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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2013 17:58:10 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
He made his way out of the Auction House with the young woman. A wayward comment made him blush a bit as his gloved hand came up to rub the back of his head.
'Man, you seem to bring a new lady here every time!'
Mind your own business you uptight nobles! Your love of rumors far surpassed his need for them! The thief was feeling short tempered toward their comments. He scoffed and walked along side Rosa. To him she seemed just, tired. She was probably exhausted. Treno did that to you sometimes. He was not surprised. She was a visitor. He was still pretty surprised she was from another world. He wondered what it was like? As they walked along he stared off and tried to picture it. What sort of light radiated in its skies?.
When she spoke up he shook out his head. Blond hair settled over his face so he reached up to brush back his bangs. "C-crystal?!" The young brigand found his hands coming over his mouth as they strolled along. He moved so he walked shoulder to shoulder with Rosa.
He buried his hands deep into his pocket and began walking stiffly. That was not really something he wanted to hear. The crystal? Whoa. Wait! Hold on! Did that mean what he thought it meant? It really seemed to turn into a troubling situation. Who was this lady? To have a piece of the Crystal like that?! Was it perhaps one of a different world? But according to her account there were four in her world. He felt a migraine tick at his head as the situation became more complicated. He reached up and brushed his brows in concern and a bit of pain. A sigh escaped his lips. The walk seemed only that much longer as her words caused a sense of urgency to flutter in his chest.
"I can't assure ya that there ain't a great chance anyone can make use of it." Sure magic was pretty limited in their world due to the few that could really wield it without efficient training, but there was a really quirky situation in Treno. "Not many nobles or thieves is gunna know much about a magic artifact," He was included in that list of obliviousness."But there are Red Mages that travel around a lot lookin' for these sorta things. If we aren't diligent they might make themselves troublesome, ya know?" That was the real problem being in a town that was bustling with trade.
It was not long before the pair arrived at the Carta Cafe. The high priced air made the thief's coin purse hurt! He sneered and looked away. The way they looked at him really pissed him off. He raised his head and moved o put his arm around Rosa's shoulders to try and pull her close. His head lowered as he whispered to Rosa.
"I'll do my best to help you so stop worrying. Smile, okay? I'll treat you to dinner!" He understood how she was feeling though. It was a precious item to her, much like his Virgo's gems meant to her. He really could not abandon her now. Ah, he was such a good hero. They would need to sit in the cafe a while and keep an ear out for rumors on the sales for the next Auction. If they were lucky... they would come upon something. Nobles never kept their secrets after all.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 15, 2013 18:22:24 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] The snide remark made her look behind her, shocked in a way how rude these nobles were. Never would anyone comment on the company a proper lady keeps aloud in Baron. And this made her dislike this city more and more. She nodded as he uttered a one word summary of her heirloom. Yes, it is a crystal although incomplete. The absence of its warm, radiant light close to her made her feel weak. She needed to find it, no, she had to find it. That was when they reached the small cafe, her wayward thoughts being brought back to earth by the small gesture of the boy. She blushed, not used to such contact with men, even Cecil and Kain wouldn't be as close; always only a pat on the head or on her shoulder. But this boy had the audacity to put an arm around her, and it made her a bit annoyed. But once she saw where he is looking, at the nobles whom have raised their eyebrows at Zidane, moreso, she put her head up and felt for the boy. He must have been treated this way by all nobles in this town, and she is having none of it. They never turned to help her, but he did; and that made him nobler in her eyes. She looked at his cerulean gaze, a smile playing on her lips at his words and she nodded, not anymore in doubt that he will help her. She knew that if she just went with his plans, everything will work out; he had that aura. She walked into the cafe, a small gaze telling him to leave the obnoxious nobles to her and she faced the steward, who, like the nobles, had been eyeing Zidane rather unaffectionately. She moved from under Zidane's arm and smiled her sweetest smile, making the steward blush and stutter. "Madam?""Yes, good evening, my friend and I need a table for two, if you can be so kind to provide."She said, in her sweetest tone, even if it made her sick to the pit of her guts. Rosa knew how to act, as she often so did whenever there are functions in the castle. Of course she can genuinely be kind but only to those whom are genuinely kind to her friends. She hated more than anything else, pretentious people whom value wealth more than ties with people, and so she will put on a show. "And be that as it may, I do not like the gazes they give my consort." She continued, eyeing the other nobles, their heavily painted faces contouring with shock, "Also, unless you plan on having another fellow serve us, I do not appreciate the gestures you show my consort as well." She moved back, clutching Zidane's arm and hoping he will play along, the spluttering reply of the steward and the scandalized faces of the nobles enough to quell her fatigue. She thanked the steward as he gave them the best seats and gave Zidane a cheeky wink, "I hope I did well. Of course I do not wish to exceed the performance of a professional actor."[/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 5:10:13 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦Treno; Carta Cafe ❦
Zidane watched as the young baroness slipped from his hold. Ahh, did he come too close? At least he did not end up with a black eye this time? He had leaned back, almsot instinctively, when she stepped away, believing that, at any moment, he would be slapped. She turned to talk to the stewart. His brows arched up as she seemed to speak in a sickly sweet voice that he had not yet heard from the baroness. The male watched and crossed his arms over his chest. He was quite impressed. He made his way over to the table and seated himself. He settled down on the chair and scratched at his head.
He smirked. "Damn, color me impressed." He gave a smirk and leaned forward. He settled his arms on the table, folding them cross so he could lean the majority of his weight. His long tail curled in to keep others from stepping around it, as it made it vulnerable to being stepped on. "You weaved your words with grace and poise mi'lady." He snickered under-breath. He had never seen the workers so startled.
He brushed at his hair to loosen the strands of his bangs from his face. He had seen this lady in a new light and it was amusing as all goodness! It has been a while since he was able to have this much fun. It was almsot enough for him to forget about his own worries. To think he was defended by such a woman! Some hero he turned out to be. A smug grin drew itself on his features as he had already mentally decided how to get a good amount of grub without paying a single gil for it. He motioned his hand toward the balcony where only those that paid a great deal were privy to be seated at. It was where the fat pigs smoked, drank and gossiped.
"Just gotta keep an ear out. If something that precious passed through here, those fatasses'll know." Far be it for him to speak out so loudly with the language he was using, but when one considered the situation it was highly appropriate. He let out a sight and leaned to rest his face on his gloved knuckles.
For all of it though, he really did not mind this. He felt badly for the girl, but he could not help but laugh how quickly she started to handle the Treno nobles. It was as if she was born for this. The Carta was always good for following rumors, though the young thief had to often hang outside by the windows or run through causing a ruckus. This was actually the first time he ever had a chance to simply sit here. It was unsettling. It was like dining with royalty. Even that made his stomach churn. Rich food never really filled him up properly. His caste shone brightly in his mannerisms. He twitched in his seat and sat with impolite posture. The boy really was a low class.
Even still he had an air of pride to him not even the wretched nobles could snatch from his shelf. His head was always held high and a smile was always on his face, even if he sometimes was forced to play that particular role. He was someone that had experience and even if he was a lower hierarchy, he was no beggar. He worked hard and happily enjoyed the tough life he had grown up in. His head turned a bit as the drifting murmurs began to flow as freely as the alcohol. A little wine always seemed to do the trick and sink ships with those.... loose lips! A soft snicker at his mental jab.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 16, 2013 5:37:47 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] She was flattered, more or less, by his praise, and she inclined her head in soft acknowledgement, before perching herself on the elegant chair. She looked around at where he pointed, frowning a bit at the sight of more of those...more than healthy nobles. She thought of the bony children they passed along the way and with another sickened snort, she thought them better to give the youth something to eat rather than fatten up themselves like this. If only she had money, she would not hesitate to buy those children something to eat. And even with the task at hand, she cannot help but think of them. "Let's casually listen in."She suggested, scooting over next to him while waiting for the menu. She can hear snippets of conversation, yet none registered as valuable in their quest. Her face became a permanent fixture of frustration, yet the next things she heard next made her gasp. "Yes it is, the Red Mage at the Auction House said so. It was a gem imbued with divine power!""How much do you think does it cost? What is it exactly?""Nobody knows; but one thing is for sure, it will be real valuable indeed.""Zidane!"Rosa hissed, her face horrorstruck and paling, "You were right about those Red Mages! But then again, they are not sure yet about what it does. Oh my, what are we going to do?" On cue, her stomach grumbles, and she looks away, a blush coloring her fair cheeks, playing with her fingers in embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry...I forgot what we came here for...but I think we should know when that gem will be auctioned...will we have a way of finding out?"But even as she asked the question, Rosa could not help but wonder how they are going to manage to win her crystal again. Surely they cannot hope to bid against the rich people in this Town, even if she gets her purse back. Her currency might not be accepted here or if by some miracle it was; it will not be enough. There was an alternative in her mind, but she doesn't entertain it; be that as it may it was hers and it was stolen from her, stealing it back will still clash with her beliefs. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 4:56:43 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Zidane was leaned back in his seat, trying to ignore the act that Rosa was so close to him. When the menus arrived he began to look over what he wanted. He was really set on ripping them off. A nice way to rip of the establishment. A lot came to his mind as they sat there. Her suggestion to quietly listen in was amusing. He knew how this worked, but he let her have at it. Come to think of it, she was likely some high born. She did not seem quite like any average nobles of a court, but someone who worked into that class. It was a lot like she had common sense. Not many had common sense these days.
When she called his attention to the warbles of drunken nobles he would lean back. He caught some partial murmurs of a gem imbued with devine power. It would almost make him flinch. Those bastards! Had they ever made game of his Virgo's stones he was assured he would have been more than simply pissed. He sneered as he leaned back and rolled his shoulders in an aggravated manner. After he leaned back forward and buried his face into the menu. It was obvious he was annoyed. His leg bounced and his eyes shifted uselessly along the words printed. He could see them, but his distractions disallowed him from reading them.
At her question he felt himself take a moment of consideration. He gave a nod and motioned his hand. "Don't worry." He could not help but laugh and lighten up at the honesty of her own body. "Since today's auction is done, there won't be another until tomorrow night so we've got time." He rubbed at his nose and gave a sly smirk. "Feel free to dine at your heart's content mi'lady." He sat up and made sure to order the most damn expensive thing he could muster and a bit of wine.
Now there stood a problem. There was no way he had that much gil saved up. Last time he was at those auctions he as at the mercy of a royal's coin purse, and coin that was generally not his, but this lady did not look like she wished to fall into his crowd, but there was no way they would out bid those treasure hunting hot heads. She was a foreigner and likely did not have the same coin as them. He had no coin what-so-ever as the boss took most of theirs to keep them from spending it when they got smashed. Shit. It was a lousy place to be.
He rubbed the back of his neck He really felt there was no other way. He looked over to her, keeping his head low and cheek rested on his fist. It would help muddle his words and detract from he fact he was about to suggest something quite unsavory, at least to a baroness. "Look, I know you really want it back, but those cows aren't gunna just let ya walk off with something they want...." He turned to the table and crossed his arms over it. He felt like a heel, dragging such a nice girl unnecessarily into his way of thinking. He was a no good thief.... "You're going to have to consider other methods..." The way he stretched that word, it was obvious he was indicating taking to the Treno Traditions that made the town infamous.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 18, 2013 0:44:12 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] "Oh my, how generous." Rosa grinned, looking over at the fancy menu. She didn't know what to get since she haven't even tasted any of these...strange-named cuisines before, but nevertheless, she picked those that seemed illustrated deliciously and passed on the menu to the waiter before adjusting her seat a bit to look at Zidane properly. Of course she had been raised into royalty, but it didn't change the fact that she was a commoner like everyone else. She enjoyed a childhood of pheasantry and simplicity before being ushered inside the castle to serve the King and learned the magical White arts. Rosa frowned at his suggestion, although it seemed the only way since they didn't have enough currency. She remained silent, pondering as the waiter returned with their food; the smell of the hot supper making her stomach growl. "Forgive me." She blushed at the offending sound, her noble grace getting the better of her, embarrassed at the ungodly sound. She looked down at her food, taking the first bite out of what seemed to be some sort of casserole and closing her eyes to savor the taste; never had she tasted anything in Baron before, "This is wonderful! I wonder what it is!" She reveled at the rich taste, although really just distracting herself into making a decision. She thought if the heirloom was reason enough to break one of her virtues; if succumbing to the act which got it lost first was really the right thing to do. But she desperately needed it back, and she could feel her powers returning as she ate her pleasant meal, meaning she might be ready to go home once she regained full strength. A moment's silence passed by as they enjoyed the food, and she finally put down her spoon to voice her thoughts, "I don't think there will be anything else to do, Zidane." She started, finally arriving at a decision, " Be that as it may, I condone the act of ...taking without compensation, it is only just we get back what was mine. I agree on what you are proposing, although I don't think I would be of much help so you would have to guide me." It was wrong, Rosa knew, and it might give her problems sometime in the future, but she have to get her priorities straight; and this time, the crystal was more important than her virtues. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 9:44:51 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] The thief thought it better to stick with something familiar. Some stew would do him just fine. He understood her reluctance, he really did. Far be it for the thief to really understand the morals of barons or royalty.... He was raised with the stalwart belief that if you wanted something, you got it, no matter what. Sure there were the discrepancies of not betraying your comrade, or putting your bros first, but even still there was a sense of desperation in their actions. He tried not to think about it, but at his age and through his experiences with his friends he was coming to realize that there were times where their actions hurt others. He felt terrible....
....because he could not find it in himself to care.
When he wandered the streets hungry, cold and alone, there was not one person, not one individual, who had stopped to help him. His father had been the only one to reach out to him. His brothers were so varied, so different, that his peculiarities were just a drop in the kettle. Watching these selfish noble only reminded him the reason he lived outside the law. It was not some sordid belief he was better than the law, nor was it a rebellious response to how things should change. He honestly liked things the way they were and would not change his experiences for all the gil and comfort in the world. If he really considered the reasons he continued to live the way he did, they were simple, almost barbaric in that sense.
It was fun, and his family supported him in everything he did.
Perhaps it was the reason he was a sucker for trouble. He hated the way others were treated like garbage or anything less than humans. He even had a strange manner of humanizing Moolges and Chocobos. They were like everyone else, just a bit pinker and a bit more covered in feathers. He was really just a romantic he supposed. What fun was it being the princely hero? He much preferred his role as the charming brigand.
The sound of her stomach made him chuckle. He tried not to put her on the spot, but it was pretty imperative they got her Crystal back. Over his experiences he has come to understand the importances Mages seemed to hold onto these magical stones seemingly born of shards from the Crystal herself. He watched, silently, as she dove into the forsaken culinary advances of so-called civilization. It was likely best she did not find out what was in Hedgehog Pie Casserole. He has fought those nasty buggers. They were no meal, they were a travesty. He would stick to his Ooglop Stew... As they ate she seemed to bring up the idea again. Perhaps it was more palatable a choice after soothing her raging stomach?
He rolled his shoulders in a soft shrug. It was nonchalant, a false feign to ignorance. A double negative. A lie about a lie was about to escape his lips. "Well I've only played the role of a thief once before, but I can't be that hard." Shit, he knew that was a bold-faced lie, but he did it with skill and grace. What sort of actor would he be if it showed on his face so easily? Well that was what made him such a terrible actor! His feelings always showed on his face when it came to a pretty girl.
His face twisted back as if he was disgusted. He was kinda annoyed. He knew how hard it was to break into the king's house. His place was heavily guarded due to the mass of treasures the bat collected. He stirred his spoon in his stew as he stared down, a contemplative look on his face. He gave another careless shrug.
"I'm not sure how useful either of us would be, but this piece of crystal is your precious belonging. And personally I can't sit around and watch a lady get bullied like that." A strand of truth in his weaving of lies. If she found out his nature proper it was not going to end this relationship on a good note. He would have to tell boss what he was doing so that would be his second step. His first step of course was getting out of paying for this. The gears in his mind have already turned.
He would finish off his stew, leaving the unpleasant conversation behind. It was only unpleasant because of the tickle of guilt. It was not as if he was ashamed of being a thief, after all it would help her, but around here -- this place. He hated how they looked down on him. In fact it pissed him off to a grand degree. A smile drew itself on his features. As he looked over to Rosa. He wiped his mouth with the napkin and set it on his knee.
"Go on ahead." He suddenly stated. His gloved hand would motion. "I'll take care of dinner for tonight, you go on and head back to the inn." He had a devised a manner in which to skip on paying for dinner without causing a ruckus. "We can talk about what we need to do, best something done in the privy of you and I, right?" He gave a playful wink and smiled brightly.
If they were going to do something like this together, it needed to be carefully planned out. A proper heist always needed a plan and contingencies incase of shit going down.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 18, 2013 22:17:20 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa smiled, nodding at the boy's words. Of course she almost forgot that he said he was an actor, and maybe it could work after all. If he did play the part then he must know something about it and how hard could sneaking around be? She'd done it a dozen times in the castle when she skipped some of her lessons to go with Kain and Cecil for hunts. She was sure her nimble frame could still remember how to be sneaky. She blushed at his next words, cannot believe the gallant manner of it all and quietly finished her stew, only looking up after he did the same, "Thank you for helping me, Zidane, although I don't know how, I will pay you back someday, I promise." she grinned, her youthful cheer slowly returning along with her strength. Rosa knew she could use Teleport anytime now, and maybe return home, but she was seeing this plan through, and she knew that somehow it will work. That was when he said she should head back to the inn first, although puzzled, she thought he had something else to do. She always wanted to make herself useful and not be a burden so she heeded his words, swooping down and giving him a kiss on both his cheek as a sign of courteous thanks, and with that she took her leave. Knowing that things will be planned out later. Tracing back her steps to the small pub they went into before was no easy task, but she was more alert than she could ever be. Knowing that this place is not safe for a lady like herself, she opted to display her weapons, once covered by her cape but now slung on her shoulder and glinting in the moonlight, the silvery recesses of her bow made the shady people that she passed cringe and walk away. She smiled, if only she knew of this effect sooner then she should have had not lost her heirloom, but if not, then she might not find Zidane and have a small bit of consolation. She reached the inn, going inside the grimy establishment once more, she perched on the stool, the waitress from before quickly tending to her. " 'Allo lass, what can I getcha?""Oh, I am quite fine my dear lady, I am just waiting for Zidane." The mage politely answered, smiling timidly at the older woman. The woman returned her smile, although she could see a chip in the tooth of the older female, she didn't make a remark, and the stench of ale lingered in the air about her, "Aye that little monkey giving ye trouble m'lady? I was quite shockened yous with that little runt."Rosa frowned, not really fond at the woman calling her friend those names, but, having her manners get the better of her, she pretended to listen as the ill-bred woman went on, "Thought he was gunna rob ye senseless to tell ye the truth? Only times I've seen that rascal was when 'e wos lookin' up to nabbing one of them priceless Stellazio coins and gone givin' them to that collector lady for profit. But you do know what 'e is I think since you're waitin for 'im 'ere an' all." The white mage inclined her head, her brow furrowed at the woman's words. She opened her mouth to speak, her tongue darting out a bit to moisten her lips before she voiced her mind, "Whatever do you mean? He is an accomplished actor, is he not?""Aye, poor bonnie lass, do you really think that chimp was just an actor?" The woman chuckled, looking around at the pub and leaning forward to whisper, making Rosa's nose twitch in that awful smell, "The boy's a thief, lassie, you best be careful around him." And with that, the waitress moved away, a smirk playing on her face. Rosa felt like a bucket of cold water was splashed onto her whole being, and she shivered. A thief? Surely she jest! That boy was nothing but a kind actor, and she was not fool enough to believe. However, she would mean to ask Zidane later; if he was a thief then...she really didn't know what she would think. So, she threw caution to the wind, and waited for her young conspirator. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 0:25:07 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
The thief sat at his table for several more minutes. He waited patiently. A hunter after his prey was too cautious of the danger that awaited him. It was not uncommon for prey to fight back. After several minutes of observing he finally noticed a lone traveler. Poor thing was at a loss. They knew not whether to sit or call for a waiter. The blonde thief waved his hand to the visitor and called them over. When they approached he gave a sly smirk.
"You look lost, care ta have a seat?" He motioned his hand in kind offer. Their table had already been cleared by the waiter and the check sat silently by the shade of the oil lamp. The traveler was grateful. They were unsure of themselves in this place. Zidane smiled. "No problem. Name's Monica, oh mind if ya hold on? Really have to take a piss. Don't worry about ordering without me. I'll be back." With his words so quick the visitor had not a moment to respond before he hurriedly excused himself. He grabbed the check off the table and crumpled it in his hands.
By swapping places with the guest the waiters were none-the-wiser. Busers could not tell a face from a tail in this town with so many nobles brushing in and out. He managed to bolt out without a disruptive display and even helped out a poor visitor. He made his way back to the slums. At least here he was more familiar with his surroundings. He felt completely out of place in the high-end districts. It was good to walk off the food, rich food always made him sick. Bleh. He rubbed his stomach as he arrived at the inn. He looked around to see if Rosa was near. When he marched his way deeper he shared an uneasy look with the maid of the inn.
What was her problem? She always gave him dirty looks... hag.He rubbed at his arm as he brushed by the woman and made his way to the main area of the inn. He probably should have asked if she was used to these places. Nobles were not really all that keen on sharing close quarters space with others, not that she had a choice at this point. As he approached he waved his hand. "Heya!" It was a bit of a struggle, but he had managed to get by without causing a scene. This was always good. His hands slipped into his pocket as he tried not to fiddle about too much. This was gunna be hard.
He had never successfully completed a heist at the king's auction house. It was really a pain in the arse.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 19, 2013 1:16:19 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] It might have been a couple more minutes before Rosa heard Zidane call out to her, turning her head to the inn's entrance and seeing him make his way to her. His cheeky smile made her lips pull up in a contour of their own and she nodded at him, still contemplating on asking him about the barmaid's words, "Hello, Zidane. Are you done with what you had to do?" She inquired, attempting to sound normal and not too troubled. She was biting her tongue, the thought of asking him about his real profession itching on her being, but something tells her she ought to let things simmer first. He might have a good reason for not telling her, and that's the thought that lingered in her mind as she motioned for him to sit, her mannerisms of noble upbringing shining through once more. The barmaid raised an eyebrow in their direction, while making a tutting sound and walking away and Rosa frowned, wishing that the woman would just mind her own business. "So, Zidane, how are we going to do this."Despite her growing anxiety, Rosa can't help but feel excited for their mission. Of course, being a protected lady meant that she was cooped up in the castle for long times a day and was only able to go on adventures when she had her two friends with her; the thought of finally doing something on her own, albeit with the help of the actor, or thief, was exhilarating. Rosa felt her cheeks tinge with pink, and it didn't have anything to do with the humidity of the place, as her young heart awaited his plan to unfold, "Just tell me what you need to do, and I will think of a way to support you; some of my magic might help if not." She does have some helpful tricks up her sleeve, despite her demure nature she was still an accomplished practitioner of the white arts. So she waited for the young man to speak, and, in time, she will give her thoughts as well. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 2:56:48 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦Treno; Inn ❦ Zidane made his way over to Rosa, taking care not to stumble down the rickety steps. A smile drew itself on Zidane's features as he rubbed at the side of his head. Her line of questioning was always risky. She really spoke up on what was in her mind. But it was really his fault for acting sketchy in the first place. He glanced away a moment before he chuckled. He made sure to take care of everything as quickly as possible. His tail began to bob a bit as his lies weaved behind his teeth.
"Yeah, I helped someone along the way. They were a bit lost in the cafe. I felt bad watchin' em wait around to be served so I offered them a seat where we were." Every string of lie was weaved from a strand truth.
He watched as she her heart drew itself onto her sleeve. She was really more excited about this than she should be. A baroness had no place robbing a dirty old man of his likely stolen goods. The thief found irony in that. He did appreciate she was so excited. Now that he thought about it, she was probably sheltered. Adventure really fed all kinds. It made his heart thunder at the thought. He reached up to touch his chest, only to play it off as adjusting his vest. He glanced around. That nosy woman was hovering. It really annoyed him she really could not keep to her own business. He was not unaware of his surroundings. What sort of thief would he be? But even he was not perfect. It slipped sometimes, that is, his lack of experience. It sometimes showed at the worst times.
"Look, in all honesty I don't really know how we're going to get this done." He had tried stealing from there once, and it all ended up with someone seeing his face and the young brigand nearly getting caught. It was really stupid of him. He was so immature back than. Not to say he was still not, now, but at least he had learned from his mistakes. They risked those around him, but damn he could not help it sometimes! Shit, that was the affliction of a true-blooded thief. "That place, because of all the items going through every day, is heavily guarded, and sometimes they hire some shady looking fellows." By this time the young man was walking off toward the room.
There was no need to let others hear the conversation. He paused and motioned to Rosa to follow. The other issue was that woman burning a hole into his back like that. Damn. He would only continue when she began to follow. It was safer that they talked in the room. Zidane reached into his pouch to grab his key and unlock the door. He had a room here with his bros, but they were not ones to stick around after a job. Getting hammered at the pubs or spending their free time with ladies or at the Monster house were parts of their victory. Once, long ago, it was his too. He was still grumpy that the Monster was sick today. Shit, he could have blown off so much stress.
He entered the room and made sure to grab the empty dagger holster discarded on one of the chairs in the room and set it on the door knob. To insiders it really was a questionable signal. Normally it was used by his bros when they had -- company, and in a way he did too. He blushed a bit and rubbed his face. The young thief settled on a seat. There was hide nor hair of his bros right now, which was good. The room was clearly occupied by males. Maybe he should have picked up the discarded clothing? Yeah, he was not their mother. No way.
"Sit where yer comfortable..." Which was probably standing. A lady really was not suited to this environment. He rubbed at his head apologetically. "With the travel we really have no time between breaks and work..." There was a truth to his words, laced with sadness. He shrugged. "You're a mage, but what sort'a spells you have hold to? I mean I know white magic is pretty useful, and black magic too, but that's like the extent. I really have no idea what sorta magic could get us in a place so guarded." He was, in no way, claiming her useless.
He was also feigning ignorance. He knew damn well what magic spell was useful for such an annoying place like that was, but to outright ask was pretty low. She needed to offer of her own volition. Vanish was a pretty good one, but he was not sure all White Mages even had it. He had no sense for magic and its arts. It would be like having Rosa read I Want to Be Your Canary and as her to underline the key roles the metaphors each individual character held. Though he found that white magic helped a lot. Perhaps it could be the key to this heist?
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 19, 2013 3:25:54 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa bowed her head as his words. Their predicament took another difficult turn, as the boy relayed the information about their heist. She bit her lip, looking down at her lap as a sign of uncertainty, yet the silk of her clothing shone with the candlelight along with her resolve. She moved up when Zidane gestured for her to do so, following him along the corridors and up the stairs to the inn's proper, a bit unsure when he led her to one of the rooms. Having not shared a room with a man before, she was slightly doubtful, but she knew that there were prying ears downstairs, hence she trusted Zidane to keep his distance and not try anything that will anger her. She stepped inside, giggling at his apologies about the mess, and she feigned discomfort, stepping over the articles of clothing but finding it amusing all the same. "Well, you lot might give the caretaker a rather interesting job." She said, sitting on one of the beds inside the room. There was no stench, although the mess was impeccable yet she found a clean spot on the bed and on there, she adjusted her weapons, unslinging her bow and quivers to let them rest on the mattresses, "I see..."she pondered, her smooth forehead creasing in thought, her right hand underneath her chin, her forefinger tapping on her cheek. She could do something about those guards...although she would need to shield her arrows as to not cost any lives, and she knew she has not yet mastered it, but it was worth a try. She nods at herself, looking back at Zidane and clapping her hands once as a sign that she had thought of what to do, "We sneak in at the most opportune time; I know just what to do with those henchmen." Her smile reached her ears, almost mischievous yet short so. Her youthful vigor shone from her fragile form and she was eager to show him what she could do, "Now. Do you have any sort of garment that you can lend me so I fit more within these nobles?" It was a troublesome fact that she hoped to resolve since she had been garnering attention with her clothing. She cannot deny that it was a bit troublesome, but she figured that since Zidane is an actor, then there might have been costumes she can use. "I am a White Mage, although most of my magic were designed to aid people...I might be able to mix some up in order to help us." Here she was again, delving into magic she hasn't yet mastered; but she did it once before, and she was willing to test her luck again. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 15:55:54 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] She seemed real confident of her abilities. Most opportune time? He leaned back in his seat and considered her words for a short time. He adjusted his cuffs as his legs kicked up onto the table without consideration for where he has stepped and the fact they were to eat breakfast there in the morning. He folded his arms behind his head. At night, during the auction, was asking for trouble. Security doubled and it was a pain in the arse just finding a way in out of view. Zidane clicked his tongue and motioned his boot as his thoughts drew themselves into words.
"Night's too risky. With the auction at full-swing there are 'lot more guards roaming around. This is Treno, where there are nobles, there are thieves and everything in between." The troubled anti-hero recalled his run in with the mercenary at his first attempt to rob the place. Perhaps this was he Moons' way of giving him another chance? There was something there he wanted to obtain.
At her query of a change of clothing he raised a brow. He pushed back in his seat, properly sitting himself up. Damn! He had not thought of that! The young brigand was not one to play sleight of hand. He was really bad at really laying low. His up-beat personality usually got the better of him. It was probably why he always had to take point during those sorts of heist. He was the bait. The suspicious young man everyone minded while his bros did all the heavy work. He was a natural jester, a goof. He liked to play and have fun!
He jumped to his feet. "Actually we do! We just finished doin' a play in Treno in fact!" He chuckled and moved over to a large chest that sat at the foot of one of the beds. He began to carefully rummage through it. He brushed back his bangs and smirked. "Boss won't mind so long as we bring em back, ya know?" He stood and brought out a gown and a suit that would help them fit among the Treno nobles.
Zidane hit the chest closed with his tail and laid the suit over his arm and the gown over that. He looked to Rosa and smiled. It seemed something was on his mind, but he would once again, visibly, shrug it off. The young thief would suggest changing in the morning in the stead f getting into her usual attire. He would fold both outfits and set them on the table. He trusted white magic and knew that her confidence was enough. He would depend on her tomorrow. It was already the dead of night and the morning was creeping up on them. He looked out the window of the Inn, ears having caught the wash of the canal water hitting against the wood of the walls, slowly weathering and deforming the building's structure. It would only be a matter of time before this place would be over-run with nobles. One day he would lose this place and it would only be a memory. Before that happened he wanted to leave his mark here....
He smiled and looked to Rosa. "My bros probably fell asleep where they got drunk, so you can stay here for he night if yer comfortable enough." He walked toward one of he bunked beds and leapt onto it with ease. That tail was not for show it seemed. He laid back, not bothering to undress or even move the mess already present. He folded his arms behind his head and yawned. "Don't worry though, if they do come in, they're gentleman too..." He would see her in the morning.... He felt his body's exhaustion finally catch up with him. "Promise.... we''ll get it...back.." His words were a soft murmur, the guilt of her loss eating away at him.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 20, 2013 12:57:19 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] The young White Mage looked at him as he flopped to bed, smiling at the costumes he produced. It took no time at all for the boy to sleep, his soft snores sounding around the room sometime later. "My, he's that exhausted huh?" Rosa mused, looking out of the window near a bed and walking to it, looking up at the sky. The perpetual night sky smiled at her like an old friend; its stars dancing in the air in soft twinkles. She propped her head on an elbow, knowing she cannot sleep that easily without seeing a certain someone. But it can't be helped since he's far from her now. "I wonder how they are....if the time here passes the same way as in Baron, they would have been really worried by now." She thought, a sigh escaping her rosy lips. She moved to the other bed, sitting on it and debating on sleeping, after all she is in a room with a man. 'But he won't hurt me.' She thought, smiling as she looked over the sleeping Zidane. She took off her sandals and carefully climbed in bed, going underneath the covers and preparing for sleep, but her thoughts lay wayward; she couldn't help but think on what to do tomorrow. What if they got caught? Will the punishments here be as strict in Baron? Or will they be worse? But then again, she mused, there are a lot of thieves in this land; if the punishment were that big, then there should be none of them at all, right? She turned over, facing the window once again, and, as she closed her eyes, the last thought on her mind was Cecil's smiling face, beckoning her home with a whisper of her name. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 14:05:09 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Sleep came easily for the exhausted boy, but so did the nightmares. They were always different, yet always the same. He did not used to have dreams like this, but ever since he became aware of his heritage it was commonplace. Latent feelings that could not let go of the regret of nearly abandoning the ones he cared for. He never wanted it to happen again. He had to stay strong for them. He would selfishly help them, even if they did not wish for it. That was what friends did right? Though his body was still, at rest, his tail and eyes twitched as the dreams traced devilish marks across his spirit.
It started in a dark room. The cold was not felt, but by the way his breathe misted from his lips he knew that there was a chill in the air. He stood from the metal chair, his back aching from the spines and twists of black steel that coiled about and defined the seat's shape. He tried to walk forward, but his body was weighed down by an unseen force. He pulled and dragged. No matter how much he tried he could not run. The sense of someone calling for him. He reaches out, only to grab at Mist.
Shit, why couldn't he reach her?! He felt a stabbing pain at his side. Instinctively he covered the spot with his hand. When he looked down he was bleeding through his white shirt. But that did not matter. He would suffer the deepest wounds and harshest pains if only to stand by her side again!
Zidane!
Her voice called to him.
Wait!
I'm sorry -- I can't.
Don't leave me!
It's over.
I promise I'll change!! Don't disappear again!
You left me first...
Her voiced accusation rocked him from his dream. He had ended up rolled on his side, tail wrapped around the old, crusty inn sheets and the pillow discarded on the floor below. The bleary eyed thief felt his heavy lids struggle to stay open as blue eyes peeked into reality. The sun bled into the room through the hold riddled curtains, moths having likely found a snack of the organic material, but could not stomach finishing the meal. The night passed too quickly. He had jus fallen asleep. He looked around the empty room.
"Rosa?" But no answer. He looked down to the table only to see the gown was gone. "Rosa!" No answer. He reached out and ended up falling out of the bunk's top bed.
THUD
With a dull crack the thief had rolled out of the bed and finally woke up. A foul profanity escaped his lips at the prospect of being fooled by a double dream. He groaned and pushed to sit up. The white mage was sound asleep near by.... his heart settled a bit. He groaned and rubbed at his chin. He had hit his jaw pretty hard, but he was otherwise fine. He blinked and looked back as his bare hand came up his white shirt to scratch at his chest. During some time in the night he had removed his gloves and cuffs, as well as his vest. His tail had coiled around the blanket so ended up dragging it and the pillow down with him. He stood and shrugged, noting his vest was settled on bed post.
Damn. It had gotten to him. He reached up and felt his sweating cheeks. He probably smell like crap. He scratched at his arse, tail lashing a bit at the remnants of irritation and worry the dream drew into his heart. He shrugged it off and collected the suit. He paused and turned slowly. His eyes came upon the mage once more. Reassurance. He just needed reassurance she was still there. He winced at his achy jaw before he grumbled and headed to the grab a few more articles.
A sandbag for scrubbing and other articles of clothing. He supposed he had to be squeaky clean to play the role of a noble... ugh. Hopefully his fall did not wake the sleeping healer and he could go wash up before they would begin their little heist. He left into the hall and down to use the public baths.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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