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It was going to be a long day. The sun was at it's peak, and even with it's height, he remained lingering in the shadows between Piet's Apothecary and the Norther's Goods: Bakery and Sundries. The large buildings provided enough shade to keep him out of the main beam of light. He ate a small role of sweetbread, that had been dipped in caramel. It wasn't common for him to feast upon sweets like this one, but when he could afford it and when he came up here, it was nice to treat himself to something once in a while.

What was the harm?  It wasn't like he could afford it back in Arca, and much of that was closed off ground.  Anything he had for himself was taken in by someone else anyway. And there was no fun in sharing. So Crowe ate his sweetbread slowly and thoughtfully, enjoying it as he eyed the frame of the building around him.  And eyed the street and the surrounding neighborhood.

Jobs away from homeground were troublesome, mostly since he had to pay quite a hefty share to the Mountain Cats.  That and the further away he went meant fences were harder to come by. But a quick score, something small and light, could garner a pretty penny for himself. Jobs alone weren't recommended for anyone with half a brain; leaving Mountain Cat territory meant leaving back-up. Thankfully, Crowe had most of his brains.

He chewed the last of his sweetroll and licked his fingers clean. After that, he pulled out the small leatherbound book from behind his shirt, tucked just under the lip of his trousers and began to sketch.  It wasn't exact artistry, but his lines were clean and his notes were legible to himself. Various markings on possible entranceways and exits, where guards were patrolling or posted, or stopped to take leaks or shags.

This town was nice, not too many whores trying to ply their wares, just one red-light manor down the road in a finely red-bricked building. Not much to be had there, but his friend Jann was rather good at giving him scoop on who or what might need a good robbing.

Crowe stepped out from the alley and looked up and around, carefully wrapping up the book with it's leather strip and knotting it before it placing it back in the compartment on his belt. He clicked the lock in place and put the old piece of chalk into his pocket.  Jann would get a cut.  There was an interesting pawn shop not too far around the corner of the baked goods shop, one that might not mind a few jewels lifted here and there.

What was more it had a back that led right through this alleyway.  Might as well go check it out; there wasn't any point in wasting daylight.




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Cheesigator

Atashi looked around with her mismatched eyes shining bright and mischievously as she checked out the vendors in the marketplace. It was noon, time for everyone to go out and do all their shopping. The streets were a little crowded and bustling in some areas--perfect for assholes like her with sticky fingers to make a good profit.

Every person who shoved past her ended up with something missing off of their belt, or perhaps an entire pouch of coins missing. She pocketed it all with ease, and swiped an apple from a cart, taking a bite once she was a safe distance away as she enjoyed its tart and juicy flavor. Yeah, it was a nice day.

She ducked into an alley to look at the collection of things she had snagged that were now in the leather pouch fastened to her belt, and she grinned, taking another bite of apple. She'd snagged a hefty amount of coins, some rings, a... Was that what she thought it was? Yep. Yep she'd recognize that phallic structure anywhere. Looked brand new. That cost a pretty penny. She whistled. At least it was clean.

She looked up, catching movement and pressing herself against the stone wall as she closed the flap on her bag. Looked like some dude (she could use such big words) and he was writing in something. A mage, perhaps? She flashed her teeth in a grin, and as he moved she noticed him putting it back in the bag he wore at his waist.

He moved away and disappeared around the corner; using her years of learned stealth, she quickly ghosted through the alley and came out on the other side, her gaze finding him among the people. This street was pretty empty, it seemed. She glanced over at the property across the way; the guard finished taking a piss by the gate and moved on. She licked her lips. If that was a book of spells it'd be pretty easy to sell for a decent price to any idiot willing to believe what she told them.

She followed after him, and once she was close enough she stopped her act of looking like she was looking around the town to glance at the clasp on his bag. Might be a bit tricky, but nothing she hadn't accomplished before.

She picked up the pace to a jog, like she was running late for something; she called out a random name, in the hopes it might get his attention to hear someone yelling in the otherwise quiet street. If he started to turn around it'd be easier for her run into him, because she totally wasn't looking where she was going, wink wink, and in the confusion as she was shouting "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, but I really have to go!" Her hands found the clasp and pulled the book from his bag, in one smooth movement hiding it in her coat as she tugged it around her like she was afraid of it slipping off as she continued to run away, calling out the name she used earlier and disappearing down an alleyway.

Lion

It wasn't like the street was overly crowded or anything. Crowe often kept to the side, rather than trying to part through the middle like he was some kind of mad bull, finding it easier to easily maneuver around the congealing bodies as the day grew longer. Hrm, well, it seemed they were content in finding things to do with themselves.  He didn't seem any more out of place than they did.  Good, then nobody would give him that long look he hated.

Side-eyed glances, overlong stares. It wasn't like he even looked that Adelan.  Except maybe he did.  He was a lot swarthier than most pale or albino looking Serenians. Bah, now was not a good time to get caught up on minor details.

The people on this side of the block were pretty sparse. So he was a little surprised when he heard someone else calling for another stranger behind him.  He did turn to see who spoke, only to feel a body collide none too gently against him. He made a soft 'oof' sound and turned as the painted woman rounded away and skittered off.  "Watch where you're fucking going," he growled as he watched her gain distance from him.

Except....something didn't feel quite right.  Because strangers just didn't touch strangers.  Not by accident. Not on a not crowded street.  But, he didn't have anything readily exposed to take...  Not unless.  His hand slipped behind him to touch his belt.  Everything seemed in place, except his....

"Fuck!" he hissed and abruptly turned to blurred form disappearing down an alleyway.  Crowe didn't bother screaming for help. Guards were useless.  And this woman just bought herself a world of hurt.




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"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

Bingo! She didn't hear the man's hiss under his breath of course, she was too busy inwardly squealing that that had been so easy, she couldn't have done it better herself!

Except, oh wait, she had! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

As soon as she was in the alley she stuffed the book in between her belt and her waist, she'd tuck it more carefully in her bag later, but right now she had to make damn sure she made a clean getaway, because that would just make her crow even more about her prowess and skill if she pulled this off without that dork noticing what hit him.

She jumped onto a few crates, hooking her fingers in the cracks of stones laid into a building and easily pulling herself up onto the roof, darting away to start parkouring her way, doubling back the way she came and keeping low to the rooftops as she ran, dropping down into a different alley several streets away. She was as nimble as a fish in the water, and like one she quickly threaded back into the crowds of people in the merchant area, pulling her hood up over her head to obscure her brown hair and face--just in case.

Now she just had to find someone dumb enough to sell this thing to, but first she had to get a look at it once she was sure she wasn't being followed.

Lion

But the dork did notice!  And he was soon going to be right on her ass!

Or as close to her ass as he could presently get because for fuck's sake was she fast. Crowe turned swiftly down the alley after her, losing view after a few seconds. The alley was narrow however and relatively straightforward. If she wasn't on the other side, where else could she?  She couldn't just disappear!  Even mages left traces of where they'd been.

Only dust began to flutter down and small rocks that pat him on the head. The crates in the alleyway were nondescript, some open and some garbage stored away to be disposed of later. Had he just been bumped into by a ghost? Crowe shook his head of it, and when the dust finally landed on his head, he looked up and saw her vaulting up on the roof. 

Crowe didn't waste any more time in leaping on the crates and climbing up after her. The grooves were harder to hold with thicker fingers, but he managed just fine...  Only to see her fucking run off again!  Man was she fucking fast.  Any seconds longer and he'd lose sight of her in another alley.

"HEY!" he finally barked before she dropped. And she probably didn't even hear him!  Crowe didn't bother going the way she came and instead followed alongside from above.  A flip and an easy vault later and he was right above her in the market place.  "Oh you put your hood up!  How mysterious of you.  You won't need that mystery because you're a dead woman.  And you'll need someone to identify the corpse!"

He got ahead of the hooded figure, and pulled a knife from his belt.  It was a long shot, but he was an eagle eye when it came to this sort of thing.  He eyed the movement of the hood and threw the knife when he felt he had her in his sights and the knife flew in a flash of silver.  And flew it did, right into the wood of the stall right next to her head!




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

Dammit! She was quick, but she wasn't quick enough it sounded like.

You know that instinct you get, that buzzing in the back of your mind when someone is yelling at you and you just know it's you they're yelling to? Yeah, she got that, right now.

She heard his voice over the crowd, and threw a quick glance over her shoulder, spotting him after a moment of searching--he was on the rooftops, too. She smirked.

Ah, so he wasn't exactly an innocent man, either, if he could climb up there so quickly and with such little hesitation.

But it wasn't like she hadn't done this kind of thing before, either. She grinned at him, the pearly whites of her teeth visible beneath her hood as she gave him a little wave and darted into the crowd, ducking low and weaving expertly in between the shopgoers, inserting herself quite neatly into a shop. Like a mouse into a hole, she disappeared from his sights yet again, where she quickly exited out the back, into the alley, and then went through the backdoor of the building next door, entering quickly and pausing a moment once inside, pressing herself into a nook somewhat hidden from view as she waited to see if he'd track her in here--chances were, probably not.

"Everything okay, miss?" A young barmaid asked, for she had ended up in a tavern it seemed. Atashi stared at the girl for a moment before letting out a sigh, feigned panic. "I'm hiding from my ex-boyfriend, he's crazy, he thinks I stole his book or something." The girl's eyes shot up, she glanced around quickly and leaned in, "Follow me!"

She led Atashi into the back where the workers could disappear, closed off from the public. "What's he look like?" Atashi described the man whom she had just stolen the book from and the girl nodded. "If I see him I'll tell him you went back out the front--in the meantime, go down this trap door," She tapped a heavy wooden door with her foot, which Atashi hadn't even noticed, "And follow the cellar, it leads out on the other side of the street, by the owner's house."

Atashi's face lit up brightly, she gave the girl a hug, thanked her, and did exactly what she was told. She didn't really like lying like that, but hey this was the situation that had been given to her. So, she was good, and made sure to keep her sticky fingers in her pockets as she hopped into the cellar and ran, coming out on the other side, checking that the coast was clear, and then hopping out onto the street.

A quick look around and she smirked, closing the door after herself. She was quite a ways away from where she'd last seen Idiot McStupidface, and in a completely different direction from where he'd seen her heading. Perfect.

She sidled up into a back alley and found herself in a nice little nook, underneath an archway set into an alley where the sunlight couldn't shine, keeping it nice and dark and cozy for her to remain undetected in her dark cloak as she took a look at her findings.

"... Drawrings?" She sputtered when she finally got to Idiot's pain-in-the-ass book. She rolled her eyes, letting it thump against her lap with disgust. "You've got to be kidding me." He sure as hell didn't look like an artist--then again, he didn't look like a mage either. Or a poet. Either way... Well, maybe it wasn't entirely a waste of time.

She looked at the book in her hands, chewing on her lip thoughtfully.

She might be able to convince someone it was the sketchbook of Leonardo Da Pinci, that famous artist she'd heard about. She tilted her head, looking at some of the drawings, nodding approvingly of this idea. Yes.

She was a great conman, she could do that no problem. She knew some nobles around here liked art.

Lion

Shit, SHIT, SHIIIIT!!!

But it was too bad curses were just not enough to curb the sickening feeling Crowe felt stirring inside of him. He was sure he was going to pass out from dizziness as panic began to set in. Forcing himself to focus wasn't easy and he searched the streets to and fro and saw where she disappeared to.  And suddenly didn't come out of!

After five minutes, it was clear she was gone.  Even if she had some odd plan of waiting him out. He had jumped down into the street and into the crowd and out to the building he thought she might have gone into.  The old go-in-one-building-but-come-out-the-back-way trick was something he would have done - had done countless other times before.

But this time he was the mark. 

Crowe leapt down and stepped toward the shop's rear entrance, unknowingly stepping over the trap door, stopped by the girl.  "She went out that way!  Came charging through here like a mad bull!" she quickly said.

Except he didn't even mention her and thought it rather odd she was readily offering her up.  Instead he grabbed her by shoulders. "You saw her and you didn't stop her!?  She's a Connlaothian spy!  And she has the queen's diary!  And you just let her go through here!  People's lives are at stake!" he lied.  "How could you do such a thing!?"

Blood vanished from her face.  "S-she said you were her ex!  You were crazy!"

"Do I look crazy to you?"

She stared at him, speechless.

"Just tell me where she went!"

"Uhhh!  D-down!  Down the door!  By your feet!"

"You've saved Queen and Country, I'll make sure you're properly thanked." 

And he disappeared.




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"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

By the time her former target had exited the underground cellar, Atashi was already back out in the streets a few blocks up, obscurred by the crowd just in time to catch a nobleman who was passing through with a few of his guards.

She managed to get his attention and keep it, long enough to convince him that this sketchbook was definitely something he needed. And by the time she was done, boy did he pay a pretty penny for it. She was a good liar, just as he was a good fool.

She hawked the rest of the goods she'd stolen, always doing it quick after she nabbed them so nobody could ever pin her down for it. She had learned WAY early on that it was best to never be caught with something somebody else was looking for.

She perched up on a rooftop after she was done, munching on an apple again--this one she'd paid for--as she watched the people, her purse full of coin and a day's job well done. She'd spend one more night here and then probably head out tomorrow morning, she figured. In the meantime, she just hoped that other guy--presumably another thief like herself--didn't find her again, cuz boy he'd be pissed.

Of course, Atashi could be clever but sometimes she didn't have any common sense. Like how she shouldn't have been sitting out in plain sight if she didn't want to be found.

Lion

It would be more than an hour before Crowe found himself on the streets again.  He couldn't believe it.  He'd been duped, and the woman was long gone and probably laughing her ass off. Or worse yet she was copying down everything he had written down in that book and using it for her own nefarious plans!  He was the one that did all the hard work in scouting and mapping out the routes for scores.

He was stewing inside and he threw up not long after he came out of that cellar tunnel.  There went that sweetbread. It was a shame too.  Well, that would be the last time he would get to enjoy a creamy caramel sweetroll.  Oh, he could still taste it too.  Mostly the bile though.

The streets were long and winding, and every face resembled the tattooed face and her horrible cackle!  And her slick hands!  In any other time those would be reasons to look twice, but he had a feeling he was never going to see that book again. 

It was as if she was there in the corner, sweeping her front stoop.  Or same person eating that apple on the roof.  He stared long and hard.  And his entire body was surged in fiery rage.  Crowe moved swift, maneuvering around the back of the building until he was atop the roof and soon behind the tattooed crone!

And he wasted no time in snatching her up by the shoulders and piledriving her into the rooftop ground.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

This time, Atashi, made blind by her over-confidence, did not notice her former target there in the streets. No, she was too busy taking a delicious bite out of her apple, pointing and laughing at a guy who got brutally rejected by the girl he just confessed to. Shit, it was like she was watching a comedy play!

It was so comedic in fact, one could almost here the comical BONK sound effect as she was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, lifted up and dropped onto her head.

It was so jarring and the pain was so sharp and sudden it knocked her silly.

Like it actually knocked her out.

She slid right off the roof and landed headfirst yet again into the crate of fruit below her, legs flopping over as she stuck straight out of the box, out cold.

Well Atashi, how's about them apples?

Lion

[Poor Atashi xD]

Crowe grunted like an ape - and probably smelled like one after going through that cellar - as he stepped over the side of the building and saw Atashi's limp body. Well, fuck now he killed her.  Good luck getting his book back now!  Oh, except he saw something twitch in there!  Yeah, she wasn't dead. She'd  most likely just got a little dazed by it, no harm done.

He made his way down toward the crates and stepped into the apple bin.  "Get up!" he barked, reaching down to grab her by the legs.  "You're fucking dead!"




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

Well, Crowe wasn't wrong in that he'd seen a twitch, but that was all he got. As he dropped into the bin next to her and grabbed her by the legs and pulled her out, he'd quickly come to find that no, she wasn't getting up any time soon.

She dangled there in his grip, completely limp and about as lively as a ragdoll, eyes closed.

It was okay though because in her head she was having great dreams of being crowned the empress of Ponyland and she was a pegasus with a unicorn horn and there were ponies all around her that were in a rainbow of colors! There was a blue one, and a pink one, and a blue one with rainbow hair, and some of them were wearing fancy dresses and hats and she had a crown and her first act as empress of Ponyland was having a pie eating contest with all of her royal guards and whoever won was to be the king to her queen!

She didn't like any of them though, she wasn't into horses. But the pie was delicious.

Lion

Ragdoll though she might be, Crowe wasn't going to take any chances. He was a Mountain Cat after all. You learned things like this the hard way when you had to kidnap and ransom. Spirits forbid a mark get loose. It didn't happen often, but when it did, well, embarrassing was just the start. If you managed to get hold of them again, maybe nobody had to know you were a fool. If they got loose and got killed, or got away, you didn't stay a Mountain Cat for very long.

Crowe thankfully was generally good about keeping people knocked out. And when they were, binding their arms behind their backs and cincing them nice and tight. Tattooed slick-handed woman, all tied up. He'd like to see just her wriggle her way out of that one, as his skill with knots was secondary to his ability to trace with charcoal.

And yet, he only had enough twine on his belt to make sure her arms were secured.  And her legs would just have to be arm bound for now as he carried her over his shoulder, avoiding laying his head on her ass because of all the pain she'd caused him. 

Oh she was still a dead woman. Maybe not here, but he knew he could find a place a little more secluded.  Then she was double dead.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

As Atashi slowly came to her senses, she became aware first of two things: First, she was no longer in Ponyland, and Second, she was tied up, and her head hurt really really bad. So maybe that was three things.

She groaned a little, raising her head enough to get a look around and she stared dumbly at the back of the guy who was carrying her, mismatched eyes slowly traveling up his body--no wait, back down, that was a nice ass he had there--back up to the back of his head.

"Hhhhey Slick I like guys who can pick me up," She said, her voice a little rough and her words a little messy, "But I'm not into bondage I think you have me confused for my twin sister." Yes, who also happened to have the same exact tattoos as you, Atashi. Brilliant. He would definitely buy that one.

She wiggled a little, testing her restraints and was able to determine he had muscular arms too. Hawt. Maybe if she wiggled enough she could reach far enough down to bite him in the ass because SHE WAS A PAIN AFTER ALL AHAHAHAHAHA she was so screwed.

Lion

Ha!  Now she wanted to talk!  And was still trying to be a smart ass about it too. Crowe had better instincts than to give her the time of day. She stole his book, made him run through a nasty, stinky cellar, and thought she could just get away with it!  AS if nothing ever happened?!

"You're so fucking dead," he growled and immediately cursed himself.  Shit.  He wasn't supposed to say anything.  Welp, it was too late for that now. The cat was out of the proverbial bag.  Aaaand, he was nearing the street and forgot that he had her draped over his shoulder like she was a bag of potatoes.  Fuck, and there was a sack right next to the crates!

Oh well, no point in going back now.

"Where's my book?" he asked plainly, trying to navigate through the alley as they reached the edge of the market.  "And speak plainly the words you pick. They'll probably be your last."




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

Well sheesh, this guy was no fun. And she wasn't about to stick her hand down his pants to pull the stick out of his ass because apparently he liked it there. Well fine then.

He asked her where the book was and she stared at the ground for a moment. "Um." She said, eloquently.

"I sold it." She blurted, wiggling her wrists and realizing that she wasn't about to literally slide her way out of this one. He'd tied her up good.

But hey maybe if she could show him where it was he wouldn't kill her just yet.

Lion

"Stop wriggling," he hissed, trying to keep it together after just hearing that she sold the book.  And his hand promptly followed with a hard slap to her ass.

That stick was generally pulled out when he was off duty.  Which was supposed to be now until this wench came along and decided that he deserved a good robbing. He already lost his book, his lunch, and most of his dignity.

He paused by the alley's exit, seeing two guards patrolling down the street.  He couldn't very well carry her the rest of the way without it looking worse.  So Crowe set Atashi down on her feet and looped an arm around her arms so they could get through the crowd.

"Where did you sell it? And who did you sell it to?" He asked through clenched teeth.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

The ass-slap was a pretty good wakeup call; it was more the sound that did it than the light stinging from the actual hit, but still. She let out a scandalous moan just to spite him.

Suddenly she was set down on her feet, and she threw a glare over her shoulder at him before they were moving again, his arm behind her preventing her from bolting anywhere. She couldn't exactly call the guards over either, all he'd have to do is tell them she stole his stuff and then she'd be in even bigger trouble.

She let out an exasperated sigh, head still throbbing from having the entirety of her body weight dropped on it earlier as she tried to remember.

"Uh, I think it was up a few more blocks. I don't remember the guy's name but if I see him I'll remember. Good luck getting it back though." And surprisingly she didn't say that to piss him off; her tone of voice was even, matter-of-factly. The buyer was a noble, this guy would have a lot of guards and security to get through and she wasn't sure either of them could have done it alone if they tried.

Lion

A few more blocks at her instruction, and Crowe kept his arm around her firm. He stared a little at her face, wondering how she got around looking like she did.  A mess, and like she was used to traversing through sewers and the city's underbelly. Sooner or later someone would put her out of her misery.

It was when he saw the increased presence of guards that his stomach dropped. Yeah, good luck was right.  The denizens here were much better dressed and stalked the streets with less of a beaten down look to them.  The guards were much more friendly and clearly paying attention to what was going around them.

"Shit," Crowe hissed.  "You sold it to a noble!  Why!?  Oh, nevermind!  Which one is it!?  Quickly! My patience is running thin, and we both stick out like smelly bums."




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The Red Legion

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Desert Valley Nights
Wrong Turn

"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Cheesigator

Had he voiced any of his rather rude opinions out loud, Atashi would've been quite confused--she had no idea what he'd have been talking about! Despite her headache, her eyes were still bright and she thought her tattoos looked quite cool thank you very much.

"Right here!" She announced as they entered the much more well-off part of town, and the thief who was shoving her around was rightfully concerned. Neither of them should have been anywhere near this area, because even with all the coin Atashi had in her purse right now the two of them didn't come anywhere close to making as much as these folks did.

She looked up at him at his question, frowning at him like he was stupid. "Well a'course I sold it to a noble, only they would have 'The appropriate taste and money for fine art such as this.'" She quoted in a hoity-toity nasally accent, perhaps mocking the man she sold it to earlier.

She started walking, tugging the thief along now behind her as she stuck her tongue out in thought, looking among the faces in the crowd to see if his face popped out to her.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhmmmmmmuuuuhhhhhhhh nope not him nope not that guy either--maybe he left--Oh!" She burst into a grin and tried to point with her finger like the ruffian she was, but her arms were still tied so she just started nodding with her head. "That guy! Going into the fancy house there!"

The nobleman in question was surrounded by a posse of guards, and the home he was walking into just so happened to be the same exact mansion that Crowe had been scouting out for his own dastardly plans earlier.

"Ahhhh that's a right shame there." She said, still grinning. "That is going to be really hard to get into. Want some help?" She beamed at him.

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