Turning the Tables (Danck)

by **Ink** on January 15th, 2012, 6:59 pm

The ghost flickered briefly into existence and glared at Danck.

"Just hurry the petch up!" hissed the girl from her hiding spot, "you'll be caught and maybe gutted like a fish if you don't hurry. These people aren't nice to those that escape."

Beyond the door there was a audible jingle of keys and test scraps against metal; probably a lock. There was still some time. But time was valuable and quickly evaporating; Danck would need to act quickly. There was a muttered curse on the other side of the door, as the tinkling thud of keys hitting the ground sounded out.

Then a completely new voice sounded from beyond the door, it seemed calm,authoritative, but gruff. "Tell me about the child."

In stammering replies the the two voices, who Danck would be able to identify as the thugs who had been their jailers explained."Found her sniffing around the sow; know how your kind doesn't like that. We snatched her up."

"Mind you she was literally sniffing." The second interjected nervously.

"Right, so we snatched her up. Like I said. And contacted you people. She's worth something ain't she?"

The nervous voice chimed in again, "She's one of his mutts isn't she? Worth a lot right?" The voice yelped, as though stricken.

The little girl's voice echoed out across the floor, "If he isn't going to do it Marley maybe you'll have to. Make him open it, before they come in." She sounded terrified at this point. The ghost man nodded curtly still staring down Danck.

by **Danck** on January 15th, 2012, 8:04 pm

There was one rather glaring fault that danck hadn't had the time to think about that now became rather obvious, the fact that even if he could kill one thug with surprise.. he hadn't managed to take in account the fact that he most likely wasn't going to fight one thug, which he might be able to take down with a surprise attack, but at the very least three people as far he could hear form the voices of the other side of the door. Giving the girl a sign that she should keep quiet and trying to ignore the rather unnerving glare the ghost was giving him for his rather obvious stupidity he quickly darted back towards the chest and grabbed it. Whatever was in here seemed bloody important for both the ghost and the girl. And while he didn't think the girl could do something really damaging the ghost probably wouldn't be as harmless, even if the girl was turning out to be some kind of freakish non-human race from what he had heard right now.
“Fine I got the chest, now stop glaring at me petch it.” danck hissed towards the ghost as he quickly made his way towards the basement and almost dived into the basement.

Quickly making his way towards the darker corners of the basement to make sure that he had at least some extra maybe vital moments he had to puzzle open that chest before those thug's found him, already fishing out his lockpicks. When he had put a decent distance between him and the trapdoor he quickly began to work on trying to get that chest open and really hoping that whatever was in there was important enough to waste time trying to get it out.

by **Ink** on January 15th, 2012, 9:21 pm

The Little girl scrambled after Danck as soon as she was back into the recesses of the cellar. For all that escape was important, clearly whatever was in that chest mattered more. She kept uncomfortably close to him as he picked the lock. The moment it clicked home she lunged for the chest and threw the lid open. Scrambling through the contents as she searched, she eventually pulled out a tiny coin purse and ripped open the lacings. Discarding the coin purse into the muck beneath them the child ran back to the trap door but didn’t leave the cellar; in her tiny hands she clutched a little wooden whistle.

At this point the ghost had completely disappeared again; perhaps it had happened while Danck had been unlocking the chest regardless the ragged silhouette of the child blocked much of the light entering the room. Bringing the whistle to her lips she blew with all her might, strain clear in her puffed out cheeks. The strangest thing is the whistle made no noise, there was only a quiet whisper of breath escaping but didn’t stop her she blew and blew and blew.

While she worked on the whistle the front door slammed open, and if Danck looked around her he would see two brutish men trailed by a third. This third man looked neither crude nor inept; he stalked past the two men and with starkly cold blue eyes regarded the child and her whistle. Without a word he backhanded the little female kelvic and sent her flying out of view. Clearly she had landed somewhere in the room for the thump was sickening and the following cry pain filled. In the silent man’s fist was the whistle, already being crushed in his lethal palm. He gave no notice to Danck. Instead he treaded out of line of sight.

Through the now with a clear line of vision Danck would be able to see crimson bloom from the neck’s of each thug simultaneously, thanks to sharply curved blades that snaked around from behind them. Who ever had provided the lethal slices was still hidden by the thugs' rapidly slumping figures.

by **Danck** on January 15th, 2012, 10:49 pm

As danck was working on the lock he repressed the urge to push away the little non-human girl, that would only waste more of his valuable time, which he really didn't have a lot of right now. As soon as the lock clicked the little girl threw open the chest and began searching through the contents of the chest. Danck took a few quick steps away from her to give her some space, waiting with a bit of anxiety to see what the hell was so important that she tried to sick a ghost on him. It surely had to be something that could be of help in this situation.
When the girl pulled out a cheap looking wooden whistle and ran towards the entrance and began to blow on the thing as hard as she could the little bit of hope that danck had completely drained away. Unless that ghost was able to take out those three thugs they both where screwed as far he knew.

Finally the door was thrown open and he saw the three thugs he had heard talking a while ago, danck gulped in fear as the third thug just backhanded the girl so hard she was knocked out of his field of view, the sickening thump that the child's body made not boding well for whatever the man was going to do to him. But to his surprise the man didn't give him a second glance, if he noticed him at all and walked back into the room. Freeing up his line of sight and getting a good look at the two thugs who where slumping to the ground, crimson blood dripping from their slit necks, with the one who had murdered them standing behind them.

Danck quickly shook himself out of it, cursing the gods for shoving him in such a shyking situation. He was just a thief for xyna's sake. Still danck wasn't about to just stand there and wait for one of the two though guy's to notice him and put an end to him. Danck quickly tried to blend into the darkness as good and as bad as he could and made his way towards the door. Keeping his distance from the ray of light that fell into the basement, hoping that neither of them would notice him as he pressed himself against the wall right besides the trapdoor. He pulled out his dagger and rubbed one of the sides over one of his sleeves a few times before carefully moving his dagger so he could get a half decent view of what was going on in the room besides him and strained his ears so he could hear if anything was being said.

by **Ink** on January 22nd, 2012, 5:34 am

As the lifeless bodies slumped forward and onto the floor with heavy thumps, they revealed a stately gentleman. He was dressed in an immaculate crushed violet velvet overcoat which not a single drop of blood marred. The man himself was tall with jet black hair and starkly pale. While the hair colored seemed natural the skin seemed augmented by some kind of powder. In each of the man’s hands he held a cruelly jagged kama slick with sanguine fluid. He stood opposite the more oppressive figure who had slapped down the child and her whistle.

The two men stared, at an obvious stand-off. Neither combatant offered quip or taunt which were often brandied in such Sunberthian quarrels. Only the blue coated man’s face was visible to Danck, the other man’s features turned away, and they showed calm calculations waiting for any slip in the other’s defense. But the kama wielder slipped up first, the limited luminance granted by the fireplace flicker across Danck’s blade offering a reflection for the room and catching the man’s attention. It was only for the briefest of moments but his assailant gave no quarter; he rushed forward a rapier drawn.

The two men clashed, forcing the baited silence to erupt into the sound of metal scraping metal. Curiously neither man made noise as they fought, only their blades song the lethal serenade. It was clear as night and day that these two foes were both trained assassins in their own right and clearly knew who they were dealing with. As the mortal waltz continued with varying trained forms for ripostes, parries and near dodges, the two men seemed quite evenly matched although the man with a rapier should have had an advantage due to the agility his weapon granted.

Finally, something in the dance shifted the violet man committed to a strike to hobble his opponent with the razor sharp kama. The blow was quickly met in a parry but he had been ready. Their fighting had moved them slowly closer to cellar door and the violet man held the rapier down with one kama and shoved his shoulder into the darker man pushing him down into the cellar, with Danck. The door was quick to follow and the bolt slammed into place.

Beyond the door the violet man would swiftly collect the child and depart. The door wouldn’t hold long.

Inside the cellar the story was different. The darker man, clothed in varying degrees of the grayscale would quickly jump back to his feet, the muck covering him seemed of no consequence. At first he moved for the single exit to the jail cell but he had caught a glimpse of Danck and immediately shifted. Sword held high against the young thief’s neck the cold blue eyes locked upon him, daring him to act. The voice seemed hardly above a whisper but no more volume was necessary to convey the message, “You’ve seen too much. Death or capture; choose quickly.”

by **Danck** on February 9th, 2012, 6:34 pm

Danck only got a short and hazy look at both of the treats to his safety through the reflection on his dagger before both of the men suddenly burst into action and the sounds metal blades scraping against each other filled the small house they where into. And danck began feeling as if he had been forced to swallow a bunch of bricks. There was no way he was going to get out of here as soon as at least one of them was still here. Pulling his dagger away from the opening he backed away from the portal. He might have a little bit of chance to still make it out alive here if he kept out of their way and let them fight it out. It didn't seem as if they had noticed him yet.

Just as he that thought finished forming in his mind one of the two men was pushed down into the cellar and the door was slammed shut, with the sound of the bolt slamming back into place slamming into echoing through the dark cellar.
The man quickly scrambled to his feet and even in the darkness danck noticed when the grey clad man's eyes fell on him, the cold sharp steel pressed to his neck probably was a good indicator that he was spotted anyway.
“C-Ca-Capture!” Danck forced himselt to stutter out fear easily audible in his voice, not daring to move a muscle out of fear that the blade would cut into his neck by accident and trying to ignore the warm wet feeling in his pants as he had wet himself in fear.

by **Ink** on February 27th, 2012, 3:14 am

And in the Aftermath . . .

The Rewards are Revealed.

The shady man nodded curtly and made quick work of tying together Danck’s hands and binding his eyes. Additionally he tossed the footlocker into the crook of the boy’s arms so that he wouldn’t lose his booty. Even cold murderers could understand ‘wrong place, wrong time’ circumstances. He shoved him once hard to get him moving and then led the thiefling out of the basement and back through the cottage that now lay in shambles. It was a long walk, where ever the man took Danck and their footsteps began to echo after several chimes which implied they’d moved indoors. But he was never given a chance to ascertain the setting because the boy was unceremoniously tossed into another cell. At least this one had a cot and a dry floor.

Danck :

Written in the ink :