Laughing at the exclamation of the Sonari, Marlena caught up as the woman slowed, seemingly appearing from nowhere and making her presence known. You don't say? I count at least two ahead, one of them on the rooftops, as well as your unfortunate John. We aren't the only ones on his trail, so we'd best hurry.
Picking up the pace again, she surged forward towards the turn in the alley. Marlena had no real interest in the trinket the drunk carried now, but plenty in why a petty thief would be hunted by the ones running above. The thought came to her that they may be the drunkard's allies, but then again, they would have probably attacked the first moment the man seemed in trouble. And a giant Soren running at him seemed as good a trouble as any.
::Marlena passes Dionne and nears the corner at the same time as the Soren. As they get ready to turn onto the side alley there comes the sound of a scuffle ahead.
Should they continue to round the corner they see the thief laying face down in the dirt with a figure bent over him. As they watch the figure slowly rises with its back to the pair. All you can see in the dark is that it is roughly average sized and covered in a dirty, ragged cloak.
Dionne sees the pair race ahead and comes to the corner after they do.
Deerfield exits the building seemingly unaware that the lady's words were his own repeated back to him. The street outside is empty as the others had moved on. He can either investigate, or drift off into the night and out of the adventure.::
"Well, hello there.." Dionne whisperes to herself, that they've been beaten to the thief.
Looking around, Dionne wasn't so sure about this. One one hand she wanted to make the thief pay for his crime, on the other hand it seemed a too much of a hassle - she wasn't going to die for some trinkiet, and one rouge wouldn't make all these calls.
Gripping her blades tighter, she sticks around the exit of the alley, unsure of what to do.
Upon turning out of the alleyway, the scene was not one that Miroslaw liked to see. He was unsure if the man was dead or just incapacitated. He was also not certain if the man standing above him was friend or foe. Miroslaw came to a complete halt after turning the corner, but after a moment, slowly began moving forward towards the shadowed figure.
He stated loud enough for the man to hear, "Well, that chase ended quickly. Thank you, friend." He was entirely uneasy about this guy, but he talked hoping for some form of a reaction. Something to test this guy's intentions. Regardless, he still needed to get that trinket back for the lady.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
At first Deerfield wanted to look for another tavern, but then he realized his budget wasn't infinite. He decided to rather walk home and have a following day full of work in his workshop. There was much to do.
Therefore, he wandered out of the involvement in this story.
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
Hesitating as she turned into the alley, Marlena halted and stepped back just behind the Soren, he could be their front line, whether he knew it or not, though she wasn't so confident that one of the people from above wouldn't jump down behind them. Her fingers found the hilt of her weapons at her hips, more for comfort than a want to use them, eyes scanning the figure as it rose.
The shape of the hood seemed off, but that could be for any number of reasons, it was the silence around them and the ease with which the figure took out the man that caused her to step back from the situation slightly. For someone so drunk he was stumbling, the man had run with surprising ease, the sight of the Soren must have sobered him up quickly. But then, wouldn't he have been able to defend himself against an attacker? She questions it all in the space of a few moments, the whether the man was alive or dead only briefly crossing her mind.
::The prone figure let out a groan and shifted slightly to give answer to the question on some people's mind.
The lone cloaked figure rose without turning as he called back to the people behind him in a voice vaguely familiar to the Sonari.::
"Well, if it's not a few of my favorite Wistvalians. One might think fate had brought us together again...
One would be a fool...
I am going to trust in what they say about honor among our kind, Marlena, and ask that you please do me a kindness, and see this returned to its owner."
::And arm emerges from beneath the dirty cloak with a locket clasped in the hand.::
"I hope one of you were bright enough to retrieve its contents."
::With a flick of the wrist the locket is tossed back towards the group.::
The groan let Miroslaw know the man was still alive. That was a big relief for him. He may have been a thief and a drunk, but he didn't deserve death for this.
The man spoke in a strange way. There was clearly something between this man and the female behind him, but it was not Miroslaw's concern. His concern was with returning the locket to its rightful owner. The man seemed to have good intentions, with an odd aura about him. Miroslaw questioned to himself what contents he might have missed. His thoughts were interrupted when the figure threw the locket back at them.
Miroslaw lunged his hands forward, trying to catch the thrown object. "Thanks again." he would say after examining what he hopefully catches.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Marlena looked back to her two temporary companions and then to the shadowed figure before her. It appeared that they were acquainted which wasn't so surprising as the fact that he seemed to know her. No Tryst member would speak to her as they did as most knew her at least well enough to know that she'd see to such a thing, even if they didn't know much else about her at all. Outside of the Tryst, there were very few privy to the knowledge of her profession or her name.
Among our kind? You presume a bit much, but then again, you apparently know more about me than I know of you, Piper. A bit unfair don't you think?
The Sonari's voice caught her ear and she laughed at the exclamation, here someone was that they were obviously connected to and she was disappointed at the abrupt end to the chase. It was slightly anticlimactic, but from what she had heard, the appearance of Piper was rarely uneventful.
It seems that you ruined her fun, though this drunkard probably did't put up much of an entertaining fight I'm sure. May I ask what trouble you had with him? I doubt that you were just doing your good deed for the day.
::Miroslaw lunges forward and after a bit of a scare and some bobbling, manages to catch the necklace in his hands. Examination of it will show it is a simple locket, worn with age, but made of silver and thus worth some coin. Whatever pictures it held were missing.
Dionne turns and walks away, but hears the familiar name called before she gets out of earshot.
The figure turns as his name it called, giving up on any semblance of hiding who he was. As he raises his head to let the light of the torches shine on it, you see a red-headed Cathian. Similar, but not exactly like one of the faces on the wanted posters about town. He smiles at Marlena before responding and taking slow steps backwards away from those still gathered near.::
"Is it the star pupils fault that the other kids don't study? I think not.
The only 'trouble' I had with him was your large friend here scaring him into running. And as for my reasoning...I think I shall keep that to myself for now.
Just see the locket and its contents returned to the rightful owner, and leave this lout to me.
That way everyone wins, no?
The drunk learns a lesson. The girl gets her jewlery. You lot return as heroes. And I get...
There never was a Cathian of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, PIPER wasn't there!
Upon hearing the name "Piper", Miroslaw immediately pockets the locket. Anger came surging forth, but he remained calm as he too began taking slow steps. His were away from Marlena, not for a moment taking his eyes off Piper. He knew that name all too well. It was the only clue he got from the one who stole all his money right from his own home. It seemed Marlena was all too familiar with the criminal. Miroslaw assumed she would take his side.
As he moved he spoke, "So. You are Piper, huh?" His tone was low and words covered with hatred. He listened as the distance between him and Marlena increased. Finally, when it was enough for Miroslaw to consider it a safe distance, he responded to Piper's proposal, "I don't think that will work. I don't intend on leaving you to anything!" As he spoke, he drew his weapon and charged toward the criminal. This is where he would get his vengeance!
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Marlena was on edge, uncomfortable with the situation, but it was more for the fact she hadn't noticed any movement up above in the previous few minutes. She very much disliked not knowing what was going on around her, though it meant she could only focus on the the person in front of her. She wasn't surprised to be right, though it was only the shape of the hood and his words that gave it away. A calculated, if lucky, guess.
Star pupil? I'm not the one with wanted posters. You bring far too much attention to yourself to be the star, Piper.
She hadn't long finished speaking before the Soren cut her off, it hadn't taken much for her to notice the rising tension from the large man, she hadn't expected the forward charge however. Stepping to the side to put a decent distant between herself and the inevitable clash, Marlena crossed her arms over her chest. If anything, it would be quick if the stories she'd heard were true.
Miroslaw charged forward with his all out frontal assault. Piper waves a hand low and to the side, almost lazily. The result is very similar to what he had hit Neko with in the sewers, but aimed lower.
A powerful blast of air hits Miroslaw in the legs, kicking up dust from the alley around him as he trips over the attack and falls to the dirt.::
"You should really learn to curb your help, Marlena.
And as to my posters. I like to think of them as free advertising, tho admittedly the likeness is a bit off.
But still, how will those in need of OUR kinds of service know who to turn to if names aren't out there?
While you hide behind the walls of your manor, I am out building a brand. Another lesson you would do well to learn.
A shame really. Here I thought you would be more of a challange..."
::As Miroslaw tries to get to his feet, Piper turns his back on the unlikely pair and pulls the thief to his feet by the back of his shirt with the intent of leaving.::
"Cheers."
There never was a Cathian of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, PIPER wasn't there!