The 36th of Fall 514AV
Finally, finally the heavy rains of the past few days had ended, stopping their violent assault on the city of Lhavit, giving up on their strategy to drown its population or simple wash them out of the mountains. While the rain had stopped, the clouds remained, not giving up at all. In preparation of the coming of Morwen they had banded together with rain and wind, conspiring against the whole of the starry city. They did not care about the failure of the rain, instead they relied on their new plan B: making the temperature plummet so everyone in Lhavit would either be frozen or chased away due to the sheer cold. Fortunately, the cloud's bureaucracy was rather slow, loafing around and not approving anything yet, making the drop in temperature take place gradually instead of all at once.
Some were pleased by this outcome, others were not. Puddles still decorated the streets and were the new playground of young children who didn't deem the puddles as nuisances but as fun. Brandon couldn't care less, though he too had to admit he was glad the storm had come to an end. After all, how was he supposed to do his job if it kept raining? Not only would people stay at home more, he'd also leave wet footsteps behind, dripping droplets everywhere and in general ruining his sneaky acts. Now though, he could do whatever he wanted again, and he would.
The bat's target today was a merchant of some sort, a rich fellow who supposedly boasted to all his friends about the large sums he made every day and that he could buy just about everything he wanted. Or his wife wanted. In short, a man with too much money, a guy who would make a scene if he was to be robbed. The latter was very tempting for the Kelvic, so resisting hadn't been worth thinking about. That guy would be unburdened by Brandon, rid of his Kina. That he would make a scene was of no importance, in fact, the thief would like it. More attention, more rumors about Incognito and more fright that name would bring the citizens of the crystal city.
The mask sat tightly on his features, covering them neatly and erasing the man that was Brandon Blackwing, right now he had assumed the identity of Incognito, most infamous thief in all of Lhavit! And puppet of Kriegsfelt, his mind added with a disgusted tone, which made a grimace spread under the mask. Indeed, that was what he was too. Sadly.
Thoughts like that couldn't distract him from his job though not when he approached the door he would enter through. Not now, when he needed his mind to be cautious and focused. A gloved hand reached into his belt pouch and returned with the necessary tools to open locks without the right key; lockpick and tension wrench. When breaking and entering, those two tools were his 'open sesame' which could open a path where there previously hadn't been one. Well, given that there was a portal available for him to unlock of course. Usually he would be able to pick a lock in a couple of chimes, no problems emerging, no hardships to face. Today though, he wore gloves, which would make things a little more interesting.
Why gloves though? Well, it was getting colder -the first reason- and he had heard about a magic called Aurastas or Aurismi or so which enabled people to see things that would have been hidden for anyone else. Brandon had encountered someone who could use that magic in the past, though fortunately the man had chosen to ask his help with a certain matter instead of calling the Shinya. Having said that, Brandon did not know what exactly could be seen, not with that vague explanation the drunk student of one of the towers had given him. Auras, yes, but what information could be viewed when using the magic and how much aura was left behind when touching an object was not clear to him. It was better to be cautious with this reading magic, overconfidence led to a lack of caution, a loss of caution led to mistakes and mistakes to one's arrest. And arrest to … spending some time in prison. He'd rather not experience that, so it was of utmost importance to be cautious, no matter the simplicity of the job.
With his gloved fingers, the bat started turning the wrench clockwise, adding torque which would aid him in setting the pins of the lock. Therefore he had to insert his pick though, but that action was executed soon after. The tip of the lockpick stroked the pins lightly, and Brandon counted them quietly. Five, a decent amount and they were on the thin side too. A good lock. Not great, but good. Not good enough to keep Brandon out though. The Kelvic thief got to work immediately, prodding and pushing with his tool, slipping off the pins multiple times, having to try again more than once. As expected, his feel was lessened by the leather of the gloves, making things harder than they should have been. Tsk.
No matter, no matter. If his senses were dulled, he'd just have to concentrate more. It wasn't such a big deal.
Finally, finally the heavy rains of the past few days had ended, stopping their violent assault on the city of Lhavit, giving up on their strategy to drown its population or simple wash them out of the mountains. While the rain had stopped, the clouds remained, not giving up at all. In preparation of the coming of Morwen they had banded together with rain and wind, conspiring against the whole of the starry city. They did not care about the failure of the rain, instead they relied on their new plan B: making the temperature plummet so everyone in Lhavit would either be frozen or chased away due to the sheer cold. Fortunately, the cloud's bureaucracy was rather slow, loafing around and not approving anything yet, making the drop in temperature take place gradually instead of all at once.
Some were pleased by this outcome, others were not. Puddles still decorated the streets and were the new playground of young children who didn't deem the puddles as nuisances but as fun. Brandon couldn't care less, though he too had to admit he was glad the storm had come to an end. After all, how was he supposed to do his job if it kept raining? Not only would people stay at home more, he'd also leave wet footsteps behind, dripping droplets everywhere and in general ruining his sneaky acts. Now though, he could do whatever he wanted again, and he would.
The bat's target today was a merchant of some sort, a rich fellow who supposedly boasted to all his friends about the large sums he made every day and that he could buy just about everything he wanted. Or his wife wanted. In short, a man with too much money, a guy who would make a scene if he was to be robbed. The latter was very tempting for the Kelvic, so resisting hadn't been worth thinking about. That guy would be unburdened by Brandon, rid of his Kina. That he would make a scene was of no importance, in fact, the thief would like it. More attention, more rumors about Incognito and more fright that name would bring the citizens of the crystal city.
The mask sat tightly on his features, covering them neatly and erasing the man that was Brandon Blackwing, right now he had assumed the identity of Incognito, most infamous thief in all of Lhavit! And puppet of Kriegsfelt, his mind added with a disgusted tone, which made a grimace spread under the mask. Indeed, that was what he was too. Sadly.
Thoughts like that couldn't distract him from his job though not when he approached the door he would enter through. Not now, when he needed his mind to be cautious and focused. A gloved hand reached into his belt pouch and returned with the necessary tools to open locks without the right key; lockpick and tension wrench. When breaking and entering, those two tools were his 'open sesame' which could open a path where there previously hadn't been one. Well, given that there was a portal available for him to unlock of course. Usually he would be able to pick a lock in a couple of chimes, no problems emerging, no hardships to face. Today though, he wore gloves, which would make things a little more interesting.
Why gloves though? Well, it was getting colder -the first reason- and he had heard about a magic called Aurastas or Aurismi or so which enabled people to see things that would have been hidden for anyone else. Brandon had encountered someone who could use that magic in the past, though fortunately the man had chosen to ask his help with a certain matter instead of calling the Shinya. Having said that, Brandon did not know what exactly could be seen, not with that vague explanation the drunk student of one of the towers had given him. Auras, yes, but what information could be viewed when using the magic and how much aura was left behind when touching an object was not clear to him. It was better to be cautious with this reading magic, overconfidence led to a lack of caution, a loss of caution led to mistakes and mistakes to one's arrest. And arrest to … spending some time in prison. He'd rather not experience that, so it was of utmost importance to be cautious, no matter the simplicity of the job.
With his gloved fingers, the bat started turning the wrench clockwise, adding torque which would aid him in setting the pins of the lock. Therefore he had to insert his pick though, but that action was executed soon after. The tip of the lockpick stroked the pins lightly, and Brandon counted them quietly. Five, a decent amount and they were on the thin side too. A good lock. Not great, but good. Not good enough to keep Brandon out though. The Kelvic thief got to work immediately, prodding and pushing with his tool, slipping off the pins multiple times, having to try again more than once. As expected, his feel was lessened by the leather of the gloves, making things harder than they should have been. Tsk.
No matter, no matter. If his senses were dulled, he'd just have to concentrate more. It wasn't such a big deal.
Credit goes to Cylos Marn
