Kiga laughed as he casually bounced from the edge of one roof to another, tucking the strange coin into his own purse.
The gnome in the tavern was trouble, no doubt about it. But he wasn't convinced she was entirely that ornery - but rather running a ruse he'd seen played so many times.
He could be wrong.
But either way, he was getting her the hell out of there and bringing the heat on himself. He had an idea she knew her way around a coin purse and an alleyway and this, was one way to test her some.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 15, 2012 23:10:37 GMT -5
"Bloody CHEATER!" Daggers sheathed for the moment, she grabbed onto a fencepost, shimmying quickly up and pulling herself onto a roof, her small frame letting her move quickly up the side of the buildings, screaming her rage the whole way. "Useless magic-usin' cheater! Can' keep it a fair fight, typical--" Arms spread, she paused to sprint across a thin fence, boots keeping grip on the wood and leaping onto the adjoining roof, rolling without stopping and landing in a run. "--tossin' heathens slingin' magic makin' it impossible ta' make a livin'--" Down a staircase to ground level, up a cart filled with rugs, jumping off the high-packed merchandise onto a pole, only pausing to catch her balance before jumping off that. "--gods damn coppers ev'where ya look not enough, gotta have the SPINELESS GITS USIN' MAGIC."
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Kiga could hear the barrage of curses and slander approaching below and behind him and seemed unphazed. He had paused atop a chimney stack, one hand holding firmly as he dangled from the peak, looking about the town. He could challenge her plenty just staying on the move, but he wanted to see what she was really made of. Her spotted what he wanted and dropped, rolling as he hit the rooftop and immediately breaking into stride again.
He didn't need magic to navigate the roof tops, he had skill aplenty when it came to this manner of thing, but his wind magic made what should be impossible all too easy. It hardly hurt when you favored throwing knives either....
He'd reached the docks area. He produced one of said knives and with a flash of the blackened steel, he severed a series of lines - them being the only manageable way to cross the water from this factory to the the one they connected to. Sure, she could go around, or she could swim...
Lines dropped, he bounced back a ways and then sprung forward and jumped - a dervish of wind summoned to push him bodily the entire way across the gap. He tumbled easily as he fell and landed, folding with practiced grace.
He then turned and looked back. He couldn't get too far ahead after all...
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 7:50:41 GMT -5
"Bloody windbag! Ya' think ya' can blow yerself away from ME, ya' got 'nother thing comin'!" A plank slammed across the edge of the building, and small gnome hands clambered up the side of a winch that held a bunch of crates in a net. Directly over the plank. Hissing and spewing obscentities through the blade in her teeth, she cut a few of the strands of the rope, enough to weaken it, and jumped off, landing on the side of the plank that was on the building. There was a momentary flash of realization, and she steeled herself. "Bleedin' good thing I'm drunk, e'r this'd prob'ly never work--" Before she could finish, the rope snapped, dropping the load onto the plank and sending the other end flying, tossing her across the gap, laughing until she hit the other side and rolled, only stopping for a moment before she shakily got to her feet. "Come....come wide at me, lad, an' I'l shove them pretty knives right up yer arse!"
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Kiga was actually impressed, that took some very creative problem solving. He only wanted to know one more thing really... but didn't have that opportunity just yet. He needed to stall until he did, which shouldn't be too terribly hard.
He shrugged and then spun, breaking into a sprint once more. He backed off on his magic use at least, he wasn't keen to completely humiliate the dwarf and had no need to exert himself mentally.
Feet clambered as his head stayed low and between his shoulders, him leaping across another gap, running some ten feet along a wall and then swinging on a hanging banner, which carried him around the corner of the building.
He released and tumbled, hitting the ground running and heading straight for the garrison.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 8:14:48 GMT -5
It took a moment for the world to stop spinning, but as a career alcoholic she'd learned to spin with it, setting off after him long before her senses returned totally. "Say somethin', you silent lit'le weedy bastard!" She was frustrated by his silence, used to trading insults and shouts with people three times her size. The silence provided no mental footholds, nothing to latch onto, which just made her angrier.
He was heading...towards where the coppers were. For a moment she considered just scarpering off, cutting her losses and running, but the lad had insulted her. Besides, this backwater town couldn't have a very good jail. Nothing she couldn't pick herself out of if she did get caught. She ran down in a different direction as he did, towards a clothesline, grabbing a shirt and wrapping it around the line, pushing herself off and sliding towards an open window. Throwing off the clothes as she passed, landing in the window in a roll, ignoring anyone inside as she sprinted through the building to an open door on the other side, coming out on a landing above the roof of another building right beside where Kiga was running. For once her blind rage nearly silenced her, knowing she would attract the attention of more guards than she cared to outrun, keeping pace with her prey.
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Kiga was still completely expressionless as he glanced up, easily keeping pace and slipping through the people on the street without drawing any attention. He always managed to choose the side to which they weren't facing and did it with such fluidity it was uncanny.
A whole street run down and not a single person so much as glancing, his feet traveling over the worn stones without so much as a whisper of noise. But the garrison/prison loomed at the end of the street and it should be quite apparent it was no run down, backwater facility. The Sentinel building was put together under the strict orders of their Captain and it was imposing in both design and function.
But Kiga was not interested in the building. All he needed... was a guard. And there were a few to pick from.
He slowed his sprint as he broke through a shadow and into the street lining the front of the garrison and it was then he produced that coin, tossed it in the air and snatched it again. He strutted casually, whistling, a bounce in his step. He looked up to her with a sideways glance...
,,,, and then plain as you liked, swiped the coin INTO the back pocket of one of the guards. A rather strange thing. He wandered away from the man, leaned upon a tree in plain sight and folded his arms, as casual as you like.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 10:35:21 GMT -5
She saw him as she stalked along the edge of the building, fuming silently when he slipped the coin into the back pocket of the guard.
The hell was the little bugger on about? If he'd wanted to turn her in he could have just got the guard's attention. So it wasn't that. A test? Was he toying with her? Her grip on the shingles tightened. "Lit'le blighter finks he can get 'way with that..." She dropped to the ground, and suddenly straightened her posutre, walking upright and with an air of innocent superiority. This was hard, for her, masking her feelings like that. But it was worth a shot. If it all went wrong, there was nothing a little violence couldn't solve. She walked up to a guard and saluted. "'Scuse me, copper. Jus' wond'rin, you an' your friends in'trested in a lit'le show? Sleight a' hand, presti-digi-tation, magic tricks? Tot'ly free, jus' tryin' to work on my p'formance b'fore I show the big cities what fer."
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Kiga finally smirked, his face cloaked in the shadows the tree afforded and conveniently, ever so slightly enhanced by his growing mastery of the dark.
The guard looked to the two men in uniform, one on either side and all three certainly paying attention to the brash gnome in front of them. The guard received no objection from his cohorts and therefore, obliged.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 10:47:35 GMT -5
With a bit of a flourish, or as much as she could handle as sauced as she was, she flicked her fingers, pulling another of the counterfeit coins from her sleeve and flicking it up into the air, catching it in her other hand. "Ord'nary gold coin, right? Fake, ya, dec'rative, but nuffin magical." She pulled away the front of her shirt, giving the coin another flick into the air and catching it in the top of her armor. Chuckling at her own cleverness, she winked at the guard and folded her arms behind her back. "Check ya' back pocket, big stuff."
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
The guard looked at her in a befuddled manner, then surely enough; reached into his back pocket. He found a coin there and pulled it out... then looked at it. His eyes seemed to widen with some form of recognition...
"Well this isn't regular currency..."
He then looked at his guardsmen, then her with astonishment.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 10:55:51 GMT -5
"'Course it's not reg'lar currency, love. I wouldn't waste real dosh if I'm puttin' it into people's back pockets, would I? Not like I'm buyin' things with it." She reached for it nonchalantly, exactly as if she owned it and were just taking it back. "Would like it back, though. Shiny paint like that's s'pensive to buy."
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
The guardsman, of course; didn't object and then handed the coin back quite pleased with the trick. He excuses himself and then carries on with his two compatriots, rambling on about how she did that trick and just how she managed to pull it off. No doubt they'd be guessing long into the night.
Kiga meanwhile, remained on the tree, arms now folded behind his head and his eyes on Whizzle. He said nothing.
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 11:03:36 GMT -5
Instantly her smile faded, and her posture went from a calm, collected stride to barely contained fuming rage as she stomped over to him. "Roight. Ya're toyin' with me, boyo, and I don't 'preciate that one soddin' bit." Stopped right in front of him and pointing an accusing finger up, she sneered. "You jus' leadin' people on roof chases all bloody day for fun? Makin' me play nice with the suits 'cause ya're an arsehole? If you were lookin' for trouble, lad, by god ya FOUND it!"
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Kiga watched her short rant without any hint of expression, apparently entirely unphazed by her being upset. Likely because he wasn't bothered in the slightest.
"So. You're agile, your clever and you can work a crowd. Swift too. You know how to use those blades I wager or your lip would button sooner. There's a bit of bluff in you and you're certainly loud mouthed... but you have the stuff.
You passing through or sticking around?"
Yep. He pretty much completely ignored her posturing.