowed time just to get rid of those stupid memories—take over. “Would it have anything to do with that shout of ‘thief’ earlier? I thought someone must have lost something important…” Brilliant deduction: unbelievably, the thing that he was bawling over was important to him.
This was a waste of time; not in the worst way, but still unproductive. Instinctively, the thief blurted out, “If you don’t mind, miss, I have something I need to take care of for a moment, but I will gladly help you search for a while if you need any aid.”
Brill-i-ant. He had just committed to searching through one of the biggest cities on the continent for a thief that was probably long, long gone…actually, who said the ring had been stolen? Maybe the lug had just dropped it somewhere, maybe even in one of the hundreds of accidental collisions that occurred in a market!
He could deal with that later; he had his exit, so he maneuvered around the girl to confront the very angry soldier, who appeared ready to stab anything fleshy and innocent with his lance. Note to self, Vander observed drily, if I ever get one wish, wish for the elimination of all lance users. Now to defuse the situation…
Deciding to maintain his polite persona, he wove through the crowd to the couple. “Excuse me, but I believe we…met earlier under less-than-desirable circumstances…” Probably shouldn’t mention the money first thing. If you’re not terribly busy, though, I have something I need to ask you.”
((OOC: THANK YOU, Devorah, for not posting something that would mess me up. XD And for Cen: look up the name "Lucius Down," and think about where you've heard the names Lucius and Brutus together before. I'll give you a hint with, "Et tu?"))
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Cen
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Post by Cen on May 17, 2012 18:51:56 GMT -6
Cen fought the feeling to say some choice angry words at Devorah's tone. He didn't know what nerve he'd struck, but he didn't appreciate her being angry while he tried protect her. It was his duty, and her being angry at him would get in the way. Cen realized he was being childish, and should simply move past it, but it stuck in his mind. Getting out of the crowd was a good idea. But Saint Elimine was he upset. He gripped his lance, tightly as he swung his eyes around. He saw the man again, but saw he was speaking with the blue/white haired girl from before. He cringed at the slight toe in his voice as he said, "Lead the way, ma'am." She didn't deserve that anger, but he probably didn't either. He kept the man in his peripheral vision.
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Post by Devorah on May 22, 2012 13:28:04 GMT -6
Devorah ignored the heated tone in Cen's voice as she led them to the edge of the market, thankful to be out of the crowd. While she hadn't meant to get so snappy with Cen, she wasn't a "delicate flower," as her mother used to put it. She was a Keskarvian warrior, born with the ferocity of a leopard and the swiftness of a hummingbird! Her body was honed for struggle, and her mind was sharpened for war. Maybe she wasn't as experienced as the other warriors who had braved wartime, but she had spent 5 years learning solely how to use her body as the extension to her weapon. She was certainly capable of handling herself.
But another part of her knew that Cen probably hadn't meant to come across as thinking of her otherwise. Knowing she was mostly at fault for lashing out, she whipped around to apologize to the knight when she heard the polite voice sound near them. While she wasn't necessarily sure who of the two of them the masculine voice was addressing, she caught sight of him and recognized him instantly as the man who had sent her reeling from earlier. The apology would have to wait, because spirits be damned if she wasn't going to give him a piece of her mind even if he wasn't speaking directly to her.
"Oh, it's you! You'd better believe we did," she angrily replied to his recollection, her hand whipping up and pointing at the brown-haired man. "I have half a mind to send you flying right now." She put her hand down, resting it on the axe-eye as she moved in closer, eyes alight with resentment. "Some nerve you have to come back not even with an apology, but instead with a request for us?" Brows furrowed and hand twitching, she knew it would be a foolish move to start a fight over something as small as this. But like a threatened cat lashes out to establish dominance over its surroundings, Devorah wanted to make it clear that she was not one who would cave to this city so easily.
(ooc: know you were talking to Cen but wanted to get us moving)
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Cen
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Post by Cen on May 27, 2012 18:08:05 GMT -6
Cen realized the man from before had addressed a question to him. He gritted his teeth and began to lift his lance, almost ready to strike. He managed to keep his head calm. If he didn't gt his anger in check soon, he'd get hurt. He knew that wasn't the saying, but realistically he was probably one of the worst off warriors in this city. If anybody died, it'd be him. Probably not the best idea for him to die here.
Cen listened to Devorah talk. She seemed pretty confident. He was tempted to say yeah in a husky tone when she finished, but decided she was mad enough at him already. He turned his lance and stuck it in the ground, leaning on it. He could smell the city smells he'd never been too fond of drift away with the crowd.
Cen cleared his throat before speaking, "Ask away. You may want to choose your words carefully though, neither of us," Cen nodded his head to Devorah, "are in the mood to be conned."
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Vander Rimgate
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Jun 2, 2012 20:43:17 GMT -6
So much aggression! Vander had half a mind to throw it back in their faces, but again, experience took over; regardless of whether he could outfight one of them, he stood no chance against both, and any city watch that caught them fighting in a crowded place like the market would be an unfortunate addition. A raised eyebrow was the only thing that slipped through.
I'll play their game for now, then... Although that wasn't too bad, since he had bowled the Sacaen woman over...he would give them a bit of a shock, then.
But the lancer's warning presented a problem: if they expected to be conned, he couldn't act like a con-man, which meant that he couldn't act like theythought a con-man should act. The thief settled his mind to assess the two, using every deductive skill he had to try to figure out what would set off warning bells.
In all honesty, he did it best when under severe stress.
Gotta be careful. They both look ready to kabob me.
Okay...
The Sacaen's straightforward, and she's standing a bit apart from the blonde, so she wants to be independent; knows how to use that axe, but obviously doesn't know much about cities. Neither does he, but he's absorbing it better, she was ahead of him when they headed out of the crowd. Massive protective instinct on the lancer, the Sacaen probably doesn't care for that if she's jabbing fingers at me and talking over him, maybe... He wasn't getting anywhere, and he realized that he'd been observing them for a few seconds without moving or speaking; if he had more time, and maybe just a hint more background...
Vander hated it, but the simple fact was that he would have to be honest.
Well, mostly honest.
Turning to the Sacaen--the observations were frustratingly incomplete, but he didn't need them to realize the best way to defuse the situation--Vander gave a slight bow before finally speaking. "The two of you are right; I didn't apologize, and I would like to now--" he made eye contact, "--and if there's anything I can do to make for it, let me know. There is on thing that I need to do first, however." The thief positioned himself so that he could face the two at the same time, relaxing his posture as much as possible; subtly, or so he thought, though anyone looking for a con would probably notice it was forced. "I rushed by you because I was late delivering a payment to somebody. When I reached out to stop you--" he gestured to the Sacaen woman, "--from falling, I believe I dropped it. Have either of you seen a small sack of coins?"
How's that for a con-man? Vander thought smugly. The girl couldn't possibly for any impossible favors--she seemed too no-nonsense for that--and once he had the money, he could do whatever she needed as quickly as possible and deliver the package.
Simple.
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