Dilemma

[Anonymous]

Senra wasn't quite sure what she was doing in Arca. Then again, half of the time she wasn't quite sure what she was doing anywhere, so she didn't have the right to question this little venture out into civilization. But currently, Senra was leaning up against a wall, in a marketplace bustling with others, next to a shaded stand where someone was selling flowers. Despite the owner not seeming to mind, Senra was aware and unperterbed by the constant irked wandering of his gaze to her presence. Decked out in her ebony cloak, hooded and fastened to nearly completely hide her face save for maybe her mouth, chin and neck, she didn't pose as much of a window shopper. More or less a thief, but Senra didn't want to steal flowers so it didn't occur to her to bother.

However, if she wanted a flower, she would be stealing it.. as she currently was broke. Flat out broke, not even a single Copper to her name. This presented a problem, as having just arrived from an annoyingly harsh and wearing trek to the city, Senra had decided that she wanted to spend at least one night at an Inn. A bed in an Inn, rather than in the shade of the building. Booze didn't sound too bad, either. Thusly, she was advertising.

Of course, no one would know who she was, this being her first time in Arca.. or well, she hoped no one recognized her. What she was hoping for was work. The slouching, arms folded, one leg over the other, boot heel propped pose clearly said "I am an assassin, please give me work." Or at least, that's what she figured it said.
Of course she was currently a hobo in better terms, so she was unlikely to refuse any other small, menial job that someone could have figured she was proposing. Unless they mistook her for a prostitute. She doubted that was possible.

She had to admit the damn cloak was making it hard for her to remain still in the blazing heat. Maybe though, if she sweat alot people would see her for the hobo she actually was. People threw money at them. Lucky bastards.[/i]

[Anonymous]

All of a sudden a crash came about in through the crowd.  A rush of a single voice bled through the cluttered voices of the market.  A tall man of say about, 5' 11" ran through the crowd, jumping over carts and running into people.  It was an elf, a light elf to be exact that went by Xerxes Landian, or Xerc as he preferred to be called.  His breath ran from him like a steam engine as he leapt his way over a woman's head. "Sorry!" he called back as he landed on his feet.

"STOP, THIEF!" cried a law official, chasing after Xerc.  Xerc sprinted and jumped over another street cart and accidentally knocked it over upon landing.  The constable couldn't stop in time and tripped over the cart, landing in the fallen fruit.  Getting up as quickly as possible, he wiped the melon slice off his face and continued pursuit of the elf.

Xerc hurriedly vaulted past a woman in dark garb and cloak, nearly knocking her over.  Even as good mannered as he was (or tried to be at least), he just didn't have time to apologize for he was obviously in a hurry somewhere.  The wind from his movement, blew a poster in her path, on it read, "Reward for live capture of thief."  On it was a terrible makeshift sketch of Xerxes.  His tan tunic was starting to become wet with sweat from not only from the run but also the heat from the sun.  Quickly, like the pounce of a cat, he turned into an alley way.  Ha ha ha! That slow constable can't even hope to keep up with a light elf, the thought passed through his mind as the feeling of imminent freedom.

[Anonymous]

Senra luckily had the good sense of looking up at the first demand of the law official, and with the hectic commotion and chaos hurdling down the path of the crowded street. Despite having swift senses and reactions, she hadn't been expecting the sight before her. No, the sight of someone lunging past her, inches from completely bowling her over. Senra had reacted in an involuntary panic, throwing herself completely against the wall and readied to spring into battle only just as whoever had raced out of view. Before she even processed everything that had just happened, something tan had crossed into the very corner of her eye, and on instant reaction she had snapped it from the air with a hand, the rough paper crunched in her fist.

Heart pounding, the clear thought of "wtf!?" in her mind, she glanced at the poster unintentionally being choked in her grasp, and instantly focused, noting the large print. Reward? Live capture? The non flattering sketch of someone clearly indicated at least one thing that she recognized from the insanity that had just flown across the street. Flaxen hair. She looked up just in time to watch the blonde haired man pivot into a nearby alley, and a sly, cocky grin adhered to her features that would possibly make her look crazy if she wasn't hidden behind the veil of her hood. Dropping the poster, it fell instantly into the rush of air in her wake as she leapt into the street, dodging interested bystander and confused passerby.

Passing the official, she had easily gotten from the stand to the alley without (luckily) causing injury or massive trauma to anyone in her way. Quick as she was, the man was apparently incredibly fast, and only then did Senra figure it might be annoying to try and capture him. Alive. Either way, upon turning into the alleyway she had ceased her hellbent chase and halted a couple steps into the shadowy area. A dead end. The thief picked it well. Smiling to herself at the promise of the poster, figuring (hoping) the pursuing official was hot on their trail, she had figured to hop to whatever action it too to at least catch him.

Plan.. no plan. Fuck. Think first, act second. Senra cursed herself silently, and on a whim of her own anger pulled her hood down and shaking her thick curtain of black hair from her uncloaked eye. With a better view of this person, she noticed the strange glow of light radiating dimly from his ghost pale skin. She repressed the urge to quirk a brow, and instead tried letting her surprise cease. She knew there were non human beings. Only now, she was wondering whether or not he could make her head explode or turn her into a frog with a snap of his fingers.

Ignoring the wariness at approaching the bated conflict, Senra began advancing towards the non human person.

"I suggest you stop running, seeing as the pig of law is on your tail," she said, the venom of threat laced in her tone.

(Haah, I just got a funny/dumb idea. Sen's wanted in some areas, and might've gotten her reputation noted while being 'in hiding.' So if you're still npcing the cop feel free to have him recognize/try to arrest her too if you feel like it.)

[Anonymous]

(Sounds like a plan)
 
Xerc stopped dead in his tracks by the gaze of the bloodthirsty woman.  He smirked slightly at her appearance, probably because of the area of her legs that showed.  He crouched down, "What's a belle like you doing in these parts of the city?" he said cocking his head to the left.  His face grew red with embarrassment because he was sweaty in the presence of a lady, but when he looked into her eyes, he knew she did not care about that.  He tossed his long blond hair back out of his face so he could gain a good sight of her.  She did not seem to be in the kidding mood.

He stood up.  His height seemed to be extended (though it wasn't) now that he stood full length.  His longer-than-average obsidian daggers hanging to his sides.  He his features were flawless, the pale glowing aura about him only enlightening them.

Then out from behind the woman, the constable seemed to have caught up with the two speedsters.  He gasped for breath as he slowed into a walk and yelled out, "You're never gonna get away this time, you bastard Xerc!"  Then his attention went to the woman, who's dark garb gave her the suspicious look of an accomplice.  His eyes grew wide, "I knew you couldn't have done this alone!"  The constable drew out his club and attempted to swing it at the woman.  In the hastening pace of the moment, Xerc sped to her defense grabbed the mace.  He knocked the hilt of it in his face, knocking the officer back against the worn brick wall.  "Never!" He exclaimed, "Never attempt to strike a woman in my presence again!"  There was no response seeing as the man fell unconscious.

Xerc gazed back at the woman expectantly, "You're welcome."