Flashback Can't Turn Back the Clock

[Sh'Ky Naes]

Sh'Ky Naes

Day 47, Autumn 505

He was seventeen years old. With dark hair that fell down around his ears, ice blue eyes, and a lanky build, he was hardly an imposing figure. One might wonder how he had survived in the Berth this long, but their questions were answered almost immediately as they saw Rastia. With dark black hair, almond skin, and jade eyes, she also bore crisscrossing scars on her chin. Her eyes gave her a slightly crazy/feral look, which deterred most from messing with her. Twin knives adorned her waist, and she wore a tight-fitting leather vest for protection.

Ever since they were ten, Rastia and Sh'Ky had stuck together. They were inseparable. Somehow, they had gotten a hold of a crappy shack in the slums, and lived together since then. Lately, however, Rastia had been taking more risks, robbing from more dangerous people. Sighing, he looked at her with a fond eye. He supposed it came from getting older. Just like he was. Knocking on the front door of some merchant's home, he kept a wide smile plastered on his face. As it opened, a man in a once-colorful, now dull jacket appeared. With a sour grimace on his face, he said, "Yeah? Whaddaya want?"
Even though it was difficult, at the man's grumpy demeanor, Sh'Ky kept smiling. It was necessary to buy Rastia time. Picking up a small, wooden crate, filled with some blackened, molded leaves, made to look like an exotic herb. "Well, sir, I've come to offer you a deal. You're a merchant, and I'd like to sell my wares. Here I have several leaves from the mossy green near Kenash. They are said to have... special properties." Sh'Ky said this with a sly wink. "They... enhance... performance, so to speak. Interested?" The man's eyes gleamed, and he put on a mask of uninterest. As if the product were actually worth anything, but he didn't want Sh'Ky to know he wanted it.

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Dallen McHenderson

[Sh'Ky Naes]

Sh'Ky Naes

The man, with alcohol on his breath leaned into Sh'Ky's face. "Listen, boy. You clearly don't know what those are worth, so give them to me, and I'll sell them for you." Repressing a gag, Sh'Ky shook his head, smiling.

"Ah, but how do I know I can trust you? I know that you are quite the reputable merchant, but I have just met you! Give me a symbol of your trust." Eyes flickering behind the man, Sh'Ky looked at Rastia, who had climbed in through the back window and had started rummaging around. She finally procured a well-sized bag, and gave him a thumbs-up and a smile. Climbing back out the window, she presumably went back to their house, to hide. Nodding to himself, he thought, Good. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to her. The one good thing in this hellhole.

The merchant looked at Sh'Ky blankly, alcohol befuddling his wits. Sighing, Sh'Ky said, a look of long-suffering on his face, "Preferably of the monetary kind." A look of understanding dawned on the man's face, and he held up his finger. "I'll... I'll be right back. I've just got to get something..." As he turned back into the house, Sh'Ky dropped the box of moldy leaves on the doorstep and ran. He'd have to take a roundabout way through the Tent City, but it'd be worth it. Rastia would stay safe.

When he finally made it back, he found Rastia sitting on the front step, tossing the coinpurse in the air and smiling. Opening the door and mock bowing to him, she started to laugh, slapping him on the back. "That. Was. Awesome. The old man never saw you coming, 'Ky. And I was all, sneaky sneak, window, sneak, snatch, window, WA-BAM! Ohhh, this was one of our best jobs yet, 'Ky."

With a light grin splitting his face, Sh'Ky said, "T'was nothing, my dear lady! Not for a thespian of the highest caliber such as myself." Reverting back to his normal accent, he said, "Naw, it wasn't anything much. Just had to find some mouldy leaves and make 'em stink something pretty."

Eagerly moving to the table, Rastia pulled out the shabby chair and sat down, opening the bag and pouring it's contents onto the table. She looked up at Sh'Ky and grinned. "How did you know who to pick, 'Ky? Mainly we just pick at random!" Leaning forward, he poked her nose, causing her to smile and blush a bit. "I've got a new system to find targets. I don't know why we didn't do it earlier, but it's just common sense." Pulling a copper from the pile, he placed it on the table. Tapping it with his index, he said, "Imagine that this coin is a merchant. Good merchants don't flaunt their 'wealth', but idiots like this one, ones who are worth less, and are easily conned, do. Every few days, I go into the markets, looking for targets. Once I find one, I observe him, to find out his vices. If he's a drunkard and a substance addict, like this one, I try to sell him something fake, whilst you go about looting and pillaging." Frowning, he looked at the table. "It's not a perfect plan, but then again, what is?"

Looking up at Rastia, he saw her staring at him, smiling. Cocking his head, he asked, "What is it, Ras?" She just shook her head and brushed back a loose strand of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. "I just... How would our lives be different if we hadn't met? What would've happened to me? To you?" Taking her hands, he put on a fond face, and promptly said, "I'd probably be dead in a sewer, and you'd probably be a prostitute."

Smacking him on the side of the head and laughing, she said, "That's the part where you're supposed ta' comfort me, ya twit!" Grabbing her wrists playfully, Sh'Ky stood up, and maneuvering to her side, pulled her arms tight to him, spinning her around. "No, this is the part where I comfort you." Laughing, he said, "And twit, was it? Oh, I suppose I'll hafta act like one!" Pulling her tight, he said, "I'll be the love-struck fool, and you'll be the maiden who's captured my heart."

Snorting softly, she put her head on his chest and intertwined her fingers with his. "Maiden, was it? The only maiden I see in here is you, ya bloody ponce." Holding her tight, Sh'Ky was completely unprepared for what happened next. Rastia grabbed his forearms, and spinning him around, forced him to the ground, with his arms behind his back. Putting her foot on his chest, she smiled, saying, "Now don't forget, I can still kick your arse, jackass!" Sh'Ky smiled, pulling his hands from behind his back. "I don't think I could ever forget you, Ras, no matter what happened." Thinking for a moment, he tapped his finger to his nose, winking. "No matter how much I might want to." Helping him back up, Rastia said, smiling, "Shut up, idiot! And the same goes for me. I don't think I could ever forget your idiot self." Looking through a crack in the doorframe, he saw that it was about midnight.

Gently pulling her along, he said, "C'mere. It's late, you need your sleep. You don't want to pass out in the middle of a job, now do you?" Shrugging, she said, "Eh, win or lose, it doesn't matter to me. It's all about the thrill. But I'll still go to sleep, if that's what you want." Stripping down to her underclothes, she got in their shared bed, pulling the covers over her. Sh'Ky doing the same, she curled up against him, resting her hands on his chest. Whispering in his ear, she said, "I love you, Sh'Ky Naes."

Kissing her forehead, he whispered, "I love you too, Rastia. I won't ever leave you."

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Dallen McHenderson

[Zandelia]

Sh’Ky Naes :

Skills

Persuasion - 1
Observation - 1
Subterfuge - 1
Running - 1
Socialization - 1
Logic - 1


Lores

Rastia: Inseparable Protector
Rastia: Loved Partner
Picking A Target: Vice Analysis

Notes :

I gave what I could. Try to expand threads into a number of posts and your XP score will go up guaranteed. Well written and I enjoyed the banter and devious thinking. Keep it up.

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