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Post by Twilight on Jun 22, 2009 1:55:27 GMT -5
Well this was interesting, Nadir thought as he stared at the ancient group of buildings, arranged like soldiers in straight lines along the street, all alike in their uniqueness. He didn’t know how long ago this section of the city was planned out, but it sure looked like something the priests would try. A perfect order even in the home, so different than the jumble of different styles back in Sur’ryn. This place may be dozens of times more wealthy, but it sure was missing anything which would set one person separate from another.
He wrapped his cloak around himself, trying to blend into the shadows between the gas lights along the street. There was no specific house he was trying to break into, but the rumors in the Guild persisted that the area was almost completely clear of security. The stupid nobles must have figured that the priests or god or some other nonsense would protect them. Idiots.
He decided on a house—mansion, really—near the end of the street. As he expected, there was no security. Nadir snuck through the darkness and leapt onto a trellis, conveniently placed beneath a window. The thorns of climbing roses bit into his fingertips, but they were small enough that they weren’t hard to ignore. At last he arrived at the sill. Nadir poked his head up, checking for the light of a candle. The night’s darkness should make him nearly impossible to see. He hoped.
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Post by Erik on Jun 22, 2009 12:26:52 GMT -5
Another boring day in Sarnora, nothing new, everything old. However, that didn't stop Caedo from finding at least some amusement. Hell, he was even wearing a candle on his head. Never mind that the metal or wax could easily burn him, he was still going to wear it. Magic, it helped a bit, one could assume... It'd probably explain why the candle was sitting upright instead of falling down and causing a fire. Plus, he was to lazy to hold the candle, so why not wear it? He heard a faint noise from the dining room, so he decided he'd settle for that room. As he stepped in he saw someone in the window seal, undoubtedly a crook. Oh well, what harm could the man do? If he tried to steal anything, Caedo could easily give him the beating of his life. Oh, but he didn't want a violent approach.
He stared at the man for a second before grinning, "Ah! A guest, I hardly have any of those. Now, why don't we be a pair of sophisticated adults and settle for some tea?" Well, that was more of a rhetorical question more then anything else, but it'd do. He walked over to the table, taking the candle off of his head and setting in the middle of blasted thing. There was already sweets and food layed out, for Caedo had set them there earlier to eat them - along with drinking tea - later on. He sat down, and kicked one of the chairs so the stranger could sit. "I must ask," he paused abruptly, grabbing a container and pouring tea into the individual cups. "why did you bother coming here, of all places?"
With that, he picked up the cup and sat it by the seat he had motioned the stranger to sit in. This was bound to be interesting, one could say.
((OOC: I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. XD The Candle was so tempting, and your guy has no choice to drink tea... Why? Because of the pastries. Yay! Go sweets. =P))
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Post by Twilight on Jun 22, 2009 14:50:00 GMT -5
Nadir stopped in mid-reach. There was a sound—footsteps? He tried to quell his breathing and stay hidden, even thought he knew it was idiotic to not duck down. Confidence will kill me one day, he thought, still frozen on the window sill. The footsteps reached his room, and into the door came a man with a candle on his head. Nadir blinked. He’d heard some rich folk were eccentric, but this? The candle-man turned his head to the intruder. For a horrible second, Nadir thought he was done for, but then the man grinned.
He watched, dumbstruck, as his quarry invited him in. This man is mad. Demented. As crazy as they come. His eyes darted hungrily to the pastries. But he has food. Cake, scones, muffins, pie. How rare was such a treasure? Worth even more than all the gold in Sarnora. His mouth started to water.
Screw it all, he thought. If he tries to kill me, I could just jump out here. Might as well take advantage of the situation. Nadir swung his legs over the sill and suddenly felt incredibly awkward. What was he doing here? This was suicidal. But there was food. Food.
He lowered his hood and sat half-heartedly in the chair candle-head had kicked out. “Luck of the draw, I suppose,” he muttered, answering his question, still staring at a… something. It was covered in sugar, and that was the only thing that mattered. As his eyes wandered about the table, he noticed something a bit off. “You have two cups set out. But… there’s only one of you.”
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Post by Erik on Jun 22, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
Caedo picked up his cup of tea, taking a sip before the man asked him a question. How was he going to reply to that? Oh well, he'd find something. He sat the cup of tea down gingerly on the plate before looking at the intruder. "I've noticed that too," was his simple reply, before getting up, clearing his side of the table before sitting down on it. "I really don't care what you steal, none of this means anything to me. Only, I do have to inform you charges of thievery can get one killed." He took a moment to take a drink out of the tea once more. When he sat it down, he continued.
"Oh, but I'm sure you already knew that!" He noticed the man eying the treats on the table, and partially smirked. People these days, they were all to easy to tempt. "Take what you like, I don't have a problem with it," He commented, apparently this man wasn't used to such things. Then again, Caedo doubted he was rich... Especially if he broke into his house. "I still do wonder why people don't set up guards around here, it'd be easier to keep people such as you out. Well - it's not like I mind... But, the Richie's from the corner will be having a fit sooner or later." He mumbled, staring off into space rather then looking at his 'guest'.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 22, 2009 17:35:41 GMT -5
Nadir scooted back in his chair as candle-man decided to sit on top of the table. He didn’t know what he was planning, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. If he didn’t care about any of his wealth, why wasn’t he using it to help some of the half-dead children on the other side of the city? Nadir only half-listened to the man’s murmurings. Shrugging off what little common sense he had left after going into the house, he picked up one of the powdered pastries and took a bite. It was delicious. Too delicious. He hoped it wasn’t filled with poison.
“There are worse things than thievery,” he said, crushing a ball of powdered sugar between his fingertips. “And most of the people who do those things never even get punished.” He glanced at candle-man, who seemed completely spaced out. “Just why aren’t you calling any guards or sending dogs after me or something? You can’t be that bored out here.” He sat back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. “Figures I’d pick this house.”
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Post by Erik on Jun 22, 2009 21:29:34 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Amusing, one might say. That's what the occasion was, simply amusing. To a point where Caedo was tempted to act like he was some big shot criminal catcher, just to mess with the guy. The thought vanished as the man spoke again, causing him to grin at the topic itself. "Why should I? I have no reason to, after all." Sure, the man broke into his house, but that wasn't the more logical reason of the matter. In Caedo's mind, this was completely normal. Hell, it probably was, seeing Caedo was hardly ever in his house to begin with. He listened to the man mutter something or another about the house, Caedo shrugging it off. "Why did you pick my house, anyways? To answer you from before, it is boring out here. Everything is boring," He stated, picking up one of the pastries before eating it. When he finished it, he began speaking again. "The only reason your well alive instead of being beaten right now, is because nothing interesting happens." He stated again, rather blandly, grabbing the cup of tea and taking a sip out of it.
Wow, even this was starting to get boring. Hopefully something interesting will happen soon, or Caedo might throw this guy out of the window.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 23, 2009 1:05:05 GMT -5
“I picked it…” Nadir, still staring at the ceiling, took another bite of the pastry. “I don’t really know why. It was close to the end of the street, I guess. So in the off-chance you did have guards, I could get out without passing dozens of other houses… mansions. Whatever.” He frowned at his fingers. Now they were bleeding and covered in sugar. There were worse things they could be covered in though, he supposed. “About your whole boredom thing… well, you have some problems there. And this is coming from a guy like me. Frankly, there are too many interesting things out there for me, most of which want my head on a platter. Or maybe that’s exaggerating,” he added to himself.
He swung himself forward and scooted nearer to the table. “You could do a lot of good with that money, I’m telling you. You’re rich, and a lot of people aren’t. A lot of people… Look, I could give you something to do, but I can’t guarantee it won’t get you killed. And this is more than one side trying to kill you. What I can guarantee is that it won’t be boring.”
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Post by Erik on Jun 23, 2009 1:30:19 GMT -5
Caedo only half listened, before the last part in. Something about eradicating the boredom, death was a high note, but why would Caedo care? He cared as much about life as the next guy. "And, what is this thing you speak of?" He asked, looking at the stranger from the corner of his eye. He still needed this guys name, he wasn't going to join anything without a name. "I do believe I have yet to hear your name," he stated bluntly, taking one of the pastries before dipping it in what remained of his tea and taking a bite out of it. If one weren't mistaken, Caedo looked too carefree to be of any use to anybody or anything.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 23, 2009 1:51:02 GMT -5
“It’s Nadir. Nadir Andwerd.” He didn’t bother offering his hand or any other typically friendly thing like that. He stared at candle-man some more. He couldn’t trust him, not now. But did that really matter? He didn’t trust a good 90 percent of the people in the guild, and only half of the reason was because he knew they would kill them if they had the chance. Something was holding the guild together, but it sure as hell wasn’t trust.
“Alright,” he said after a few seconds of silence. “I’ll tell you. You might have heard of this thing called the Thieves Guild. That’s what I’m in. ‘Guild’ is really the loosest possible term to describe it. Basically, you join it and you don’t get killed as fast as some loners would. But there’s more than just the stealing part. Some of the higher-ups sometimes send us out on these crazy… missions, I guess. They say it’s payment for their protection. Anyway, most of it’s just about trying to bother the Darth’iar and government with as much shit as possible. They hate us. So there’s one side who wants to kill us. Then, there’s us. The actual guild. If they stop liking you, things won’t be good. At all.” He licked his lips and smiled crookedly. “Sound fun?”
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Post by Erik on Jun 26, 2009 1:21:17 GMT -5
Caedo nodded, giving a swift reply. "Indeed it does," the rest of the conversation went clear over his head. He got off the table, not even looking back at Nadir and twirled his staff in a bored fashion. Without a further notice, he jumped out of the window - quite literally, and landed on both feet. He looked up at the window and decided to make his announcement. "I'll join, but you have to lead the way!" He exclaimed, looking at the deserted streets. Hell, why wasn't anybody out? Oh right, this was the bad part of the city. The cowards!
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Post by Twilight on Jun 27, 2009 17:45:59 GMT -5
Nadir’s eyes widened in shock as candle-man jumped out the window. He rushed over to the window ledge, only to see him land like a cat and shout instructions back at him. Nadir scowled. Oh, how he hated darklings. Damn show-offs.
He took a last longing glance back at the sweets and followed candle-man down, though he decided to use the trellis for most of the way. Pulling his hood up once more to hide from… he wasn’t even sure, he started walking to the neighborhood’s exit. If they kept at the same pace the whole way there, it should only take about a half-hour to find the nearest meeting place. But knowing this guy, he would probably pull Nadir down some alley full of criminals even worse than him. Darklings. “You coming?”
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Post by Erik on Jun 27, 2009 18:12:36 GMT -5
"Yes yes," Caedo responded waving his hands in the meanwhile, his mute apology. He kept up with Nadir all to well, before he started out pacing him. Sure, he was leading the way, but why should this Nadir guy get all the fun. Caedo stopped, waiting for Nadir to catch up as he grinned. It was a dark grin, not something you wanted to see on a guy like Caedo. What if, he teleported them there instead of walking? No. Not teleport them to the apparent Headquarters of the Thieves Guild, but what if he teleported them to Rodylia? "I have a better idea!" Caedo exclaimed, putting both hands on his staff and slamming it into the ground. It wasn't a matter of time before they were surrounded by a dim light that was magic. It would later be sending them to the other world, too.
((OOC: I'll make a new thread in Rodylia for these two. Seeing everyone is in the forest, I'll put them on the rooftop of some house in Arvila. XD))
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