Closed [Seaside market] Cutting to the chase [Fallon]

[Ildi]

Ildi was walking at a slow pace, shoulders drooping and head slightly drooping. He was tired form the run. Achy from the fall when the woman had grabbed his patchwork cloak and rather annoyed and irritated from the entire speech she had given him. He just hoped she would keep her mouth shut. Silently lead him back towards the market stall from which he had stolen the, now rather soggy and filthy bread. He probably got a public beating of some sort and had to pay twice or trice the price for the bread. With who knows what happening if he couldn't pay. Probably a larger beating if the merchant wasn't very creative. Thank god he still had some gold stashed away underneath his cloak and in numerous pockets on his body. It seemed his hope for a silent trek back, Only occasionally interrupted by directions from the woman, wasn't going to come true. As suddenly she began asking what he thought about sunberth. He didn't have to think twice about answering. He was still tired and she was still the one holding the weapon. At least now everything clicked into place. Her talks about reputation being important and now her trying to milk him for information.. She was another one of those outsiders who came to sunberth in the hope to squeeze whatever they wanted out of it. Wannabe tyrants all of them in his opinion. He let out a slight chuckle at the fact this woman probably wouldn't last very long before some larger gang put her head on a pike. “It's chaos. It changes whenever it's people want it to change and really hates being not chaotic. It doesn't have any kind of structure and resists structure in general. closest thing we have to it is just a bunch of different way's people do things all mashed together.” He honestly didn't know if he was still making sense. But he didn't like the woman anwyay, so he didn't give a shyke about that. As long as she didn't want to run him through with that blade everything was fine with him. “Only reason everything works fine is because the people want to survive. And we aren't bothered about anything that isn't relevant to themselves.. We just don't care about the fact there isn't a decent system, just a lot of smaller ones smashed together with lots of cracks in between.” He was one who did care, but only because his entire job relied on those cracks. “Sunberth is pretty much a mirror of it's populace. Since its such a shyke hole, that tells you a lot about the people that live here and comes to this place.” He finished off his small disjointed explination. “Honestly though. If you're trying to cut out a corner for yourself in this city. Don't bother. You got a larger chance to meet a god in person then too make it big in this place. Usually you outsiders end up with your head on a pike before the first year is done."

[Fallon]

Fallon did little more than laugh, a low cackle of noise that escaped her throat. She could almost see the presumptions racing about the inside of his mind, based on no logic but the words she had simply said. Aimless deduction without knowing the full scene truly. Though part of her niggled that it could be assumed through what was said. It continued, eventually slowing as she gathered her thoughts and brought it into a slow dissection.

"Yes, of course, completely and utterly trying to cut out my own corner in this city," She shook her head, the flickering of a wolfish grin, "Next right. So astute of you little thief, knowing of such a grand and masterful plan. Next you'll reveal you knew my name all along and pick out my boot size." There was a flicker of a glance to what was behind them, the careful tread of the path that had been made. She did not fancy the idea of losing her way just yet. The alleyway around them begun to widen slowly, that once faint bustling growing louder by the passing tick. Inhaling she continued, "And an outsider too? Well, it must be so if you deem it to be the case."

Another snort, obviously amused by his line of thought. Whilst she would have like the idea of Sunberth being aligned under one banner, laced with crime or not, it did not mean she wanted to control it. No, she would not put herself in that position unless the people wanted her to - which she doubted they would want anyway. It simply was not her place as she saw it.

"It depends on what you class as making it big," there was a nonchalant shrug, "Everyone has a different idea of what exactly that is. A farmer might see a successful harvest as making it big, where as a thief may think a master heist is the way to go. Myself, what is it... wine, women and song? That seems successful to me," Lips were licked, her eyes pulling into a small narrow as she gave a point. The main market was before them and all that was needed would be the long weave in and out between the people. Although she did not reach out to ensure he did not make a hasty dash to escape, her gaze did wander back down to him and lock intently.

"Still, those are pretty good odds though. Do you have statistics for those who have met a God twice? Or maybe thrice?" A gloved hand rubbed against her cheek, her mind trying to work out the odds in a more ratio orientated format. Not that she got far in it, mathematics was never her strong point, "On a pike? In a year? You going to be the one to do it?" Rocking up onto her toes she attempted to peer over the heads to gain a sense of her bearings, "Well, the claimed outsider will see you in winter then. Make sure it's a nice spike."

[Ildi]

Ildi rolled his eyes when the woman started laughing like a deranged wolf. He briefly wondered if the woman’s brain had gotten knocked loose. Then again, who wasn’t slightly deranged in this city, the sane ones left and the deranged ones stayed. Breeding and passing on their madness to their offspring. It still stung that the woman casually mocked his small bit of advice he gave out. Twisting his words, she really was an ornery vagik. He wondered, was she just mocking him because he was on the right path with his little assumption, hoping to throw him off her trail? Or was she really thinking about doing something else then get embroiled in a gangwar and if she was planning something else. What was she planning exactly? He gave a quick glance over his shoulder. The woman didn’t look like a pushover. Whatever she might be planning, if it was big and could change sunberth. Then his payment would also be big if he tipped of some of the other gangs about it. If it was just something small, he could just ignore it. “You look like a catherine. Wouldn’t know about your boots, I’m not a cobbler.” Ildi just deadpanned at her comment. “If you want new boots go see old man henry. You should know where he is if you aren’t an outsider.” He started fidgeting a bit as he heard the bustling of the crowd get closer and closer. The thoughts of upcoming punishments looming over his head. He really didn’t want to hand over his fairly stolen food to some fat merchant. What was he supposed to eat? Go back to what he did in winter and eat the dead? He barely made it through spring with the witch hunt on ‘vultures’ he didn’t want to go through that again. Then the woman began to talk about what making it big means. Ildi just shrugged. “In the end that all comes down to having money.” he replied. A good harvest for a farmer would mean money. A good heist for a thief would mean money. It was all the same. “Wonder why you’re in sunberth then. Ain’t much good singing around here and the less said about the wine the better.” He didn’t say anything about the woman part. He grew up in a whorehouse, he had heard stranger stuff happening in that place. “Don’t even know what statistics are.” ildi bluntly replied as she asked about the god thing. “But I guess that after you met a god once you got a bigger chance to meet it again. They only bother with the people who are of use to them anyway. So I guess they come back to check on their tools sometimes.” He simply shook his head when she asked if he would be the guy who cut of her head and put it on a pike. “No thanks, I’ve got a feeling you won’t give up your head without a fight and I’m quite attached to my own.”

[Fallon]

"Catherine, eh?" Fallon rubbed at her jaw at that point, "Well, you're wrong. Nowhere near my name that one. Lost your touch already?" She gave a snort, followed by a firm step forward and onwards through the marker. Eyes turned to remaining fixed ahead now, the gaze returning to that of a stony expression and her lips pursing into a line. She made no further comment on the subject, and begun to hone her mind in to what was to be done and the series of processes that went with it. Another small nudge forwards through the crowds, she only raised an eyebrow to his attempts at fishing for information.

"Money makes the world go round. As does blood and sweat," she gave a peek over the heads of the local, rocking up onto her toes and then back down once more, "Why Sunberth? Why anywhere else? Home is home. Nothing more, nothing less." There was a tap upon the hilt of the blades, a gentle counting rhythm, "Besides. Know where to look then you can always find a few bits glinting in the depths." She heard the calling voice of the merchant she was supposed to be guarding above the people, the still chiming the few wares that he did have. By the sounds of things there had been little trouble during her absence, and with hope she could get back to work relatively quickly once more, "Perhaps. Perhaps, who knows?"

But first she had to deal with the thief, which no doubt would prove interesting to solve. Another pressing nudge, she raised her hand in greeting to the man. He gave a nod back, a frown upon his face forming as he looked down onto the thief with disappointment. A shake of the head, he gave a gesture for them to come closer as he seemed to decide on what to actually do.

"Didn't actually think you'd catch him. Let alone bring him back," The merchant glanced at them both, "Still, good job. Shows you're well trained at least. Like a good dog."
"What can I say? Work to the best I can," She gave a shrug in response, her eyes turning and lowering down to the lad as the petty polite words changed to the matter at hand. It was an open hand the merchant looked solely at him, "Give me the bread. Petching punk. Teach you to steal from my stall. Go pick on the gutter rats."

There would be little more than a clout across the back of the head she would like to think, no doubt the humiliation of being caught to begin with would serve. When she last checked, a good thief was one that was not caught - more so in the face of public. By being recognised as one it served as a potential way to receive negative reputation. At least, that was what her logic concluded. Everything was balanced neatly upon such a thing - it made her laugh internally on wondering what a would happen if reputation was so neatly tipped. Chaos, she found, was the answer. After a few moments she spoke up, "Done yet?"

[Avarice]

Greetings! Salutations! Hello! *insert all other greetings in ze world*

I am Avarice, your lovely AS of Sunberth; and I am here to inform you that there is something wonderful coming your way...A Grade! Yes. You've finished a thread and it was wonderful so below you'll find your hard-earned XP and Lores. Any questions? PM me! (Don't be shy, I don't bite...I promise!) Also, please be sure to edit your post in the request thread to reflect your having received a grade!

 

Ildi

In light of your departure, your grade has been withheld for this thread. Upon your return, simply PM me and I'll disperse your XP and Lore.

 

Fallon

XP

• Running +2
• Tracking +1
• Hypnotism +3
• Acrobatics +1
• Intimidation +1
• Navigation +2

LORES

• Anxiety on a Sunny Afternoon
• Watch for Those Whom Walk With Purpose
• A Chase for the Sake of Repute
• Sizing Up an Inferior Target
• Hypnotism: Suggesting Obedience
• Explaining Reality to a Thief
• Ildi: An Astute Little Thief

MISCELLANEOUS

• N/A

Yours Truly,
Avarice <3