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[Fallon]

15th Summer 514AV

It was rather gingerly that Fallon lurked at the entrance of the Seaside Market. Her head was constantly bobbing about, looking back and forth to what was going on around her, the occasional glance inwards and down into the open air of the market and the bustling stalls even in the dwindling evening light. For a moment she simply stared, eyes brought into a line as she saw the descent down onto the wooden boardwalk. There was a rise of the brow as she spied the still risen tide, then a snap down to her high boots. She resounded now was as good of time to test how water proof they were, and silently hoped that they were very effective

Gloved fingers scratched at her neck, a slither of white breaking out between her lips as she pulled her attention away. At least it was cooler now with the heat of the day having left for cooler temperatures. It allowed the body to operate closer to its fuller capacity, unhindered by the sun and looking for the next drop of water it came across. Not that there seemed to be much of a shortage of it down below, the narrow canoes gently drifting down with a high price to boot. Still, that was some small measure of time away now and so she took to simply recalling what was required of her.

It was a contract, admittedly a verbal one, made in the early days of spring. Her brow creased as she attempted to put a name to the race once more. Symestra, a short one she distinctly remembered. Quick with the fingers and willing to give an incentive to turn up - a taste of what was to come. She obviously knew the way mercenaries worked and how to play the game, something that certainly made her life a lot easier on that front. Her lips gave a twitch, tasting the salty air as she summoned the name forth. Saris or 'Silk Spinner' as Fallon remembered the impromptu name. There was another blink, a shift of weight as she counted up her equipment once more. The requirement was to serve as an extra pair of eyes, a guard with the willingness to serve up distracts out of nowhere.

Apparently, it would not be dangerous. But this was also Sunberth, and Fallon was willing to believe that nothing was dangerous when she saw it. The recent events proved that one nicely with her constant movements throughout the city. Her thumb and forefinger gave a single pinch to the brow, followed by a firm exhale of the growing pressure that was accumulating there. Still, even with the dangers it was still necessary for her to work and earn her way - which was why she had probably turned up.

Clicking her neck, she turned her attention away from the markets and back into the city. Time, it was only a matter of it. She just wished the spider would hurry up so she could retreat from being in plain sight once more.

[Shai]

Shai sat on her haunches, curled into a crouch on a rooftop. In the shadow of a chimney her night armor worked like a charm but she still kept her cloak shrouding her body as well. The paranoia of Sunberth had slowly began to eek back into her thoughts. Alvadas had been such a reprieve that now it seemed more like a dream than a true memory. Still violet eyes surveyed the streets below, especially near the entrance to the seaside market.

Bitzer had been waiting for her, it was rare someone beat her to a meet but Shai would get back in the spirit of things soon. Withdrawing her cold steel war fan she relished in the chill at her palm, summer days in Sunberth were sweltering for the Symenestra. Angling the fan so it caught moon light she flashed it towards Bitzer as many times as it took to garner the hired sword’s attention.

After she had it, with startlingly pale fingers she’d motion to the alleyway next to her rooftop perch. Skittering down the wall away from view of the main street the spider waited in the shadows. As she sat upon the precipice of a decaying barrel she pulled on her boots. Every time she took to the walls and rooftops she always removed them. Considerably less broken glass and other debris made their way on to the high paths she strode though she still encountered them occasionally.

The weapon she could hardly use in an effective manner had a second use though, and so while she waited the spider fanned herself with the expensive indigo fabric. All the while keeping her eyes on the better lit mouth of the alleyway. She might look at ease but there was always a betrayal of that nonchallaence in the tension of her muscles. If it wasn’t Bitzer who stepped into her view she would take off and swing back a second time for the mercenary.

Tonight she had to be especially cautious this job would be her first since returning. Not to mention it was to test Bitzer for more dangerous but lucrative marks. Still there had been at least four guards in that room she had found and that would not an easy task unless the woman was smart in her distraction. The thief had spent several bells recounting all she had seen of the lock, it was not beyond her skill but it would take time especially because it was an unfamiliar mechanism. Most of her practice had been on shackles not cabinets but it hadn’t seem vastly different. She double checked her lockpicks with her left hand, not bothering to stop fanning with her right. The lock packs and wrenches were secured in braid so tight her scalp would hurt when she finally released it before bed. The leather cords she tied her hair with also added securing for the little instruments of larceny.

Chell had even approved this mark which was rare. Though he was silent now Shai had felt since waking this evening he had been pensive. She had never known the familiar to be nervous only agitated, so may it meant more that he had input in their heist.

It was time to stop second-guessing her plans, she was certain in them.
It was time to bury Shaisha her old alias and let Saris take center stage.
It was time to take like only a thief could.

[Fallon]

There was a wince as her eye stung, catching the low glare of light within the corner. Fingers rose to shield against the brightness, her head whipping away to blink intently at the ground, before gradually it rose. Colours were blinked away into the low light, her right hand falling to the hilt of the tulwar out of reflex, as an exhale whistled out. Her gaze turned, gradually, lifting and searching as the glare paused, and flickered once more. She caught the shape of a shadow upon the roof tops, eyes darting to the extended hand and the point towards the alleyway. Lips twitched, her head cocking to one side as she tried to take the shape in for those last few ticks, before it dipped out of sight.

For a moment Fallon simply stared after the figure, lips having pursed into a line and her brow having furrowed in thought. She considered that perhaps it was Saris, cloaked, hooded and able to climb places - traits associated with a thief who belonged in stories she mused. But then again part of her considered the possibility of a trap, something laid to catch and inevitably lead to her ruin. And it was something she could not really bring herself to risk. Guarded, she gave a firm check of her surroundings, a frown as she watched the slow and small flow of traffic before she warily pushed herself off. Nowhere was safe, and who knew who was about, watching and waiting for her to slip up.

With her hand on the tulwar hilt, it was with care she made her way to the motioned alleyway. The form slunk, the focus of light feet as she stepped through the crowd, with the left hand gently weaving through the bodies to guide the rest of her around them. She felt the thin layer of sweat upon her back, gathering and sticking through the fabrics and leather, lips licking as she stepped to the side and into the low lit gloom and debris strewn alley. For a moment she paused, looking down to the twisted shadows that ran across to the perched cloaked figure at the end fanning herself silently. Fallon only gave the smallest of nods, before taking those steps in to the low light.

In honesty, the mercenary still had little idea as to what exactly she was getting herself into. It could be an easy job, little more than to make some noise and distractions whilst the thief did whatever she needed to do. Or it could be one that turned dark and blooded, filled with the brute force and violence that could go either way in terms of reputation. Exhaling she focused her attention to the task at hand.

"Silk Spinner," she gave a wiry smile as she stopped short. She was not about to bring herself any closer than need be, besides it was the thief who wished for her services and so she would follow the designated contract supplied - as long as it did not result in her immediate demise of course. Fallon raised her hand in gesture, "Well, I have come as you requested to... serve as a distraction? I take it you remember the previously stated contracted values? Or have they changed now?" she paused, "Will you fill me in to the rest of the necessary information so I am able to perform at my best for this? I am after all, following your command."