Syliras Location-Bizaar [Cerus and Sam]

[Cerus]

"Potential is what everyone has. Execution is what I do." He smiled and turned back toward his space to gather up his knives. The only way that he was going to perfect his skills was to practice and idle conversation was the perfect time.

Bending quickly he gathered up the knives. "I'm glad you didn't say you were sorry. No hard feelings. I agree. I don't have time to hold a grudge right now." The knives started up in the air again and he turned to face Sam once again.

"Horse." He said by way of greeting. He couldn't ignore the beautiful animal after all.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Horse snorted by way of greeting and Sam watched the knives flashing. He did rather wish he could do that. On horseback. That would be impressive, but he didn't think Horse would put up with that. He was fairly stubborn for a windrunner, but that might be due to the fact that he basically treated him like a strider.

"Well, I'm not sorry, but I'm not mean either." He shrugged. "Too busy juggling knives, huh? Did you do all right with the crowd?"

He asked almost as if he were looking for a career change.

[Cerus]

"I figure that we can talk and I can do this at the same time." Truth be told, he was never satisfied with his act, or acts. If one faltered, like the one earlier, he would practice until it was perfect.

He tossed the knives up into a bit bigger of a circle. "Yes, I suppose. I won't starve. But I'm not buying you lunch either." Cerus smiled at Sam as he backed up a bit. "I want to light the blades on fire. But it's hard to find just the right sort of flare." And not burn yourself or slice an arm off while doing it.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"I wasn't asking you to," he said, watching the blades arc and flash prettily. They could still be deadly, though he imagined they weren't razor sharp. Dull knives would still make for a good show and be slightly less dangerous should something go awry.

"Well, don't light them on fire any time soon. If you burn yourself to death, I'll only be able to loot your body once rather than peruse your pockets daily."

He grinned, wondering if Cerus would let himself get distracted enough that he could manage to pick his pocket again. He would surely give it back...

[Cerus]

The knives kept whirling through the air until he went for the flourish that failed earlier. The knives were tossed one by one higher than they had been as he caught each one by the length of the blade. Five in total. Though, when he put the knives away he also wiped off blood from some superficial wounds.

"Ah, but you would have to know what pocket I kept my purse in today. Unless you're a mind reader. That would be a trick."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sam looked critically over Cerus from head to toe. An uninformed onlooker might think he was checking him out, and indeed he was paying attention to every detail he could think of, trying to see if there was the bulge of a purse here, or if his weight was held just so to indicate something there...

Finally he gave his chin a thoughtful rub and pointed to the pocket he thought most likely to be full of money. He sort of hoped he'd done it right, as it would be fun to have the reputation for being a bit of a mind reader. The lad had learned to steal from Necessity, so his technique was often not so elegant as someone like Doc, but he had survived so far so he wasn't completely inept.

"Need something for the bleeding?" he asked.

[Cerus]

The problem with Cerus is that he didn't play fair. "Right here?" he patted his chest down for a moment before reaching in and digging around. He pulled out a pair of dice and shook them in his hand.

"No dice." He said with a smile. "Maybe you were right, maybe you weren't." Turning around he went to gather up some of his things. "Oh. No, thanks. I'll just patch them up when they stop bleeding. It's not all that bad."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"Please yourself," he said, as it was no skin off his teeth. He ran his hand along Horse's shoulder a few times to keep him calm and marginally stimulated. Otherwise he was likely to get restless standing around listening to the humans talk. The animal leaned into the caress, tail flicking to one side to startle a fly and to the other to startle Sam, who glared at him for a moment.

"Anyway, we were just wandering through town. What are you going to do now?"

[Cerus]

"Well, you are going to go buy me lunch and I'll place a coin in my sleeve here." He pulled a coin from the air and held it out to show it to Sam.

"And you can try and steal it. I figure if you can, you've earned it and it'll cover lunch. I'm a cheap date." Someone had once called him a grift'aire, which he learned was a curse that basically meant con artist. He'd always thought it was a badge of honor personally.

After all, one small meal was hardly a criminal affair. And he was only telling Sam what to do, if he did it or not was up to him.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"All right, that's fair," he said after considering the prospect. He answered with a grin. It seemed a good idea to smooth things over anyhow. He didn't need to incur unnecessary enemies. That made survival more difficult, and survival was the goal.

He turned to go and chupsed to Horse, the beast turning to follow.

"Where d'you want to go?"