by Marius Valdemar on November 8th, 2011, 5:51 pm
That stupid, dirty rat. Where was he? He had broken his word. Like most other adults, really. His mother had said she'd be fine if he just got the medicine, but she was gone by the time he got back with it. And now this bloody 'Iron Philosopher", who had said that he'd find him, had yet to show up. It had been too long, Marius thought. Too long since he was last contacted. Something must have happened. That bloody rat.
The boy kicked a loose bit of debris that had fallen from a building Alvadas had decided to put in front of him. It rolled across the ground and unfolded itself into a tiny sparrow, which immediately took flight. Marius watched it with disinterest; he had seen far stranger on these streets. Where was he?
He found himself in the Bizarre, a place he frequented when he and the orphan thieves wanted to perform some Tricks. He had done many Tricks on his own without his little gang of misfits, but that was harder and required more skill and luck. Still, it was his idea to start playing Tricks in the first place, and he was the best at them of any of the orphans. Why not play one? He had nothing else to do, and he doubted that the man he waited for would show up here again.
Merchants selling their wares began to shout at him in the practiced speech designed to grab interest, but stopped when they fully viewed Marius's age and state of clothing. Most just told him to shoo, but some waved greetings to him, which Marius casually returned. He let his eyes scan the crowd, searching as the Iron Philosopher had taught him. He did not just look, but saw. Observed. The rich ones often hid themselves when out, so as to discourage little pick pockets such as himself. But Marius had learned to see through these tricks by watching the way they walked, how they spoke, even the air around them seemed of a higher class. It was these he searched for, and it was these whom he could not seem to find.
It was then his eyes spied something strange, and he had to double take back to the sight. There was a man ahead, a man walking somewhat differently than those around him. Not daintily. Gracefully? He couldn't come up with the right word. Besides, his walk was the least noticeable thing about him. The man had six arms, six bloody arms! "An Eypharian!" Marius whispered in a quiet exclamation. He had seen some before, but never from very close and certainly not very often. Someone like that must surely be a rich one!
The boy had his target, all he had to do was get close to him. Quietly, just a bit closer. Not too quickly to make him suspicious, but enough to keep up with him. His breathing quickened. Almost there! Swiftly, almost casually, Marius acted as if he were looking away and bumped into the man's side. In that same instant the boy's hand deftly flicked into the Eypharian's pocket, and he was already ready to offer a feigned apology.