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One Stitch, Two... Konti? (Nitai)

Postby Shai on November 6th, 2014, 5:20 pm

Timestamp: 81st of fall 514 AV

The Svefra menace was in full swing. they had all but taken over the docks. The Quay’s dock was perhaps the only place left safe to moor a ship, and that dock was more suitable for a dinghy. Shai, ever the opportunist, had perched herself on a rooftop overlooking an alleyway, two streets down from the Fish.

Leaning back against the slant-roof, the spider was focusing mostly on the embroidery hoop between her ashen fingers. She pulled the thread threw on another cross-stitch. No one could ever say the Symenestra had bulky hands but it was still more difficult now with adult digits than it had been as a child.

Cursing beneath her breath, she brought the fabric closer to her face. With careful precision she pushed the back end of the needle back through the same weave in the fabric. The stitch had been too long. Huffing, Shai re-did the stitch a little shorter.

Chell was resting on the edge of the eaves. The little Irylid was looking out for them. This particular alleyway seemed to be especially attractive to the Svefra paying street walkers for their time and flesh. It was close enough to the Fish that the ale could be returned to with ease but far enough that their little faked squeals of pleasure couldn’t be easily heard.

Shai figured they were paying the women somehow. She wouldn’t rob the women, that was just a tinge too malicious for the thief’s tastes, but those sea-drunk sailors? They were fair game. Something had brought them to Sunberth and it was Shai’s opinion that they had already been there too long. This cadre of seafarers had already interrupted her own trade, the merchants were taking new paths to the warehouses to avoid them. The spider had carefully staked out each merchant’s preferred route and now it was all ruined. The drunk sods might as well make up the difference to her, even if it meant she would be stealing like a common mugger all night.

Mark noted. Chell messaged her telepathically.

Shai set the hoop down on the roof and slunk through Leth’s brazen light to scoop up her familiar. Laying flat on her belly the night leather armored thief watched below. Immediately her experience told her something wasn’t quite right. The woman didn’t look like any street walker the spider had ever seen. Amethyst eyes peeking over the ledge, she waited on a burglar’s endless patience for a sign that she could intervene to her benefit.
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Postby Lianel Lighthand Terras on November 6th, 2014, 10:50 pm

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There was a quiet, fiery determination that set into Nitai's gut that morning, she had bartered a bit of fish off of a Svefra youth, requiring a bit more groping than she would have liked, but her stomach was at the very least, the opposite of empty when she took her usual seat in the Fish and removed her make up kit. Her skills at pickpocketing needed some serious work, as evidenced by her miserable attempts multiple times earlier in the season. Those were bruises she didn't care to repeat, and this time she had better marks.

If there was one thing Sunberthians could be united in, apart from their hatred of magic and a ruling body, it was a loathing of outsiders. Nitai might not have been considered a part of the unified whole of Sunberth residents, but at least around the docks she was far from ostracized. Those seething masses of Svefra sailors though? That was a whole other story.

And with their drunken charades they were the perfect targets for the wannabe pickpocket who was now trying to make herself up to be one of the street walkers who they were picking up off the streets. The advantages of being Konti would soon be evident to all around as Nitai sat cross legged in her chair, poring over her mirror. Her hair she had pulled back only to keep out of her face as she began to apply her make up. For the most part she had bought this make-up to hide her glaring scales, when trying to move around the city incognito, but today they were a boon and a leg up to what she wanted to accomplish.

She carefully applied eyeliner to the top and bottom of her eye, not too thick, as she wanted to appear a level up from the typical whores found on the docks. A thin line of burgundy lipstick on her top lip was rubbed between the two, and a glance up showed that more than one person in the Fish looking for drinks had noticed the Konti prettifying herself. She shot a few regulars an obscene gesture and they went back to their drinks with a mixture of chuckles and curses.

A rounded brush applied a bit of blush to her cheeks and she took down her hair, assessing her face in the mirror. It was simple, any richer woman perhaps would have scoffed upon the job, but Nitai found herself a bit taken aback nevertheless. The color of her lips and the eyeliner made her light purple eyes stand out against her pale shimmering skin, her hair falling into loose ringlets about her face.

She stood up brushing off the deep purple cotton dress she word, simple, yet enhanced by the corset she word beneath which showed her chest off to any and all that cared to look, a leather belt tied around her waist, and leather boots on either foot. She folded her cloak up, her makeup kit and mirror within it and tucked these under her arm, not trusting to leave them in the care of the slaves that tended at the Fish.

Right at the entrance of the bar she rolled her shoulders back, straightened up, took a breath constricted very much by the corset, then took one long stride she hoped was filled with sexual confidence onto the docks. She flipped half of her white blonde locks over one shoulder and began to stride down the thoroughfare, looks immediately turning her way. She placed what she hoped was a secret looking smile at the corners of her lips, and kept her gaze straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, while trying to size up a potential target from her peripherals, which after a chime or so, she realized was an extremely annoying task.

Whistles and lustful murmurs followed in her wake, which pleased the Konti to no end, but if she wanted to successfully get money out of these louts halfway in their cups without performing sexual favors, she needed to find one almost all the way down in his (or she supposed 'her') bottle.

She found her mark by a sound of disgust from a 'fellow' streetwalker. "Your so petching drunk I bet you can't even get it up!" was the cry.

"Heey...don't be like-" Slap. The sailor's reward for feeling too far down her corset. She turned, her garishly hued skirts flaring out behind her as she stormed by Nitai who nimbly rotated her body so as not to get roghly shouldered on her way past. The man, older and muscled, as well as missing a few teeth looked wistfully towards the retreating woman, his gaze slowly, very slowly making its way to find what had come before him in his absence. Immeasurable ticks passed as the watery eyes (more from the drink than being a Sverfa) lowered across her form, then drew up, her tight dress leaving little to the imagination.

"Petch her...you...you're...you're..."

"Elegant? Beautiful? A Sailor's dream?" Nitai offered politely, canting her head a bit to the side, unsure of how best to seduce a man who could barely form words, at least he'd provide good practice in a few ways.

"Pretty." He finally managed. Nitai had to keep from rolling her eyes, her smile growing broader and less genuine as she stepped forward to him. She had to touch him, at least that was what her instincts told her too, but she was not well versed at seducing anything, let alone men, her natural beauty should have helped her learn over the years, but if anything it often kept her from trying, instead preferring to hide it away.

Finally, a strange and awkward pause passing between them, Nitai let out a soft sigh, putting her smile into a better place and reaching out two fingers to run across the Svefra's salt and pepper stubble. "Handsome and clever? Say you're staying in the port forever sailor."

He chuckled, one hand grabbing her waist and pulling her in close so she could get a good whiff of the stench of booze wafting off of him. "Aye, and strong, and smart, and the best fishermen you ever laid eyes on." That would explain the smell of fish beneath the alcohol

Nitai was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt at this point, truly unsure of how to proceed. Since he had brought her in close, she kept her cloak a bit more tightly under her arm, resting that hand on the arm of the Sverfa's that was occupied with his bottle, letting her other one roam down his neck and back, running over his clothes in search of something she could remove. She wasn't particularly concerned with subtlety when his gaze seemed locked upon her breasts, and so let her fingers roam quite obviously. He had a dagger, a cutlass, and no obvious purse upon his belt, but anyone in Sunberth that didn't know to keep their money a little closer to themselves shouldn't have come into the city in the first place.

He wore a leather jacket and she was sure this was the key to her success. "Ah..tell me your name sailor, I have a feeling we'll be getting to know each other much better before this day is through..." She leaned in, nose curling to breath the last bit of that into his ear, clearly pleasing him since his free hand found her rump to give it a squeeze. Taking a lesson from the whore from earlier she reeled back, looking offended and slapped his arm.

"Not so fast, sir. I still don't have your name." She shook her finger like an admonishing mother and the sailor...tried to look ashamed, but failed horribly, a grin reminding her of his missing teeth spreading across his features.

"Its Oillin." He said "I didn't mean t' offend ya, come back here." He grabbed her again and she allowed it, this time her hand exploring his chest, rubbing his shirt beneath his jacket. She felt nothing larger rub against her hand on the left side, but when her hand entered the right she did feel a certain weight when she slid it to the right. She winced as she felt his hand on her backside again and decided she needed to cut this short, as being caught seemed like a better option than enduring any more of this.

She slid her left leg up the side of his trousers, hand pressing him against the wall. "I told you...not...so...fast." She lowered her voice and reached her fingers into the pocket, slowly, slowly grabbing the pouch that was held within. To hide the motion she pressed her bust up against the man's chest while she drew the purse out of its pocket running the back of her hand along his chest between her breasts and his chest and quickly drawing it down to her waist where she slid it into the folds of her cloak.

He giggled like a child on the holidays, his hand reaching up to repeat the past with the previous whore, and Nitai leapt backwards as if she had been slapped. "That's all you got, Oillin? A few lousy copper Mizas?! What do you think I am!"

She turned in attempt to mimic the woman before than waltzed off down the alleyway. "Wait, where you goin'?! I got more than a few coppers! Here I'll-" Before Oillin's mind caught up with the hand reaching for his empty pocket, Nitai's eyes widened and her mind began a furious tirade. Draw his attention to his money?! Petching brilliant. "Wait...where's my...hey, HEY!"

And that was when Nitai started running, boots clomping, down the streets of Sunberth.


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Postby Shai on November 11th, 2014, 11:23 pm

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Shai’s eyes dilated, it would be a quick affair. The woman running, and a drunk buffoon chasing. Retrieving her hoop, deft fingers folded up the fabric, needle, and thread into a square and deposited the little embroidery tool into a pocket on the inside of her cloak. It was a tiny hoop meant for small work, just enough to stretch specific parts of the fabric.

Reaching down the spider scooped up Chell and quickly deposited him in another pocket. While she was crouched she pulled off a roofing tile and hurled it right at the drunk following the young woman. With an economy of motion that bespoke experience, the thief flung her body from the roof. Landing in a tumble of cloak and limb the thief rolled back onto her feet and regarded the confused drunk. Even if the woman didn’t stop the Spider would have little trouble tracking her down, the rooftops gave a ludicrous advantage to the observant.

The man rolled on his back trying to get up, on his unsteady feet again. Before any such attempt could succeed Shai pulled her war fan from up her sleeve and smashed the metal struts against the prone figures temple. He would almost certainly wake up, but between the booze and the bruise he would wish he hadn’t.

The spider rummaged through his person and indeed found the few remaining coppers. A pittance but it didn’t stop her from pocketing them. Everything had its own pocket in the theif’s cloak and its own little button for a bit of security. The cloak was beginning to get old though, bringing on more sentimentality than calculated regret.

Before turning to regard or locate the runner the more experienced thief spoke. Like the crackling of dry autumn leaves her accent overtook in the Common tongue, “You should not continue down that way, it leads to a dead end.” It was a lie but it might make the woman stop long enough to realize her hunter had been struck low.

The lithe woman spun on the balls of her naked toes and sauntered down the alleyway. If the man was chasing her put this much effort into it, there was a reason. A reason that the spider would be more than happy to know about.

Stalking through the narrow silver sliver of Leth’s light, her armor throwing dusky dichotomies. Night leather always made the thief feel comfortable in the shadows, though perhaps she could have done without it and still remaining unseen to many. The spider’s lips curled into a smile. The young woman had lost a lecherous tail and gained one whose relation had not just be dictated. For good or ill the Symenestra followed.
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Postby Lianel Lighthand Terras on November 12th, 2014, 6:32 am

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Too focused on running, Nitai certainly didn't realize that her attacker was struck prone and knocked unconscious behind her, not until she risked a glance over her shoulder when she realized the shouting had stopped rather abruptly, and was met with a strange voice, and an even stranger figure occupying the middle of the street, appearing much like a shadow in dark form fitting garb, obviously having conquered the unconscious man with what Nitai could only assume was little effort.

The Konti glanced behind her, unable to discern if what the woman said was true or not, but with the immediate problem out of the way, she did halt her retreat, hefting the cloak a bit more tightly under her arm. Taking a step forward she peered at the slender figure with strange proportions, her arms seeming...oddly long for her rather small body. Nitai herself couldn't talk, she was barely taller than the woman, but nevertheless found herself wondering."I owe you a thank you, friend, I was testing out my shoddy skills as you...probably saw."


The thought of having an audience made the Konti a bit more shame faced than she otherwise would have been if she had ran off and escaped, thinking no one but the foolish drunk would know of her misdeeds. Whoever this person was had quite a deal of skill under their belt, for if the alley was indeed a dead end, she had come from up on high to land before her, and Nitai's Lavender eyes couldn't quite fathom how she had gotten down so quickly or nimbly.

"I don't suppose you'd grace me with a name? I'd say I haven't seen you around, but somehow I get the feeling that...that's the whole point. I'm Nitai." She took a few more steps forward to a regular speaking distance, wondering if this thief was going to demand payment for her help. If push came to shove...well she didn't see herself as having much choice in the matter.
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Postby Shai on November 12th, 2014, 7:50 am

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At the word ‘shoddy’ the thief tilted her head to the side curiously. Indeed, it wasn’t the acting skills or the thieving that had garnered her attention at all. “If you are going to steal something, have at least two escape routes ready.” Her eyes slithered up and down the scaled woman’s form, the low light did little to hinder the Symenestra’s vision. “Scout them in advance and always pick a safe spot to wait that is not your home.” The woman clearly hadn’t done that, otherwise she would know Shai had lied when she called this alley a dead end. Around the corner was a perfectly good outlet into thoroughfare. “That is worth more than any other tool a thief can use.”

“Konti…Nitai, you are worth more stolen than the entirety of that man’s life’s work. You would do well to hide it.” The Spider moved away from the dead center of the alley, towards her own right. There a dilapidated barrel held valiantly to its struts. She jumped up and crouched on it, using the few bits of viable wood to counterbalance the bottom. In her strange seat she continued to speak. “Do not mistake assistance for friendship, you will find a knife in your back or your legs
spread.” She added bitterly. It chimed as more self-reprimand than advice.


In her careful observation, Shai was becoming aware her easy marks were boring her. The spider was used to far higher stakes, breaking into houses while the occupants slept or robbing armed caravans. High risk thefts were beginning to be her trademark, although few had the name to add to. “Some call me Widow, but for a name Saris will do.” She had been working slowly cultivate the alias of Saris, to leave behind her old moniker from years past. Some lives were best left to the dead, if at all possible. Still the strange title of Widow had begun to follow her after a guard she left lived used it as a curse against her. A handful of times afterwards she found it on the tips of the tongues of her marks. Perhaps making up an alias herself had been wasted effort. Few knew of Saris or Widow and fewer still knew the her true name to be Shai.

Leaning back against the wall, she gave the ivory woman a hard stare. “Tell me, why is it that you steal? Perhaps I can show you ways to improve…” The why mattered more than it ought to have for the cold thief. If it was a sport for the Konti and not her means of survival, somehow Shai felt that was unfair to the penniless urchins and career criminals. As though fair had ever mattered in Sunberth.

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Postby Lianel Lighthand Terras on November 12th, 2014, 6:09 pm

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Though more than hesitant of her sneaky savior's motives, Nitai took her words to heart. Exit strategies were only logical, and though she knew the Quays fairly well, she had not had the foresight or knowledge of this particular alley, nor a safe place to run with however much loot she had managed to lift off of the sailor. When addressed as her race and the trouble that came with it here in Sunberth Nitai's lips curled in a bitter smile. "The truth of that I've spent a lifetime learning." Sure her race had some key advantages, but the potential of being overpowered and thrust into slavery seemed a high price to pay for them. Had she been being too cocky flaunting herself on the docks? Perhaps, it simply frustrated her so to constantly hide her appearance under her cloak, if she didn't get to utilize it to her benefit every now and again, what the petch was the point?

She was struck by how cold and matter of fact the woman was as she displayed her grace once more, perching like more of an animal than person upon the barrel against the side of the wall. Nitai took casual strides to lean against the wall, chuckling softly at her next bit of honest advice. "Funnily enough I call the people I know least by the term 'friend'. Sometimes it makes them think I am an easier mark than I truly am, sometimes I can get them to believe they are my friend, sometimes it just makes them upset. Its a good way to gauge someone before I do know anything about them."

She set her bundle of her cloak on a crate beside her, glancing to make sure that Sailor was still unconscious, a rather futile thing since he would probably be out for bells to come, if not the rest of the night. "Widow..." She tested out the word on her tongue, inflicting a bit of her mother's Kontinese accent to make it sound a bit more exotic. After rolling it off slowly, she tapped a finger to her lip. "I like the ring of it, though Saris seems better to call my new friend." Her lips quirked in a knowing smile that faded when the woman asked her why she stole. Though she offered the potential of improvement, an offer Nitai would have jumped on gladly, this was the same woman who had expressly explained that she was no friend and handed out a series of hard truths to the Konti. In addition to that her question seemed weighted, with what Nitai wasn't entirely sure, but she felt as if the wrong answer would leave her regretting it.

Though honesty was rarely Nitai's policy, she had been quite honest up until this point, and saw no reason not to continue the trend with Saris. "I steal in order to learn how people work. I have lived in Sunberth all my life and there is much I understand, but far more I do not. I steal now so that one day I will not have to, because I will learn how to get what I want with a word, or a look, but I am unskilled, untrained, and so I'm starting at the bottom with everyone else." Up until that point the Konti's attitude had seemed...a bit too casual. Her easy smiles, the relaxed posture she held against the wall, but Shai could glimpse an intensity that reached her eyes as she continued, her words gaining heat to them, purple eyes locked with a darker, yet matching set.

In a moment, however, that fire and spirit was dampened, put back away and replaced with the smiling woman once more. She straightened from the wall and placed both palms upright before her in a bit of a dramatic fashion. "Do I pass the test?"
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Postby Shai on November 13th, 2014, 7:54 pm

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On a thief’s patience the spider waited, digesting the answer given. It wasn’t the perfect answer which made Shai believe it all the more. A perfect answer would have been met with immediate suspicion. Hopping down from her perch the spider nodded, “Alright then.” Was all she said in return before she walked over the unconscious drunk. Grabbed his feet, she dragged the dead weight behind a crate, unceremoniously piling his limbs up to hide them.

Shai turned back on the Konti. Both women managed to appear ethereal just beyond the realm of normal but in entirely different ways. “Do not go to them, or lead them. You have what they want, they will come to you. When you do this you will have the advantage of choosing your ground. That can make all the difference” The Symenestra’s hand popped open the button of one of her pockets hidden in her cloak. She had taken the sewing kit out of the leather folio for the most part and secreted them away. What she produced was a small wooden spool with undyed thread wrapped around it. The thread secured a slender bone needle.

Carefully she measured out a forearm’s worth of thread, and clipped it with her claws. The low light made it difficult but with time she managed to thread the little bone needle and then turned her gaze back to the Konti.

“Hold still.” She commanded, Shai finally closing the distance between them. Ducking down, on her knees the spider’s deft hands bunched up Nitai’s dress nearly to the woman’s hip. It was a calculated risk, being on low ground like this next to the stranger. Surely if the woman wanted to, now would be the time to strike, but with the Symenestra at her abdomen neither would make it out of the encounter for long. It was time to see the woman was a calculator or instinctive, the difference defined pickpockets from true thieves. She pulled the needle through the entire bundle, looping it around and around again several times. It was by no means secure, a simply flick of a knife or claws would release the dress to its previous design, but it would hold up for show.

Scuttling back up to her barrel perch, Shai gave her new acquaintance a once over. “Now,” She pointed to the mouth of the alley, the Konti had entered from. “If you stand there and look out, like an item for sale in a store, then they will come to you.” It was an old tactic, one Shai considered at one time or another but she simply had no feminine curves and her face was too alien. Nitai, on the other hand, was perfect for it. Round and soft, with enough foreignness to be mysterious.



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Postby Lianel Lighthand Terras on November 15th, 2014, 1:20 am

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She watched, hating the bit of turmoil in her gut that meant she actually cared and in fact feared a bit the decision that was going on in the other woman's mind as she assessed her words. She had joined the Night Eyes so that she didn't precisely have to answer one with her work, and this just seemed a step backwards, but her logical mind won out over her impatience. This entity had skill, in multiple ways, and spoke and moved with a confidence befitting a thief that had experience under her belt.

So when Saris approached with the thread and needle, and began speaking Nitai listened. She held still, watching carefully as she placed the thread in such a way to reveal the milky scaled skin of the Konti's leg. Just as Saris was placing herself in a position of vulnerability, so too was Nitai. She watched her carefully though quickly slide the thread through her dress. A moment where both had to trust each other not to try something stupid. Of course, Saris had proved herself already no one's fool, so Nitai realized she was the only one in question. At least for this time she wouldn't succumb to idiocy, and when Shai was done Nitai twisted her dress this way and that, putting her right leg forward to show the work done there, smiling in admiration.

Then her head tilted up, listening. An object in a store. I can do that. She nodded, but did not speak. There was no point plotting and planning, what they were going to do now was quite simple, she was the bait, Saris was the bite. Twirling experimentally once more Nitai glanced around her, finding a light but sturdy crate and lifted it up, careful to keep any grimy bits away from her dress. She hauled it out of the alley and placed it out against a wall, finding a spot that was perfectly in the light of a lantern hanging off of the building. She glanced around a couple times before taking a neat step up onto it and surveying the crowd. After a moment of getting her bearings Nitai pressed her back against the wall behind her, twisting a bit so her exposed leg was showing, her height above the ground giving those that passed by even more of a look if they noticed her, which on the darkened quay it was rather hard...not to.

She rotated so one shoulder and part of her back was pressed against the wall, her eyes distant and looking off into the distance, exposed leg crossed in a relaxed manner. Once she found herself comfortable she let her breathing even, and relaxed her mind and body, not paying attention to the regular noises of the Quay. An item in a store. She thought. Items didn't move much, they were there to be pretty, and she enjoyed the idea of this role to play. A light smile played around her lips, imagining the fools that they could catch. 'They,' an interesting thought...
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Postby Shai on December 19th, 2014, 1:51 pm

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It didn’t take long, Shai hadn’t expected it to. White, fleshy Konti thighs made for good bait. The Spider was crouched beside the same broken barrel she had previously perched on. Crouched low, it wasn’t difficult to make her small frame into a tight ball. A ball on coiled muscles ready to spring.

The man, the sailor, that took the bait was all hands. Shai imagined it was unpleasant but it worked all the better for their plan. Shai padded her steps, letting the heel cushion her foot falls and turned them from beats to whispers. A short distance and Shai had her steel warfan pushed against the spongy flesh of the man’s neck. “We want your mizas, not your life.”

The man decided against Shai’s proposition. Pushing the Spider back, his movements were sloppy. Shai ducked beneath a clumsy swing and came up inside his reach. She jabbed the business end of her closed warfan against the soft flesh of his throat. “Check his belt.” Shai whispered to Nitai, though everything was silent now. Surprise and held breath went a long way towards silence. The stand still was easy, but Shai could almost feel the potential in the air. The second she backed away from this he was going to be a mad dog.

They had two options, shai realized, looking up into the man’s blue eyes. Either she had to down him like the other man or they had to run. It was one thing for the spider to escape another for the Konti. SHe should have thought of this before setting up their bait. Shai rarely worked with others and never another woman besides Zandelia. The very thought of Zandelia acting like bait as Nitai had cause a smile to crack on her pale lips.

Shai decided they would fight their way out. She gave the Konti plenty of time, that is when the real standoff began. The sailor would know they needed to back out and he had to make the same choices the spider had.

Arms came down to crush Shai in a bear hug, at the same time as the Symenestra’s knee came up into his groin. The fan she whipped across his cheek, essentially as a metal blackjack. The man was down but not out., Shai looked to her impromptu partner, uncertain how the Konti handled these kind of situations. Rather than let it escalate she’d let the white woman decide.
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Postby Lianel Lighthand Terras on January 16th, 2015, 4:19 am

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oocApologies for the crazy delay, I have no good excuses

Nitai often wondered who had more pride, the women that would never let a man touch them as this one was doing to her, or the one's that did and made sure that in the end they came out on top. Either way she cooed and crooned to the man as his grubby fingers found that exposed section of thigh, and guided him back to her accomplice in the shadows, making sure he was facing her and rotated just right so that he wouldn't even see when-

There was something infinitely satisfying when she saw his eyes turn from lustful to rage filled. She backed away slightly, letting Saris work and lamented the fact that she didn't have her rapier on her person as she searched about the alley to find...ahh. A dusty, grimy bottle, yet still a sight cleaner feeling than that man's fingers slid into Nitai's grip as the man struggled and squirmed against Saris's fan blades at the flesh of his neck.

When she instructed Nitai to search his belt her free hand swept under his rolling stomach sliding freely across one side only to stop on the other, finding a small leather pouch. She slid the bottle under her arm to access the purse, deciding it would be easier simply to take the money rather than try to slide it off the struggling victim. Slipping out the few coins she found there, Nitai tucked them into the top of her dress (the only available spot at the moment), and reared back as the man grabbed Shai in a ferocious lunge.

She readied the bottle in her hand, watching as the woman kneed the man, then cut open his face, and as he reeled backwards the konti whipped her right arm backwards, and brought the glass bottle down upon the man's head with all of her might. It shattered, satisfyingly so, and the man dropped like a good number of bricks to the ground. Nitai smiled, only to frown in pain as she realized some of the broken bottle had bit into her hand, causing a wound, a lesson on why the technique was not flawless. She shook the hand, then glanced at her partner in crime.

"Perhaps we should separate before sailors notice the pile of bodies we are forming here?" She slid the mizas out of her bosom and gave whatever seemed a fair allotment to Shai, also pulling a few out of her folded cloak from her previous engagement. Nitai may have been a criminal, but she certainly was not going to stint the female that had aided her so readily, and seemed so able bodied.

"I don't suppose you might be interested in doing this again? Something tells me with a bit of practice we might be able to make this go more smoothly..." She glanced down at the man, nuding his side with her boot. "Though may be staying away from the quay for a while might not hurt..." She smirked, and unfolded her cloak, drawing it around herself, the glare of her pale white skin dying almost immediately under the drab nature of the cloak.
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